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sorrowful-lover · 1 month

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Hi! I have a request if that's ok. What do you think a Yandere Kokushibo x Reader wedding would be like? Thank you and have a good day!

Yandere Husband! Kokushibo x Wife! Human Reader - Once Upon a Time

Warning: Yandere, Possessive actions, depression

Slight Summary: You felt foolish, you felt dumb, you felt betrayed, you felt lied to, and you can't do anything, but blame yourself for it.

I'm guessing the reader is a human, I'm so sorry if that's not what wanted! I hope this is to your liking!!

The infinity castle was silent, as you and Kokushibo sat side by side on your own zabuton pillows, you could feel Kokushibo's ever-observant gaze on you and everyone else. His possessiveness over you made him almost beastly. You were both dressed in traditional wedding kimonos, along with everyone else who was dressed for the occasion. It was formal and quiet. You all listen to Muzan as he recites the wedding officiant.

Your head was held down, your thoughts wondering elsewhere, as you really didn't want to be married off, your demon lover, soon-to-be husband, Kokoshibo was a bastard that you had once upon a time loved with all your heart, but you now hated him. When you first met him, he was so kind, sweet, patient, loving, and shy, he was a monster, but he was the man you loved.

Once upon a time, feeling like a lifetime ago, you never thought you would get married, especially not to a demon of all creatures. You were a young girl, living your life according to traditions and your normal customs. You lived with your ever-loving parents, never having been married to a man, you were to stay home, as women couldn't own one alone, she'd have to become a widow for such a thing to happen. Not far from your home, was a field of flowers, where you'd frolicked, danced, and picked flowers when you were feeling trapped or depressed. It was that very field, on a cloudless night with a full moon acting as your only source of light, where you first met him.

You usually didn't venture out at night, but you desperately wanted to clear your mind from your rare nightly thoughts. Loneliness and depression always seem to show their ugly head at such a time. Moving stealthily through the home, you exited with little to no trouble, and you ran for the field. The moon was your only source of light on a cloudless night, sitting on your hip in the soft grass where you gently picked the flowers. A small smile on your face as your depressive thoughts weren't smothering you anymore.

You weren't sure why, but you just happened to look up, and there you saw him. Standing in the distance, stiff like a statue. You grew frightened, as you were alone at night, and a stray man stood in the distance, just seemingly staring at you. You quickly move to stand up, a worried look on your face as you stare at him. You stood there a little longer, debating on whether you should call out to him or not, but you chose not to, running back to the safety of your parent's home. After that, you didn't venture out to the field at night for a while, for it had spooked you.

However, once more, your loneliness and depression made a nightly appearance 3 months later, you rolled in your bed, your troubling thoughts keeping you from sleeping. You looked towards the wooden bared window in your room, seeing the full moon on a cloudless night once more. The images of the man flashed before your thoughts and fear gripped your throat, as it was on a night like this when you first saw him. Your fear won, and you forced yourself to sleep through your sad tears.

The night grew long after that, as your depression grew and weighed on you, your desperation for a peace of mind outweighed your fears, and you decided to sneak out of your home and out to the field once more. You were more cautious of your surroundings this time, as you sat on the balls of your feet, prepared to jump up and run if needed, but the man was nowhere in sight. You grew relaxed and you were once more seated on your hip. You never saw the man that night, and many more nights after that, so you brushed it off as a one-time thing, a coincidence.

Came the next few months, and you were once more faced with your depressive thoughts, you didn't hesitate to make your way out to the field, the moon, once again your only source of light. Once to the field, you raced and frolicked around for a bit, and you smiled happily as you found a spot with the most flowers, there you sat on your hip and quickly got lost in your musing. You began humming a light tune to yourself, your small voice slowly forming words as your humming turned to singing. "Your voice.. is beautiful." Came a deep, older male's voice.

It was so close, your hair stood on end, your eyes wide in fear as you froze in what you were doing. You blinked and released a shaky sigh in anticipation as you slowly looked around yourself, you saw nothing and you wrote it off as your imagination. Your hand reached up to hold your chest, your heart beating rapidly in its caged prison. "I must be sleepy, I'm hearing voices." You said softly to yourself as you thought over what you believed to be a hallucinated voice.

"I assure you.. I am real." Came his voice once more, but closer, too close. Your head whipped around as you looked behind yourself, your eyes shifting frantically as fearful tears gathered in your eyes. "Wh-wh--whoo-oes... Whoes there?" You stuttered out. "For.. I am"He said once more, you looked back forward with a whip of your head, and your heart practically stopped beating. Your vision became that of tunnel vision, your flight or fight reflexes activating rapidly.

You felt faint as your mind tried to process what you were staring at. His six eyes stared deeply into yours, almost as if he were searching for something. Your brain felt as though it were shutting down from the fear itself, for you were looking at a monster, and you just knew that you were to die. Your eyes lost focus as they became dull with unconsciousness and they rolled into the back of your head as your body went limp.

Your world went dark, and then you awoken, in the safety of your room, your covers over your body. You lay there, numb for a moment, as your brain processes your memory. 'Did I truly see that?... Did I truly see a monster?' You thought, your inner monologing voice just as numb as your body. Your eyes slowly drifted back close, as your brain was far too tired to stay awake, having just experienced a sense of life or death in such a rapid fashion.

Your world wasn't the same after that, your thoughts constantly wondering to that night, his six eyes were the only thing you remember seeing, the red sclera of his eye, the yellow iris that gazed back at you, the kanji in his eyes... it was all you could think about... you felt crazy because instead of avoiding the night, you made it a point to venture out more often, hoping to see him once more.

It was a long while before you did, but you never lost hope that he wouldn't show up, and your hope proved to be fruitful as he eventually made his appearance. This time, you were able to get a better look at him. He was tall, powerful, disciplined, stoic, monstrous, and handsome. You were fearful and weary of him, but your curiosity was able to surpass the feeling. He proved to be sweet.

He was kind, patient, and stoic. He held a form of grace about himself that you couldn't help but admire. It became a nightly routine for you both to meet up in the field, you talked and you laughed. You no longer came to the field out of sadness, it was now out of joy. Over time, you grew comfortable with him, you'd make him a couple of flower crowns, and he tried to make you some in return, although his pride was strong and he wouldn't ever allow you to watch him struggle with the delicate plant. It was cute. Your curiosity for him grew and eventually, it bloomed into love. He was a creature of the night, and you were a soul of the day, but your love couldn't have been more right.

When you left to be with Kokushibo, you never told your parents, you wrote them a note, telling them how much you appreciated them and how much you'll miss them and that you promised to visit. You felt guilty for doing such a thing, but you couldn't allow this opportunity to pass you. So you left with him one night, never looking back as you did.

Off on your own with him, you both traveled for miles, days, months, and years. Wandering all over Japan, watching as he'd fight to protect you from his pursuers, he'd leave you to your lonesome on some occasions, going to a nearby village, only to return with a gift for you. You were happily traveling with Kokushibo, but you were ready for a home, gone was the young girl, and in her place was a young woman, and Kokushibo knew it. So, he got you both a lovely little home deep in the woods.

It was a decent-sized home, and you loved it. He'd leave you there on your own, leaving you to your duties as an unmarried wife. You were able to make a few friends with the travelers and their wives, and you were always so happy when they'd make time in their busy schedules to come and see you. He'd come home every few months, checking in on you and allowing you to wash his clothes, and to accompany him in a soothing bath.

You enjoyed pampering him, and he seemed to enjoy it just as much. The years passed, and you bloomed into a wonderful young woman, with a sense of pride, self-respect, and discipline. He felt that you were ready for marriage, and you were pleased to hear it. You've been ready to marry him for a while, wanting to be his for life and he yours.

You'd both live happy lives forever, and you were so ready for it... but that's when everything went wrong. His sweetness turned to bitterness, his kindness turned to rudeness, his patience turned to urgency, and his love turned to possession. He wasn't the man you loved anymore, he wouldn't allow you to leave your home, he'd sometimes keep you locked in one room for days, he wouldn't allow the small group of friends you've obtained to come over anymore, he kept you close, an eye always on your every little movement.

You tried, on several occasions to run away, once your pipedream was shattered that he wasn't going to ever revert back, but he'd always catch you before you could get too far. On a good day, he'd cuddle with you, his cold hugs were comforting, but his words of possession and promise of punishment didn't match his actions. Then, your freedom was completely stripped from you, when you and he were brought to the infinity castle.

There you learned the ugly truth, that the man you loved so deeply really was a monster, he killed and ate your parents, your friends, any other humans who you even shared a smile with on your travels together, he was a demon, a heartless monster.

Once upon a time, he was lovely, he was revered as cool, now he was cruel and you were a fool. You felt so alone, the infinity castle was so big, empty, cold, and devoid of any life. Kept in a room that resembled a small home, the only good thing from any of this was the fact that he'd come and go more often, but it wasn't the same, and it never will be.

The sound of cheering brought you back to the present from your thoughts of the past, from the life you so foolishly threw away. You looked around, the upper moons all having smiles on their faces as they threw rice at you and Kokushibo. Your wedding was complete, and your life was sealed. If you've learned anything from your time in this twisting, turning adventure, it was to act. A smile graced your red-painted lips, your hand intertwining with Kokushibo's as you felt your heartbreak, as your fate was sealed forever.

This was your life now, this was your new beginning.

Once upon a time, a young girl dreamed of falling in love and getting married, she lived in her parents' house still, as young women weren't allowed to own one themselves unless they were widows.

Once upon a time, there was a naive young girl, living in a fantasy land, she never realized it, but she had it all.

Once upon a time, you were that very girl, you were free.

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p1errost4r · 4 months

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☆ | auhtor's note: hello ! I decided to do write some angst again .. since i rlly love angst , believe it or not. This one will be w/Michikatsu ( kokushibo ), i hope you enjoy it.

♱ | summary: you thought he'd return but he never did, that he was dead ... so you decided to follow him into heaven.

★ | warnings: angst ; spoliers to Kokushibos / Michikatsus backstory ; suicide ; graphic desxription of gore ( will be in pink text , you can skip it. )

You looked up at the shining moon with your sad , tear filled eyes. You have been looking at it in desperation for the past few months now , yet you never gave your hope up.

You constantly worked , with no rest. Days turned into nights, weeks , months ... and you just waited , only to work hard and then he ends up never returning. He was such a fucking jerk for leaving you , and anyone wod say that . But you never thought of him as that. You loved him dearly and realized that there will never be a person that loved you more.

"I will return at last , my dear ... it's a promise."

What a liar that man was .. but you still loved him. You always did. You promised to wait , and you did. But he never returned. You hoped one day you would wake up from this twisted nightmare and you'd be met with your husbands sweet gaze again, as always. He looked at you sweetly everytine you woke up. Every . Single. Morning .. but now you were only woken up by the gemtle sunlight leaving it's trace over your delicate skin.

With every single day your suffering became more apperent. It made you have a harder time with your everyday tasks like work , it affected you , and even if anyone in the village asked you'd say that you are ok, even though by now everyone was aware of your situation ... some had compassion and they wanted to help and some just waited for the right time to finally snatch away the last things you had

"I will always and forever love you."

You sighed and took a sip of your midnight tea as you glanced over the room with your lifeless eyes. Now it was always quiet in your household , which was suposed to be filled with light and happiness ... you remembered discussing your future with Kokushibo when you two got married , how you'd get 2 beautiful children and raise them to become recognizable and strong... well Michikatsu always insisted on the string part.

Deep down you had hope left , but by now you thought Michikatsu has died far into the woodd and that his body probably was decaying in the ground ... or maybe lost to time already. The rain was pretty frequent lately , so it just left you wondering where his corpse could've been.

You looked at the table in front of you. For days now you layed out Michikatsus gifts to you ... well , the ones he gave you until he went away. Hair pins , accesories , kimonos , haoris ... and one of them was a small blade , which he decorated and gifted to you for self defense. He was so considerant. Only if he knew that this will be the item of choice to kill yourself.

"I will be giving this to you. It will keep you safe."

With a shaky hand you reached out to it and put it to your stomach. You took a few deep breaths before you inserted it quickly , the scream that left you was animalistic ... you started going deeper and lower , trying to fully slit open your stomach , you felt that you hit your guts and that they would spill out. They didn't. You were too weak to finish up.

Your torso dropped to the floor in spasms and your hand could barely hold the blade ... your eyes were dim from tears and pain , you could've done it quickly ... but Michikatsu probably died in battle and you wanted to feel what he felt.

As Kokushibo looked over the old house he let out a long and loud sigh. He smelled blood in here ... but no humans.

Though

The interior was somewhat familliar.

He goanced down at the table where a blade wa son the floor , staines with old , decayed blood. The table had other things on it , but he couldn't care enough about them to notice.

He thought , that later the blade might be useful. He took it off the floor and left the house , not closing the door even.

Only if he remembered.

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lavenderdrxp · 6 months

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I've dug two graves for us, my dear..

Warnings: mention of character's death, not proof read, poor writing skills.

"I will return soon, I promise.."

He didn't. He never did.

Lies. All lies. He left you alone. He left you alone to suffer those endless night and days waiting for him to return. He left you alone to bare the suffocating feeling of longing.

And there were you, waiting for him like some loyal dog who waited for his master to return.

But he didn't. He never did.

When he said that he wanted to join his brother and work as a demon slayer you didn't stopped him. You believed in him. Your husband was a samurai after all. You trusted his abilities.

You believed that he would return, just as he promised.

But he didn't. He never did.

"my dear, I'd always love you..."

All lies.

He didn't. He never did...

If he did he would never had abandoned you and your kids.

They didn't matter to him, neither did you..

He abandoned you. He left you alone in his webs of lies.

"it's okay ...I would always wait for you, my dear...I promise"

You did. You always did.

Because, you've always loved him.

You fell for his lies. You waited for him. You believed that one day, he will return to you. You missed him. You missed his faint but breathtaking smiles. You missed how his lips would slightly curve upwards when Satsu try to imitate his gestures whenever he tries to practice, but ends up failing.

You missed how he would gently hold your newborn baby girl in his arms and admire her. You missed how he looked at you with those maroon eyes of him which never failed to make your heart jump.

You fulfilled your promise. You waited for him. You waited for Michikatsu, your husband, your love of life, to finally return. You always stared at the moon with a look of longing in your eyes as you waited for him to return.

You knew...you knew that those words of his were sweet little lies. You knew...that he would never return. But you still waited.

So, when we're at the verge of leaving this world finally, you gazed at the moon which was full that night shining ever so gently and parted your lips as a shaky breath left your mouth. Satsu held your hand and sobbed gently.

"it's okay, Michikatsu. I waited for you...and I always will in after life as well, my dear.."

You loved him after all.

But it seemed like he didn't.

He never did.

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#michikatsu tsugikuni #demon slayer #anime #kny michikatsu #kny x reader #kny #kny x y/n #character x reader #character x you #demon slayer x reader #demon x reader #upper moon x reader #kokushibo angst #kokushibo x reader #michikatsu angst #tsugikuni twins #angst #kny angst

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anime-fan-05 · 6 months

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Hi this is my first time doing this so I am so sorry if what I’m asking for is confusing. Could you do Fem! of GN! Reader that is Arkhamverse Jason Todd with Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, and Akaza(separate). If you aren’t aware of who Arkham Jason Todd is; he basically gets tortured by the Joker for a year or two and all that mental manipulation for him to hate Batman. So in Batman: Arkham Knight, he appeared there as the Arkham Knight to kill Batman, at there were times he almost succeeded. So for this request, I was thinking that the reader does get tortured for a year or two(so they are mentally fucked up) and while being tortured, their captor just shows them pictures of their s/o with someone else. Which means their captor is manipulating the reader into believing that their s/o had just replaced them like that.(Which does not correlate with what actually happened). And so for things to line up in this universe, capability wise, the reader would be more like Darth Vader(weapon, fighting style, force: maybe, suit: maybe; I’m so sorry that I’m doing a lot of crossovers; I apologize if I am being overwhelming). The reader was manipulated to hate their s/o, and want to kill them(not by actual will, the reader is confused and needs help). The reader and their s/o had a few run ins, and the reader got close to killing them a few times. So perhaps on one of the run-ins they have, the reader gets unmasked(they intentionally do it) and their s/o is just shocked that they were alive. And just what their reaction and response would be to this, and would go on from here. Would the s/o or reader die? Do they somehow clear this misunderstanding? I came with this request purely for angst with a hint of comfort, but please do have fun with this. And so sorry for the confusion I might have gave you.

Kimetsu no Yaiba ~Cheater?~

Manga/anime: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Warnings: angst (nothing that it's unbearable), but there is a happy ending, except in Douma's

(Y/N): your name

(S/O): significant other

Premise

How could that happen? Why is (Y/N) fighting him? What happened to her?

A year ago, the demon who was supposed to keep an eye on her told him she had disappeared; (S/O) looked and looked for her, but he never found her.

And now he finds out his (Y/N) is alive and she's attacking him?!

Muzan is shocked: for the first time in his life he's experiencing the fear of losing someone.

What should he do? Should he kill his wife? Should he make her a demon? And, if he did that, what would happen? Would she lose memories of all the time they spent together? Is he really willing to take this risk?

"What is it, cheater? Don't you know what to do?" (Y/N)'s voice brings him out of his thoughts.

"It's too late to regret!" She lashes out at him.

Muzan acts on instinct: before he knows it, his left hand has already pierced (Y/N)'s stomach.

He's shattered: how could that happen? How could he do it? Why was his body behaving like this? Why didn't his body act according to his will?! Why? Why? Why?

(Y/N) is also shocked: she didn't think he could act so quickly. Now she understands: she could never have defeated Muzan. He's too strong for her.

However, she isn't understanding one thing: why is he holding her so sweetly in his arms? Why does he look so shocked and worried? Why hasn't he given her the final blow or left her there to die yet? Why is he trying so desperately to save her? Didn't he hate her? Hadn't he cheated on her?

"Why-"

"Don't talk!" She decides not to listen to him; she needs to know the truth.

"Why are you saving me?" He looks at her questioningly.

"How 'why'? You are my wife!"

"You cheated on me!"

"What?! I've never cheated on you, my love. When they told me you were missing, I looked everywhere for you. I've never felt such discomfort when I couldn't find you."

"You're lying... The boss told me..." (Y/N) begins to understand: Muzan never cheated on her, she was only deceived by a demon who wanted his ruin.

"Muzan -tears begin to fall down her face- I'm sorry..."

"Shut up and drink here." He offers her his arm where he had just made a cut deep enough to draw blood.

In the end, Muzan's decision was made like this...

(Y/N), his sweet wife... What happened to her?

"What happened, tsuma (wife)?"

"Don't you dare call me that! Not after everything you've done!"

"'Everything you've done'?"

"Don't you remember? I'll refresh your memory: you cheated on me. I'm only getting revenge! Die, cheater!" After these words, (Y/N) attacks Kokushibo, drawing her sword.

They begin to fight: (Y/N) attacks, slashing with her sword; Kokushibo defends himself, thanks to his Breathing Style, not wanting to hurt her. His purpose isn't to defeat her, but it's to block her movements to be able to talk to her.

Hits and parries, parries and replies, replies and counterattacks... Their battle seems very long to (Y/N), but, in reality, it only lasts a few seconds. Those seconds are enough for Kokushibo to make her sword fly away and to trap her in his arms.

"Let me go, cheater!" She squirms in his arms, shouting at him all the insults that come to her mind, and trying to punch and kick him.

"Why are you calling me 'cheater', tsuma? Why are you calling me that, even though I didn't do anything?"

"You cheated on me! I loved you and you just kidded me! As soon as the boss took me with him, you immediately looked for my replacement! Didn't I mean anything to you?"

"Who told you that? Was he the one you now call 'boss'?"

"Yes!"

"He lied to you. I've never cheated on you and I never will. I love you. I love you so much I would die for you." He hugs her gently when he notices she stops fidgeting.

"It isn't true... I... I..."

"Do you think I'm lying? -he breaks away from the hug and takes her face in his hands, making her eyes look into his- Look into my eyes: do you see lies behind my gaze? Does it feel like I lied to you?"

"No..." Her voice cracks; she's about to burst into tears.

"Don't cry, tsuma." He sweetly wipes away her tears.

"I'm sorry, otto (husband), I'm sorry."

"Don't worry, tsuma. It's all over: let's go home."

"Ara ara? What are you doing, beauty-chan?" Douma is weirded out. He doesn't understand: why is she attacking him? Why does she seem so angry?

"I'm taking my revenge!"

"Oya? Why?"

"Do you even dare to ask me 'why'?!"

"Of course, since I didn't do anything to you. Are you angry since I killed your maid? Sorry, beauty-chan, she was so delicious I couldn't stop eating her. I'll find you a new one and I'll try not to eat her."

"Monster! I'll kill you!" (Y/N) dashes against him with her sword drawn.

"Beauty-chan, don't attack me! Otherwise, I'll have to counterattack!" Douma takes his fans in hand, ready to hit (Y/N).

In a second, he's already activated his Blood Demon Art: ice flares everywhere from his fans, creating spikes which trap her.

"Let me go!" She's trying to free herself from the spikes, still swinging her sword in hopes of hitting him; he stands a few centimeters away from her, waving his fan.

"Ara ara? Are you still angry, beauty-chan? Aren't you playing?"

"Why should I play? You're the one doing it, pretending not to remember what you did to me!"

"Beauty-chan, I already apologized to you for eating your maid! What else have I done to you?"

"You cheated on me!"

"Oya? I did it?"

"Yes, you did it! I made revenge my only goal, but, now that you've captured me, there's no point in me living anymore."

"Huh?"

"Sayonara (goodbye), cheater." (Y/N) moves her torso slightly, managing to pierce her heart. Immediately the blood flows down from her wound, and she lets out groans of pain, coughing and spitting blood.

Douma has a strange sensation. He feels bad like he has never felt before: his stomach tightens and he almost wants to cry. However, he isn't understanding the reason: he has never felt so bad, not even when his parents died, so why does he feel this way now? Is that the pain (Y/N) told him so much about? Without him realizing it, a tear falls down his face.

So, (Y/N) dies, without discovering the truth.

Akaza has a strange feeling which creates pain in his chest and dizziness and which makes him tremble. However, he doesn't understand: why does he feel this? Is this fear? Is this pain?

Although he isn't understanding this feeling, he realized one thing: he cares about (Y/N) so much he wants her to stay by his side forever. He wishes her to be his wife and to spend all her time with him; he no longer wants to fail to protect her, as he did before; he longs to hold her in his arms forever. But what can he do now? What can he do to make her come back to him?

"What happened to you, my love?"

"Shut up and don't talk, cheater!" (Y/N) draws her sword and prepares to attack Akaza, who prepares to defend himself, positioning himself to perform his Blood Demon Art, although he doesn't want to fight her.

"Please, my love, don't attack me: I don't want to hurt you."

"Who tells you you'll be able to hit me? You won't even be able to see me!" It all happens in an instant: (Y/N) throws herself at him; with a lightning-fast movement, Akaza grabs and holds her to him, preventing her movements.

"Get off me!"

"No, I won't do this." Akaza holds her tighter.

"Please, listen to me. I haven't cheated on you, and I never will. I love you, I love you, I love you. What can I do to prove it to you?" Meanwhile, the sun is rising.

"When the sun fully rises, go where there will be light."

"If I do this, will you stop fighting?"

"Why do you want to do this?"

"Because I love you, and I can't see you like this: you're my sweet girlfriend, not a cruel murderer. I've spent my whole life fighting and killing, but you've been nursing and healing: you mustn't kill. Please, promise me you won't do this."

"I..." (Y/N) begins to feel again the beautiful feeling she had always felt when she was with Akaza: love.

The sun has fully risen, illuminating the entire area they are in.

"Sayonara, my love." Akaza approaches (Y/N) and, when he sees she doesn't move away, he kisses her gently, before heading towards the illuminated area.

However, he feels her hand holding his arm, stopping him from killing himself, so he turns to look at her. What he sees amazes him, but it also makes him happy: she is looking at him, with tears falling from her eyes.

"Stop, please stop." (Y/N) hugs Akaza.

Her anger has totally subsided.

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koku-shibou · 10 months

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You were always good enough, Kokushibou. If only someone could have told you that before you'd met Muzan.

I was not ... it was very obvious ... I do not ... regret ... my decision ... but I wish ... my life had been ... different ... so I would not have ... had to come to this decision ...

#kokushibo #kokushibo angst #kny rp

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huboi · 3 months

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“it wasn’t your fault”

[muzan kibutusuji, kokushibo and akaza x gn! reader]

╰┈➤ includes; mentions of r*pe, self loathing, death (not reader), please note this is a triggering topic so readers’ discretion is advised

╰┈➤ extras; this was a request, sadly I can’t tag them cause tumblrs’ being a bitch about it so I just hope that the requester comes across this

╰┈➤ a/n; it’s important to note I haven’t dealt with anything like this personally, so apologies if this doesn’t seem realistic or is badly done, I will try my damndest to be as respectful as possible with this fic

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

muzan kibutusuji

yes, he’s a demon, not just any demon but the king of demons, which certainly means he cares for no one, especially not a human of all things right?

wrong

muzan originally planned on turning you, when something in his dead heart jumped for joy at the sight of your face, he just couldn’t turn you

and so he protected you when needed and eventually you ended up dating

one thing he noticed is that whenever he goes to touch or kiss you etc. you seem to back off or hesitate, you believe he doesn’t notice but he does

he’s also noticed you tend to cover your body 24/7 with baggy clothing and never wear short sleeved shirts or shorts

when he confronted you about it, you just burst into tears, thinking he would dump you or blame you for what they did to your body

with a comforting embrace, and some time to mull it over, you decided to tell him what happened

muzan was furious to say the least, not at you, never, he was furious at the disgusting person who dared to lay their filthy hands on you without your consent

he gives you little kisses on your face (with consent of course) and hugs you close whilst assuring you “it’s not your fault”

later on when he was sure you were fast asleep, he took care of a certain someone

safe to say that that person will never touch you again

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

kokushibo

it’s pretty obvious he’s a demon

so as soon as you guys crossed paths, you could tell he wasn’t human by his face alone

at first you were worried he was gonna hurt you, but he simply shrugged and explained how he doesn’t bother killing people unless necessary

somehow you guys ended up in a relationship and bam!

you’re one of the most protected people in Japan

kokushibos’ weary eyes couldn’t help but notice your hesitancy towards his intimate advances, no matter how simple

he could also tell you held some sort of self hatred towards yourself, as he had been in your position hundreds of years ago

he brings it up one afternoon, explaining how he wants to make sure you’re both comfortable in the relationship

you hesitantly give him the answer, expecting for him to kill you on the spot

only for the usually stoic demon to wrap you into a tight hug, arms trembling and face contorted in anger

“it’s not your fault, you didn’t do anything wrong” he seethed, before asking if you remember what they look like

after giving him a brief description of them he was off in a flash, seemingly teleporting to god knows where

the person trembled, cowering into a corner begging for their life to be spared, kokushibo simply unsheathing his sword and landing cuts all over them so he can bleed out slowly and die from the blood loss

when coming back from his deeds, kokushibo saw you in bed wrapped up in the blanket, he simply climbed in after you and hugged you from behind

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

akaza

definitely the most angry out of all three demons

he will hunt everywhere for this person and won’t take a break until he finds them and breaks them himself

when he does come across this ‘human’, he will personally punch him so that he dies from a slow painful death

when coming back to you, akaza will simply be there for you throughout the healing process/trauma

he hates how the monster caused you so much trauma

akaza is always there for you if you want to vent or talk about your feelings

if anything like that ever happens again, tell him, he’ll be there for you and will also personally deal with the monster that did this to you

ʚ ═══･୨ ꕤ ୧･═══ ɞ

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wildandsmile · 8 months

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Can you do upper moons with a bratty reader like if they doesn’t get what they wants they act out ? (Nsfw pls) btw I love your writings.

𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓬𝔂

Tw: Blood

Kinks: f-reviving, overstim, figuring, exhibitionsm, name calling, brat taming, cock sleeve, thigh riding, impact play, brush play, knife play, Dom Gyutaro (for once)

Word Count: 1.8k

Note: I appreciate the compliment and the suggestion, so I hope you enjoy this

Come back for Hantengu, Nakime,Daki and Kaigaku

Enjoy!

Kokushibo

Maintains a predominantly quiet demeanor, prompting you to playfully provoke him during your joint missions in order to coax him into conversation.

Most often, it proves ineffective, prompting your resourceful nature to explore alternative approaches, sometimes inadvertently exposing your cover or even unnecessarily harming a human or two.

You anticipated provoking a reaction from him, yet he chose to maintain his silence, unaffected.

Unbeknownst to you, he was meticulously tallying each minor error you had committed throughout the evening.

As you at last return to the estate, you sense his hands enveloping the back of your neck, his voice a hushed murmur, "Now that we've returned, it’s time for your punishment."

You whimpered, "Koku no more, no more pls" as your trembling hands tried to push him away from your now overstimulated clit, but he was letting up; he'd been at it for hours. At first, he'd made you look him in the eyes while he licked long laps across your slicked folds, but when he realized that was too much for you to handle, he decided to be a little nice He continues, "Come on darling, don't tell me that I've already fucked you stupid on my tongue" as he glides his mouth over your dripping cunt, making you flinch from the sensation of his hot breath against your cunt. As you groan and writhe on the bed, "Pls Koku pls" comes out of your mouth, and Kokushibo promptly stops you by pushing your hips into the mattress with one hand and bringing down hard with the other to spank your ass. Kokushibo says, "Come now darling don't be bratty just tell daddy what you want." You resist at first, but then you hide your eyes with your arm and give in. "Please koku, please just fuck me already," you beg, as he plants a kiss on your thigh, followed by a hasty "If that's what you want, darling."

Doma

Was a little different in his approach to dealing with your spoiled behavior, which consisted mostly of embarrassing you at the upper moon meetings

Typically, the two of you would assume positions on opposite sides, but whenever you displayed misbehavior or didn't provide the desired level of attention he wanted , he would promptly position you right beside him.

Initially, you didn't perceive these occurrences as problematic, assuming he would overlook your attitude, but your assumption couldn't have been further from the truth.

The instant Muzan appeared, silence blanketed the room. Sensing the opportunity, Doma deftly exploited the moment, discreetly slipping his hand into your dress.

You try to stifle a moan as you say, "Doma, please stop—we're having a meeting right now." Despite your pleading, he pumps his fingers deep inside you, curling them each time they touch your sweet spot. You started to respond, but Doma's thumb found your swollen clit and began rubbing sloppy circles, prompting you to grab on to his thigh for support. "You shouldn't be worried about me sweetheart, you should be focused on Lord Muzan," he says with a sadistic grin covering his face. You looked Doma straight in the eyes and pleaded, "Doma pls, stop I'm about to cum." But you had no idea that your pathetic expression and crocodile tears were only making Doma more enthusiastic. Finally, the conference is over, and Doma pulls you up into him roughly; upon standing, you tumble into his arms, at which point he bursts out laughing. His figure is covered in your juices, and he displays them to you while saying, "You know for such a bratty girl you sure fall apart like a dirty slut," and then he licks his palm clean and adds, "You know this is just the start of your punishment right sweetheart."

Akaza

Dedicated to continuous training, striving to overcome the Upper Moon One, Kokushibo, alongside the Hashiras.

Often, when you were seeking emotional reassurance or craving attention, it seemed elusive, leading to moments of emotional turmoil prompting your occasional acting out.

Primarily, you would engage in playful teasing during his workout sessions. Whenever he initiated his routine, you'd position yourself nearby, playfully bending and assuming various poses, catching his gaze and providing him with quite the view.

But what really got under his skin was hearing you groan while stretching, saying things like, "O these feels so good" or "I wish I had something that would stretch me out better."

Akaza, possessing zero tolerance for impudence, promptly halted his training. Striding over to you, he swiftly lifted you and carried you to his weightlifting area. Settling down, he positioned you on his muscular thigh, his strength and presence palpable.

You had been sitting on Akaza's thigh for some time after he encouraged you to "earn" his attention if you wanted it. You've spent the entire day craving an ogasm, and now you're dragging your clothed cunt across his flexed thigh to get it. Every time you felt that knot from within your stomach, you would start thrusting, basically humping his leg, and your cunt was throbbing and your clit was all nice and puffy, but this wasn't enough. You decide you need more and work your way down Akaza's thigh to his hard cock, but just as you're about to start touching it, he lets out a long groan and says, "Didn't I tell you that you had to earn this cock, you dirty slut?" You try to protest, but he stops you with a hard slap on the ass. Akaza says with a deep groan, "Brats like you don't get to talk back is that understood." You let out a small yes and go back to trying to make yourself cum by humping his thigh, but he finally had enough of your feeble attempts and bent you over his work table, ripped your pants off, and said, " I guess I'll have to fuck you silly like the brat you are since you can't even make yourself cum properly.”

Gyokko

Similar to Akaza, Gyokko remained unwaveringly dedicated to his tasks. When not engrossed in his work, his attention was invariably directed towards Lord Muzan.

Describing your relationship as more akin to that of a master and a devoted companion is a more accurate portrayal than labeling it as a romantic bond.

Typically, this would trigger your bratty behavior; however, unlike the other Upper Moons, it was notably effortless to provoke a reaction from him.

You'd frequently locate him in his chamber, engrossed in creating new artwork. To playfully ruffle his feathers, you'd comment on his latest piece, suggesting it was exceptionally impressive or innovative.

This would lead to a hint of frustration, prompting him to restart. However, your antics wouldn't end there; you'd venture into his collection, identifying something seemingly new, only to critique it with remarks like "It was an eyesore" or "Breaking it was a favor—it was painfully ugly." This chain of actions often culminated in pushing him to his breaking point.

In no time, you found yourself forcefully propelled onto the bed, and in that very instant, a sense of anticipation gripped you, indicating that you were in for an intense encounter.

Gokkyo warns you not to move lest he "mess up" as he runs the long brush across your tender nubs: "Stand still if you keep moving I'll mess it up." Because you ruined his painting, Gokkyo decided to use you as a canvas. Naked, you watched as he dragged the brushes across your icy flesh. It was causing your cunt to throb so much that you tried to close your legs together, but Gokkyo swiftly spread them out and pressed you even deeper into the mattress with his hand. By this time, you were writhing in pain from the combination of the brushing and Gokkyo's cold hand on your naked body, so he eventually dragged the brush down to your aching cunt and flipped it over to the dull side to massage your clit. You can hear him saying, "This is what you wanted right, for me to give this naught cunt some attention right" as he presses the brush firmly against your clit and begins to flick it up and down on his brush. You started to want more, so you clung to his forearm and moaned gently. Please elaborate. After quickly extracting his cock and aligning it with your soaping moist hole, Gyokko leaned in and murmured something in your ear. “Since you're not fit for artistic purposes, I'll just use you as a filthy cock sleeve.”

Gyutaro

Gyutaro diverged slightly from the other Upper Moons in his perspective. To him, the term "brat" signified an irritating child, making it challenging for him to perceive you in that light.

He consistently presumed your behavior was a result of a passing mood swing or that he might have inadvertently provoked your anger.

During a meeting of the Upper Moons, Doma initiated a discussion about his partner's mischievous behavior, referring to them as a "brat."

As Gyutaro listened to Doma's words, a transformation occurred within his mindset. Gradually, a growing anger took hold of him. He realized that you had been purposely avoiding him, refraining from his touch as part of your playful strategy to act out and grab his attention.

All you needed to do was express your desire; he found it impossible to refuse someone as beautiful as you. The realization that he had been contemplating seeking Daki's assistance in this situation only intensified his anger.

Gyutaro snatched you away from his sister the moment he returned from the meeting and hurried you into your shared bedroom. It didn't take long for you to freeze up after hearing Gyutaro exclaim, "This is what you wanted right to get punished to be pounded by my cock" as he licked the nape of your neck. And lucky for you, Gyutaro was enjoying watching your gorgeous eyes water and your hips try to stop bucking since you didn't want to cut yourself on his sickle. He warns, "You better stop moving, princess, or I might just cut you" as he draws a thin line of blood from your thigh with the blade of his knife. Gyutaro had never felt so hot in his life; ordinarily, you would be the one on top of his, but while the two of you were going at it, your stunning good looks and flawless physique were enough to render him helpless. So now that he had you where he wanted you, he had no intention of letting you go. Gyutaro whispers to you as he licks your hot tears from your cheeks, "Hehe you know princess you look a pretty when cry and you look even better when my hands are around your throat." His hands wrap neatly around your neck, gripping it just tight enough to where you could breathe if you worked hard enough. Your moaning was the result of Gyutaro ripping your clothing off with his sickle, quickly aligning his cock with your cunt, and then slamming his entire cock within. “Now that I have you here, Princess, I might as well make you as hideous as me, heh heh.”

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ponderingmoonlight · 3 months

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(y/n) sparing Kokushibo's life for him to save her

Pairing: Kokushibo x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,9k

Synopsis: You find yourself standing in front of none other than the upper moon one. And while you know your chances are low and that your life might end in the dusk of day, you are able to cage Kokushibo into the upgoing sun. Until his eyes are filled with sorrow, until you make a decicion that might cost your life...

Warnings: this is my first ever Kokushibo fic so please let me know what you think! Like for Yorichii, I inserted a few pics into the fanfic itself so be prepared, angst to fluff, not proofread yet, NO MANGA SPOILERS 🤍

Special thanks to my dear @lavenderdrxp for the request!

The cold air of the night lashes against your sensitive skin without mercy, only warmed by your blood that runs down your frame like rivers. You are so tired. Tired of fighting, tired of your life. Why did you decide on becoming a demon slayer, developing into a quite skilled hashira? Right, because one of them murdered your whole village without blinking, because you wanted to protect humans from their cruel hands.

Your fingers start to tremble uncontrollably while you hold onto your sword for dear life, the handle smeared in crimson. The second you laid your eyes on him, felt his presence, you saw death itself. You’ve never encountered one of the upper moons carefully chosen by Muzan Kibutsuji himself. Until today, you were so keen to win this endless fight, thought you’d stand a chance against the demon king.

“Give up your dreams and die.”

But the man in front of you is the upper moon one. The man in front of you was able to almost kill you with just one skilled slash of his sword. Is this how you’ll die? In a 10-minute fight with a demon? Of course, you always knew your life would end like this. After all, this is the fate of a demon slayer, this is what you chose.

But…you don’t want to die. You want to live a long and healthy life, want to eat mochis until sunset and play cards with your friends.

“I will never give up”, you press out, dashing forward over and over again.

Your body begs you to stop and rest, to let your blade fall and never return to this life. But instead, you stare into his cold eyes, those beautiful colourful orbs that would fascinate you in another situation. How did a man like him end up being such a powerful demon?

“Foolish human. Do you really think you are able to defeat me?”

Your eyes dart up to the sky above. That cursed night that makes it possible for these creatures to walk on earth freely. But that faint shimmer of orange tells you that day will soon arrive, that maybe…

It might be stupid to even consider a win, that you’ll make it out of here alive. But if you are able to entertain him for a couple more minutes and trap him until sunrise, you’d be able to not only escape, but kill him.

Your mind starts to race, eyes scanning his body up and down. He’s quite tall and muscular, it won’t be easy to defeat him without any weapons. No, not even your katana will be enough. But maybe the poison you created with Shinobu-san will be.

“Use this against a demon whenever you feel like you can’t defeat him otherwise. This will make any demon unable to move for at least a few minutes.”

Every demon, she said. Every demon definitely includes the man standing in front of you. But will this be enough, are you actually skilled enough to even hit him? You need to inject the poison into his body, meaning a slice with your poisoned blade would be more than enough.

But that means you have to land a hit.

“You’re a fool if you really think I’ll give up so easily.”

Kokushibo needs to move, needs to end this fight before the sun starts to rise. You’re a hashira, his worst enemy. But instead, he can’t help but stare at you through the darkness of the night. You seem so unbothered by his presence, so confident in your abilities that it simply sweeps him off his feet.

Are you actually dumb enough to underestimate him? No, the fact that you keep your save distance to his sword tells him more than urgently that you know very well who is standing in front of you. No, your firm believe in yourself is enough to make you stand your ground.

And again, you dash towards him, holding onto your sword so tightly that your knuckles stand out white. He dodges your attack with ease, slicing through your tender flesh too light to hurt you critically. Oh, he knows all too well that he’s holding back, that you should be dead already. Why is he not able to end this fight, to finally get rid of you? Your eyes seem to gleam in the darkness, light up the word around him. When was the last time he saw the sun? He can’t remember. But your eyes have to be close.

A sudden pain crawling up his back rips him out of his pondering. What was that? Did you manage to hit him, is the sun starting to rise? Slowly he turns around, eyes finding your cramped-up figure on the floor. His flesh starts to heal in an instant, the only hint for your attack being a minor cut in his cloak. Yes, you indeed managed to hit him.

“I thought you are a hashira. Aren’t you aware that as a demon, I’m healing in an instant?”

Your heavy breaths hang in the air between both of you, your blood discolouring the forest ground crimson while your hands dig into the mud. This was all you’ve had left. It has to be enough, the poison has to function. Otherwise…

Your tired eyes dart towards him and the way he slowly approaches you. Will this be your end? Like in slow motion he raises his sword over your head, ready to behead you. At least you did what you could, faced him with everything you’ve head. Becoming a demon slayer meant being ready to give your life sooner or later. You allow your lids to rest, awaiting the bow of his sharp blade in silence. At least your end will be graceful, right?

But instead of his sharp blade, you are greeted by his tall figure crashing into you onto the ground. Is this real? Did the poison work? You force your eyes open, heart almost beating out of your chest when you begin to realize.

You made it. Despite the stinging fact that this man is the upper moon one, you somehow managed to stand up against him and steal his ability to move.

“You…poisoned…me”, he presses out.

What a fool he was for sparing your life when he had the chance to kill you so easily. Now the sun slowly but surely starts to rise, makes his skin burn uncomfortably while his venomous eyes stare right through your soul. You really are a brave one, bright orbs set on him while you free yourself from the pressure of his body above you.

“I did what I have to do. You are my enemy.”

Yes, you have to remind yourself over and over again. It doesn’t matter that his facial features suddenly begin to soften, you really don’t care about the way he stares into the rising sun. No, it doesn’t bother you that he looks almost…hurt.

“I haven’t seen a sunrise for a long time”, he mumbles.

“I love to see the sun rise. There is no better feeling than the first warm rays of the day against bare skin and that striking colours painted in the sky.”

“You look exactly like a woman who adores sunrises”, he comments so tenderly that you rip your gaze away from the orange sky for a second.

“And you look like a man who did as well”, you reply without thinking twice.

In the dim light he looks breathtakingly gorgeous. Yes, there is no doubt that this demon once was a handsome man with the kindest eyes. You hold your breath, the mark engraved into his eye reminding you more than urgently that this man is indeed a powerful demon. You should leave him to the sheer force of the sun, let him burn for all the sins he committed. But instead, a deep grief holds onto your heart tightly.

“I did indeed.”

Is that a tear escaping his eye? No, impossible. No demon you ever encountered cried, regretted his actions. Does he feel the presence of death haunting after him, the way his skin starts to burn under the first rays of sunshine? His forehead starts to redden before catching fire, making a deep whimper escape his lips.

“Do you want to live on?”

What a stupid question to ask, how reckless to even talk to him. Why does your hand cup his cheek all of the sudden, why do you feel sorry for one of the strongest demons in existence?

“Maybe dying in the upgoing sun is more than I am able to ask for”, he speaks out slowly and reserved.

Your mind starts to raise, comes up with a plan more poisonous than anything Shinobu has ever created. This is ridiculous to even think about, you are a demon slayer, a hashira to be exact. The thought alone is ridiculous.

But not ridiculous enough to stop yourself from grabbing him under his armpits and start hovering him into the safety of the thick woods, away from the dangerous rays of sunshine. You feel like fainting, your very own blood following you behind like a trail while you huff in exhaustion. But still, you keep on moving, shield his body from the sun with your blood-soaked coat while all he does is staring at the angelic sky.

This will be the death of you, as soon as he regains the power over his body, he’ll slice you into pieces. Why? Why are you not strong enough to outstand your pity, why weren’t you able to leave him to his fate? Instead, you find yourself hauling him up a pair of stairs leading into an abandoned cottage you’ve known for years. This is your safe place, your retreat from this cruel world.

And this will be the place you lose your life in.

You fall onto the cold wooden floor the second the door behind both of you is closed, your mouth tasting like iron while coughing up blood. You must be severely injured, given the fact how numb your body starts to feel and how your heart seems to beat slower with every passing minute.

Your eyes catch his shadow next to you, how it builds up into its old frightening gloom. The poison must have worn off, gave him back the ability to move freely. You swallow hard, glossy eyes widened in thick horror.

This will be your end.

“Why did you save me?”

His dark voice sends shivers down your spine, the sheer presence of his powers alone while laying on the floor helplessly almost making you lose your composure.

“I don’t know”, you mumble in response, voice nothing more than a fade away whisper.

His heavy yet light footsteps make the floor vibrate underneath his weight when he crosses the room and comes to a stand in front of you. All you can do is stare at his feet next to your head, waiting for your certain death.

“I’m the upper moon one”, he reminds you.

“And I’m…a hashira…”

You feel the wood next to you give in under his weight as he kneels down next to you, six eyes staring at you intensely. Why…why is he still hesitating? It wouldn’t be hard to kill you in the state you are in, even though the sun now almost fully rose. What a victory, killing another hashira off with ease, coming closer to being the strongest.

Kokushibo can’t help but admire you for the way you still carry yourself with so much pride. Despite the fact that you’ll die within an hour if not treated, despite his sheer presence by your side, your eyes still hold contact with his unwavering. Like in trance he leans forward, lets go of the handle of his sword for the first time since forever. As gentle as his hands remember to move, he places them onto your stomach, watches as your eyes fill with dread. Is he even able to use his powers after all this time ignoring them? He has to try.

The room lights up in red as your body seems to burn alive, a silent scream escaping your lips before you are able to stop it. Out of instinct, you grab on of his hands, hold onto it tightly while waiting for the sharp pain haunting down your body.

But nothing happens. No, it almost feels as if…your pain slowly fades away.

“You…You healed me”, you breathe out in utter disbelief, chest rising and falling so sharply that oxygen refuses to fill your lungs.

Your hands wander around your body rapidly, scan every inch of your busted skin to be greeted by nothing.

“You healed me.”

“You saved me”, he replies briefly, hands still pressed onto your stomach ever so slightly.

Time stands still, the only thing you can think about are his eyes. The eyes that were filled with sorrow when staring into certain death, the eyes that roamed around your body to check for your injuries, the eyes that are now locked with yours.

“Thank you.”

“I need to thank you as well”, he answers calmly.

“I-…”

You don’t know what to say. Is all of this just a dream? This creature, this force of a man kneeling next to you is none other than the upper moon one, the most dangerous demon after Muzan Kibusuji himself. But he didn’t kill you. No, in fact he even healed your severe wounds, saved your life instead of sinking his teeth into you.

He spared you.

Your life was saved by a demon.

“Join the demon slayer corps. Come with me.”

Your words leave your mouth faster than you are able to even think, regret immediately washing over you like a wave. What on earth were you just saying?

“Did you forget how I am?”

“In exchange for saving your life”, you continue.

He just stares at you, eyes widen in sheer surprise. He expected everything when he followed your tracks tonight, the mission Muzan Kibutsuji entrusted Kokushibo with still present in his mind. It was fairly simple: Kill the hashira with the bright orbs, the girl on her way to a nearby village flooded by demons.

But now that he’s sitting right next to you, his hands still resting against your stomach, your heartbeat pounding against his palms, he simply can’t imagine to end your life right here and now. No, the urge to brush his fingertips over your cheek just once, to feel the heat of your skin becomes almost unbearable. Is it because of your innocent eyes, because you saved him despite he injured you severely?

“We live in different worlds, (y/n). It is simply impossible for me to be a part of yours.”

Your stomach drops by the way he says your name, breath getting stuck in your throat. You’ve seen countless demons in your life, always hated every single one with all of your heart. But this man showed you his real face, that he is still human after all these years. Maybe there is still hope, maybe turning into a demon doesn’t have to be a death sentence. Maybe…maybe you’ll be able to save Tanjiro Kamado’s sister.

“Promise that we’ll meet each other again. Promise me that you’ll visit me here right here again soon”, you urge.

“I…”

Kokushibo is los at words, lost in your bright orbs, lost in your tenderness. Not so long ago, he was on his way to end your life violently, to kill you and leave with the arrival of the sun. But now he finds himself right by your side, his mind wandering just by the exciting thought of meeting you again.

“I will visit you again”, he finally gives in.

“Good”, you breathe out.

“Now, tell me a little about yourself. After all, we are trapped here until the sun goes down.”

“I don’t enjoy talking that much.”

“Come on…”

-one year later-

Your eyes gleam in the down-going sun, whole body electrified in excitement. Only a few minutes before the sun is gone, only a few minutes until you finally see him again. As much as you adore the play of colours in the sky just before the sun sets, you started to love the tenderness of the night far more.

Because it means he’s able to walk freely, because it means finally seeing him again.

“There you are, sweetheart.”

Your heart skips a beat, cheeks already heating up before you even turned around. You wrap your arms around his tall figure in an instant, his thumb gently stroking over your forehead.

"I still despise that scar", he states, eyes lost in your sight.

He was the one who did this to you, the one who almost killed you that night.

“That was long ago, Koku, please don't worry about it. I missed you, where have you been?”

There he stands as charismatic as ever, his sheer presence alone signalling nothing but power. You never fail to notice that he’s around no matter where you are, looking after you while fighting off demons. Oh, how much he hates to hide in the shadow, to keep his affection a secret. But there is no way he’ll allow any other upper moon to harm a single hair on your body, let alone Muzan Kibutsuji himself.

Gently, you wrap your arms around him the way he adores so much, rest your head against his chest while he strokes your hair gently.

“I need to keep you save, I am not risking your life over one meeting, (y/n)”, he explains in all seriousness.

“I’d rather die than not seeing you”, you reply with a grin.

“Don’t say that, (y/n)”, he warns you while wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

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goshenightie · 1 year

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Brothers

#fanart #my artwork #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #yoriichi tsugikuni #kokushibo #michikatsu tsugikuni #angst?

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mrskokushibo · 8 months

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You are safe with me

Emergency Request by the lovely @indignant-alpaca 💞

Synopsis: Kokushibo reacts to their partner experiencing a psychotic attack.

Warnings: none.

The figure kneeling at the center of the room was fully still. It was an imposing male, his contours illuminated by the faint but warm light of candles spread around the dark space. He was wearing a traditional outfit of kimono and hakama, a mane of thick, layered spiky hair tied up in a messy ponytail with bangs covering his face, cascading down his back and strong shoulders.

The hair must have been reddish in hue, as the light shining through it made it look as if tiny flames were dancing like a halo at its tips. There was also a katana neatly placed next to him on his left, indicating he was a samurai. His whole presence screamed dignity and calm.

Kokushibo’s eyes were closed as he was immersed in the meditation. His breathing was so slow, to the point that it almost seemed non-existent. He was emitting an aura of serenity and peace that coincided so well with the quiet of the space he was in.

But very soon, that peace was to be interrupted by something sudden and unexpected. Because as the door slid open and his partner entered the room, the general vibe of the place changed as if in a blink of an eye. Their figure was cowering, limbs animated with erratic movements, and an incoherent blabber of random phrases were projected from their voice box.

Kokushibo was still, but opened his eyes and looked their way. His keen senses picked up on the distortion in the surrounding aura. He watched them intently as they almost stumbled and then crawled into a ball in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth and muttering under their breath. A sudden yell came out of their partner’s mouth and an arm flung out as if attempting to fend off an invisible assailant.

Kokushibo could sense that there was nothing with them in the room. No invisible entity or threat. Just him and his partner. So…what was happening here? Slowly and without uttering a word, he stood up and in his usual dignified and elegant manner, walked over to the partner so pitifully huddled in the far corner.

‘How are you, my love? Did something happen to you?’

He asked that question more as a conversation starter and not really to receive an answer as they were no traces of the presence of any form of foreign assault on their partner’s body or aura. They were still rocking back and forth and muttering. Kokushibo placed his hand on their shoulder gently and they batted it away.

‘Don’t touch me. It is telling you not to touch me. You must go away.’

Kokushibo hesitated for a moment.

‘Who is telling you this?’

‘He is.’ They pointed into the empty air in front of them.

‘Hmm…’ Kokushibo hummed and was dumbfounded.

There was nothing there, nothing which presence he could sense. At this stage, having been a demon for over four centuries, he was highly confident in his own abilities.

‘Right…There is nothing here apart from the two of us. I can assure you of that.’

His partner stopped rocking for a moment and looked up, face distorted by a grimace indicating a combination of fear and suffering.

‘How can you say this? You are doubting me. I can clearly hear and see him.’ They pointed again in the same direction.

‘And it’s not just him. There are the voices. They tell me to do things. Bad things. Evil voices, scared voices.’

They began crying and covered their ears. Kokushibo understood that this was not something coming from the outside, but rather a distortion in the mind of their partner. He had to proceed gently so as not to aggravate their condition.

‘Let me sit with you.’ He said as he was already on his way to be seated next to them.

‘Come here.’ He followed up with a tight hug, his strong arms preventing his partner from any form of physical protest. ‘I will keep you safe.’

He could feel their body shake and convulse, both from the crying but also from whatever was torturing their mind. He kept on hugging and kissing their head.

‘Don’t be scared. None of what you hear or see is real. Well… I acknowledge it is real that you hear and see it, but there is nothing here. You must choose to trust my senses and judgment.’ He hugs them tighter.

The only response he was getting from them was increased body contact and them hiding their head in Kokushibo’s powerful, broad chest.

‘Please, make it stop. I don’t want to see or hear anymore. I’m so scared. What is happening to me?’

‘I don’t know, my love. I really don’t know. I wish I could help you and remove whatever tortures you. But I will stay with you until it passes.’

He placed another soft kiss on the top of their head and they both remained in the embrace for a very long time until the attack eventually stopped.

‘I love you so much, and I will be with you until the end of time. Even if I have to hold you like this to make our days bearable.’

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xxlady-lunaxx · 4 months

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What did I do..? | {KokuZan}

Theme: Angst

Note: Ignore the picture i can't find any kokuzan ones ;-;

TW: suicide-

ALSO if anything doesn't make sense it's bc i was too lazy to write out the AU so, sorry..

Reincarnated everyone! (basically it's modern AU; reincarnated hhahahoksmvfewoifkmsssddddffffffffuck.)

As a child, Muzan was very easily manipulated. He believed everyone deserved second chances and said, whenever someone did something they shouldn't have—no matter how drastic the consequences—that everybody made mistakes. Which, as you can see, is quite a naïve way of thinking when it comes to reality.

What's more, Muzan tried to be very helpful. No matter what anyone asked, it was almost guarenteed to be that he would say yes.

You could ask him to do the most far-fetched thing that any sane person would say they couldn't do and he would most likely say, "I'll do my best to achieve that for you."

So, he was often—very often—asked to do things for others. And he let them, not seeing anything bad about it. He only saw that he was making it easier for others to live and so he continued on doing this.

The only exception to his agreeing was his friend—more specifically Michikatsu, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu and his many brothers, Gyokko, Gyutaro, Daki, Nakime and Kaigaku. They were the some of the only people who cared—truly—about Muzan and who constantly protected him as much as they could from people who tried to use him to their own will.

Muzan didn't notice any of this though. But he did know that they were people who would stick by him no matter what—something he was absolutely grateful for and told them everyday.

Michikatsu—also known as Kokushibo within their circle of friends—being the eldest always treated all of them as his younger siblings, telling them to do this and that and making sure they were intact and alright.

All but Muzan whom he treated more as a very close 'friend.'

Everybody else could clearly see the favortism written all over Muzan's face whenever Kokushibo was around, and they let it be.

Muzan didn't notice that either, however.

Now, as the time went on, things began to change.

True, Muzan had never been in the center of attention for selfless reasons and had always only been because people wanted to take advantage of him, but now a rumour had started passing by and Muzan started getting dirty looks from people he didn't even know.

Muzan grew scared to be outside at all as someone would hiss at him that he was a horrible man, that he'd done nothing but bad.

He didn't understand.

And neither did his friends because they had never known Muzan to do anything bad.

One day, one particular person had gone up to Muzan. She looked stern and very mad, dragging two other women with her.

"Do you remember me, Kibutsuji?" she said, glaring into his eyes. She was shorter than him, looking to be almost 5 feet whilst Muzan was at 5"6 at around the age of 16.

"No...?" he said uncertainly.

The girl then made one of the other people stand in front of him. They looked to be siblings, this new woman appeared to be older. She had pink eyes that Muzan decided would probably looking pretty if it weren't for the fact that she was looking at him as if he was going to kill her.

"What about her? Do you remember her? This is my sister Kanae," the first girl said, peeking from around Kanae's shoulder. "You and your little Uppermoon friends killed her."

Muzan looked around for some help but his friends were out somewhere and all around them were only people whispering and glaring at him. "She's alive though..." he pointed out, averting his eyes. What were they talking about?

"Oh really," the girl said. "Listen, both of us were Hashira in our past lives. Both of us died from the same demon. From the same demon you created. You had millions of people killed just so you could be immortal!!" She placed a hand on her hip, her eyes searing into his head. "You are a monster. You deserve to go to hell."

The last girl who hadn't been been introduced was fidgeting with a coin, but at this she slipped around the other two and said, her voice both equally quiet and angry, "I hope you life is it's own hell for all you ever did to all of us."

Muzan backed away against the wall. "I didn't do that! I... don't know what you're talking about! I swear! You have got me mixed up!!" he said, desperately trying to make sense of what was happening. He'd only ever helped people! What did they mean?

"Hmm, maybe you've got it all mixed up," the first girl said, letting her hair down and showing him her clip which was in the shape of a butterfly. "Look at this. And go find your blond friend—Douma. Tell him if butterflies have any sort of significance to him. I'm sure they do because you turned him into a demon. And then you let him go and eat so, so many humans. The butterfly should be a reminder to him of who killed him."

Muzan blinked. "Douma? Douma would never do that! He's very kind!" he insisted, crossing his arms. They could talk bad about him all they wanted but now about his friends!!

"Hmm, kind? Not a word I think of when I think of him. But maybe he was. Maybe he was kind and you turned him to the opposite," the girl said, giving him a cruel smile before stalking away, her hands clasped around the two other girls'.

The whispers around him grew and someone shouted, "I heard he was a cannibal!!"

Muzan shook his head. "I wasn't! I'm not!"

"My grandfather said his mother's father's mother had fought one of his demons!"

"I don't have demons," Muzan pleaded.

"I heard he called himself a demon king," someone else said.

The people seemed to rise up all at once, shouting incoherent threats to him.

They closed in on him and Muzan cowered, feeling terrified. What if he had done all of that? People were to be trusted and he knew that they wouldn't lie about this, right? They must be telling the truth... What if he was such a horrible person after all?

A hand clasped around his wrist and he looked up, dread filling him for a split second. But then Kokushibo's familiar face met his gaze and he stood, being dragged out of the crowd quickly.

"Muzan!!" Kokushibo called back between quick breaths as they ran off. "Are you okay?"

Muzan thought for a moment as they ran and didn't answer until they stop. "Do you think I'm a horrible person like they said I am?" he asked, his voice meek.

Kokushibo narrowed his eyes. "Do I think?" he asked, sounding furious.

Muzan closed his eyes, scared of a reaction. He'd never felt so small before.

"Of course I don't!! You're my best friend! You would never do all that shit!" Kokushibo said.

Muzan opened his eyes to see his friend looking worried and exasperated. "You... don't think so?"

"No!! And even if all what they said is true, it's definitely not about you. They probably got the wrong person." Kokushibo sighed, hugging him tightly. "You worry me, Muzan. Maybe you should just stay at home."

Muzan's cheeks flushed at the physical contact—lately, something about Michikatsu had been making him quite... happy. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice muffled by Kokushibo's shoulder.

"Anytime. Want to go to the library? No one's allowed to shout there so we can have some peace and quiet," Kokushibo said, grinning.

Muzan nodded. "Okay."

~~~

At the library, Kokushibo started roaming the shelves looking for books he might want to read.

Muzan, on the other hand, couldn't get his mind over what had happened earlier. About everyone shouting at him, that is. Not with... with Kokushibo.

He immediately shook his head. No thinking about that now.

He searched through the rows of books until he saw the sign titled, "History."

Here he might find some answers. If he'd done something like this before and had caused people to react like that there must be even a little information about it somewhere here.

After searching through the books, finding a lot of things about everything he didn't want to know about, he found a book with a paper taped onto it that said, in hastily written letters, "May be proclaimed as History and not Historical Fiction." which was interesting enough for Muzan and he quickly took out the book.

He sat down on the floor, not really caring about anything, as he opened the book.

On the spine of the book cover, there were the words, "Demon Slayer" on it, along with the name of the author. (Koyoharu Gotouge?!)

There was a little information over the book and how it was supposedly written based off the character 'Tanjiro' who had actually been real but how the editor had said it must've been simply fiction. It said other things about the author as well that Muzan decided to simply ignore.

He opened the first page, noting that it was a chapter book—quite large as well. He flipped through a couple pages, stopping quite suddenly when he saw a picture somewhere. He went back and nearly gasped as the picture was of a man that looked... almost exactly like him. There were words under it saying it was an illustration of... Muzan Kibutsuji.

He turned his gaze to the words and skimmed the page in a panic.

And there he was, Muzan Kibutsuji. It had to be him. His scent was overly powering and bringing in a deep aura that made me shake from deep in my bones. I lunged forward, grabbing his arm as I shouted, "Muzan Kibutsuji!"

Muzan turned around and his piercing red eyes glared at me for half a second. But then he turned fully and I saw he was carrying a child. A little girl. A human girl. "Dear? What's this about?" a woman asked, a hand on Muzan's shoulder as she peeked around him.

Two humans. They were both humans, I just knew it. But he... he was a demon. There was no mistakening the smell he had, was he... He was hiding amongst the humans.

(Ermmmm pretend this is the part of Asakusa when Tanjiro first meets Muzan LMAO- I didn't know how to write it since kny is a manga :'>)

Muzan's eyes lingered on his name for a minute. He was real, no? This was real.

He skipped more pages towards the end and saw his name again. In this part, he appeared to be fighting the Main Character and the people named 'Hashira.'

Hashira.

Wasn't that what the girl from earlier had said?

Standing suddenly, Muzan held the book tightly to his chest and walked as quickly as he could, his eyes searching for Kokushibo.

When he found him, he said, his voice low and scared, "Koku... I'm a villain."

Kokushibo gave him a perplexed look as Muzan handed him the book. "What? Please don't tell me the people's words have gotten into your head. You're not a villain, you're-"

Muzan didn't necessarily know if he wanted to know the end of the sentence or not and his cheeks flushed as he said hurridly, "Just read some of this."

Kokushibo opened the book at random, still looking confused. He looked down at the page and read a couple words before he looked up at Muzan, his eyes wide. "No, uhm. I'm sure it's just a coincidence it's your name," he said, looking very much concerned.

"It's not!! It's me! There are some pictures in this as well, see?" Muzan said, flipping a couple pages and pointing to a picture of himself transforming into what appeared to be him as a child into an adult. "It's me."

Kokushibo stared at it for a long while, then said, "Oh."

"It's me," he repeated. "Koku... everything anyone had said is true. It's all true. I'm... a monster."

Kokushibo looked up at that, putting the book aside. "Listen, you're not a monster, okay? You're Muzan, the boy who helps everyone even when he shouldn't! You're everything but what they've said. You're not whatever this book is lying about," he insisted, his hands clasped around Muzan's shoulders.

"But I-"

"I won't accept any 'but's' when they're not true at all!" Kokushibo interrupted. "Now, clearly the library isn't where we should be. We can go home now, I'll make you some food."

~~~

Muzan's eyes traced Kokushibo's actions as he cooked. He wondered what it would be like for his friend to cook for him as a boyfrie-

No, no, they could never date. Not when Kokushibo was already getting enough hate as it was.

Muzan sighed, leaning his head on his arms.

"You alright?" Kokushibo asked, placing a bowl of ramen on the table.

"I'm fine," Muzan mumbled, picking up the spoon he was handed. "Thanks."

Kokushibo nodded and sat across from him.

They ate in silence for a while, both consumed in their thoughts.

As Muzan ate, he stared at the noodles in his bowl intently. He wondered if anything would be as it used to be again. He really wished it could be. He really hated this. Hated it too much and wanted to badly for it to be over. Not for himself, no that would be selfish of him, rather for his friends. And his family. He knew it wasn't easy for them either, constantly trying to help him when they should just let him die. It wasn't like he'd been a good person anyways. He had been horrible. He'd killed so many people just so he could be immortal? Wow.

The door opened suddenly, bringing him out of his thoughts.

Kaigaku strode in followed by Gyutaro, both looking rather beaten up but wearing triumphant smiles on their faces.

Kokushibo and Muzan stood at the same time and rushed over to them, concerned.

"What happened?" Kokushibo asked as Kaigaku batted his worried hand away.

"Nothing, nothing. We were only teaching some people talking bad about Muzan here a lesson," Kaigaku said, swerving around them and plopping onto Muzan's chair. "Hey, you finishing this? Can I have it? I'm starving."

Muzan nodded slowly, losing his appetite. "You shouldn't be getting into fights deliberately..." he fussed. "Especially for me."

Gyutaro waved him off. "It's fine, they're liars anyways," he said, grinning and stealing Kokushibo's bowl, grabbing a new spoon.

"Hey, that's mine!!" Kokushibo whined.

"They're not liars," Muzan mumbled as Kokushibo went to chase Gyutaro.

The other three froze and stared at him. "What?" they asked, almost simutaneously.

"They're not liars," he repeated. "It's all true, all what they said."

Kaigaku raised an eyebrow. "Is this your attempt to convince us that we shouldn't be friends with you because it'll cause trouble for us?" he asked, his spoon raised half way to his mouth.

Actually, that was what he was trying to do.

Muzan hesitated.

Kaigaku sighed, dropping his spoon and splashing some of the soup onto the table. "Drop that, it's seriously annoying. And you'd have to kill me to make me stop being your friend," he said.

The word kill reverberated(?..) in Muzan's mind and he flinched. "But that's just it! I killed so many people in my past."

Gyutaro gave him a look. "They're lying."

"They're not," Muzan whispered. He looked up, his eyes glazing over the worried faces of his friends. They didn't deserve having to deal with im. They deserved better. "You guys can go home... Take the food if you want. I'll see you later," he said, basically dismissing them.

Fuck, if he was going to be that rude he was better off dead anyways.

Muzan didn't miss the way they looked at each other with worried gazes before nodding and getting ready to leave.

Gyutaro and Kaigaku filed out the door but Kokushibo stayed back.

"Hey, uhm... Please don't do anything reckless, Muzan. If you need to speak to someone, I'm only one call away. I'll be here if you need me to be," he murmured, hugging Muzan tightly before closing the front door behind him.

And then Muzan was alone, feeling like he could feel the imprint of Kokushibo's arms around him still. He wished Kokushibo hadn't left. But it was better if he had, really.

Making up his mind, Muzan went up to his room and got his notebook and a pencil.

He wrote down quickly, writing a letter to each of his friends and his family. Once he finished, he read them all through, making sure that he hadn't made any mistakes and that he'd listed enough things to show that he did appreciate every little part of them.

He signed them all and folded them up into makeshift envelopes, taping them all shut.

He went and slumped onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow. He would deliver them tomorrow.

~~~

The next day, as he'd promised himself, he went to his friend's houses, handing them the letter and telling them to read it in a few days time—his birthday, actually.

They didn't really think much of it, especially since Kokushibo was the only one who knew his birthday and he probably didn't remember anyways.

Muzan wouldn't have minded that, after all it didn't matter whether or not Kokushibo remembered.

By the time he opened the letter, it would be too late.

~~~

The next few days passed rather quickly and Muzan found himself in a sort of daze as he continued on. He was waiting for the last day, the day he could finally let his friends live in peace.

He found his most battered clothes—deciding his better ones could be given to people who needed them. He didn't need to wear his best clothes if he would just be wasting them by dying in them.

He went out walking, ignoring all the stares he recieved. He had left a letter on his bed in case anyone bothered to look there. Solely a letter of thanks to his family—he'd already written them letters individually but he'd felt it wasn't enough.

It was early morning when he'd set out and so most people were asleep, although the occasional person was around. But when he finally arrived, the sun was already half way up.

He had to hurry, he didn't want them to read the letters before it was true.

He waded into the water, trembling at the coldness that hit his skin.

No. He had no right to be cold when he'd made people suffer before.

He clenched his teeth together and continued into the water, nearly tripping several times before he made it to the point that the water nearly reached his mouth. He held his head up high and bounded forward cautiously.

The water rose to his mouth and he could barely keep it from his nose as he started treading water, keeping himself upright.

He turned back to the town he'd grown up in, bobbing up long enough to murmur, "I'm sorry," before he closed his eyes and mouth, slipping under the water.

The cool water slipped around Muzan and he could feel it soaking into his body. He gave himself a couple seconds to change his mind before he let out a breath and opened his mouth, letting the water flow into his nose as well.

He resisted the urge to go back up, though it pained him to. He'd chosen this specifically because it would be the least messy—his body would just float out into the ocean or sink or something, and probably disintigrate eventually—and because it would still be painful to himself. He deserved more pain but he didn't know how else he'd do it since he wasn't particularily strong. Not now.

He used to be. And he deserved every form of torture he'd ensued(the fact that i don't rlly know what this word is-) over everyone... and more.

And so, as Muzan felt himself slipping out of consciousness as the water flowed into him, he thought of everyone he ever knew—whether the experiences with them were pleasant or not—and thanked them. He apologized over and over as he slipped away from the world of the living.

~~~

Kokushibo was smiling to himself as he ate his breakfast, excited for today.

"Why are you so happy?" Yoriichi asked skeptically.

He said nothing and continued eating, wondering how he might ask out Muzan.

He'd been planning for some time now and had decided, finally, to ask him out. Especially since it was Muzan's birthday.

He felt that he wanted him to have the best day today since every other day had been absolute shit. And besides, he figured Muzan would say yes. He'd noticed him blushing around him so constantly.

Yoriichi leaned on the table, looking annoyed. "By the way, are you going to open that letter Kibutsuji gave you? I heard he gave them to all of his friends," he commented, nodding to himself. "I overheard him telling you to open it today. Or are you smiling because of the letter?"

Kokushibo hadn't, in fact, opened it yet. He'd actually kinda forgotten about it in all his plans. "Right!" he said, abandoning his breakfast going back to his room.

Yoriichi sighed and watched him run upstairs. "He's in love, isn't he," he said to himself, grumbling.

Kokushibo opened the letter cautiously, noting how the paper looked a bit smudged with ink.

His eyes landed on the first words, smiling to himself as he was met with Muzan's handwriting. Willing himself to read it slowly and not only skim through it, he started down the letter, his smile wavering on his face for a while. But as he reached the middle of the paper, it slowly slipped away forming a frown in it's place. The frown deepened to a look of sheer horror and he dropped the letter as his eyes consumed the last word.

He turned abruptly and ran back down, ignoring Yoriichi's questioning looks as he harshly pulled on his shoes and ran out the door in a panic.

Yoriichi glared at him. "What now? Has he gone to confess his love to him?" he said, sighing.

He went upstairs and picked up the letter which looked a bit crumpled at the bottom. He skimmed through it then placed it on the table. "Muzan is a fucking idiot," he said, following his brother's tracks downstairs and out the door.

~~~

Kokushibo knocked furiously at Muzan's door and the fact of a devestated woman met his. She was Muzan's mother.

"Is... Muzan...?" Kokushibo whispered, dread swimming in his stomach.

She looked down. "He's... I think he left home early. He left a note on his bed... And he gave us each one a couple days ago," she mumbled, lifting a paper. It clearly said something different than Kokushibo's but he figured it had some sort of thanks and then apologies and then explanations as he glanced at it.

His face fell and his arms wrapped around his stomach. "He's dead?" he said, his voice coming out cracked.

Muzan's mother flinched at that but Kokushibo was too preocupied to notice. Muzan was dead.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and he turned, numb inside.

Yoriichi gave the woman an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for you loss, Mrs.Kibutsuji. I'll... take my brother now," he said pulling Kokushibo away.

~~~

Kokushibo found himself in a park sitting next to Yoriichi who was glaring at the ground.

"Yorii?" he said hoarsely.

Yoriichi glanced at him. "Hm?"

"Why did he die?"

He sighed. "He was worrying too much about you, I guess."

"But why? He had only to worry about himself! He didn't have to worry about me—us—anyone but himself! He was getting the threats. He was getting all of the hate and yet... he did this for us?? He didn't say once in the whole letter that he died because he couldn't handle it for himself anymore! He said it all because he was worried about the lashback on us!! He was worried about us when he should've worried about himself!!" Kokushibo spat, glaring at the ground.

"Michi, he was a selfless fuck in this time. He used to be... otherwise, but he changed, I suppose." Yoriichi looked at his brother with a look of pity that had nothing to do with Muzan. "But he's gone and you can't change that or the reason for it."

"No!! He can't have died!!" Kokushibo looked up. "I can't let him die!" he decided, standing abruptly.

Yoriichi stood as well and his voice came out more of a command, "Kokushibo. I want you to sit down."

At the nickname—the name Michikatsu had heard most of from Muzan, he felt himself break. He sat down and Yoriichi stood in front of him with a stern look.

"He's gone and you cannot change that. You can't change the fact that he was who he was. I need you to think about it. Just accept it. I don't care how hard it will be, but you have to accept it. You'll just pain yourself more if you don't." Yoriichi's eyes were narrowed in a glare but when his brother started to cry, his gaze softened. He wrapped his arms around MIchikatsu, feeling that he couldn't bear him to cry over so dead person.

Michikatsu sobbed into Yoriichi's hug, letting himself pour out. "I was going to tell him I loved him," he said between hiccups. "I was... I was going to..."

"Shh," Yoriichi murmured, "don't talk until you're ready."

And it was quite a few minutes until he was ready, but when he was, he rubbed at his eyes and looked up at his brother.

"Today was his birthday," Michikatsu mumbled. "He... on his birthday. I'm sure he did that on purpose."

Yoriichi gave him a sympathetic look. "Perhaps he did. But we will never know. Why don't you... invite your friends over to our house? I'm sure they'll need some help through this as much as you do. Take yourselves through the process together, at least," he suggested.

Michikatsu had never known his brother to give Muzan any sort of proper acknowledgement and at that, he was surprised. But he nodded and stood, pretending not to notice all the people around them staring.

"Alright... Will you help me call them?"

Yoriichi nodded. "Of course."

~~~

Dear Koku,

Or Michikatsu? Kokushibo? What do I call you?

I always wanted to call you my lover.

I know it's quite sudden, but I really love you. I have hoped against hope that one day I could tell you. But I couldn't tell you when everybody was hating you for being my friend—and I feared their reaction if you were dating me. If you did like me, of course.

But there was a reason I said nothing, and I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable knowing I've been crushing on you for a while now though you may not like me in that way at all.

I just found myself so deeply in love with you all the time and you were most likely one of the main reasons I've been able to make it quite so far in my life.

I always loved how you were. How you act, how you talk, how you walk... everything. You were always just so beautiful to me. I'm sure others see you like this as well. How could they miss such and amazing person?

I adore you with all my heart and my being and my mind. I want to stay here with you forever but I know that would only bring pain to you for being seen with me. I know you don't want to be targetted for knowing me as much as I don't want you to be hated on because I love you.

Yes... I love you. Too much for my heart to handle sometimes. You make me so happy and I want to live so much longer with you by my side.

But I can't.

I can't live, Koku. I want you, and everyone else, to be content. If me being dead brings happiness to people, then why not give them a time to be happy?

I know how much you'd blame yourself for this though it was purely my own decision, so I need you to know that everything you've done for me has made me ever the most happiest person alive. I need you to know that you're worth everything, every breath, every smile, every little moment. So please keep living for me. Please don't blame yourself.

Make a life you can live in happiness with me gone now. Make a life you can grow up as someone known as the amazing Koku and not the Person Who Made Friends with Kibutsuji. Please be happy for... for anything you love.

You're very dear to me, and I love you, Kokushibo. I love you so, so much.

I promise to think of you till the very end.

You may not see me anymore, but I promise that I'll be watching you. I'll make sure your life goes as heavenly as possible because you are heaven. You're the greatest person to exist.

I love you, Michikatsu Tsugikuni.

I love you.

In hopes of your well being and greatest happiness, Muzan Kibutsuji.

{Word count: 4825}

I thought I had not motivation

Ig i lied to myself (my motivation always tends to come when i have to finish my hw the same day!!)

ngl this was both depressing to write and fun

and i hate it but i love it yk?

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tojifile · 10 months

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ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ Request event until 100 followers !

A/N: I'd first like to thank everyone for following, sharing, and liking my content, I appreciate it all. I will be working on the requests I had previously along with the new requests.

Characters from BSD, HQ, KNY, TBHK, CSM and other animangas are welcome (preferably mangas)

Stories I will write: Hurt-Comfort, Angst, Fluff HC, Suggestive, Oneshot, Toxic, Thriller, and AU (may consider smut)

Stories I will not write: Under 15 character x reader, character x character (people have questionable ships so I'm not taking chances, but I may reconsider), character x reader (where the character has a canon relationship), and some fetish

requests: closed // followers: 100 // status: wip reqs

Spontaneous post: 07/05/23 22:42PM GMT+8 Philippine Standard Time

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solandistar · 10 months

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Mother.

basically your family was killed by kibutsuji but he decided to spare you since you were pretty. and the uppermoons grew attached and viewed you as their mother.

MANGA SPOILERS

sanemi might be a bit occ but whatever

gender-neutral reader?? no pronouns are used for reader besides 'Mother" and long hair doesn't relate to gender lol, but the rapunzel thing was just to give you and idea of what you might possible look like lol

Mother, was if anything, the most beautiful demon there was. Mother's long, flowing hair was rapunzel length, as it could be found almost all over the infinity castle. Mother refused to eat any human flesh, so most of the uppermoons besides upper three, akaza, mainly because of his ideologies of respecting and not bringing any harm to women; and upper one, kokushibou, because he didn't really care and respected Mother; found Mother weird.

Mother wasn't a member of the twelve kizuki, but muzan liked Mother and let Mother reside in the infinity castle anyways. Mother was a personal servant to lord muzan.

Mother died willingly, in the infinity castle arc, to the hands of sanemi shinazugawa.

but not before Mother asked to have a small conversation with the wind hashira, since it had been what might've been centuries since Mother had last talked to another person besides muzan and his uppermoons. while sanemi shinazugawa was undeniably angry, Mother's presence felt similar to his own mother's, so he allowed Mother to have a conversation with him while he explored the castle, looking for kibutsuji. Mother gave him some intel on what exactly muzan was looking for, and what his goal was. after their chat was finished, Mother got on Mother's knees and asked shinazugawa to slay Mother.

"I have lived too long, underneath his lord's command to continue on. I hope that you will slay my lord, and i wish you the bestest of luck in your hope and bright future." as shinazugawa sliced Mother's head clean off, he waited for Mother's final words before leaving.

"Thank you, Shinazugawa."

after Mother had faded away, sanemi decided to grab Mother's hairpin as a small remembrance of Mother, as if to teach himself a lesson. for what, however, he did not know.

somewhere in the castle, while muzan was still hiding in his web of his mere flesh, something shook him. he didn't know why. then he realized why. his personal servant, his favorite and most loyal demon, had been killed.

a sudden emptiness washed over all the uppermoons. when they realized why, anger filled their minds.

akaza was undeniably angry. 'how dare these slayers take Mother away.' akaza thought angrily. 'why is this feeling so familiar?' akaza thought to himself in confusion, as the feeling of losing Mother seemed so familiar, for a reason he could not remember.

douma, for the first time in his entire lifetime felt emotion. was it anger? sadness? grief? he did not know, for he had never felt human emotion before. maybe a mix of them all. then, he noticed he was more aggressive with his attacks and movements. his voice sounded that of irritation. he was angry.

kokushibou, wasn't angry, but to say he was merely irritated was an understatement. a companion he viewed as a friend. as family. finally, there was something yoriichi was beat at. but why did it have to be this way?

kaigaku, was angry. within the short time he had known Mother, he had grown attached. kaigaku was an orphan, so he never knew what it was like to have a mother, not until he met Mother. and hell, he was so unfathomably angry.

now, the demon slayer corps had really pissed the uppermoons off.

they killed Mother.

#kny sanemi #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny muzan #demon slayer muzan #muzan kibutsuji #upper moons #kokushibo #akaza kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kimestu no yaiba #kaigaku #drabble #angst #character death #michikatsu tsugikuni #kokushibou #kimetsu sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa

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lavenderdrxp · 4 months

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"And I'm the idiot with the painted face..."

summary: it ended in front of you.

warnings: it's a modern au. mentions of death, bullying, heartbreak, bad writing, blood and slight cursing.

(He is so prettyyyy)

funny, is it not?

it's almost funny that everything seems to be ending and when there is no hope left. It's almost funny that everyday life loves to slap you across your face as if to tell you your worth over and over again. when those faces look at you with that predatory gaze. their grins remind of those of the monsters which you have seen in movies.

those looks, they reminded you that of those animals who were to feed on their helpless prey. they sure were scary. every plea for forgiveness or yell for help would amuse them further and going against them would fuel their anguish.

everyday bruises were left as a reminder.

then you decided to hide it. putting on make up to hide bruises. it didn't sound bad.

reaching out for help was of no use...if you were only to be brushed off.

So, you decide to let it be.

It's fine, bruises can be hidden and healed.

but you know what's more funny?

when life decides to give you a hope.

there he came in like a shimmer of hope. the very first rays of sun which fall on earth to free it from the unjust holds of dark. which held you in it's hold of warmth. ab embrace with a promise of protection from the evil lurking in the dark.

he shined the brightest.

a knight in shining armor.

a savior.

a hope.

the sun himself.

"stop that." his voice cut through the ties of silence of oppression and pain giving. you slowly looked up with now your empty looking and tear filled (eye color) eyes which once held the warmth of swirling comfort and emotions. a shaky breath left your now bruised lips. your head was pounding with pain and tiredness.

there was a long pause of silence before he spoke again.

"what is so amusing about this?" the same deep voice from earlier spoke- but this time it held an underlying wrath. his voice held the power which could silence anyone. it held such authority. a single sentence from him earlier was enough to stop everyone as you witnessed. "what do you get from tormenting that innocent girl who did nothing to you?"

those blurry faced monsters looked at the new saviour who stood a few meters away. a scoff was heard from them, followed cracking of knuckles. a huff was heard from the girl who was gripping your- now ruined- hair as she tugged on them harshly causing you to let out a shaky whimper in pain.

"what do you want? I would suggest you to leave and mind your own business rather than interfering with ours. believe me- it's for your own good." a male cocky voice spoke laced with annoyance.

there was a brief moment of silence as the new saviour spoke again.

"let her go." he sternly demanded. you tried to take a glance at your saviour only for your face to be pulled away from his direction.

a girl beside you tugged on your hair harshly as she was keeling next to your figure which was slumped against the corridor wall. "did I said that you could look up?" the girl sneered at you and you shut your eyes close once again.

"you think you can just play hero and order us around? and you even expected us to do so just by acting scary or shit? you must be delusional." a crack of knuckles followed by confident footsteps echoed in the corridor.

the arrogant male raised his fist at the taller male to punch him. he moved his hand swiftly. only to be held in place by the towering male.

"huh? y-you fucker!" the bully tried to hit him multiple times which were responses by dodges or blocks. his other companion joined the fight as it was 2vs1 now. swift punches and kicks were thrown one after another. until-

THUD!

there was a cold moment of silence. the empty hallway now radiated fear accompanied by another emotion which was dominant of the two without any doubt- anger.

another guy from the bullies hesitated few quick steps before leaping on the saviour- only to be met with the same fate as the two from before.

the grip on your hair started to loose.

"I will repeat only once- release her." your hair were released from the grip permanently followed by multiple retreating footsteps.

your head was spinning. was it the end? you did not dare to open your eyes again- you were too tired to do so. another shaky breath left your mouth.

a call made you jolt up and finally open your eyes.

"let me get you to infirmary."

only to be met with a pair of most beautiful maroon eyes, as their holder was kneeling to match your level, staring back at you with a stuble gentleness and nonchalance. you could only state in surprise as your saviour finally opened his mouth to speak something.

maybe it was your lack of energy to do anything or maybe it was just his face which was seemed so mesmerizing at that moment.

you could only stare at his perfectly framed face which was adorned by short bangs which fell from edges of his forehead and ended at the border of his eyebrows adjacent to side bangs which ended at his cheekbones which gave you full view of his eyes and what seemed to be a birthmark at the corner of his upper left corner of his forehead- which resembled dancing flames.

his wavey burgundy hair were tied into a long ponytail which flowers down his back. he was attired in the same school uniform as you- of course he wore the male version of the fit.

he would be the most beautiful person you have ever met in your life. even models and film actors were no match of him.

he was just- otherworldly.

and that is how you had your first interaction with him.

the one and only, yoriichi tsugikuni.

love. hatred. anguish. sadness. these are what we call emotion. non living yet effective. just a game of hormones but somehow they tend to make living worthwhile. especially, love.

that fleeting feeling in chest directed towards a particular person. how beautiful everything seems when this emotion suddenly swells up in our heart. everything becomes more radiant. livings becomes easier. everything becomes easier. just because of that emotion directed towards certain someone.

going through the phase of this emotion was definitely pleasant.

or well, till a certain point.

when this pleasant flutters of hearts become painful aches growing day by day.

it felt like you were stabbed in the heart.

you did remember seeing him before a couple of times in the school but you never really properly acknowledged or minded his presence before. you barely remembered or noticed him around. life was too much already to deal with. you just avoided him like everybody else.

you are not rude. you are just too tired to deal with anything or anyone. your lack of confidence was enough to make you ignorant about presence of others around you.

he was just a nobody to you.

until that fateful day.

he saved you.

and honestly it surprised you. nobody actually cared about you. then why suddenly he decides to show up and play hero. it sure made you a little bit suspicious.

yes. trusting was hard.

then why-

"I was never aware your condition and the circumstances you go through before... neither did I pity you for how you were treated when I happened to pass by the incident...it just angered me ....to see how innocent people are mistreated by those who hold power. it was wrong."

the breeze blew gently as the evening hues sneaked in from the open window and hugged the surroundings, immersing them in the shade of lovely pinks. as those rays of light fell upon him illuminating him with warm shades of the lovely sunset.

he looked so angelic as he was sitting in front of you at a short distance as you yourself were laying on the hospital bed. you could just stare at him as he said those words and how he looked back in your eyes.

unknown to him and known to you that how your heart was thumping oh so lovingly at him as his words hit you somehow. he didn't so that because you were special, sure. but at least...he did something. something which no one ever did for you.

"thank you ..." as soon as those words left your mouth a big and gentle smile paved it's way up to your face. first time in a while you have now wholeheartedly smiled. because of his actions towards you and for you. because of him.

he was...someone to you now...

somehow, the interactions between you two grew. starting from random talks after you decided to give him something in return for his help and kindness. greetings and acknowledgment of each other's presences.

you both did started to bond over.

you started to open up a bit to him. he didn't seemed to mind.

he was rather a quite guy. he never spoke much about himself but he did listened to you speaking. he would be listening to you as quietly as ever not replying unless you ask him something. but you didn't minded it though. at least you had someone to talk to even though it's not much.

it's not like you just went on telling him everything after you started talking. it would be just small talks about things here and there and he never told you off. he didn't seemed to mind your presence. even though his silence could be mistaken but somehow you know he doesn't means anything bad, he just is not good at interacting and rather likes to act as an silent observer.

though there was never an ounce of emotion from him.

he was somewhat of a friend to you.

you never forced him to open up. sometimes you would be silently sitting next to each other in cafeteria and just minding your food but it would be somewhat enjoyable at least.

he was like a closed book which you could not read but he drew you towards him.

you never felt like this before. you were finally somewhat happy. it was as if heavens decided to bless you with the presence of such an angel of a person. you felt blessed.

overtime you caught feelings for him.

and it hurt you as much as it pleased you.

knowing that he... could never reciprocate your feelings was suffocating. it was eating you up slowly as if a slow death.

months flew and the silent death embraced you.

"tsugikuni-san -!" your world shattered.

your body went rigid and your raised hand froze midway as the grocery bag fell from your hands down on the road. it was as if you were suddenly stabbed in your stomach from a knife which twisted in your guts and slowly penterated your skin up you where your heart was. claws griped your heart and ripped it out.

your eyes wide in shock of the moment when a scenery of the man of your heart and an angelic looking girl kissing him as he was holding her close to himself and a small smile evident on his face as he did so struck in front of your eyes.

everything shattered.

he already had someone to love and care and you were there standing like a fool in the middle of road. they looked perfect. made for each other. a pair of lovers made by god himself.

you made a fool of yourself again. you loved him like he was your world, your everything from past few months. you tried to made yourself look more presentable and beautiful. you tried mame him crack a smile. you tried to be close to him. your tried everything.

only to be fooled by the fate itself.

funny, isn't it?

CRASH!

everything blurred as the red spilled over. the same color which complimented his features and adorned him. voices of panick and rushing were heard but it didn't mattered.

what mattered was already snatched.

oh, how the hope was false.

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brightymir · 2 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐬𝐜𝐬]

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

》 genre: angst

》 — muzan, kokushibo, douma, akaza

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

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

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

❄︎ muzan kibutsuji

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and he felt it.

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

and he heard it.

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

and he saw it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

❄︎ kokushibo / michikatsu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he was pulled into a trance at that moment.

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

and he felt it.

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

and he heard it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ah.

you were once his. and he was once yours.

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

however, there was no point in dwelling on them.

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

❄︎ douma

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

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

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

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

and robbed your nephew of a mother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and his fangs piercing through your flesh.

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

you felt the venom spread through your veins.

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

you felt your heart beat stop.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

something was not right.

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

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

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

❄︎ akaza

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what?

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

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

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

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

ah, shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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