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muzansfangs · 1 year

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Yoriichi, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Gyomei (mentioned).

Warnings: fluff, implied sexual content (although nothing descriptive), mention to death, murder, attempted murder, traumatic events, partial loss of memory, use of gun, adoption, use of alcohol.

Plot: after the shower, you find yourself face to face with Muzan. Words meant to be unspoken finally slip from his mouth and, for the first time ever, there’s not just lust in his actions. You come to terms with your feelings and, while you bend your knee to him, he does the same. In the meanwhile, Kagaya, your real father and Yoriichi meet up for a confrontation. Yoriichi will do his best to bring you back to your “real” home and Kagaya wants Muzan’s head.

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SUBMISSION.

The moment you stepped into the shower with him, you knew it was going to be a long night.

Everytime your eyes locked, your back hit the white marble wall behind you and his mouth chased yours in fervent kisses. The warm water cascaded over your naked bodies, running down your backs, drawing irregular patterns down your legs. The sweet scent of vanilla and honey filled the steamy atmosphere, piercing your nose and entering your lungs through the breathtaking kisses.

As long as you were enjoying it, your heart ached. You had told yourself a million times, from the day you first moved into his manor, not to fall for him and deceive yourself, for Muzan Kibutsuji was no good.

He left the shower before you were finished washing away the soap from your body. His lips planted one last kiss on your forehead, before he turned his back at you "Join me in the living room, once you are done" he said calmly on his way out, exiting the shower cubicle and grabbing a black towel from the towel horse beside the sink.

You watched him leave from the foggy glasses, the sound of the door closing behind his back signaling you that he was no longer in the bathroom and you were left alone with a fire burning into your heart, a fire you could not bring under control.

Muzan Kibutsuji, the man you had fallen for through the pages of the magazines, the one you did not believe you could ever meet in your whole life, was the one you had blindly said yes to. Why did you do it? Why did you leave your life behind and decided to start a new fake one with him? And, above all, what you were feeling for him was even real? The things he said and the things he did for you were part of his wicked scheme too? Probably. Still, he was addictive and you kept on forgetting not to give him your heart too.

The main reason why you had left your apartment without hesitation was because you were utterly alone. You had no brothers or sisters to come back to, you were an orphan. Of course, you had some good friends by your side, and your uncle Gyomei, but they had their own lives to deal with. You had nothing to lose.

You were kind of tired to be a lone wolf.

Searching comfort into the arms of a stranger, of a dangerous man, was not the smartest choice to make.

Why did you have such a bad taste in men? Muzan Kibutsuji was undeniably hot, but he also was a psychopathic killer.

While you naturally blamed it on the years of loneliness spent dealing with your problems alone, you also thought it was the feeling of being around someone who could protect you that made you so attracted to him. Your parents's murder had permanently left you scared of being chased down by the same person who had killed them.

You often asked yourself why he had not come back to finish what he had started. Did he think you were dead? You remembered someone had shot you. You remembered running into the darkness, feeling his hot breath on your neck as he tried to catch you. He did not succeed in it though. Someone had stopped him. You had even got a glimpse of your savior, in your peripheral. He had a high ponytail and some peculiar earrings you had never seen before.

Obviously, they started fighting, but you still asked yourself what had happened to them. The last thing you remembered was falling downstairs and banging your head against the cold floor.

You had fainted, or so you had been told at the hospital. You had to spend a month in there, crying yourself to sleep and cursing your stupid, compromised memory for not recalling the monster's features. Then your uncle came to pick you up and you lived with him until you got that job at the restaurant and you were finally able to claim your independence.

The same independence you had kind of lost with Muzan, though.

You sighed, wrapping yourself into a towel and drying your hair. Before you had even realized it, you were heading barefoot to the living room in a oversized, black t-shirt of the Rolling Stones. It was a gift from Giyuu, something you were deeply attached to. Every time you slept over at his house and you forgot to bring your pajamas over, he gave you this t-shirt. Three years ago, he had ultimately decided you could keep it. It had become a sort of 'comfy outfit’, as you liked to call it.

And, as a matter of fact, you were looking for comfort. It was better being in a cozy shirt for the incoming fight and you had even mentally prepared a detailed speech to declaim.

A speech that you forgot, as if it had disappeared from your head, died on your tongue, as your eyes landed on the scenery before you.

The first thing catching your eyes was Muzan, who was sitting on the large leather sofa wearing a simple silky dressing gown. He had popped up a bottle of champagne, the finest of course. Two flûtes were settled on the glass coffee table at his feet, inviting you to drink it and enjoy yourself. Next to it, there was a silvery tray filled with a variety of sushi you had never seen before in your whole life. The cherry on top were the two basins in the middle of it: one of them was filled with strawberries, the other with melted chocolate.

Why? Why did he have to make it so hard for you to hate him? Why was he acting like a caring boyfriend, all of a sudden?

Muzan darted his eyes on you, his gaze scrutinizing your frame up and down for a few seconds, before he reached his hand out and grabbed the two flûtes of champagne "I did not know you were into the Rolling Stones" he noted, standing up and ambling towards you carrying a suffocating charm with him.

It was crazy. He knew everything about you. How could he forget your favorite band? It sounded so wrong. Apparently, he did not have anything under control, as he thought.

Your answer, however, soothed his nerves "I'm not. – you murmured, grabbing the flûte he was offering you – I just liked the t-shirt" you shortly added, watching the way his crimson hues twinkled even so slightly, as if he had just heard something pleasing coming from your mouth. You blamed it on your infatuation, though.

He nodded his head and gestured for you to take a seat "You have plenty of questions to ask me, right?" he stated, taking a small sip of his drink and following you back on couch.

"Of course, I have. – you agreed, propping your chin on the palm of your hand – Here's the first one: who are you and what you did of Muzan Kibutsuji?" you joked, cracking up a faint smile to ease off some nervousness engulfing your stomach.

The raven-haired man rolled his eyes at you "I'm unique and irreplaceable, darling. Untouchable too, if I may remind you of who I am" he remarked, glancing at you with a captivating, mischivious smirk.

You scrunched your nose and leant over to grasp the set of chopsticks on the coffee table, your eyes trailed on the assorted sushi tray in front of you. The nigiri looked absolutely inviting and, careful not to mess up the plate, you grasped one. As you brought the delicious food to your mouth, you could feel his eyes on you and, turning your head towards him, you ended up losing yourself into his red hues. You blushed and shoved the nigiri into your mouth, sighing as your taste buds exploded in ecstasy for the delicacy you were being fed with.

You had never eaten such a tasty nigiri. You hated to admit it, but Muzan only offered you the best.

"You are acting weird" you casually said, averting your eyes from him and staring at your lap. This romantic dinner was literally going to be agonizing, the equivalent of being skinned alive.

Muzan quirked his eyebrows up, taking another sip of his drink "Am I?" he curiously asked you, twirling the sparkling drink into the glass.

"Yes, you are" you piped out, before reaching your arm out to grasp another piece of sushi. His flirtatious and careless antics were not going to ruin your tasting.

Muzan did not reply at first. He watched you eating for a few minutes, the flush on your cheeks tickling his ego and forcing him to swallow his pride. You looked beautiful like that, but you were beautiful in a way only a man in love would see you as. You were cute.

Just before you could assault another uramaki, his hand latched around your wrist with a firm, but gentle grip. Your gaze flicked up to him, brows furrowed in the vain attempt to see past his impassible face. It was hard assuming his thoughts. It was like he never let anybody him. Muzan Kibutsuji was just like an ancient book, written in a language yet to be deciphered by linguists and archaeologists, that kept back a ominous prophecy. He was a disastrous, cataclysmic mystery no one could ever be prepared for.

He shifted his position, scooting closer to you, until your naked knees brushed and you were forced to struggle to steady your breath. You watched him attentively, you followed the way his hand reached into the bowl of strawberries and picked one, only to dip the bittersweet fruit into the melted chocolate, coating it almost in the middle.

Half-lidded eyes boring into his ones, you parted your lips as you realised what he wanted to do. Your grip on the chopsticks loosened and the thin sticks clattered on the floor. You flinched, scared of having ruined the moment, and lowerd your gaze to your lap, but he grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Open your mouth for me" he purred, an ounce of authority still resounding in his words.

You shivered, his hand guiding the fruit towards your lips as you obediently executed his command. But as he fed you the strawberry, as you suppressed a moan at the taste of it, and his eyes bored into yours, you realized that you did not just want to please him. No, it was something boyond your mere submission. You did it willingly. Your lips had parted before he had even asked you to do it. You were doomed, he had casted his spell on you and, now, as he pushed his thumb past your lips, you were absolutely certain that you would have not been able to break free from that curse.

You blushed, as he tugged at your arm, pulling you closer to him. Your hands planted on his exposed chest, his lips hovering over yours and the electricity sparking around you took your breath away.

"What are you doing?" you breathed out, batting your eyes close.

"Isn't it obvious? – he whispered, one of his hand finding its way on your hip – I'm trying to make you like me" he said, stroking his nose against your cheek.

You scoffed "You are just messing with my head. You seem to care about... About this, about me. It feels real, at times" you replied, lifting your eyelids to argue something back.

He cupped your cheek in his hand "Perhaps, I do care".

Your heart skipped a beat at the unexpected confession, your will to build a wall around your heart wavering for a few seconds. Despite that, you tried your best to resist him.

"See? Stop this play, please—" you retorted, but you choked on your own words as kissed you, pushing you down onto the couch.

His lips devoured yours, his hand tracing the outline of your breast, letting it travel down your stomach and slipping past your worn-out t-shirt. You moaned into his mouth as he ground his groin onto yours, eliciting soft whimpers from your now rosy lips. You hated him, God, you really did. He was probably a master of manipulation, yet it was your fault if you had this power over you.

You had bent the knee, he had simply made you his faithful vassal.

"I'm not fucking playing, dear" he rasped, biting on your lower lip softly, after the last fervent kiss.

"Muzan... What are we?" you blurted out, his dark locks tickling your nose. You were still dazed for the thrill of the lustuful kisses he had gifted you with, therefore you had troubles in processing the words he said afterwards. But the inner, burning desire you felt for him made your tongue act on its on will.

"You are the frustrating woman who is driving me crazy, Y/N. – he said through gritted teeth, pinning your hands above your head – I am the man who is holding back not to cross the line. You are the one that I ultimately desire to have by my side" he said, watching your chest raise and fall erratically through the pants.

You looked so innocent, he almost did not want to ruin you further. But you just had to make it hard for him not to, right? You stared at him in defiance, your eyes glowing as if you wanted him to break you.

"What do you want from me?" you spat, seeking an admission from him.

"Your genuine love".

You blushed, biting the insides of your cheeks not to expose yourself too much. However, you royally messed up with three simply words.

"Court me then" you murmured, only to see how Muzan froze solid for a few seconds. You, you were the one messing with his head. You were the devil dragging him down to Hell. You had just had the audacity to ask of him something he had never done out of pure love in his own life. He courted people for business, to lure them into his trap, not to love them.

But with you it was different, right? With you, either you loved him or not, it would have been forever.

Therefore, raising on his knees, he smirked down at you "So be it. – he mused, unting the already loosened knot of his dressing gown – But I demand one last thing from you. Your complete submission".

The night was far from being over and before you could even nod your head at him, he had already flipped you over your stomach. Muzan Kibutsuji, the soon to be President, would have not left a single part of you unclaimed. You could bet your head on it.

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"I should have killed him when I had the chance" the tall Slayer said, pouring himself a glass of whisky. Anger, rage, he was consumed by the idea of you, the kid he had rescued that night from Muzan, currently being his newest follower. He wondered how he had failed in chopping his head off of his shoulders, or how he had failed in penetrating his heart with the blade.

Maybe, he would have missed the heart because he did not have one. Still, that man was alive and you were gone.

Kagaya joined him, their eyes scanning the cityline as they sipped on their drinks silently. There were things he wanted to say. Not only to Yoriichi, or Muzan. There were things he wanted to tell you, but he could not. How can you tell someone their entire life has been a complete lie? How could you tell them the parents they cried for every year, kneeling on their graves, were not their biological parents? You were a mistake, according to his father. You had to disappear from his son's life.

Kagaya Ubuyashiki, your father, had never gotten the chance to hold you in his arms.

Despite that, he had forgiven his father. Kindness had be instilled into you too. He had watched you grow up, rooted for you from afar. You were his daughter, no matter where you were.

"We all make mistakes, Yoriichi. We are humans, imperfect creatures failing relentlessly. – he started, clearing his throat – But there are good people out there who can forgive us, who love us despite our flaws" he calmly said, saddness dusting his pale purple eyes.

It occured to him that you could be so kind, big-hearted and good that someone would have risked it all to have you. He did not imagine it was going to be Muzan, though.

He had to kill him to have you back. For his daughter could not love such a monster. For his daughter, you, his snowflake, would have forgiven his father a second time.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! As promised, here we are with another chapter. Yoriichi is pissed and, to be honest, we all know what a pissed Yoriichi means… Also, Kagaya is finally making his official appearence. But, above all, Muzan is slightly becoming submissive, don’t you think? Well, Y/N is clearly challenging him!

Until next, I love you!

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muzanswifey · 2 years

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Can I nsfw request headcannons of Dragon!Kagaya x Reader please? It’s fine if you ignore it!

Dragon!Kagaya x Fem!Reader

18+

Oooo this will be interesting 🤔 ive never done anything nsfw for kagaya before so lets give it a try

Warnings: Smut, dragon au, kagaya is still blind, handjobs, blowjobs, riding, cowgirl, knotting, creampie, thank-you sex

Unlike most dragons, he’s quite accustomed to human ways and is thoroughly educated on the differences of the two species

But that isn't to say he doesn't feel the same instincts and urges as all other dragons do

So when you wander into his cave one quiet night, the first thing he can even think of doing is keeping you there

He does everything he can to extend your stay, feeding you, letting you take a nice warm bath in one of the many hot springs that decorate his abode, warning you of the many dangers that lurk around at night, yet you still insist you must get going, not wanting to be a bother

But he continues to urge you, practically begging you not to leave, and he's just been so nice that you give in

You stay for a grand total of 3 weeks, your every attempt at leaving met with a sad expression and worry from him, but you push past the sadness it brings you, finally leaving the way you came

It gets darker a lot faster than you thought it would, suspicious sounds filling your ears at every turn, when you reach a dead end of stone, absolutely certain this wasn't her last time, you start to worry

Several dragons corner you in, snarling and snapping at you dangerous close and you scream out

Just when they're about to grab you, 2 more individuals sweep in, swiping at your tormenters and shooing them away

As everything settles down, they come better into view, two large males, one hellishly large and blank eyes, the other a bit shorter with crazy white hair and scars, your confused as you stare at them until another comes out from the foliage, who you quickly recognize to be Kagaya

He softly asks if you are alright and you can't stop yourself from leaping into his arms, so overwhelmed and traumatized by what had just happened

Your still sobbing as he takes you back to his cave, his rumbling purrs deep within his chest and tender cooing eventually calming you down

As he cradles you in his arms as he lays you both down into his nest, your overcome with a sense of intimacy you've never quite felt before, it runs all the way from you tingling brain down to your curling toes, a wave of slickness rushing out of your core

He must be able to sense it as he nuzzles into you, bathing you in his scent while mumbling sweet praises into your ear

You giggle as you fall deeper into him, unable to stop yourself from lazily humping at his lap, hazy stupidity glazing over your brain quickly with the growing vibrations of his purr

You're the first to undress yourself, letting his hands roam about to memorize your body with touch rather than sight, then you push his robe open, taking his thickening cock in your hand and pumping it slowly, he groans aloud, leaning into your neck to bite and lick carvings into your neck

You drop down to take his member into your mouth, bobbing up and down to suck him until he finally reaches full hardness and twitches harshly

You ride him gently, rocking your hips to and fro and unintentionally stimulating his growing knot with your puffy cunt lips, he pants underneath you, worshipping your perfection and encouraging you to take what you need from him

When the time comes, he warns you, prompting you to slap your hips down a top his and swallowing his knot into your tight heat

He practically whimpers, humping up into you and jostling where you're locked, the movement has you whining, throwing you into your own orgasm and further milking him into your womb

You lay a top him exhausting, both of you peacefully falling asleep with his cock and cum stuck inside of you and his voice lulling you to unconsciousness with sweet nothings

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toxiccluvvv · 2 years

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Mine

Pairing: Kagaya Ubuyashiki x reader

Content warning: Character was neglected as a kid, slight verbal abuse.

Word count: 706 words

Readers sex: female

Summary: Kagaya finds his wife. (I’m sorry😭, it’s bland, but I didn’t want to give it all away.)

Masterlist

Kagaya

Kagaya is the head of the Ubyashiki clan, his family made a deal with the (L/N) clan that he would marry one of their many, many children. He was now on his quest to get his future wife.

The (L/N) clan have mastered the cherry blossom breathing style, they are a very driven clan. Kagaya met the best of the best, but he was more intrigued by you.

You were filthy, you had messy hair, and you were obviously malnourished. “What’s your name?” Kagaya asked you as he extended a hand to help you up. You trembled in fear, as you accepted his hand, getting up. “I… I’m (Y/n) (L/N).. who are you..?” You whispered.

“My name is Kagaya Ubuyashiki, I am the leader of the demon slayer corps.” He smiled at you as he led you away from your family. “How’s your day been, dear?” He asked as he led you to a cherry blossom tree.

“…the same as always..” you whispered as you sat down infront of the tree. He smiled as he sat down beside you, “they don’t treat you very well do they?” He asked as he brushed some of you hair out of your face.

You looked down as you shook your head no, “how would you like to be my wife.. if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He spoke with a smile as he held your fragile hand.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, “does that mean I get to leave..” you whispered. He smiled as he nodded and lifted you back up. “You get to leave and help me serve as the leader of the demon slayer corps; I’ve met your other siblings, but none compare to you.” He spoke as he led you back into the main room.

“I want (Y/N) to be my wife.” Kagaya spoke with a smile as he began to lead you out, “You can’t choose her! She’s the weakest, surely she’d be no use to you.” Your father spoke standing infront of the door.

“Please move out of my way, she is the perfect fit. I want none of your other children.” He spoke calmly staring at your father. He growled before stepping aside, “Don’t bring that trash back!”

Kagaya smiled as he left the grounds with you, “Now it’s time for a better life..”

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Kagaya has practically nursed you back to health, he gave you a roof over your head, food whenever you wanted, and he was overall the most caring soul you’ve ever met.

You’ve grown custom to his company, so when he left to go recruit the stone hashira without you, you finally realized how much you had grown to love him.

You were eating some food waiting for him to get home, you were looking at the land that he had built. It’s was honestly beautiful, the same could be said about the man. You were caught up in your thoughts, so you didn’t hear the door open.

“I’m back, Dear.” He spoke gently from behind you as he approached you. You sat your food down and ran to him, you wrapped your arms around his slim waist, and put your head on his chest.

“I missed you so much Kagaya… how was your travels.” You asked as you looked up at him with a big smile, glad to finally have him back.

The two of you haven’t really been affectionate toward each other in your marriage, so when Kagaya suddenly got the urge to kiss you, he felt nervous.

“Dear… I want to kiss you… may I..?” He asked nervously, you smiled even bigger (if that’s possible). You placed your lips on his softly, placing your hand on his chest. He tighten his grip around your waist, as he brought a hand up to your cheek.

“You don’t have to ask, I’m your wife silly.” You giggled when you pulled away, he smiled down at you and placed another kiss on your lips.

“I know, you’re mine..”

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humanitysstrongestsoldier1 · 10 months

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𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝑈. 𝑇𝐸𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑁 x Reader|Pt. 2

TW: manipulation, explicit sexual content, yandere, stalking

AO3 LINK!!!!

PART ONE!!!

Notes: ehehehehehe, gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

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(3 months later)

"Tengen! You have to eat something, please!" (Name) exclaimed to him, as he sat on the veranda of the Uzui Mansion. He had been sitting there almost every day, trying to reimagine his memories with his wives. But every time he did, he would remember the bloodbath that happened three months earlier. Luckily, (Name) had ordered the discardment of most of the belongings of his wives, so he wouldn't break down every time.

(Name) moved in with him and had permission from Oyakata-sama and Rengoku to do so. He needed support so he wouldn't fall into an abyss. (Name) took this opportunity to get even closer to him. Taking care of him, holding him as he cried, taking him to bed, and feeding him. She was devoted to her god. He saved her, so now it's her turn to save him. Her plan of making him fall in love with her was slowly working.

"I will, I promise." He quietly responded.

She sighed, standing behind his sitting form. "You said that last time too. Get up. I made your favourite, fugu sashimi. I know you like it made by my hand."

His ears perked up at the sound of his favourite food, and he stood up, following her inside to the dining area. He sat down at the empty table, which used to be full, and looked at (Name), who walked over, bringing a plate with the food. She placed it in front of him and returned to the kitchen to clean up. Tengen dug in, and sighed at the taste. She had made it for him before at the corps HQ and since that day, he has only loved it made by her hands.

He savoured the dish and looked at (Name), who was putting some utensils up. At first he felt horrible for making (Name) go out on missions and also care for him, but she reassured him that she was returning the favour of him saving her life. She walked over and gently smiled at the empty plate, content with his eating. She walked over to the sink, did the dishes, and hummed her song. As she was focused on cleaning, she didn't notice Tengen, who had crept up behind her. He grasped her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"Tengen?" She asked, worried about his behaviour.

"Shh. Let me hold you." Tengen whispered, his lips brushing against her skin. "Thank you. For being here. For taking care of my worthless ass."

(Name) finished washing the dishes and drying her hands before turning to him and saying, "You are far from worthless. You are worth everything to me. You are my soul, Tengen. Don’t you dare condemn yourself. Take all the time you need to heal; I will wait patiently. I will hold you in your darkest hours. I have devoted myself to you; I'm not leaving."

Tengen’s eyes widened and brightened at her words. He realised that she had never left him and that she had truly saved him from the darkness. Without her, he would have probably fallen into an ocean of despair. His eyes trailed across her face, which was laced with concern and adoration. Her eyebrows scrunched at his silence, so she tried to speak. But before she could, he bent down to her level, and his lips smashed against hers.

He pulled her closer by the waist and felt her warmth radiating onto him. In contact with his own, her lips were pillowy, soft, almost silken. As they breathed each other in, he felt a gentle tingle from her breath tickling his nose. His hands brushed through her hair. Their bodies pressed together heatedly, breathing heavily as their lips moulded together. Warmth bloomed in (Name’s) chest, sparks igniting as Tengen lifted her and placed her on the counter. He took the entirety of her in. The smell of her perfume, the soft, flowery scent of her conditioner, the sliver of skin under her shirt. He took it all in. (Name’s) arms wrapped behind Tengen’s neck, pulling him even closer. They stayed like this for what seemed like hours until they pulled away, breathing heavily.

"Too fast?" Tengen asked, smiling at her flushed expression.

(Name) blinked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "No, just perfect. You're improving day by day. Even if you are using me to get your frustrations out."

Tengen stood between her legs, grasping her chin in his large hand. "I would never. I was just too damn slow to realise that you fucking love me. Too slow to realise that I may feel the same way. Too slow to realise that this time, you saved me."

Her eyes brimmed with tears, and they fell down her cheeks.

He loves me. Loves me. H̷̢̞͈̜̝̠̘̆̑̀é̸̡̗͓͓̪͓̘̈́̕ ̴͙͚̦̻͚̯͇̙̃͗̊̾̋̃͛͗͋̕͜l̸̩͔̂̀̂̈́̐̔̎͆̏̕͠ö̴̡̡͉̯̪͙̖́v̶̳̒́͐̍̿̇ę̷̛̗͓̰̰͖̻̒͂̑̀̅̀̕͘s̸͍͈̮̰̥̗̒͑̆͗̐̾͝ͅ ̸̢̡̞̪̹͎͕͒͝m̶̢͚̪͙̝̜̯͍̯̰̅͆̄̈́̿͒ͅe̸̛̼̘͔̥̟̼͍̎̄̃̓̃̚̕͝ͅ.̶̘̜̣͎̲̞̏̂ ̷̧̧̖͓̯͗̅̋̓͋̓̕͜͝Ļ̵̤͉̝̱̿͊̄̎ͅơ̶̞̬͙͎͆͂͝v̶̧̰͔̰̱̩̮̺̲̬̊̆̊ȇ̸͕͆̀̓̎͝s̶͍̘͓̬̙̜̄̍̍̉ ̵̞̎͜ͅͅm̵̨̈́͆̒͂̚ē̸̡̺̤͉͙̈́̽̔̆͋͜.̵̻́̈́̋̊̾̓͋̑̚͝ ̸̭̬̬̈́̂̚L̴̢͚͔̪̥͉̻̳̈́̑̌̀̏̆̍̔̚͠ọ̷̬̲̞̹͆̀̾̉̔̒͘͘v̵̙̗̟̫͚̰͆̈́̈́͌e̶̛͔͔̳̺͖͒̐̋̃̃̚͠s̵̡̭͈̦̲͚̦̱̽̆̊̏̈́̏̐̒̋ ̸̡͚̞̦̯͖̱̞̥̃́̏̑̓̕͝ṃ̶̛͔̗͖͈̺̘̞̿̀̃̂e̶̥͊́.̸̱͓̜̾̈́̓̈̈́́̆͂̚̕̚ ̶̧͓̩̟̓͐̍͊͒̿̑̕̚͝͝L̸̯͔̘̯̒̓̕ó̴̡̟̱̉͌̏̀͂̀̎̒̚v̸̮͍̮͔̜̼̳̟̖̦̇̋̆͊̾̈́̔̌͠è̵̞̹͙̹͝s̵̘͈̔̾̈̓̔͝ ̶̣̪̪̞͕͈͕͕̮̈́̑͑̓̽ͅm̶̺͍͈̝͙̬̏̀̃̌́̓̔͘e̵̡̫̘̖̤͙͚̩̓̏̀.̵̼͔͍̆̆̈́̇̚ͅ ̴̦̹̍̀̌ͅĻ̵̡͙̝͕̳̠̹̹̟̋͗̉͝o̸̧̞̣͚̘̼̫͔͗̇̽̈̀͠͝ͅv̷̨̯̤̯̞͍̦̲̘̥͕̈́̍͝é̴̡̛̺̟̪͖̤͔͓̝͂̊͜ͅş̶̧̰͉͎̦̮̝̲̖̏̃͌̃̽̋͂̀̀͛ͅ ̵̪̼̠̯͖̋͒͂̈́͐͗̀̒̕͠͝m̴̢̗̳̄̽̎͆̕͝e̸̛̥͍̯͜.̸̻͍̠̜̚. The flower was right!

The secret admirer had followed her to the mansion and had started leaving the sunset-coloured roses there too. So she used them to pass the time. ‘He loves me. He loves me, not’ Her everyday game. And it would always end with ‘He loves me.’ And fate seemed to prove itself at that moment.

"I do. I do love you. I don’t expect you to give yourself to me right now. I will wait for you until the end of time, if so be it. No one will break us apart. No one." She replied, her tears blurring her eyes.

His gentle hands wiped them away from her cheeks, "In due time. The gods will bind our fate. You have my word, (Name). But for today, let me have you. Let me take care of you. Let me love you."

She had done it. She had made him hers. After months of work. He was hers. And no one would dare say otherwise. The two of them basked in each other's glory for the day. Their lips touched. Their bare skin on each other. His fingers caressed her warmth. His tongue was spelling his name out. His cock was buried in her sopping cunt. His head was hidden in her neck, his voice groaning after every thrust.

This is how she wanted it. The two of them. Together. With no one in their way.

They say that, when you first fall in love, there is attraction. Attraction turns into a bond. A bond, which becomes the colour of love. Love, whose foundation is trust. Trust, which is deeper than devotion. Devotion, that has madness in it. And madness, which leads to death. But for her, that madness would just lead to an unyielding obsession with her saviour. And not even God could stop her limitless love for him.

(1 year later)

A whole year of waiting led to this day. He will finally be mine. The gods stand as judges and the stars stand witness.

(Name) thought, looking into the mirror as Mitsuri and Shinobu did her hair and makeup.

"I’m so happy for you (Name)-chan. You and Uzui-san are meant for each other. And you look like a goddess in this kimono!" Mitsuri preached, joining the two braids with a star clip to the back of her head. She combed through the bottom half, fluffing the curls.

Shinobu finished her final touches and agreed, saying, "I knew it would happen sooner or later. He saved you. You saved him. Your destinies are intertwined."

(Name) glanced at the two of them, smiling, and said, "I can't thank you enough. I appreciate you so much for helping me get ready today."

"You're our friend! And it's your special day. We will always be ready to witness your happiness. I can’t wait to get married to a hero too! You will be there, right?" Mitsuri announced.

"Of course! Like you said, we are friends. And when that time comes, I’ll be the one making you look even more beautiful than you already do."

Mitsuri gasped and hugged her, and (Name) hugged her back. Looking at Shinobu, she beckoned her to join in. The three of them embraced each other until a knock echoed throughout the room. Shinobu bellowed for the stranger to come in, and a head of yellow-red hair peeked in.

Rengoku stepped in and took a long look at (Name) and smiled, saying, "You look breathtaking, Starfire."

(Name) smiled, walking up to him and giving him a tight hug. "Thank you, Kyojurou. And thank you again for walking me down."

"Of course!" Rengoku proclaimed, pulling away and kissing her forehead. He brought his hand out, and she grasped it, walking out of the room with Mitsuri and Shinobu following behind.

They all walked to the shrine, ready to take part in a huge celebration. Mitsuri and Shinobu joined the guests, and Rengoku walked her over to Tengen. Whose eyes were sparkling at the sight of (Name). Rengoku kissed her cheek and wished her good luck before joining the guests as well.

Tengen, who stood in front of her, grasped her trembling hands and whispered, "You look like a goddess." She smiled and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him.

The priest walked over and began the ceremony.

They performed the purification rite (Shubatsu 修祓) first, in which all in attendance stood and bowed to be symbolically purified.

Next, they performed the prayer (Norito-sojo 祝詞奏上) in which the Shinto priest announces the marriage of the bridal couple to the shrine altar, and all in attendance stand and bow.

The third was the beginning of the most important parts. The exchange of sake (San San Kudo 三々九度). The priest held the tray with the sake, and the two of them took turns sipping three times from cups of three sizes: small, medium, and large (The first two times, the cup is raised to one’s lips. The sake is only drunk at the third sip.)

After they were done, Tengen and (Name) approached the true altar and spoke their wedding vows with large voices (Seishi Sodoku 誓詞奏読).

The next ritual was to represent the safe end of the ceremony, (Tamagushi Hoten 新郎新婦玉串奉奠). The couple received the sakaki branch from the shrine maiden and placed it at the altar. Tengen and (Name) bowed twice and clapped twice.

The last ritual was the exchanging of rings (Yubi-wa Kokan 指輪の交換). Tengen slipped on a beautiful ring that had an intricate design of a diamond in the middle and a twisted band that had small rubies in it. (Name) did the same to him; his ring was similar to hers. A simple ring with small diamonds in the middle and two ruby bands on each end. The crowd consumed the shrine with claps and yells of happiness.

The two of them grasped each other's hands and turned to them, smiling and waving. (Name) looked at Rengoku, who seemed unfazed until he noticed her glancing at him. He immediately smiled and laughed heavily, but the laugh seemed to be missing something…

They both headed towards the guests, chatting and exchanging hugs. Congratulations were heard all around the room for many minutes as they met everyone. Oyakata-sama also blessed the two of them with a prosperous marriage. As they both walked out of the shrine, they were met with a setting sun and a shining Venus, who watched over them, overseeing their bond.

(Timeskip- 7 Months Later)

Tengen was happier than ever. He was back as a flamboyant demon slayer with (Name) by his side, fighting with him. The two of them were a sight to behold: the shinobi and his goddess. Their match was known throughout the corps. But a certain admirer still didn't stop dropping flowers by the mansion. Fortunately, (Name) bore with it and ended up planting them out in the garden. Tengen was coming back to the Uzui mansion from an important mission, excited to see (Name). As he entered the home, the smell of ramen broth hit his nose, and he sighed, happy to be home.

"I’m home!" Tengen yelled out in the open.

"Welcome back, my love!" A gentle voice bellowed out to him from the kitchen.

Tengen walked into the kitchen and met a pregnant (Name), who walked up to him and gave him a kiss.

"Babe, you are glowing! Lookin all ravishing for me today?" He purred, rubbing her belly with a gentle hand.

"I look ravishing every day, darling." She crooned, smirking up at him.

"True that. But you look so fuckable right now with your little mom slippers. I just wanna gobble you all up."

"Please, you are always so desperate after a mission."

“No, no, you really do! I-I just." He stammered.

"What's stopping you?"

"Huh?"

"What's stopping you from ravishing me?" She grinned.

"N-nothing…"

"Exactly..." she whispered seductively.

"Fuck…you are one wicked woman."

"Oh, I know that. So are you going to? Or are you going to back out and-"

She was cut off by Tengen lifting her up bridal style and walking to the main bedroom. He placed her gently on the bed and hovered over her, smirking down at her.

"You were saying?" He teased her.

"You sly shinobi."

He chuckled and kissed her passionately while she kicked off her slippers. His hands wandered to her robe and untangled the knot, meeting her naked body.

“You sly woman. I come home to this?” He groaned, copying her words, his eyes soaking up her body.

"Clothes are too heavy now. I already have to carry this kid. It’s a hassle." She responded while undoing his headband and ponytail.

He laughed and nipped her neck while moving his hands down to her lower stomach. He moved down and kissed it, saying, "Can’t wait to meet you, little one. I’m gonna love ya so much."

She smiled down at her husband and saw his adoring look at her belly. Before she could speak, his fingers had already made their way down to her soaked cunt. His thumb gently rubbed her clit and his middle and ring fingers slipped easily into her.

"Mmm fuck... right there." She moaned, shutting her eyes to feel him more.

His fingers curled upwards and hit a sensitive spot, at which she grasped his hair, moaning.

"Tengen please~" She whined, bucking her hips into his fingers, desperately reaching for her climax.

"Can’t have my woman waiting, now, can I? You've done so much for me. I love you so much, pretty girl, you know. Imma take care of you." He said this as he continued teasing her walls.

She hummed a response and waited for him to continue his ministrations. His lips latched on to her sensitive bundle of nerves, and his tongue teased her little nub. Tengen thrust his fingers as he played with her clit making her get closer and closer to a release. (Name’s) moans got louder and louder, and her voice echoed throughout the mansion, reaching every corner of the place.

Abruptly, he stopped, the moment he realised she was extremely close. He pulled away and came back up to her face.

(Name) fluttered her eyelids open, meeting his fuschia-coloured eyes. "Why’d you stop love?"

"You're gonna cum on my cock and nowhere else, love. I can't have you cumming simply on my fingers, can I?"

She gasped at the feeling of his length rubbing over her clit and scrunched her eyebrows, looking into his eyes and pleading. He smiled and pecked her lips before slipping his cock into her sensitive, dripping walls. She groaned at the feeling of his girth stretching her and clawed his toned back at his deep thrust, which hit her cervix.

"T-tengen please… more…" She moaned into his ear.

His hands grasped her hips, and he thrust gently into her. The squelching sounds and her breathy moans hit his ears, and he groaned into her neck. He thrust faster and faster, trying to help her and him reach a blissful release.

(Name) was getting closer and closer. Her walls tightened around his cock, and he groaned loudly, "Fuck. You take me so well. You're doing so good love. That's it."

She wrapped her legs around his waist as she reached her heavenly climax and moaned into the air, breathing heavily. Tengen came soon after her, releasing his warm seed into her walls, coating her white. Pulling out, he recollected himself and looked at (Name’s) flushed expression. Her cheeks red, her eyes watery and her skin glowing.

His gentle lips met her forehead, and he muttered, "I love you so much."

She sighed into his touch and said, "I love you too."

They stayed in each other's embrace for a while until (Name) jolted up and her eyes widened. "FUCK! THE RAMEN! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!"

She grabbed her robe, slipped it on, and ran to the kitchen. Tengen looked at her run, flabbergasted at her outburst. His laugh roared throughout the mansion as he chased after her.

~~~

Throughout the months that she had been with him, many people had died for simply trying to flirt with him. But of course, the Sound Hashira never realised (Name’s) obsessive actions. He was devoted to her, and she was devoted to him. And when devotion casts its shadow upon one's heart, people often call it obsession. Obsession, which is both passion and relief. It can make you lonely, but there are some people whose biggest strength is their obsession. This was her greatest strength.

However, (Name) herself hadn't realised that some people who she was relatively close with in the corps were disappearing. This was the act of her secret admirer, who to this day stands ever-strong, waiting for the right time to pounce like a lion.

But, of course, (Name) wouldn't let that happen. She was ready to kill whoever got in her way. Some say that falling in love is like sinking into an abyss where only death can bring one out. But even beyond death was (Name’s) love. She was willing to cross the world as a soul to stay with Tengen, even if it meant fighting God. Yes, there was a fine line between devotion and obsession, but there she was, willing to cross it.

(Name’s) love was endless, without consequence, and without limit. She would continue loving Tengen in the light but killing those who were in her way at night. Her illusion of innocence was so strong that Tengen himself trusted (Name) blindly.

(Name) had one rule in her life: "Love, only the one you can control; when love begins to control you, destroy it."

But there was no need for her to destroy Tengen; he was already in the grasp of (Name’s) claws, and she was easily able to make him succumb to her will.

He was hers. She was his. His saviour. Her saviour. And that was it.

~~~~~

The man stood in the garden smiling at his flowers, which (Name) ended up planting. He hid from prying eyes as he laid the flowers on the veranda. Soon, he turned around to leave until he heard soft moans coming from the main bedroom. Curiously, he walked over to the curtained window and made out the shadows of (Name) and Tengen. The bed was creaking, and (Name) was groaning Tengen’s voice out into the room.

The man’s nails dug into his palms as he listened to her seductive voice, moaning not his but another man’s name. He grimaced, his face turning into a heavy scowl. His breath got heavier as her voice got louder. But he eased himself; he had to be patient. He had to be calm. In order to have her, he would have to calm his flames. He slowly relaxed and turned around, walking out of the garden to stand in the nearby forest.

The wind blew in his lion-like, yellow-red hair, and he took one last look at the mansion and smirked, remembering his flowers that were now planted in the Uzui garden.

"You were my Tsuguko to begin with. You will always belong to me. Soon (Name), soon you will be mine." Rengoku Kyojurou whispered into the forest, speaking of his dark desires to the beings that lived there..

Once the Flame Hashira was set on something, he was determined to gain it. No matter the cost.

And this time it was (Name) he wanted, so (Name) is what he would get...

Notes:

yeah...so she was acquaintances with douma for a pretty long time but he was just chillin, no one that important, unlike rengoku... too many yanderes man! i dont see wonky eyebrows as a "joe goldberg" type person but i wanted to add my own twist cuz i was bored out of my mind so here we are with stalker rengoku...fun right!

relax, I'm not that psychotic.......or am i?

yanderes just do something to me idk why. maybe its the idea of having someone obsessed with you ifykwim

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Mystery —> Giyuu T.

Hashira! [name] and Giyuu Tomioka

~ In which you are requested something, while adressing the silliest rumor among the hashiras yet.

!WARNING! talks of physicological “missions” , decision making and adressing rumors

"Is this accurate, [name] ?"

Ubuyashiki sat right to the fore of you, with a tepid beam— he was pleased nonetheless with the rare, satisfactory news.

"You've gotten Tomioka to open up... Even at the brink of his nonchalant nature?" The man seemed interested— Tomioka was not one to waver off, especially when it came to his feelings. However Ubuyashiki was one to worry about all the hashiras, his children.

Your eyes remained glued to the man at all times, you could hear the counts of your heart palpitating harshly, trying to remain in composure— "It would be quite reckless of me to be talking about such rumors, especially with quite a few hashiras treating this as such.." you cut yourself off with a visible look of apall "Anyway, Master, Please do understand that I didn't partake —"

Ubuyashiki chuckled amidst of your worrisome nature, it was clear that he was only teasing. However the manner in which you got visibly flustered directing the odd rumors, amused him quite a bit.

“I'm only teasing, [name]." He wondrously admitted, placing his hand on his mouth with a devious smirk, however you couldn't help but let out a small breath as your heartbeat slowed to it's original pace and your eyes hauled down— your face returned to it's standard temperature.

"My apologies, Master." You vowed to the floor— as a sign of the embarassment you demonstrated to jump into such conclusions, lightly tapping your head into the wooden ground— shaved and delicately crafted.

"Please— there's no need to be so formal, although I did call you here and enjoyed teasing you quite a bit, I must also inform you about something important." He spoke with a soft voice accompanied with the slight gestures he made, some of which you noticed and annotated down in the back of your mind.

You listened attentively and your eyes widened a little, this was sudden— even for you, It wasn't false that you enjoyed going on missions with the majority of the time included some phsycological turns of events— and rather you tapped into them because robustness wasn't your forte.. nevertheless this was quite different, and it would only be harder if that other subject would additionally comply.

"Will you be willing to complete this requirement? I feel as if it's only necessary for you to take part of this.. however if you would like to turn this down, I'd understand." Mr. Ubuyashiki stated, placing his knee on the floor and grabbing his staff— You approached him quickly, not wanting to fail to help him up.

"Master, if it's not too much to ask.. would you please give me some time to think about it? I've only done that once and i'm not sure if.." You mumbled as your gaze lingered, flickering with some thoughts behind them, you desperately didn't want to disturb Ubuyashiki by asking him to give you more time to think about the sudden request— especially because you valued and respected him to the core of your heart, but oddly enough you had a gut feeling if you'd answer right away you would regret your outright decision.

"Very well." Ubuyashiki hummed; grazing his hand softly on your shoulder "I'll give you as much time as you need, however please think about this carefully— I would hate for you to regret your answer so quickly." His touch felt like a soft feather of one of the crows across your skin, perhaps the summer eve that diligently slithered into your skin— or more so a comfortably, significant graze many of the hashiras would understand.

"Thank you, Master." You beamed with a warming smile, turning into crimson from the sudden attention, everyone knew that if Ubuyashiki gave you any type of attention, you were deemed as his favorite. If anyone saw this they'd immediately turn jealous.

As fast as you first entered the room, you were dismissed quite as quickly, by choice you were the one that rushed out of the room trying to remain in equanimity— shutting the door behind you and leaning into it as you softly sighed.

"The decision.." You mumbled— laying your hand on your chin before slightly letting some of your thoughts flow throughout your mind— What would you choose? would you do it? or perhaps would the better outcome be not taking action on it? and on further statement.. what about the challenges that would come.. making you much more of a better hashira.. and perhaps heightening your core..

"..are you alright?" You heard a serene yet very cold voice before you— you stiffened instantly, recognizing the voice this soft chord pertained to your eyes met his... Tomioka's .

“I'm alright, just a little dazed is all." Your gaze drifted rapidly— careful to not stare too much else you'd find yourself the same way as having a conversation with Ubuyashiki back in the room.. however this had a different touch to it— one you couldn't quite place your finger on.

You shifted slightly before the man— his unimpressed look which you'd been accostumed to made you smile a little— weirdly enough it was familiar to you in a way, however he nodded and continued making his way towards the place he'd been heading to.

You shook your thoughts away— in nervousness and made your way to the opposite side of the hall, hoping to have your room to yourself and yelling-talking session alone.

Mysteriously, a blushing mess. This feeling blossoming in furthermore many ways.

(MAYBEEE theres gonna be a pt 2 who knows ! )

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fanfictionlibrary · 8 months

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Hi there. How are you doing? I love demon slayer and I liked the one you published about sanemi and her tsuguko. Can I please request one about Tangiro, Inoske, Zenitsu and Nezuko meeting Y/N? (Nothing romantic, just them befriending Y/N) If you can and you feel comfortable doing it can it please be a gn!reader? if not Male is alright.

The breathing technique can be a random one (even one that it's totally made up)

Thank you so much and sorry if you didn't understand the request (English is not my first language)

Meeting the Gang (Demon Slayer x gn!Reader)

Appearance is not specified. Breathing style: Soul breathing.

A/N: The Twilight request will be out in the next few days.

Also, thanks for this lovely request. I am doing fine. How about you, @smile-wearewatching? And don't worry about your English. It's really good! English is not my first language either. So, I get how you feel ;-)

Enjoy!!!

It was an awful mission that your crow had given you by request of Oyakata-sama. The forest surrounding you was dense, and the lack of light made it hard to distinguish trees from wild animals. Or worse, from demons. It did not help that the deeper you went inside the forest, the thicker the fog became. But that was okay. After all, reaching the source of the fog was your goal. Certainly, the demon who was responsible for abducting villagers, waking them from their sleep as his mist sang sweetly to them and luring them inside the forest, must be located there. The night was still young, and the fog had not extended its arms past the forest's borders yet. You had enough time to protect the few unlucky villagers that would be picked as snacks.

Now was the time to act. Still, you wondered how exactly you were supposed to find the demon, the origin, the core of the fog, if you could not even see your hand in front of your eyes.

But you couldn’t dwell on that for too long. You now had to fulfill your duty as a demon slayer. There was no way around it. When you had officially become a demon slayer, you laid one hand in Death’s oh-so-trusting claws. And he had promised to deliver you peacefully to the land of the dead in case you failed on one of your missions. Heaven or hell - that did not matter, you had told him. Just a painless existence in the afterlife. Something cozy and comfortable. That was all. That being said, you were not afraid of Death. You had looked that possible part of your fate in its face and had accepted it.

Slowly, you ventured deeper and deeper into the forest. The fog enclosed you more and more, grazing your skin. You halted in your steps, focusing on your breathing style and surroundings. Your technique was soul breathing, which allowed you to sense the souls of others – humans and demons – around you. It gave you an advantage over the demon, allowing you to pinpoint his location. The demon was not strong enough to eclipse this strategy of yours while enveloping you in his fog. Nor did he seem to notice what you were doing.

To your right, you felt it. Three powerful, charismatic human souls. So vibrant in color that they momentarily took your breath away. One soul was red, one yellow, and the other one blue. For now, that is. The color of one’s soul is never definitive. Actually, it is just about every color you can imagine. However, in some moments, one color might prevail, whereas the others decline, only to burst alive at another time.

What startled you nonetheless were the two demon souls. One demon's soul was green. It fought the three human souls viciously. The other demon soul, the purple one, was unbelievably good-natured and kind. Your heart swelled. You couldn’t believe what you were sensing. A demon fighting alongside humans? A demon fighting a demon? How…?

You accelerated, katana at the ready, and rushed into a clearing where you saw the battle unfolding. The first thing you noticed was the prodigious antlers sprouting from the demon’s head. The demon had hung up some remains of his victims on them. A hand here. An arm there. Hairs, ears… You swallowed thickly, trying your hardest not to vomit on the spot. The demon was at least as tall as a tree. His legs looked like those of a deer, whereas his upper body was human. As is often the case with demons, his face looked remarkably handsome and deceiving.

A red-haired demon slayer was fighting against the monster, using the water breathing style. At the same time, he tried to evade the thick roots that were trying to grab him mercilessly. So far, the demon slayer, who also had a red scar on his forehead, prevailed. But he couldn’t get any closer to the demon. As soon as he tried, new roots sprouted from the ground. It was obvious that he wasn't able to keep this up for long. He already looked pretty beaten.

A few meters behind him, directly in front of the clearing’s edge, sat a young boy on the ground. You couldn’t make out his facial features. His eyes were white and enlarged with fear. Desperately, he clung to the demon girl, screeching ceaselessly.

“NEZUKO-CHAN, PLEASE PROTECT ME! I AM GOING TO DIE! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BECOME A DEMON SLAYER. IT WAS A MISTAKE. LET’S RUN AWAY AND MARRY! NEZUKO-CHAN, I AM WEAK AND IN NEED OF HELP-“

Suddenly the fair-haired boy passed out and landed on his back. Nezuko, that seemed to be her name, scratched her temple. But then she sweat-dropped and released a puff of air. She seemed to be used to the boy’s demeanor.

“SHIIIT!”

Startled, you turned your head. A little away from you was a topless boy, pulling futilely at both of his katana that were stuck in a tree. Why was he wearing the mask of a boar, though?

“ARGH! THEN I WILL FIGHT YOU WITHOU MY KATANA!”

Recklessly, the boy with the mask ran towards the demon, dodging the thick roots aimed at him adeptly and fast. But he didn’t seem to notice the three roots growing out of nothingness behind him, ready to pierce his heart.

You quickly assumed your fighting position. One foot in front of you, the other behind you, katana lifted to your chest.

“Soul breathing, third form, soulful dancer.” Your body vanished in a blinding flash, before reappearing in front of the roots. You spun around yourself several times, your katana creating lines of ominous and incandescent colors that followed you and slashed the roots into bits and pieces. You landed on your feet gracefully. Your back was turned to the two fighting demon slayers, who had been blinded by the flash that you had created.

You internally cursed yourself. You had rarely fought with others, making your battle style not the most cooperative one. The boy with the mask and the redhead were shielding their eyes, staggering from side to side. Luckily, you had also momentarily blinded the demon. And the girl…

Upps. My bad… But the antlers… Those are his weak points!

You turned around quickly. “Soul breathing, fifth form, mortal essence.” In a straight line, you jumped high up in the air, positioning yourself above the demon. Then, you dived down. Rushing first towards the right antler, dismembering it into hundreds of pieces. The black smoke surrounding you intensified as you dashed towards the left antler, gliding through the air and taking care of it until there was nothing left of its regal quality. The demon wailed cries of despair.

As you readied yourself to land on your feet securely - it had become an automatic process by now - you looked toward the red-haired boy. His mouth hung wide open.

“Fast! The head!” you yelled. “Sever the head!”

“Uhm… Right!” His fighting spirit returned to him. “Water breathing, second form, water wheel.” The boy jumped. He made a flip and used his improved vertical strike power to behead the demon. The head fell to the ground with a loud thud. The thick body followed quickly after it, whirling dust from the ground.

“Finally…” The redhead allowed himself a sigh of relief and sheathed his katana.

All of us watched in silence as the body of the demon and his head dissolved. You felt the demon’s soul vanishing. Your heart seared as you sensed the demon’s pain and how much he repented his crimes. You stored that pain in your heart, reminding yourself to be virtuous and to never fall to the folly of sins. Now, you also had a responsibility for the gone demon. For every demon you witnessed dying, you promised yourself to keep the part that was once human alive by turning your back on vices and partly living virtuously for them, too. That was all you could do. No one remembered their human lives. Nor did you know about them. But it just felt right to live by that principle, remembering by living a good life. It didn’t need to make sense. It just had to feel right.

“Excuse me?”

You were wakened from your thoughts as you saw a pair of hands being waved in front of your face.

“Oh, sorry.” You bowed deep. “I was just lost in thoughts.” You sheathed your katana, too.

“Ah, don’t worry.” The red-haired boy rubbed his neck. “Uhm… I am Tanjiro Kamado. It is nice to meet you. And thank you for your help.” He stretched his hand out to you.

“Of course. We demon slayers have to help each other out. Life isn’t exactly long if you are one.” You shook his hand, noting his genuine smile. But he didn’t quite know how to respond to your dark humor. Figures… He has such a pure soul. “Oh, and I am Y/N L/N.”

“HEY! YOU THERE, TWERP.” The boy with the boar mask had gotten his two katana out of the tree and was marching angrily over to you and Tanjiro. He rapped the Japanese swords against each other loudly. “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? I HAD EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL! I COULD HAVE PROTECTED MYSELF AGAINST THOSE ROOTS! DON’T EVER GET IN MY WAY AGAIN! OR IN THAT OF SANJURO!”

“Huh?” You blinked, confused. “Tanjiro-san, who is Sanjuro?”

Tanjiro smiled half-heartedly, tilting his head. “Ahh… That would be me. Inosuke-kun cannot remember names well.” Slyly, he leaned over to you, lifting his hand to your ear and whispering, all while side-eyeing Inosuke, “I don’t think he even tries.”

“I see…” You returned his smile, watching how Tanjiro calmed Inosuke down with a few words. Somehow, the wild boy listened to Tanjiro. It seemed like the latter was in charge here. Inosuke only huffed, crossed his arms, and turned away from you.

Suddenly, the fair-haired boy awoke with a start. He shot up, clutching at Nezuko’s arm, asking whether they had landed in the afterlife. Nezuko shook her head, pointing to you and Tanjiro.

“Tanjiro-kun!” wailed the boy and sped over to his companion as if he were a lightning bolt. “I was so scared! I’m so glad it’s over. Thank you for rescuing me.”

“Ah, but Zenitsu-kun, I didn’t do the work alone.” Tanjiro gestured to you.

“Huh? Who’s that?”

“That’s Y/N-san.” Tanjiro answered.

“I see…” Zenitsu studied you intensively without saying anything. He narrowed his eyes at you and was about to ask you something, but your attention was directed to Nezuko as she appeared behind Tanjiro, hugging him.

“Yes, Nezuko-chan, I’m glad you are well, too.” Tanjiro patted the demon girl’s head, flashing his teeth as he smiled brightly.

You mustered Nezuko. “She is a demon,” you stated bluntly.

Immediately, the atmosphere got heavy with something you couldn’t quite decipher at first. But as all of the boys became serious, clenching their teeth and staring hard at you, you quickly understood that they were being protective. You could see it in their souls. The friendship and love they had for this demon.

“She is my sister,” Tanjiro clarified crossly. The hand on his sword hilt tightened. Nezuko glared at you. She did not look ashamed, which you had expected her to be.

“Your sister…?” You were absolutely baffled.

“I can understand if you have zero tolerance for Nezuko-chan. She is a demon, after all. But she is one of a kind. There is no one as loveable as she.” Tanjiro’s temple pulsed threateningly. “Still, if you’re really so blinded by your own prejudices, I ask you to leave now. I won’t let you hurt her.”

“Whoa… Easy.” You lifted your hands in an appeasing manner. “I won’t hurt your sister, Tanjiro-san. I see her soul. I know that she would never harm anyone. And if she did, she would never forgive herself. I am still surprised, though. So, I ask you to understand that.”

Tanjiro nodded reluctantly, resuming a neutral stance. “So, your breathing style is soul breathing? And it allows you to see others’ souls?”

You nodded. “I’ll tell you more about it later." Grinning, you turned to Nezuko. “Hey there, Nezuko-san.” You stretched your hand out to Nezuko, surprising everyone. “It’s lovely to meet you. I am Y/N.”

Delighted, Nezuko shook your hand. You did not understand what she said as multiple noises left her mouth, but you got the gist of what she was feeling right now. It was probably hard to say anything with that… thing in her mouth. Could she even talk?

With the mission being cleared, the five of you decided to return to the village to report to the mayor, telling him that the demon had been defeated. As you walked, you got familiar with the peculiar group dynamics of your companions. Tanjiro was the pillar everyone leaned on and looked up to. He was charismatic, funny, and caring. Zenitsu seemed to be anxious by nature, seeking protection from the others. But as he ran away from the sound of rustling leaves, Tanjiro informed you that he really was a menace in disguise. He hoped that you would be able to witness Zenitsu’s skill in battle one day. Inosuke was… oh boy. He was a handful. Loud. Boisterous. Downright feral. As for Nezuko… It was hard to tell. She just seemed happy to be there, grinning brightly and sticking close to her brother. But there was an underlying deepness to her that you had yet to discover. She was like an ocean, deep with mysteries and raw emotion.

After you had reported to the mayor, rousing him from his sleep, you were granted hospitality at his mansion. You had a room to yourself, and while you tried to sleep, you heard loud yelling from the adjacent room. Apparently, the boys were fighting about something or practicing their breathing forms… The words carried over to you were often jumbled. At some point, you clearly discerned Nezuko’s voice, several loud thuds, and then, total quietude.

A few seconds later, the door to your room opened, and in the frame appeared Nezuko. Wordlessly, she dragged her wooden box behind her as she shut the door, placed it beside you, and crawled into it. Before she closed the box’s door, she stuck her head out, nodding at you to wish you a good night’s rest.

You stared at the ceiling. Completely dumbfounded. Traveling with the four of them – you had agreed to go on the next mission together if you weren’t required to go on solo missions – would be most interesting.

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kusaka6e · 2 years

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GOING HOME

request from @ofrosesandteacups , i hope you enjoy! <33

tanjiro x fem!slayer reader

sfw

insp by going home by the aces

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you were at the butterfly mansion when the two of you met. you were recovering from a broken arm, and you couldn’t even tell what was wrong with him, with all the injuries littering his body.

so it would be an understatement to say you were surprised when he asked how you were feeling and offered to help carry your things in for you, despite how obviously wounded he was.

tanjiro’s kindness was something that always drew you to him. in the months you two got to know each other after that initial meeting, he never ceased to amaze you with the purity in his heart.

you had a hard time opening up to people, tanjiro included. you’d lost your family to demons, and beheaded the lone survivor turned demon, your older brother. it wasn’t until one of the many nights you and tanjiro stayed up talking that you learned that he had a similar backstory, with the exception of nezuko surviving.

“get your sword away from her.”

“she’s a demon!”

“she just saved you and every other member of the corps with you, without her you’d be dead!”

“that doesn’t mean she’s not a threat!”

“i’m going to be a threat if you don’t back the hell away from her.”

watching you argue with another member of the corps on a mission over nezuko? that’s when tanjiro knew he was in love.

given, you were hesitant about having a demon fight alongside you at first too. but you trusted tanjiro, so of course you trusted his sister.

you two often trained together, both having learned water breathing from giyuu. and even though tanjiro was more focused on using sun-breathing, you two made great sparring partner. he was enthralled by your natural ability and constant desire to better your skills.

“wow, (y/n), you mastered the eleventh form?! that’s amazing!”

it was easy to forget that you and tanjiro were kids, since being in the corps meant you had to grow up pretty quickly. so, it was nice that the two of you could find enjoyment in small things that appealed to your childish side together. (like the time zenitsu was in hysterics because a worm crawled over his face.) the many days you’d spent falling into each other with your sides hurting were something you’d cherish for the rest of your lives.

it was a somewhat regular day when tanjiro’s crow found you. you recognized the bird right away, the realization making your entire body run cold.

“no…”

“tanjiro kamado is missing!!”

your eyes well up, staring at the crow in disbelief.

“he was last seen three days ago going after a demon! he has not been seen since!”

even thought his status was “missing,” you had a sick feeling about it. tanjiro wouldn’t have sent his crow to give you information unless the situation was dire.

you searched for weeks. tanjiro’s crow led you to where he was last seen but there was no signs of him or nezuko anywhere, which only worried you more. you, zenitsu, inosuke, and giyuu began to spread your search, but you weren’t able to find anything.

you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he had gone AWOL on the corps, started over somewhere. you kept a bag packed, ready to join him in his new life once he found a way to let you know he was alright.

but, after two months had gone by, you were finally beginning to accept that you’d likely never see tanjiro again.

kagaya called an official meeting at the corps headquarters to inform the rest of the corp about tanjiro and give information about a vigil for him and nezuko. you were a wreck, but you were trying your best to do your processing in private and be strong in tanjiro’s honor.

all the hashira were shocked with the news, amazed that tanjiro had seemingly dropped off the face of the earth. well, almost all of them.

“i’m more surprised that those brats lasted this long.”

“sanemi.” giyuu elbowed him, giving him a glare.

“we all know it’s true. the kamado’s luck was bound to run out eventually.”

“shut up.” your teeth grit together, trying to keep your anger under wraps.

“any of you have something to say?” he glances down at where the other members of the corps were, trying to place where your comment had come from.

you take a deep breath before deciding to speak up. what else could you have to lose?

“i said, shut up.”

“you delusional or something, sweetheart?”

“don’t talk about the kamados. they’ve done more for the corps than some of the hashira have.” you ball your fists, surprising everyone as you stand and step closer to sanemi.

“you mean bringing a demon here when that goes against everything we stand for? getting rengoku killed and letting the upper three survive?”

your eyes widen at the mention of rengoku, flashing back to hearing tanjiro tell you about all the unnecessary guilt he carried about that mission.

“shut the hell up!” before you realize it, you’re taking a swing at sanemi, your fist quickly heading for his jaw.

obanai grabs sanemi while zenitsu quickly hops up from the floor to hold you back, pulling your arms behind your back as gently as he can.

“(y/n), j-just sit down, we can talk to the master about this later.”

“you don’t know shit, shinaguzawa! tanjiro and nezuko have saved all of our asses more times than we can count, and have treated you all like family, regardless of how big of a dickhead some of you have been to them! don’t you dare taint their memory with your shit talking!” you’re thrashing against zenitsu’s grip, tears pouring down your face and onto the floor.

sanemi smirks, his eyebrow raising only infuriating you ever more.

“looks like i struck a nerve.”

“maybe tanjiro should’ve struck your nerves by letting your weak ass little brother die, but he didn’t! you keep his name out of your fucking mouth!”

sanemi’s eyes widen, tengen and giyuu assisting obanai in pulling him out of the room before he can lunge towards you.

kagaya sighs, kneeling in front of you and frowning as your body shakes with sobs, zenitsu and inosuke trying to get you off the floor. you pause as you feel a gentle hand rest on your shoulder, realizing how much trouble you might’ve just gotten yourself into.

“i’m sorry, (y/n). i hate to see any of my children in such despair.”

“i-i apologize master, i didn’t mean to have such an outb-“

he sushes you, giving you an understanding smile.

“hard times can make emotions run high. you have nothing to be sorry for.”

he offers you a room in the main mansion for some time, wanting to be able to make sure you had enough emotional support and resources. zenitsu and inosuke visited often, the three of you trying to lean on each other to help each other heal.

you were chasing inosuke around the yard, trying to get him to give up his mask so it could get washed, when you see a figure in the entryway to the yard. you pause, immediately putting yourself on guard.

your eyes widen as the figure moves closer, a familiar pattern on a torn haroi.

“there’s no way…”

and there he was.

there was a large scar over one of his eyes and he was using his sword as a crutch, the straps of nezuko’s box torn and being held together with the sleeves of his haroi.

but he was there. he was alive.

“t-tanjiro?”

“tanjiro?! nezuko?!”

“mashiro?”

“hi guys.”

and seeing that familiar kind smile was all it took.

you sprinted towards him, tears flying back into your eyes as wind whipped through your haroi. you did your best to slow yourself when you reached him since he was clearly injured, but you two still crashed into each other and nearly got knocked to the ground. he kissed you breathlessly, you two’s tears of joy mixing and soaking both your cheeks even more. zenitsu and inosuke weren’t far behind, zenitsu falling to his knees and hugging nezuko’s box tearfully.

“you’re alive.”

“i’m right here.” he smoothed the back of your hair as you cried into his shoulder, sniffling as he savored being able to embrace you again.

“where the heck have you been?! we thought you died!” inosuke demanded, dropping his mask.

“i went after a demon who kept me trapped in a purgatory portal sort of thing. and i finally escaped, but then i passed out in the woods. if nezuko hadn’t woken up, i think i would’ve died. she looked out for me until i was well enough to walk, and now we’re here.”

you smile softly, slightly leaning over to pat the top of her box.

“and now you’re home.”

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pillow-anime-talk · 1 year

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where you go, i go.

request: i saw write for kagaya and as a simp for him, thank you! if i may, request a scenario where before the confrontation with muzan, kagaya had begged for reader to not be there with him but reader refuses. she takes a hold of his hand, bring his knuckles to her lips, pressing a gentle kiss on his hand. gently but firmly stating that he’s her companion in life. the love of her life. she will not leave him alone. she will stay right by his side no matter what may come to pass. [i had gotten the idea from the quote “we have lived together for many years. where you go, i go” of ida straus to her husband isidor straus. i think that this would suit the relationship]

# tags: scenario; current marriage relationship; soft romance; drama; mostly angst; mention of death and crying; kagaya and reader have children; sfw?

includes: female reader ft. kagaya ubuyashiki {kny}

author’s note: it was a beautiful request and i’m sorry you waited so long for it! love u, anonnie ♥

These were hard months for people, for whole Demon Slayer Corps, and most of all for you and your loved one, who buried many of his combatants, many of his ‘children’. Both you and your husband knew that it was a matter of several hours before Muzan would reach your current place of residence and start wreaking havoc and murder innocent people, destroy crops and houses, and kill animals grazing in meadows or resting in stables and cowsheds. The Demon King wanted to catch both your partner and Tanjirou’s little demon sister, and you had to be prepared for that; both mentally and physically.

Your husband begged you to take your children and hide in a safe place for you (preferably underground with a supply of food and water), to run as far away as possible from the King walking towards you and forget about what has been going on for the last few months (e.g. to find someone better, someone with whom your future will be bright and peaceful). But you were stubborn, Kagaya knew it very well.

“...I’m begging you, Y/N. Just go away and live safely without me.” The blind man turned his head in your direction and you just frowned. The chirping of the last birds reached your ears, and you muttered something unintelligible under your breath.

“... Why would I leave a person who is my whole world?” You asked rhetorically and the man only sighed in response. You were really stubborn and stuck to your point. “We have lived together for many years, Kagaya. Where you go, I go. Do you remember? We promised that to each other on our wedding day.” You smiled softly, and the twenty-three-year-old seemed to sense your changing facial expressions. His heart, though it shouldn’t have, was beating faster.

“Yes, I know, my dear. But I don’t want anything bad to happen to you and kids, you need to understand that, Y/N.” He said, listening to the wind and the sound of flowing water from the tiny stream in front of your property. The rustle of leaves and bushes was also pleasant to the ear.

You moved closer to your husband and then took both of his hands in a strong grip. Kagaya obviously appreciated the gesture, and the moment you lifted his hands to your own warm lips and placed a tender kiss on both of his hands, he understood that you would not leave him, even if you go to certain deaths. It wasn’t your style, it wasn’t in your genes.

“So let’s get through this together.” He said in a low voice so as not to wake your sleeping children at home. You nodded your head, thanking him for his understanding.

“...Let us also die together.” You replied with a confident face and then hugged the man, inhaling his characteristic, pleasant smell reminiscent of old pine and fresh peonies. “Where you are, there I am.” You said, closing your eyes, dreaming of life and a world where there are no demons, death and war. About such a life where there are only you two, your offspring, laughter and love.

It was a beautiful vision.

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sideofanime · 2 months

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Stay

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Sanemi (Demon Slayer)

Warnings: Explicit language, mentions of fighting/violence

Word Count: 12K

Summary: You and Sanemi were once close until a fateful decision tore you both apart. A year later, you still struggle with your feelings for him, but Sanemi isn't going to make it easy for you to confess.

The wind hadn’t always been your enemy, but you felt each strike across exposed skin like a knife slicing through flesh as you raced through the forest. Under normal circumstances, your travels were poised with that special degree of flashiness that your mentor had instilled in you - moving with the wind and dodging every obstacle. But you found yourself in an unexpected rush, and you were pushing yourself far beyond your usual limits.

It wasn’t like you to lose track of time. In fact, if it hadn’t been for a recent clash with a demon that left a heavy burden of responsibility on your shoulders, you wouldn’t have forgotten the emergency meeting. Not until Kanao reminded you that her own mentor had already departed earlier that same morning.

For the most part, it was rare for a meeting of all ten Hashira to convene on such short notice, and it was rarer still for you to waltz into the Ubuyashiki estate after it had already started. Yet, you seemed to be going for some kind of record as this would be the second time you were showing up late to a meeting of this magnitude. You wondered, however briefly, if this would be strike two as your master had already sat you down once to scold you for the behavior.

You doubted they would extend you the courtesy of waiting to start this time around, and you could feel the heavy presence of your fellow Hashira as you neared your destination. Slowing to a stop on the estate’s grounds, feeling the exertion of pushing yourself in your throbbing feet. You allowed tentative steps until you stood outside the room where they had gathered, and you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable embarrassment.

It was with an uncharacteristic shyness that you slid the door open with trembling hands, and you could feel all ten pairs of eyes land in your direction. You grimaced at the attention: both for your undoubtedly unsightly appearance and the reprimand you were sure to face from your master once all was said and done.

Even so, Kagaya Ubuyashiki offered his usual generous smile when you dropped down next to Obanai, flinching at the hostile hiss from Kaburamaru. Unsurprising, considering the shoulders he coiled himself around as Obanai had ardently hated you for as long as you could remember. In return, your falcon Kaya returned a growl of her own, wings flexing as she perched on your shoulder. She had been flying behind you on the way over, but had taken to using you as her usual seat, talons flexing against your skin.

“Y/N,” Kagaya greeted you once you recovered your bearings. “Glad you could join us.”

“Sorry,” you whispered, startling again when Kaburamaru struck out in your direction, and you heard Obanai’s wince after Mitsuri elbowed him in the side.

You shot her a grateful smile, waving your hand to ward off Kaya’s returning strike. There was little doubt in your mind that your falcon could tear through Kaburamaru’s scales if given an opportunity. And you didn’t need to piss off Obanai more than you already had.

Thankfully, your master continued from where he had left off, and you glanced over your shoulder to meet the disapproving gaze of Kyojuro Rengoku. You wilted under his stare, feeling your face blossom with red, wondering if he knew the reason for your delayed appearance. It wouldn’t bode well for your reputation because Rengoku wasn’t much of a gossip, and if he was aware of your transgressions, then it likely meant everyone else knew as well.

It also meant that he knew, and your eyes unwittingly sought out Sanemi’s from across the room. You swallowed hard when your gaze became ensnared with his own, anger and hostility flickering vibrant flecks of fuschia in those irises you had once found comfort in. Sanemi knew, and you couldn’t help but deflate. He would take it the wrong way, and there was no reasoning with the stubborn man once he made up his mind.

You looked away in shame, keeping your head low as you focused on your master’s words. Apparently, there was a recent sighting of Muzan Kibutsuji in one of the villages near the Ubuyashiki estate. It might’ve been a coincidence, but nothing ever seemed to be the case with Muzan. The Demon King lacked that sort of nonchalance, preferring a clinical intentionality that meant the worst for your fellow Slayers.

“Be on vigilance,” your master warned, and you nodded along with the others. You could at least agree on your collective disdain for Muzan and the demons who remained loyal to him.

Your master quietly worked out a plan to investigate the alleged sighting: you weren’t surprised that he was dispatching Tomioka - the water Hashira made for a formidable opponent. And he was disarmingly good at moving with great stealth when he went on these reconnaissance operations.

The meeting adjourned thereafter, and you grunted when Obanai stood and let his knee graze your shoulder. “Prick,” you hissed at him. “Maybe next time I’ll let Kaya have a taste of serpent for her breakfast.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he spoke in that unnervingly calm voice. You had always loathed how controlled he appeared, no matter the circumstances.

“Iguro,” Mitsui gently interceded, curling one of her arms around his own. “Let’s have lunch together.”

He softened immediately at her words, and you rolled your eyes at the blatant favortism. At least it made him forget all about you, and you gave Mitsuri a subtle nod, slowly rising from where you had been crouched on the floor. You stretched your arms over your head, catching sight of Rengoku speaking in a low tone with Tengen. That was never a good sign.

It distracted you enough to miss the flash of purple at your side. Until she made her presence known. “You made quite an entrance,” a familiar voice spoke.

You let out an exhausted sigh, seeking Shinobu from the corner of your eye. “What have you heard?”

“What are you expecting me to say?” she returned in that annoyingly grating voice.

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest as you longingly looked at the exit door. “You run the Butterfly Mansion. Shouldn’t you know everything?”

“Maybe not the whole truth,” Shinobu said with a little giggle as if amused by your situation. “That Slayer came in just last week, and you’ve suddenly made more appearances than the entire duration of our acquanticeship.”

Well, when she put it that way… “Listen,” you started, only to break off when you realized that your master was approaching the two of you, and his presence was not to be ignored.

“Y/N.”

You would have to clear the air another time, steeling yourself for the inevitable. “Sir?” you greeted him politely, reaching up to stroke a finger down Kaya’s chest.

Shinobu hummed, giving your master a polite smile as she followed Rengoku and Tengen out of the room, leaving just you, your master, and Sanemi. Kaya chirped happily at the sight of him, even as your own heart warred inside your chest. “May we speak alone, Sanemi?” Kagaya requested, and you restlessly shifted between your feet.

“Of course,” Sanemi replied, ever the polite gentleman when he wanted to be, making sure to bump his shoulder against your own as he waltzed by. Even more obnoxious was Kaya’s quick dismissal of you, hopping onto Sanemi’s shoulder as if wholly unaware of the blanketed tension between her two favorite people.

You were annoyed at her betrayal, knowing Sanemi did that on purpose just to aggravate you. He didn’t even bother to give Kaya back, leaving the room with your falcon in tow. But with a considerable demonstration of patience, you managed to school your expression, dropping to your knees in a show of respect to your master.

“It’s not like you to be late,” Kagaya remarked, coming to a stop in front of you. His fingers curled beneath your chin, forcing your neck to incline in his direction. “This is your second time.”

You wriggled under the weight of those unseeing eyes. “It was a misunderstanding.”

“Oh?”

“A young slayer who helped me on a recent mission,” you explained. “He was injured protecting me, and I’ve been going to see him to keep progress on his recovery. I lost track of time this morning. But I think…some of the others have taken it the wrong way.”

“How so?”

You immediately blushed. “I mean, they think my visits are less…innocent, sir.”

“And this has caused problems with your fellow Hashira?”

“With some of them,” you agreed, frowning as you thought of Obanai and Sanemi. The two had seemingly decided without conscious volition that they would be best friends. They always had each other’s backs, and it made sense that when one held a grudge, the other would also harbor the same resentment, even if unwarranted.

“This displeases me to hear,” Kagaya remarked, and you hated the idea of disappointing him. “After all, you have the same goals.”

“It’s my fault,” you said. “I will do my best to rectify the misunderstanding.”

“I know that you will,” Kagaya agreed. “Is this incident related to what happened the last time you were late?”

You swallowed hard. “No.”

That day in question had happened almost a year ago, when you and Sanemi fought to the point of mutual tears and splintered feelings, destroying any semblance of friendship. It had upset you so much that you slept well past your morning wake up call, causing you to nearly miss the entirety of the Hashira meeting in question. “When you fought with Sanemi.”

You nodded. “It wasn’t his fault. I was the one to blame.”

“Fights are usually mutual.”

The simple words surprised you, but you kept your expression blank. “It was my doing, sir.”

He didn’t understand. When you knew you were at fault, you often punished yourself - perhaps a result of your intense Kunoichi training from your younger years. The fight with Sanemi had been your own doing, and that innocent Slayer’s near-death experience had been your fault as well. Your thoughts became plagued with endless reminders of those occasions, playing through your head like a looping slideshow, exhausting you to the point that you were completely thrown off your game.

“You’re too hard on yourself, Y/N,” he said with a soft smile. “See to it that you learn to forgive yourself. I think this may resolve future problems.”

“Yes, sir,” you said - even though you would’ve feigned agreement for whatever he proposed, thinking yourself quite circumspect to have gotten off with such a generous punishment.

Unfortunately, it was easier said than done in your case. Forgiveness was hard-fought where you came from, especially if it meant pardoning one’s own transgressions. The worst sin of them all.

Rengoku was like an older brother, having been friends with Tengen for as long as you could remember. The two of them practically helped raise you after you ran away from your clan. Even moreseo when Tengen took you under his wing as a Tsukugo.

You weren’t surprised when you noticed Rengoku lingering outside after your master dismissed you. He was always checking in. “You waited,” you remarked as way of greeting.

“Tardiness is not an attribute tolerated in your Clan,” Kyojuro chuckled. “At least, not the way Tengen has explained it to me.”

“No,” you agreed, and you were touched that Rengoku had went out of his way to understand. He had done so ever since he first learned about the warrior traditions taught to you and Tengen as children - having grown up in the same clan of Shinobi and Kunoichi fighters before you both turned your backs on those ways.

“That means I should be worried about you,” Kyojuro continued, hands crossed behind his back. “If such values are so recklessly abandoned after having been instilled in you since childhood.”

“I wouldn’t say recklessly,” you argued, turning your thoughts to the Slayer that had caused such turmoil. He was young, far too young in your opinion, and you had been surprised to have him join you on your latest mission. It wasn’t uncommon for young Slayers to accompany you when a mission posed to be a challenge. They could assist you and learn in the process. But this Slayer had been far too willing to intercede and take the full brunt of a strike meant for you.

It was the same kind of self-sacrifice that your Clan honored in their warriors. But one that Tengen had taught you meant nothing if the mission was left in shambles and there were no warriors left to fight another day. For years, you struggled to dismiss the instilled inclination, even after hearing it disparaged so easily from such a prominent member of your former Clan, and it wasn’t until Sanemi Shinazugawa sat down to speak to you that you learned to value yourself.

“What’s the point?” Sanemi had grunted, sitting next to you side by side on the roof of his Pillar estate. For several weeks, you had been spending all of your nights with him, preferring his company to the silence of your little estate. “If you go down in a mission like that, with all those kids who need you for guidance, how the fuck are they supposed to survive?”

Your heart ached at the memory, even as you reaffirmed that Rengoku was wrong - the recklessness that defined so many of your Clan’s teachings had gradually disappeared in place of a strong sense of self-preservation. The guilt too, that had once plagued you for putting your own life over others, was nothing but a distant feeling.

Even if you still battled daily with the nastier parts of yourself that had been molded so impurely by your clan.

Rengoku laughed at your denial, but his eyes spoke volumes. “Don’t give me that look,” you huffed at him, hating the height advantage he had over you.

“What look?”

“Your disapproval,” you remarked. “I can feel it.”

“Fascinating,” Kyujuro hummed. “But I don’t wish to argue.”

“Advice then?”

“Always!”

You had grown used to his boisterous attitude, but that didn’t mean you wanted to deal with it at this moment. “Rengoku-”

“Y/N!” he returned. “First, tell me about your relations with this new slayer.”

Your face instantaneously heated at his bold words. “There are no relations!” you hissed.

“Really? Everyone else speaks differently,” he said, forcing an eye roll from you. “And here I thought you had affections for young Shinazugawa.”

“Where did you get that idea?” you deadpan, wondering how anyone could mistake the frequent exchange of barbs between you and Sanemi as affectionate.

Rengoku didn’t respond immediately, instead taking the time to study you with a curious look. “I may not be the best at reading people, but I had never seen Shinazugawa spend as much time with anyone like he did with you.”

“You have no idea-” you started, only to break off at the sound of approaching footsteps and the all too-familiar call of your raven. “Great,” you muttered, trying to ignore Kaya’s excited chirps. Your battle-trained falcon was difficult to impress, and only one man had ever successfully won over her favor.

As well as your own.

You felt Kaya return to your shoulder at the same moment Sanemi chose to speak. “You were late again.”

You narrowed your eyes, releasing a long-suffering sigh. “I know.”

“What’s your excuse this time?” he questioned, and you hated the condescension in his tone. Like he was better than you.

“Y/N…”

Rengoku’s intonation of your name held a warning, but Sanemi had learned long ago how to crawl under your skin. You brushed aside Kyojuro, turning around to face Sanemi, hating the smug grin lighting a teasing glint in his gaze. “Back off, Shinazugawa. I don’t have time for your shit.”

“Yeah? But you waste our time fucking off with that slayer?”

There was a strange undercurrent of something vile in his question that you had never heard before. It felt bitter coming from him, crawling across your skin with a shiver.

You weren’t surprised that Sanemi knew about the slayer, but the idea of you fucking around with anyone had your hackles raising. You hated that everyone had assumed the worst; instead of an innocent gesture, they decided you had taken the slayer to bed. As if you would use your position of power over him in such a way.

“What’s your problem?” you snapped.

“I’m looking at my problem,” he growled in return.

“You have no idea,” you said. “You couldn’t be more wrong, and it’s none of your business.”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Rengoku quickly inserted himself, coming to stand between you and Sanemi. “Y/N, Tengen wants to see you later. If you leave now, you can be at his estate before dark.”

You swallowed down your pride, glaring at Sanemi. That ego of yours, fed from your parents at such a young age, had never gone away. “Fine,” you agreed, even though it physically hurt to be the one to back down.

The combined weight of their stares as you retreated felt like heavy flames rolling over your shoulders. Rengoku would no doubt reprimand Sanemi for his behavior, but the Wind Hashira had a rebellious streak. He had decided that you were his enemy, and no simple conversation would change his mind.

It hurt you to recall the past and your more tender exchanges. You hadn’t always shared a hostile relationship with Sanemi. When you met for the first time, he made an off-hand comment about your small size, to which you responded in kind by laying him out on his ass in the middle of the other gathered Hashira. After that, you both gradually warmed up to one another, spending a great deal of time training together as your breathing techniques were remarkably complementary. Your Falcon breathing thrived in the breezes afforded by his different wind forms, sharpening your attacks and allowing them to gain incredible speed.

Gyomei himself had once interrupted a session, making a random comment about your compatibility. You laughed at his observation, even as Sanemi remained unusually quiet from next to you. “Are you ready for your first mission?” Gyomei had asked.

“Of course,” you replied, closing your hands behind your back as you stood before the older Hashia proudly.

“I’ll be with her, so don’t get any ideas, idiot.” Sanemi glared at Gyomei, and you were surprised to learn that he requested to join your first mission, but you weren’t opposed to the idea. You thought about it a lot as you continued training, studying Sanemi in a different light. Afterward, laying side by side under the watchful gaze of the stars, you thought that your heart would burst from your chest, and it had nothing to do with the exertion of your training; rather, the proximity of Sanemi so close to you, scars awash in the gentle glow of the moon’s light.

You enjoyed your visits to Tengen’s lavish estate, especially when his wives joined you. Having come from the same clan of Shinobi and Kunoichi warriors, it wasn’t unusual for you to take comfort in their presence. Especially considering your close history together.

Originally, you were meant to be Tengen’s third wife, a point of contention between you and your own father. However, after Suma stepped forward and requested to be the third, you easily allowed her to take your place. Angering and ostracizing your parents in the process, and pushing you away to live on your own away from the Clan.

For a long time, you wandered from place to place, never quite fitting in. It was difficult to find work that suited you since your entire life had been spent training for battle and fighting as opposed to menial labor positions. You did the best you could, but found yourself miserable for the year you spent in isolation.

Eventually, Tengen sought you out after leaving the clan himself, and he managed to find you in a remote village. You had been surprised to see him, but it wasn’t all that shocking to learn that he cared too much to leave you to self-implode. It made sense considering all of your time spent together, nurturing romantic feelings, and he had been right about your tendency to shut down when things weren’t going the way you planned. “Is there room for a fourth wife?” you had joked with him, but he understood that you didn’t mean it, having never truly wanted a path that you didn’t choose for yourself. Instead, he agreed to take you on as his Tsukugo, training you up to become the Hashira that your younger self would’ve been proud to see.

Ironically, you would’ve made a great partner to Tengen - the two of you had quietly admitted that on numerous occasions. You had known him for your entire life, and you both thought alike, holding long conversations together without a trace of awkwardness, and your differences were complementary to one another. You even had your first kiss with Tengen, just to see if those compatibilites might extend physically. It had aroused you to shameful degree; although, you had certainly lost those feelings for him overtime, considering him a close friend and mentor as opposed to a real partner.

You frowned at the reminder, thinking about the differences between Tengen and Sanemi. At different points in your life, you had affections for both Hashira; although, a reluctant part of you admitted that your feelings for Tengen had disappeared whereas your attachment to Sanemi had never quite done the same. But it was too late to entertain such feelings, even if it hurt to settle for the torrid relationship your friendship had become.

Things were complicated with Sanemi. But it was much easier with Tengen, and you found yourself smiling as you stepped up to the main entrance of his estate. “Y/N!”

You recognized Suma’s voice immediately, glancing to the side as she ran around from the back of the mansion. “Suma,” you greeted her cheerfully, groaning when she threw her arms around your shoulders, jostling Kaya from her place on your shoulder. Your falcon let out an ear-piecing screech before taking to the skies, no doubt deciding that she wouldn’t be needed at the Uzui estate.

“We’ve been waiting for you!” she cried, keeping you locked tightly to her as you both ambled through the door.

Makio and Hinatsuru were waiting inside, laughing at the way you tried to pull out of Suma’s arms. “You’re smothering her,” Hinatsuru said, and Suma reluctantly allowed you to escape her grip. “Tengen is in the drawing room,” she continued. “He wants to speak to you alone.”

“Alone?” you released a breath through your nose, feeling your heart drop at the somber note in her tone. “Okay.”

“He’s worried about you, Y/N,” Suma added, searching you closely.

“I get it,” you muttered, even though it was hard to stay mad at any of them. But you had been lectured all day, and Tengen had a tendency to ramble on for hours if he felt like he needed to do so.

You obeyed regardless, leaving the three girls to huddle close together, whispering amongst themselves, as you followed the familiar meandering hallways that never seemed to end - a testament to the size of Tengen’s mansion. Not that you expected anything less of the man. He enjoyed showing off in any way that he could.

The door was open when you arrived, stepping through to see Tengen already sitting on a cushion on the ground, legs crossed beneath him. You raised a brow, noting that the table was already set, a kettle of what smelled like tea at the center with two cups on either side.

You took your place without question, dropping down on the opposite cushion from where he watched you with a friendly smile. “You’re on time!” he remarked, and you snorted at the unamusing joke.

“I’ve heard enough about it,” you said. “From our master AND Rengoku.”

“Then I can keep my own words brief,” he replied, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

“Let’s hear it then.”

“Y/N!”

“What?” you snapped, only feeling a little guilty for using such a snippish tone with him.

“Your mind is troubled,” Tengen said, ignoring your tempestutous temper. “I assume all is not right about what I’ve heard of you and this Slayer.”

You gritted your teeth, recalling to him the same explanation you had given your master. “Everyone was quick to assume the worst in me.”

“I see.” Tengen nodded. “Does that bother you?”

“Of course it does,” you snipped. “They all have bad opinions of my character.”

“Is it really everyone’s opinion you care about, or one person’s in particular?” Tengen asked with a smirk. “Shinazugawa, perhaps?”

“Is that what this is really about?” you asked. “You want to give me another talk about Sanemi?”

“He seems to be at the forefront of most of your troubles,” Tengen said. “You were quite heartbroken over your fight with him.”

“I wouldn’t say heartbroken,” you retorted, but Tengen could see right through you - right at the center of the affection you wore for Sanemi so clearly on your sleeve.

“Have you spoken to Sanemi about this misunderstanding?” Tengen asked, reaching over to pour himself a second cup of tea. “You used to talk quite often.”

“We don’t talk like that anymore,” you said, wincing at the pathetic way you sounded. Like a kicked puppy whose favorite person scolded them. “He’s infuriating. After I left the estate, he was right there questioning me. He even called me his problem.”

Tengen considered your words. “He’s very brash with his approach. You should’ve told him the truth!”

“He gave me no opportunity,” you said, wincing as you recalled the brief interaction. “He never does anymore…”

Pathetic. You were a lovesick fool. Sanemi could smash your face into the ground with the sole of his shoe and your silly heart would still find a way to beat off rhythm in his presence.

“It started after you told him about your marriage contract,” Tengen remarked, gaze boring into your own. “You don’t think that hurt him to hear?”

The marriage contract - the bane of your existence. It had once almost trapped you into a marriage you had never wanted with Tengen, and years later, the damn thing was still laughing at you. “He never told me,” you argued. “Sanemi has never said anything about having those kinds of feelings. He had plenty of chances to speak up if he did, and he knew I was trying to make things right with my parents and the clan.”

Even though you had abandoned the clan in favor of living on your own, you hated the thought of completely ostraciszing yourself - from the family that you still loved despite the past. Even if you no longer respected their traditions, you often thought back on the situation with a different light and a clearer head. There was only one regret that lingered, and it was the burdening responsibility you felt for your younger siblings - for leaving them behind to suffer the clan’s cruelty and twisted values. It became obvious to you that the only way you could extend an olive branch and see your siblings again, was agreeing to marry another Shinobi when he finally came of age.

You convinced yourself that you didn’t mind so much this time since it had been a Shinobi of your choosing, but there was a part of you that boiled at the idea of giving yourself away to someone you had no real feelings for. At least you could reconnect with your family - to the siblings you adored. The same brothers and sisters they wouldn’t allow you to visit since you left the clan, losing any privilege of being part of their lives.

At least this marriage came with freedom - you could still continue your duties as a Hashira while living away from the clan, and the Shinobi’s other wives could handle most of the duties expected of a spouse. The relationship, in your eyes, amounted to nothing more than your signature on a piece of paper. After that, everything would be right again, especially with your family. Maybe then you could lure your siblings away from negative influences.

But Sanemi hadn’t seen it the same way. When he learned about your new marriage contract, the two of you fought bitterly and without mincing your words. Even in the present, you couldn’t understand what bothered him so much - this was the only path you could take, and he had never given any indication that such a decision would lead to long-lasting repercussions to the closeness you once shared:

“You wear them proudly,” you had remarked to him on your last morning together. It wasn’t unusual for him to spend the night with you, and despite ordering a spare room prepared for his arrival, Sanemi had made himself more than comfortable in your bed.

“Hmmm?” He opened one eye to look at you, watching as you trailed your fingers across the scars on his exposed chest.

“I have something to tell you,” you whispered, as if the peace of the room would be disturbed at a higher register.

“What is it?” he asked with a lazy tone, more than content to wander back to sleep as his hands crossed behind his head, goosebumps forming in the wake of your light touches.

“I’m taking a brief leave of absence,” you said, and you could literally feel the muscles under your fingers tense as both eyes flew open.

“What for?” he immediately questioned, jostling you as he sat up higher. “How long?”

You sighed, pulling yourself upright. You had spent long enough in bed, and you rose to your feet with an exaggerated stretch of your arms above your head. “It might be a month,” you explained.

“You’re leaving for that long?”

You looked at him from over your shoulder. Sanemi’s tone was strangely morbid, watching you move about your room, collecting the things you would need. “Just for a little while,” you sighed. “I’ll be back before you can miss me.”

“Where are you going?”

“Home,” you replied simply, frowning as you looked over the wrinkles on one of your nicest kimonos. Your family would expect you to dress the part, and you wished you had taken the time to be more careful with your old clothes.

“To your Clan?” Sanemi scoffed, and you could hear the floors creaking beneath his weight as he stood up from the bed. “What the fuck are you going back for?”

“I’m going to see my family,” you explained. “You know I’ve been trying to see my siblings again, and this is the perfect opportunity to do so.”

“I thought they refused,” he grumbled, and you turned to face him. “Y/N…” he trailed off when his gaze met your own, struggling to find the right words. “I need to tell you something…”

“Yes?” you prompted him because Sanemi looked unusually sheepish, messing his hands through the disorderly locks of his spiky hair.

But this was Sanemi, and you were amused when he forced his way through, boisterously declaring: “Let’s spend more time together, outside of training,” he said as if you didn’t already do so. “The way things are supposed to be done. Properly.’

His words didn’t make much sense to you, but Sanemi seemed awfully proud of himself, and you would hate to take away that rare smile you could never get enough of seeing. “Of course,” you agreed. “Once the marriage arrangements are done, we can do whatever you’d like.”

“Marriage arrangements?”

It was like the temperature in the room plumeted at once, and your own look of confusion likely matched the one reflected on Sanemi. “Well, yes, I explained it to you before: my parents proposition for letting me see my siblings,” you said. “I’m to marry one of our clan’s Shinobi when he comes of age. In exchange, I get to keep my Hashira spot and see my family more often.”

You nodded when you were finished - the deal made perfect sense in your mind, and you knew your parents were being very flexible by letting you get away with so much. Even so, Sanemi’s perplexed frown quickly evolved into something that you could only describe as mutinous. “Are you fucking serious?” he growled, and you shivered at the anger in his tone. “I thought you were over that. Isn’t there a different way you could still see them that doesn’t involve whoring yourself out?”

You grimaced at his crude choice of words. “It’s not the way of my Clan,” you explained. “The Kunoichi in my clan are honored through marriage - the highest they can achieve. I defied them once before, letting Tengen go. I can’t do that again.”

The explanation made sense to you - after all, you weren’t the same girl who felt coerced into marrying Tengen. Instead, you had grown into a powerful Hashira, and you were fine with this decision since it is one you had made on your own.

But it was obvious that Sanemi wasn’t seeing it the same way, and you were stunned by the aggression in Sanemi’s stance, fists balled at his sides. “You said you followed your own path!”

“I am!” you insisted, starting to feel yourself grow a bit perturbed by his unwarranted anger. “If I want to see my siblings, I must regain my Clan’s honor and make my parents happy. I have no other choice,” you said. “This is a decision I have come to on my own.”

“You didn’t want it last time!” Sanemi said, daring a step closer. “Why the hell is this any different?”

“Because,” you emphasized. “I am the one agreeing to the proposal, and I was able to make my own conditions for the marriage.”

Sanemi scoffed. “Are you that desperate for their validation that you would literally bind yourself to someone you’ve never even met?”

“That’s not what this is about!” you cried. “I have a duty to my family-”

“You have a duty to yourself,” Sanemi interrupted. “If they can’t see how much you hate the idea, then they don’t deserve you.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Of course it is!” he said. “They’re using you, Y/N. Manipulating you to get what they want - who the hell do you really think benefits the most from this? Certainly not you, but I guess your parents and the lucky jackass signing that fucking contract deserve more than your happiness?”

“I get to stay a Hashira,” you insisted. “And I don’t have to live at the Clan’s village or with the Shinobi. I get to do what I want.”

“You’re fucking naive if you think that’s how it’ll work,” Sanemi growled. “They’ll figure out a way to trap you there - to force you back into that clan for good.”

“No they won’t,” you hissed, incredulous that he could think of you like that - as a person less than capable of understanding. As someone incapable of discerning the intentions of their own family! “How can you think so low of me? I know what I’m doing.”

“Yeah?” Sanemi laughed - choking back a noise that sounded dangerously similar to a sob. “What happens to you later in life when you want to be with someone who actually cares about you? Will you need a mediator to negotiate a divorce contract with your fucking clan?”

“Stop it!” you warned, unaware of how close the two of you had gotten during your spat, practically toe to toe as you fiercely met his gaze. “I don’t need your permission, and I would think you might be more mindful of my feelings.”

“Not like you give a damn about my feelings!” Sanemi retorted. “I’ve put it all out there and you stomp on it like some kind of vindictive bitch.”

You winced at the insult, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “The only thing you’ve done is help me see how much of an asshole you really are! As if I’d let your crude opinions come between me and my own family!”

“Right,” he drew out, and you were taken aback at the raw emotion in his voice. “I get it, Y/N. I’ll always play second fiddle to the clan and your family. They could throw you into a pit full of demons and you’d still fall to your fucking knees and pray to your stupid idols.”

“You have no idea,” you said, despising the quiver in your tone. “You don’t know my Clan.”

“Sounds like you don’t know them all that well either,” Sanemi snarled. “To not see through their bullshit. Guess I was wrong to think you were strong enough to move on even after leaving.”

“I am strong!” you snapped. “Don’t you dare look at me and call me weak! I’m sacrificing for them-”

“Exactly!” Sanemi said. “You have to make all the sacrifices just to meet them halfway. They’ve never extended the same courtesy, and I guess we need a fucking baseball bat to get that through your thick skull!”

“Get out!” you screamed, unable to keep your anger from simmering over, beyond repulsed that the man standing in front of you had managed to insult you, your family, and clan in one fell swoop - the same man you had considered a close confidant and the one you harbored sweet affections for in ways you could only whisper to friends like Suma or Misturi.

As if he would ever return them, especially if this is the way he thought about you! “Fine,” he whispered, and you startled when the first tear fell. You had never seen Sanemi cry before, and you found yourself completely immobilized as he roughly swiped the sleeve of his uniform against the wet trails.

He didn’t say anything else. Not bothering to rectify his harsh reprimand or the uneasy tension left stewing between you. Instead, Sanemi slammed the door behind him, rattling it against the hinges, and leaving you to fall into a broken heap on the floor.

Even a year later, the memory made you feel guilty all over again, and you tried to keep your tears in check this time as you turned to your old habit of fighting through the pain. “I explained it to him the best I could,” you argued, glaring down at your tea cup. “How else should I break that kind of news?”

“You don’t,” Tengen said. “I disagree with your decision.”

“Yeah, I know,” you glowered. Tengen had made that very clear. “But I had to do it. My parents weren’t speaking to me, and they wouldn’t let my brothers and sisters around…” You trailed off, feeling your throat become thick with emotion.

“Family comes first.”

“I admire your commitment, but it’s your true family that comes first,” Tengen quickly amended. “If your parents really cared, they wouldn’t have those expectations of you.”

“Well,” you said, allowing a sinister edge to creep in. “You certainly had no issue with your family’s decision. I didn’t see you complain not once when you married your wives.”

His gaze darkened right back. “If I truly followed that tradition through, then Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru would’ve been trapped in that village. They would fear me instead of the respect we share now.” He cleared his throat, reigning in some of the raw anger you had briefly seen reflected in those violet irises. “You and I might be married instead.”

You wrinkled your nose and Tengen laughed at the reaction. All at once, the tension dispelled from the room, and you frowned. If only it could that easy with Sanemi. “Why are you doing this?”

Tengen hummed around his tea cup, and you snickered at how small it looked held between his fingers. “I’ve never claimed to be a matchmaker,” he said. “But you’ve told me about your feelings for Sanemi, and I doubt they’ve gone away. Even after all this time.”

“Tengen-”

“His feelings for you are quite obvious as well,” he interrupted, quickly moving on before you had a chance to intercede. “He hides them well, of course. But I’m left wondering why you insist on letting a piece of paper keep you from the happiness you deserve.”

“It’s not the contract keeping me from anything!” you said. “Sanemi said the most vile things to me. How can I hope to salvage anything from the destruction he left? And for what reason? Why did he treat me like I was an enemy?”

“It may be that young Shinazugawa has decided that it would hurt too much to treat you as anything less than a romantic partner,” Tengen said. “Going back to friendship…” he trailed off with a contemplative hum. “He seems like the type of person who is stubborn in their ways.”

“Even if it wasn’t just Sanemi, I still have to appease my family-”

“There are always other ways to get you back to your siblings. Your parents cannot refuse their Clan leaders,” Tengen said. “I know that I left the Clan, but there are those who would still allow my influence. If it meant allowing you to see your siblings again.”

A soothing warmth formed at the center of your chest at his willingness to go out of his way for you, especially if it meant dealing with the clan. Perhaps he had, in few words, proven his point about his definition of a true family. It felt that way with Tengen and the other Hashira - like you could be some semblance of a family, even if you sometimes bickered.

You were touched more than anything else, forcing down any remaining argument. “You shouldn’t have to do that. Not after the way your father deceived you, and the horrible things he made you go through. Not for someone like me.”

“Well, I’ve found my happiness,” he conceded, gesturing toward the door as if his wives were waiting on the other side. “Even if it was once under the illusion of marriage, I also promised to guarantee yours as well.”

“And you think my happiness is with Shinazugawa?”

“Yes,” Tengen readily agreed, slamming his cup back onto the table. “I’m certain that it is.”

“He barely tolerates you,” you grumbled, finding yourself lost in another memory:

“Why do you like that bumbling idiot so much?” Sanemi growled, eyes carefully examining your face as you continued to dress his arm in the bandages Shinobu had brought you.

He had been injured during his latest mission. Choosing to come to you instead of the Butterfly Mansion. Where they could undoubtedly treat him more efficiently.

“Tengen and I have history,” you reminded him.

“I’m aware,” he said in a tone much colder than you expected.

“He reminds me of home,” you continued, hoping to appease him. “I don’t hear much from the Clan otherwise.”

“Your Clan doesn’t deserve you,” Sanemi said, leaning in closer despite the startling proximity it left between your lips. “Your home is here with us.”

Each puff of breath against the slick skin of your lips sent a tremble down your spine. “Sanemi,” you said, clicking your tongue as you finished treating his wound. “It’s my family.”

You knew it would be harder for him to empathize considering his tumultuous history with his own family, and you weren’t surprised by his response. “Family doesn’t always mean the ones who share your blood.”

“Talk to him.” Tengen’s voice pulled you back into the drawing room with him, reaching over to pour you the cup of tea you had denied yourself. “Even if you proceed with your marriage, your mind will be less burdened knowing you at least told him how you felt.”

You frowned, hating that he was right.

On Thursdays, you sat with Gyomei among the vibrant wisteria flowers in his backyard. It was a tradition that started on accident - when you caught the Stone Hashia in the middle of a meditation session, finding yourself curious about the display.

He had heard you sneaking through the gardens and invited you to join him. But one invitation had extended to as many as you desired, and you always returned when you needed to clear your mind.

“You poor child,” Gyomei said as you struggled to forget about your conversation with Tengen from the evening prior. “Focus.”

“I can’t,” you sighed, pouting up at him even if he couldn’t see you.

“What troubles you?” he asked, letting out a deep exhale as he sat cross-legged on the grass.

“How much time do you have?” you grunted, tucking your legs further beneath you in an attempt to copy his pose.

“I feel you hurting,” Gyomei said. “It’s remarkably similar to the same emotion I felt yesterday when Sanemi visited.”

“Sanemi came here?” you asked, wincing at the desperation in your tone. You might as well wear a sign around your neck proclaiming your crush in bold-faced letters.

Gyomei hummed, bringing his hands together in front of him. “Sanemi is hurting too.”

“Hurting?” you repeated, feeling a sharp pin-prick of panic run ice through your veins. “Was he injured?”

“Not physical pain,” Gyomei chuckled, reaching over to ruffle your hair like he found you to be a cute puppy. You grimaced at the contact, smoothing the strands back into place. “Somewhere here.” You stiffened when his pointer finger pressed against the center of your chest. “Inside.”

“Not Sanemi!” you protested. “He doesn’t…He doesn’t let his emotions affect him.”

“Y/N.” Gyomei’s tone was gentle but appraising. “Even Sanemi isn’t immune to the whims of the soul.”

A breeze tickled the back of your neck, alleviating some of the heat there. “Did you ask him about it?”

“I told him to speak his mind,” Gyomei said, and a smile brightened his features. “He spoke of another Hashira, and I think you’re smart enough to figure out the rest.”

Huh? Sanemi mentioned you to Gyomei? You longed to ask the Stone Hashira to give you all the details of their conversation. But Gyomei would never betray another’s trust like that.

Even so, you apologized when you told him that you wouldn’t be able to stay. “I don’t think I’d make good company for you today,” you said, and Gyomei simply hummed in response.

You stood to brush the grass from your uniform pants. “Y/N,” Gyomei said before you could take your leave. “I did tell Sanemi that he should go see you soon. Perhaps you should prepare for a visit.”

Your eyes widened at the mere thought of having Sanemi back in such an intimate space. “Thank you, Gyomei.”

“Listen to him with an open mind,” Gyomei said to your retreating back. “Sanemi may not express himself well, but his eyes always betray him.”

You shivered at his words, and those fierce hues of violet that you adored so much followed you all the way home.

You were truly pathetic. It had been days since your conversation with Gyomei, and you spent them lounging around your estate, waiting like an impatient dog. What if Sanemi showed up when you were out on a mission?

The idea was unfairly troubling, and so you waited, feet propped up in front of you as you reclined on the futon in the main room, eyes closed against a slit of sunshine beaming in through the door. It felt like a punishment - maybe some form of recompense for all you had done to mess things up. If that was to be the case, then you could tolerate the pause on everything else in your life, giving all your attention to Sanemi.

After all, even your master had, in his eloquent manner, asked you to resolve the problem with yourself, and this was the way you had to do it. Even so, you couldn’t fault any of the others for growing worried about your absence, which is why you weren’t all surprised to hear a familiar voice calling out your name as they let themself inside.

You opened one eye, watching as Suma entered the room. “Oh? This is a surprise.”

“Well, you’re not usually moping around,” Suma remarked, studying you lounging across the futon, feet curled together at the end.

“Sorry,” you muttered. “Where’s the rest of you?”

“Tengen sent me alone,” Suma explained. “He’s been worried about you.”

“Is that so?” The automatic response came unbidden, even as you knew that your questions were unfair. Vague, non-commital things that spoke of your desire to be alone. To wallow in self-pity and remorse.

“Y/N,” Suma said in that nagging tone that she had likely learned from her husband. “What’s the point of this rebellion?”

“I wouldn’t call it that…” you said, groaning as you forced yourself to sit up. “I guess it is self-imposed.”

“Is this about the marriage contract?” Suma huffed. “That nasty Clan. We all know that it isn’t worth returning just for them to poison your good heart. I know you want to save your brothers and sisters, but there must be another way.”

“It’s not about the contract!” The damn thing came up during every conversation that you were involved in. “That doesn’t even matter. For the Clan, I’ve already defied them once before…”

“Defying the clan doesn’t make you a bad daughter,” Suma said. “If your parents can’t respect your choices, then they’re the ones who are wrong.”

“It’s not that I want to be in the Clan,” you grumbled. “I hate their ways just as much as you and the others. It just feels like I’ve always failed in the things I’m supposed to be responsible for. I failed to fit into the Clan because I despised their traditions, I failed as the oldest sister for leaving her siblings behind, and I even failed as a warrior.” Your eyes burned at the prospect of tears. “I failed to protect that slayer on my last mission, and I failed Sanemi when I hurt him…”

“None of those things are true,” Suma immediately denied in a tone fiercer than anything you had ever heard from the warrior - the same one who once sobbed into your arms in gratitude when you gave up your marriage to her husband. “Tengen was right, Y/N, you’ve always been way too hard on yourself. You want to shoulder the burden of responsibility, but most of those things are beyond your control.”

You considered her words, begrudgingly admitting to yourself that there was obvious merit and truth to them. “It doesn’t feel that way…”

“Because you haven’t learned to just let go,” Suma said, sitting down next to you on the futon to take your hands in her own. “It’s alright, you know? To let go of the things that hurt you before they consume you. There are no expectations from any of us, Y/N, for you to be anything more than the Falcon Hashira who saves innocent people and works relentlessly to make the world better.”

Subconsciously, your grip on her hands tightened. “I’ve already fucked everything up at this point. I tried to do what I thought was right.”

“Tengen said there are other ways to see your siblings-”

“I know what he said!” Your cold tone cut in, but you couldn’t help your outburst. Not when it had been fueled by frustration that mounted every second. “But I don’t want him to be involved. I don’t want people to go out of the way for me.”

“We’re a family!” Suma insisted. “We take care of each other. Tengen knows enough to keep himself safe from the Clan.”

“Even if it’s not the clan, I’ve already burned every bridge with Shinazugawa. I ruined our friendship, and I made him fucking cry, Suma! Did I ever tell you that? He cried that day we fought.”

Suma was clearly caught off-guard by your confession. Maybe even more so because you could feel the corners of your eyes stinging with the promise of tears. “Y/N.”

Your throat felt dry. Ears ringing.

“I can’t speak on Sanemi’s feelings, but it seems like he was upset that he was losing you.”

Your tongue lay utterly useless in your mouth as you tried to make sense of it. “That’s not true. I wasn’t going back to the Clan full time. He told me I was weak.”

“Did he say those exact words?” Suma challenged. “I don’t know him that well, but it seems like Sanemi isn’t the type to control his emotions when he’s upset.”

“That doesn’t give him the right to lose his shit!”

“No, but it should tell you how much it bothered him.” Suma let a huff of breath escape. “Did you even ask him how he felt about it?”

“He didn’t give me the opportunity.” She was taking up for Sanemi, and you wanted to tell her that she didn’t need to do that. You blamed yourself plenty and had always given him the benefit of the doubt.

“Well, based on what I’ve heard, you might want to consider visiting the Wind Pillar estate…”

“Suma-” You broke off at the uncomfortable sensation of a shiver snaking its way up the length of your spine.

Your instincts whipered that you and Suma were no longer alone, and they were proven correct when you whipped your head in the direction of a familiar head of onyx-black hair walking into the room. “Tomioka.”

Suma blinked at the name, following your gaze to where the Water Hashira stood with your attendant muttering apologies from behind him. Apparently, Tomioka was the type to make himself more than comfortable in your estate, even without permission. Although, you found that you were even more troubled by the fact that in all your years of camaraderie, Tomioka had never once come to visit you.

From behind him, your frazzled attendant cleared her throat, blushing bright red. “Master, he came in without an invitation.”

“It’s alright.” You brushed off her concerns. Tomioka didn’t seem like the type to go out of his way for anything. If he came here to speak to you, then he wouldn’t leave without doing so.

“Y/N.” Tomioka was always short with his words, perfunctory in a way that made you respect him.

“Uh-” Suma inserted herself awkwardly, standing up from the futon. “I can give you both a moment alone.”

You nodded, watching her retreat from the room. She moved around Tomioka, sending a suspicious glare in his direction. You allowed a succession of pulsating silence before breaking it: “You’ve never visited before.”

You studied Tomioka as he carried himself further into the room, reaching behind himself to close off the partition separating the foyer from the main room. “My apologies,” he said, offering no further explanation as he took Suma’s spot next to you on the futon. “I’m not one for gossip-” You snorted in interruption, whispering an apology at his responding stare. “The situation with you and Sanemi is affecting the rest of the Hashira,” he continued. “I’ve decided to intervene.”

“Giyu-”

“You knew you had feelings for him,” Tomioka persisted, giving you no room to protest. “Even before the contract.”

Always straight to the point. “Yes,” you sighed. “But what’s the point of remaining chaste if I didn’t know if he reciprocated? I’m not sure if you know about my clan-”

“I know about all of it.” Tomioka cleared his throat. “Sanemi told me.”

“He did?”

“You should’ve told him about your feelings regardless.” Tomioka ignored your question, but he seemed determined to get his point across. “I think your honesty would’ve made him see reason in ways that I couldn’t.”

You flinched at his words. “In ways you couldn’t?”

“It’s my fault,” Tomioka said, looking down as if in shame. “I pushed him to go after you. The day you told him about your plans for your marriage, I convinced him to tell you that he had feelings for you.”

You were silent at his confession. Tomioka had done what? As if acting on unconscious urging, you moved closer to him, smelling the scent of fresh water lilies on his skin. “You couldn’t have known.”

“It’s the reason why he hates me,” Tomioka whispered, and despite wearing an empty expression, there was an uncanny sadness in Tomioka that made you want to lean in and offer some kind of reassurance.

“Giyu-” you tried to protest until you were interrupted by the sound of the partition sliding against its track, revealing a surprised Sanemi standing on the other side.

There was a brief moment where all three of you were stunned into silence, before the sound of Suma’s screech reached your ears. “Y/N,” Suma shrieked from behind him, waving her hands through the air. “He let himself in! I couldn’t get him to stop!”

You’re suddenly made aware of your closeness to Giyu, nearly jumping back in your haste to create some distance. What were the odds that Sanemi would choose to make his grand arrival on the same afternoon when both Tomioka and Suma had decided to visit you? After days of waiting for him, trusting Gyomei’s word, he shows up when youleast expect it.

“Tomioka.” Sanemi’s tone was strangely cold.

“Shinazugawa,” Giyu returned in a calm manner, simply rising from where he had been sitting next to you.

“Oh please.” Sanemi sneered, flickering his gaze between the two of you. “Don’t let me interrupt.”

He was walking away in the next moment, and you jumped into action, nearly tripping over your own feet in your haste to catch him. You made it to the front door without making a complete fool of yourself, leaning against the entryway when you cupped your hands over your mouth. “Shinazugawa,” you nearly snarled at his retreating form. “We need to talk.”

You could see every muscle tensed and coiled beneath the tight fabric of Sanemi’s uniform top.

For a moment, you thought he would just ignore you and keep walking, but he defied your expectations. His shoulders dropped under the weight of a visible exhale, glancing back at you. “Well?”

“Let me see them off first,” you said, throwing a distracted hand back at Suma and Tomioka who were standing together behind you. “You can meet me in our usual spot-” you broke off, startled at the words - at how easy it was for you to say them as if you had never missed a beat.

Your usual spot, of course, being the roof where you spent countless nights watching the stars. In the past, you and Sanemi spent the majority of your time split between his estate and your own. Favored places to spend that time had always involved being outside and under the moon light.

Sanemi seemed to also be affected by your words, but he tried to play them off with a loud scoff. “I’ll be waiting.”

“Thank you,” you said, grateful that he hadn’t stormed off instead; perhaps Gyomei had been right in his reassurance that Sanemi truly wanted to speak his mind.

From overhead, you heard the ruffling of feathers as Kaya likely spotted Sanemi from her nest in the largest tree on your property. It didn’t take her long to soar down on a passing breeze, landing on his shoulder with practiced ease.

“I won’t be long,” you said, turning back to study Tomioka and Suma. “Sorry to send you away…”

“No!” Suma squealed, coming up to squeeze your shoulders. “I think we both understand.”

You nodded, feeling nervous about your impending conversation with Sanemi. “Giyu-”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said - easygoing as always, even as he passed you by to brush his shoulder with yours - a show of comfort. One that you clutched too, leading them both down the well-worn path to the woods, wondering if your heart could take Sanemi’s rejection.

It was as you stood in front of the open window of your bedroom - the one leading out to the platform on the roof of your estat - that you took a moment to study Sanemi. At a distance, you could openly admire him - everything from his muscular shoulders to the untamed mess of wispy silver spikes that you knew felt unbelievably soft under your fingers.

He looked almost peaceful, not nearly as tense as you felt, and you huffed in annoyance, seeing Kaya snuggled up to Sanemi. The traitor! Watching as he copied your same gentle motions of stroking a finger along her spine.

You closed your eyes around a deep inhale and exhale. This was your chance to make things right, and you wouldn’t forgive yourself for ruining it. For once, you would leave everything out in the open for him, and it would be entirely Sanemi’s decision whether he accepted you back into his life.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly instilling confidence, sneering at your approach. You forced yourself to study him closer, to see past the carefully constructed mask, to examine the same eyes that Gyomei had promised could not lie. Kaya fluttered her wings at your arrival but refused to leave Sanemi’s lap. “She remains loyal to you,” you remarked as way of starting what would prove to be a difficult conversation.

Sanemi huffed at your introduction. “I guess she takes after you in that regard - loyalty that is.” You blinked, touched by the unexpected compliment. “Though maybe not to me.”

The barb stung deep. “I never wanted to leave your side,” you informed him, making yourself comfortable in the chair next to his own, gazing out across the empty field.

“But you did,” Sanemi said, hands clenched tight on his armrests as if holding himself back. “You made your decision when you signed that fucking contract.”

“Oh, this?” you questioned with a sly smirk, removing it from the pocket inside your jacket. You held it up to him, taking only a small degree of satisfaction in seeing him physically recoil at the sight.

He took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down. “You’re taunting me.”

“No,” you disagreed, allowing the contract to rest in your lap. “If I’m not mistaken, it’s the reason we fought before.”

“Of course it is,” Sanemi said. “I hate that fucking thing.”

“What do you hate exactly?” you asked.

“The idea of it,” he said. “You giving yourself away to someone undeserving when you don’t really want it.”

“Is it just because of that?”

Sanemi squirmed, visibly uncomfortable. You held your breath, wanting to push him the rest of the way off the ledge - no other outcome would matter to you just as long as you confirmed whether or not Gyomei, Tengen, and Tomioka had spoken the truth. “No,” he eventually admitted, perhaps braver than you had ever seen him before.

“Then tell me,” you said. “What are your other reasons?”

His responding breath echoed with the sound of a shudder. “I don’t want you to,” Sanemi said. “If you were with someone else, you couldn’t be with me.”

“Sanemi-”

“You’ve said no before,” Sanemi went on as if afraid of your next words. “I spoke with Tengen about it - there are other ways to see your brothers and sisters and stay connected to the clan…even if they don’t deserve you,” he tacked on almost like an afterthought.

“You’ve thought this through,” you noted. “How many people have you talked to about it?”

“Does it matter?” he grunted.

“Yes,” you replied. “Because none of them were me.”

His head whipped to you in a flash, and you briefly admired his impressive reflexes. “What did you want me to say?”

“Maybe telling me how you really felt instead of being an asshole?”

“You were just as vindictive,” he retorted.

“Fine,” you agreed with a dismissive shake of your head. “You didn’t trust me either. Did you really think I slept with that younger slayer?”

Sanemi grimaced. “No, but not because you wanted to or not. You’re bound by that ridiculous contract.”

“That’s true,” you agreed. One of the conditions for marriage had always been your chastity. “How did it make you feel?” you asked instead. “When I told you about the contract?”

“Like you stabbed me in the fucking back,” he gritted out.

“It wasn’t to betray you-”

“But you signed it anyway because you don’t give a shit about me,” he said, glaring daggers at the contract. “You don’t have the same feelings.”

“How do you know?”

“You never said anything!”

“Neither did you,” you responded, trying to keep your temper in check, and your tone neutral.

He growled in frustration. “Fine, but I was also pissed because you left that stupid clan, only to let them sink their claws back into you.” He visibly trembled, looking down at his lap. “They would’ve taken you away.”

“From who?” you questioned. “The Slayer Corps or from you?”

“Both!” he snapped. “Satisfied? You wanted to leave, and you didn’t care who you hurt on the way out.”

“You’re wrong,” you said, holding his gaze despite how difficult it was to be on the receiving end of the fire.

“Wrong?” he repeated.

“You’re too stubborn,” you said, uncaring of his snort. “I have to prove it to you.”

“Prove what?”

“Here,” you said, holding up the contract once more. “You get the honor.”

“Of signing you away?” he growled, snatching it from your fingers with his characteristic roughness.

You turned to look at him, heart clenching painfully at the sheer agony heavy in those violet eyes. “Rip it to shreds,” you said, noting the evident surprise that quickly overtook the bitterness. “Hell, burn it if you want.”

Silence descended between you both at your words. Kaya chirped from Sanemi’s laugh as if sensing the situation taking a turn. She opened her wings to take off toward the stars.

Sanemi’s fingers tightened around the contract, digging in almost painfully. “What is this?” he asked, and you could hear the uncertainty as clear as the wind whipping through the branches overhead in response to him.

“This is me telling you that I’d throw away my twisted sense of responsbility in a heartbeat if it meant being with you for the rest of my life,” you said. “But only if you want the same thing. I’m literally putting my heart in your hands. If you have feelings for me like you said-”

You broke off with a start when calloused fingers did just that, tearing the contract in half right before your very eyes. You didn’t even have a chance to finish speaking. “Impatient,” you tsked, but whatever other words had been waiting on the tip of your tongue were gone in a flash when two strong hands gripped your face tightly between them, tilting your head just enough to meet the desperate lips of the man sitting next to you.

In that brief second, it felt as if all time had stopped, locking you and Sanemi in a single moment, and you were determined to cherish it. Savoring the smell and taste of him, the smooth glide of his tongue against yours, and the soft strands of his silver locks as your fingers knotted themselves between them. You heard Sanemi’s groan as he forced himself even closer, stealing each breath of air from your lungs as he kept your mouths connected.

He chased you even as you reluctantly pulled back to relieve the ache in your lungs. “Total concentration breathing,” he whispered in the sliver of space separating you, and it took your lust-addled brain a moment to comprehend what he meant before you scoffed, shoving him playfully as a shit-eating grin stretched the corners of his lips.

It had been a long time since Sanemi had smiled at you like that, and it was even more breath-stealing than your feverish exchange of kisses. “Forgive me for being distracted.”

“Distracted?” he repeated, lifting one of his hands to brush his thumb across the swollen purse of your lips. “That’s unlike you.”

“Is it?” you managed in return, closing your eyes against his touch and shivering when he leaned in closer to whisper in your ear.

“Spend the night with me.”

“Hmmm…” you pretended to contemplate his words, slightly embarrassed at how quickly you wanted to agree. “Isn’t that too forward of you?”

He snorted at your teasing, fingers cupping your chin to direct your gaze, caught in the bright allure of violet pools. “I’ve waited long enough.”

Under the watchful gaze of the sky, his scars were even more discernible, and he didn’t even flinch when you reached out to trace their path. “What will you do?”

Your question was met with a dark chuckle, and before you could even process his movements, Sanemi had kicked aside his chair in favor of kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his broad hands. The position was dizzying, and you felt the back of your skull hit against the wall behind you, breathing hard as those same hands journeyed across your hips, fingers spreading wide when they held your waist. He still managed to look so big, even down on his knees, pulling you close enough to lock yourself around him, hands balancing your weight on his shoulders as his teeth caught onto the skin of your exposed throat. “I’m taking you out of these clothes,” he growled, loosening your shirt from where it had tucked into the waistband of your pants. You hissed between clenched teeth as bare hands smoothed across your skin, thumbs teasing the sides of your breasts. “And then I’m getting my cock inside you.”

His words did little to alleviate the warm flush to your skin, heart practically vibrating against your sternum. “Please,” you whispered, finding yourself growing faint as his touches grew rougher, teeth digging in more firmly at your neck.

“Will you let me?” he asked, hot breath tickling the skin where he had been spending far too much time licking and sucking, no doubt painting all sorts of colorful bruises. “Tell me what you want.”

You gripped tight to the back of his hair, pulling him away from the mess he was making of your neck. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Yeah? You think that little virgin cunt can handle it?”

“I can take it,” you insisted.

“I know,” he agreed, and you whimpered as he untangled your hands, rising to his full height to look down at you. “You’ll let me, won’t you? Make you feel good in ways those clan boys of yours never could.”

The remark should’ve stung your pride, or at the very least come across as an insult to your warrior traditions, but it only fed your arousal instead, legs clenching together on reflex. “I only want you,” you insisted, and this seemed to please Sanemi, teeth on full display in a smile that could only be described as arrogant.

“Then what are we waiting for, sweetheart?” he asked, and your stomach flipped at the nickname.

You didn’t bother disguising your eagerness any longer, letting him take your outstretched hand, and leaving the shredded marriage contract forgotten to the wind.

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Hello! Heard you are looking for requests so here is one! How about one of the hashiras (or all of them saperated) + kagaya (platonic) x ubuyashiki daughter reader? In which reader is kagaya daughter and they are in love with her but haven't told her yet because her health is getting worse from the curse how would they react to finding her passed out on the floor with blood coming out of her mouth?

𝐀𝐰𝐰𝐰.. :(

𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 :(

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐊𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 (?), 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜?

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮

Kyojuro's heart would set itself ablaze, and not in a good way.

He'd run to your side, gently lifting you up and gently holding your head in his lap.

"..𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞? 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞?" He'd ask in a panicked manner.

Your only response was more blood pooling from your lips.

He'd gently lift you up, taking off his haori and gently wiping your lips before gently holding it under your chin.

He didn't care if it became stained with blood, he could get another one.

He'd only care about your health, and your ability to move as you used to.

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢

Tengen's usual flashiness disappeared.

Panic would cover him, head to toe.

Once regulating himself, he'd come closer to you, gently lifting you up in order for you to not choke on your blood.

For once, he'd be silent. Not a singular word would come from him.

His free hand would gently run through your hair as he'd watch you get the rest of it out.

You could've sworn he wasn't breathing the entire time.

Because when you stopped coughing things up, you could hear him taking a long, hard breath.

𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢

Mitsuri's heart broke as she saw you.

She would be at your side before you could even process that she was there.

She'd hold you close, whispering soft things to you as she gently rubbed your back.

She'd stay by your side the entire time.

She'd pat your back every now and again, making sure you were getting it all out.

She'd be silently sobbing, hoping you'd be okay in the end.

Once you stopped, she'd take her haori off, resting it on your shoulders.

𝐈𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐎𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢

Obanai would freeze up, panicking internally.

He didn't know whether to get Shinobu or do something himself.

Kaburamaru would notice this and gently slither off his shoulders to the ground.

He'd slither over to you, using almost all of his snake-like strength to push you up.

Once this happened, Obanai would snap out of it before running to you.

He was trembling, but held you up, as Kaburamaru gently slithered back to Obanai's shoulders.

Fright would be evident in his eyes even after you were okay.

𝐆𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢 𝐇𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚

Gyomei wouldn't be able to.. see you.

So he'd hear your coughing, and the liquid escaping your lips and put two (2) and two (2) together.

Tears would spill from his eyes as he'd make his way toward you, lifting you up.

He'd set his beads to the side, gently holding your hair back as he let you let it all out.

Like some of the others, he'd wrap his haori around you.

He'd feel terrible, causing more tears to spill.

As soon as he heard the blood stop hitting the ground, he'd pull you close, gently rubbing your back.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

His fists would tighten, and his eyes would widen.

His footing would become unsteady as a gasp released from him.

Now, he wasn't particularly... inept in the whole physical health thing, but he could tell something was clearly wrong.

A small growl would come from him as he'd run to you, gently (well, gently for him) pushing your head downward with one hand and holding you up with the other.

He sat in front of you, a victim to the blood that spewed from you,

But that was fine, nothing he hadn't experienced before.

As soon as you calmed down, he'd pull you close, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮 𝐊𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨

She'd freeze up.

Despite her intellect in the field of the human body, she wouldn't move.

Seeing you like this, reminded her so much of her sister.

Instead of staying to help you, she could help but.. leave.

She ran, as fast as she could back to the butterfly mansion.

She'd breathe heavily, her mind foggy with tears pooling in her eyes.

Her body would tremble as she'd slide down the wall, stopping when she sat on the floor.

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

He'd gasp lightly, his usual calm and stoic demeanor disappearing.

For the first time in forever, tears would pool in his eyes and gently slip from them.

He'd slowly make his way to you, lifting you up slightly and letting you cough it up.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his soft expression and the tears fall from his eyes.

It hurt him so bad to see you like this,

So bad that all he could think of doing was crying as he held you up.

His love for you was so intense, that it could cause him to do things he hadn't done in years.

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

Muichiro's face wouldn't change.

He wouldn't know what to do.

He loved you, of course, but... how was he to help?

He watched as you choked on your own blood, feeling horrible that he didn't know what to do.

He was only fourteen, would you expect him to know?

He was trained to fight to protect humans from demons, but when it came to protecting the one he loved most?

He didn't know what to do.

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Douma, Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Sanemi Shinazugawa; mention to Douma x Enmu.

Warnings: nsfw, public sex, language, choking, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dom!Muzan, unprotected sex, mention to gun violence, obsessive behavior, hair pulling, exhibitionism, psychological torture, revenge.

Plot: the war begins. Muzan is ready to show you off. But as he drives you mad, making you slip into the deep end, making it loud and clear that you are his, you get to see his dark side. He does not seem to have limits and his only goal is to make you understand what kind of love he can give you: possessive, toxic, addictive. He punishes Douma, he breaks your father’s heart, although you have no idea of who Kagaya is if not another Politician.

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THE CALL.

"Tell me, love, did you read each and every clause of the contract?" Muzan asked you, his hands kneading the plush of your ass fondly as you gulped down nervously.

You had read the contract, of course you had. The thing was that trying to recall all the clauses right now, with his groin pressing against your heat, back arching in a painful angle to resemble a sinuous panther about to attack, was nearly impossible. What was he talking about?

"I did. – you spat, eyes on the polished marble floor as you tried to focus – What's the matter?".

Muzan hummed, one of his hand sliding down your spine, until he reached the back of your neck, where he wrapped his fingers around in a iron grip "Then I assume you surely remember what's on page four, section one, don't you?" he cooed, pulling you up towards his chest, until your back was pressed against his chiseled abs.

Dear God, there was no way you were going to remember that. Especially now, when every molecule of your body felt as if it was on fire. Your cheeks flushed up, when Muzan's hot breath fanned your earlobe and you struggled not to melt right on the spot. You did not really want to let him watch the way you easily, effortlessly crumbled at his feet whenever he touched you. Then again, it was impossible to hide it, when you literally melted as a pathetic sugar cube under the scorching sunlight at the mere way his fingers grazed upon your cheek.

"Was it not the 'sexual performances' section?" you somehow breathed out, your heart thrumming into your chest. You knew he could feel it, his mouth was currently latched onto your neck. His lips traced your jugular with a feather-like touch that was making you lose your mind. You felt the way your veins pulsed under his kisses.

He seems pleased with your answer, grinning faintly as he grazed the crook of your neck with his teeth "Ten points to Slytherin – he joked, securing one arm around your waist and sliding the other up to the front of your throat – Do you remember what's written under the 'appendix two?' Mh?".

What kind of wicked game was he playing?

You gulped down forcefully, mouth dry as you struggled to keep up with him. He had always been dominant in bed, but there was something in his voice tonight, something in the way he was practically manhandling you that radiated danger. The sort of danger that seeped into your heart and turned you into a weak girl easily allured in the darkness.

"Limits, I suppose" you blurted out, sweat already beading your forehead.

He gave your throat a firm, yet not harsh squeeze and elicited a throaty groan from you "Limits. That's right. Apparently, you studied hard for me, sweetheart. – he hoarsely said, mocking you for your current poor state – Tonight, we are going to explore some activities enlisted under that appendix" he clarified, tugging your underwear down your thighs easily.

You glared at him, both aroused and irritated by his antics. Was he into sadism? Probably. You remembered something involving 'pain' into the contract. The thing was you did not expect him to bring it on that soon.

"Muzan what the fuck is happening?" you pressed, shivering as the cool air made contact with your now exposed heat.

You wanted to turn around and look him straight in the eye, but his iron grip on your neck and the position he was keeping you in restricted your movements and forced you to bear with his brilliant ideas of drawing pleasure.

The soon to be President chuckled, his hot breath fanning your earlobe and sending shivers down your spine "Oh, sweetheart, don't worry. I just want to teach some people a lesson. Clearly, I cannot do that without you. Then again, I know for sure you don't mind it" he said, his voice dropping a few octaves as you realized that it was not going to he a normal passionate night.

You lolled your head back onto his shoulder, batting your eyes closed for a few seconds as you let his words sink in. Were you already helping him to commit crimes? Were you already going to be the villain's apprentice?

"So be it" you breathed out then, your heart thrumming against your ribcage so hard to thought it was only a matter of time before it came out of your chest.

Muzan grinned, the glint of mischief in his eyes would have probably made you regret your choice. Yet, you could not see it in the current position you were in. A part of you, actually, was glad of it.

Before you had time to realize what was happening, Muzan shoved your face down onto the couch and slithered his fingers underneath the elastic bands of your panties. You blushed as he dragged the thin material down your legs, exposing your already wet folds. You were not ashamed of him seeing you naked. You were far from it, actually.

What troubled you was letting him know that his antagonistic antics had clearly done numbers on you.

"Ah, look at that. Do villainous plans excite you, baby?" he mocked you, grinning down at your slit.

"Cut the crap, please" you hastily fired back, partially glad he could not see your rosy cheeks right now. However, your acrid comeback was apparently not appreciated by your boyfriend, whose hand harshly made contact with the soft flesh of your right rear.

You yelped, eyes widening for the sudden spank. The pain was sharp, the stinging but pleasurable sensation still lingering on your skin, teasing your nerves. You loathed him. No, you did not loath him. You had to be honest with yourself.

You hated the way he made you feel.

"Now, what was that? – Muzan cooed, gliding his fingers down your slit, careful not to stimulate you yet – You need to cooperate and be a good girl, sweetheart. I do not really wish to screw up my plans because you cannot clamp your pretty little mouth shut for once" he reprimanded you in a infuriatingly fatherly tone.

You would have loved to retort something, but he suddenly plunged the said fingers into you and a throaty moan left your lips. He kissed the shell of your ear, his teeth nibbling at the tender flesh as he curled his fingers into you, making your legs shake. Years of experience, years of sins had forged him to know exactly how to break a woman.

"What's your plan, huh?" you asked him, before sinking your foreteeth onto your lower lip to fight back a sinful moan.

Muzan smirked, hooded eyes glancing at the way you furrowed your brows in pleasure for him. You were so beautiful, you were his and he had promised not to let anyone take you away from him. Everybody needed to be reminded that you were his property.

He did not even feel guilty at the thought of what was about to happen. You, a pure and innocent soul, in the hands of a monster like him. He had wondered many times what would have become of you in a few years. While he did not want to ruin your purity, he also was aware that it would have been impossible for you not to be bewitched by the darkness.

Was it not true, after all, that angels had fallen in disgrace too? It was only a matter of time.

Therefore, it was better for you to learn how to cope with his wicked schemes. Two people, two men would have learnt a lesson too today. As he heard the lewd, squelching sounds of your heat sucking in his fingers, he knew the yearned First Act could finally take place.

"Sit on my cock. Now" he hissed in your ear, removing his tick fingers from your entrance and eliciting a strained, dissatisfied whine of protest from you.

"What the hell are you doing?" you promptly retorted, glancing behind your shoulder to lock eyes with him. What a mistake. If you could brag about a dim track of decency still set in your heart, it surely expired as you caught a glimpse of him shoving his fingers, coated in your essence, into his mouth.

You sighed, face beet red, and you immediately averted your eyes from him to take a moment to regain your self-control. It was like relentlessly falling into sins with him. You felt yourself, the innocent version of you, slipping away with every second you spent by his side.

As you hesitantly turned towards him again, you knew one thing for sure: he did not have anything good up his sleeve.

You gulped down forcefully, his characteristic ferocious smile curled his lips as his crimson hues bored into yours in pure lust. He was expecting you to crawl over his lap, he was demanding you to obey him, to comply to his sinful requests. It somehow felt like he was enjoying seeing you trying to oppose yourself to your own primordial instinct that he was awakening that easily. Your eyes switched for a split second from him to the the front door and you sighed in defeat, reality dawning on you all of a sudden. You were no linger the same girl you were you had hopped into Kokushibo's car, when you had crossed that door for the first time and signed his contract.

Still, as you watched him dragging his boxers down his thighs, you wondered how much of your old self would have been left into you in the near future.

Was that the beginning of a twisted fairytale, or a nefandous downfall?

As you made your move and stood up to straddle his lap, he grasped your left wrist and planted a kiss on it, his half-lidded eyes glancing up at you in a lascivious gaze that sent shivers down your spine. His touch, the way his lips grazed your tender flesh should have been labeled as illegal. You blushed and held your breath as he grinned, his hot breath still fanning the sensitive skin of your wrist. He was so self-assured in everything he did, not even realizing what kind of influence he had over you.

"Not like that. — he darkly said, motioning for you to turn around as his other arm snaked down around your waist — That's all part of the plan, my love. You know what a cowgirl reverse is, don't you?" he flatly asked you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You blushed and took a deep breath, before slowly nodding your head "I was a virgin when I met you, but surely not a saint" you commented flatly, allowing him to help you lower yourself down onto his shaft. Your legs were trembling and your cheeks were literally boiling, but his surprisingly gentle touch was enough to encourage you to go ahead.

You held your breath as the tip of his cock brushed against your entrance and you squeezed your eyes shut to prepare for the stretch.

"Good to know. You lost your last chance to be a saint forever anyway, when you signed the contract" he huskily rasped, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear as he slowly sheathed himself into you.

Your legs trembled, as you let him cage you in that position. The strained moan that left your lips tasted like honey on his lips, as he wrapped his hand firmly around your throat, but not to choke you this time. It was a mere selfish gesture to assert his dominance over you, over his woman. You two stood still in that position, until your walls perfectly embraced him, your shallow breaths were the only audible sound in the silent room, as he kissed your temple gently and spoke again.

"You are doing amazing, love" he purred, before he grasped a golden bell from the armrest, tolling twice it and causing your eyes to flutter open again. It was time to show his dominance, to show his rivals that it was forbidden to touch and yearn for something that was never theirs. It was time to show them he had already won, that he had taken away the most precious thing from him.

Two names haunted him and he would have not been able to rest until those men got his message.

What was that, though? That sound, that bell, you had already seen use them around. He called his grunts with it.

You glanced at the tiny object, as he settled it back on the black leather armrest and you felt your mouth run dry as you connected the dots. You had not imagined Muzan had worked out something as degrading and wicked as this and you shifted over his lap, causing him to repress a throaty moan.

"Muzan, what's this shit?" you breathed out, sweat beading your forehead as he propped his chin over your shoulder, plating a kiss on your jaw.

The soon to be President hummed, thrusting up into you once to make you understand who was in command "It's all part of the plan, sweetheart. — he darkly purred in your ear, stressing that nickname way too much for your likings — I need my phone and I honestly do not really feel like getting it myself, when you're cock-warming me so deliciously" he explained, as you whined softly and came to terms with the fact that someone was going to walk in any minute.

The question was simple now. Who?

"Why are you doing this? That's humiliating" you asked him, trying not to let yourself enjoy the way his cock twitched into you every now and then. This was like experiencing your personal living hell and your eyes were transfixed on the door, waiting for someone to burst into the room and contemplate Muzan buried into you.

"Not for you, sweetheart. For him" Muzan cooed, grinning and sucking onto the crook of your neck unbothered by the current situation he had dragged you in.

Him. So it was a man, you noted.

"Can you stop calling me 'sweetheart'?" you snapped then, your heart thrumming into your chest as you heard the sound footsteps approaching. They echoed through the walls, each of them making your heart throb into your chest. It was your end. The end of your decency.

Muzan chortled and tugged at your hair abruptly, earning a yelp from you "Why? Don't you like it when I call you 'sweetheart'? Ah, now I get it! There's only one person who calls you that around this house, right? Oh, it's such a shame I have dismissed everyone except for him today... Say 'hi’, to Douma, love" he said, as you connected the dots.

Your partner hummed and grasped your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet with a pair of shimmering, unholy multicolored irises, now staring in complete shock at you.

Douma. Douma and his nicknames. Douma and the threat Muzan had roared at your face in the car. It felt surreal.

You gawked, unable to spit out a single word as the silver-haired bodyguard stood a few strides away from you, his jaw clenched, his gloved hands reching up to fix his tie as he tried to avert his eyes from the sinful show his boss was offering him.

You had never seen Douma so serious in all his life. As you examined his face, you realized his perfect nose was still bruised from Muzan's punch. Your fiancé had apparently really developed a kink for torturing his Second in Command.

"Good evening, Muzan-sama. — Douma said, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down spasmodically — You called for me. Do you need anything?" he asked, as the dark-haired man at your back flicked his plum red eyes up on Douma.

Muzan did not answer at first, he reached for a flûte of champagne on the coffee table and pressed the rim of it again your lips, forcing you to open your lips and letting him pour the bittersweet drink into your mouth. Douma was entranced by that vision, by the way you blushed and allowed Muzan to feed you, by the small whimper falling from your lips as he set a slow pace and thrusted up into you.

You were too overwhelmed to comprehend what was going on, but when Muzan settled the glass back down and tilted your head to the side, latching his lips onto the tender flesh of your neck again, you knew that he was taking his time, savouring the look of anguish and hunger filling Douma's eyes.

Muzan did not need to explain anything. The intent of his actions were pretty clear. Therefore, he simply asked for the device he needed to ultimate this devious plan.

"I have forgetten my phone in my office. Take it and hand it to her" he rasped, as you glanced up at Douma and watched him dash down the corridor to seek Muzan's phone.

You moaned in the meanwhile, as your soon to be husband kept you warmed up with that tediously slow pace. You wanted it to stop, you would have loved to protest, but you were so screwed up that you found yourself simply following his lead.

Some soft grunts left Muzan's lips, as he squeezed your hip to make you snap out of from the realm of bliss he was letting you venture into. Your lifted your eyelids, your vision partially blurry for the tears of pleasure peeking at your lashes. You blinked. Once, twice, thrice. And then you saw him.

There he was, Douma, standing in front of you, handing Muzan's phone to you as he tried to look away.

Was it out of respect, discomfort, or jealousy?

You could not care less at that moment. Not when you showed him the open palm of your hand and locked eyes with him for a split second.

"T-Thank you..." you wheezed, watching Douma settle the device on your shaky hand and turning on his heels to leave the room. Muzan was satisfied. You were so accomodating, so perfect for him. He wanted to tell you that the part of the clause that you did not remember was exhibitionism. He was born for it, he craved to show you off like that.

He raved at the idea of Douma being utterly frustrated, biting his tongue as was forced to call that brat of the Seventh in Command to take care of his needs.

You were Muzan's property. If he could make sure to engrave his name onto your skin, saving you from suffering, he would have done it without blinking. Yet, had he not done it back in time? The scar on your leg, the mark left forever on your your skin by the bullet, when he had fired his gun against you all those years ago, did not scream his name?

"Good girl. Now, give me the phone" he calmly purred in your ear, making you wither even more as you felt yourself approaching the apex of your pleasure.

Blinded by lust, tasting the forbidden fruits you would have never imagined you were going to eat in your whole life, you handed him his phone to complete his task. He searched for a number.

That number he had never called, waiting for this moment to arrive.

As he clicked on the name of the person he wanted to punish, he clasped his hand over your mouth. His mouth brushing against your earlobe, as he hotly spoke out again "When I release your mouth, you have to answer each fucking question I am going to ask you, got it?".

Shivers ran down your spine, your teary eyes not allowing you to read the name of the person he was calling on the screen. You nodded your head, humming against the palm of his hand as he started to pick up his pace.

At the third ring, the stranger picked up the phone.

"Hello?" the man calmly asked, not recognizing the number of the caller.

At his right the white-haired man, Whirlwind, frowned as he carelessly polished his green katana. It was rather unusual for his Master to receive a call this late at night from a contact that was not from his subordinates.

A hoarse laughter echoed through the speakers, before Muzan chided "Ubuyashiki Kagaya, I have a message for you. — his voice dripped venom, as he taunted his rival — I thought it would have been a shame not to deliver it personally to you... After all, we're both invitated to the Gala next weekend. I don't want you to have an heart attack on the red carpet" he said, chortling as he made you whimper for a hard thrust.

Kagaya's eyes widened as he stood up from his seat, alerting his Slayer immediately.

"Kibutsuji Muzan, I assume. What do you want?" the lilac-eyed man, your father, said.

"There's something you should hear from a very special guest, currently sitting on my lap. She's so eager to know you" Muzan taunted, a guttural moan erupting from his throat.

"Let her out of this story. It's mine the head you crave" Kagaya replied, his voice weavering as his grip on his phone tightened.

Yet, there was no rest for the wicked. No one in that city would have slept that night.

"What's your name, doll?" Muzan asked you, ignoring Kagaya reply as he let go of your mouth.

You were too out of your mind to realize what Muzan was doing. A master puppet, a sadist, a man whose redemption would have probably never come. You did not know who Kagaya Ubuyashiki really was. You did not know that the blood running in his veins was his.

"Y/N L/N!" you babbled out, moaning softly.

"Who is fucking you?".

"M-Muzan Kibutsuji!" you piped out, blushing violently as you reached your climax.

Muzan hissed and gave you a few more thrusts, before staying still and releasing into your welcoming walls. You whined as you panted in his arms, Muzan's wolfish grin widening as he collected his breath.

"She’s chosen her side, Kagaya. See you at the Gala and thanks for the gift. You know what I mean".

The red button was pressed and the real war was coming.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there!

I have finally been able to update my fic! I hope you can enjoy this chapter. I had to dive into holy water right after I had finished writing it, lmao. I am sorry for the delay, but university is hitting hard! Thank you so much for every like, comment and repost you leave under my works! I truly appreciate them!❤️

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