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Does Muzan have a favorite or do the three of them love equally?
Koku is the favorite
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Twilight Reverie: Muzan gives Kokushibo silent affection
Once upon a time, in a world teeming with the relentless whispers of demons and the fierce cries of demon slayers, there existed two beings whose power and presence ignited fear and awe in all who crossed their paths. Kokushibo, a masterful swordsman with a heart as cold as steel, stood as a solitary figure of strength and prowess. Muzan, the enigmatic leader of the demonic realm, commanded the respect and terror of all who dared to defy him.
On a night when the moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver light upon the earth below, a shadow of sorrow fell upon Kokushibo's usually composed features. His eyes, usually sharp and unyielding, now shimmered with a hint of melancholy, drawing the attention of Muzan, who could not ignore the unspoken turmoil that brewed within his loyal servant.
In a rare display of vulnerability, Muzan delved into Kokushibo's mind, attempting to unravel the labyrinth of emotions that clouded his warrior's heart. Yet, to his astonishment, Kokushibo's thoughts proved to be a tumultuous sea of memories and feelings, a tempest that even Muzan, with his mind-reading abilities, struggled to navigate.
Driven by a mixture of curiosity and concern, Muzan approached Kokushibo beneath the moon's watchful gaze. Wordlessly, he extended a hand towards his stoic companion, a gesture of intimacy and tenderness rarely seen from the demon king himself.
Kokushibo, taken aback by the unexpected gesture of kindness, met Muzan's gaze with a blend of shock and gratitude, his facade of indifference beginning to crumble in the face of such unexpected compassion. In that fleeting moment, as Muzan's touch brushed against his brow, Kokushibo felt a surge of warmth and understanding flood his veins, dispelling the shadows of his inner turmoil.
Muzan, whose reputation as a merciless ruler hung heavy upon his shoulders, found solace in the simple act of offering solace to his steadfast follower. The realization dawned upon him that even the most unyielding warriors bore scars that ran deep, wounds that could only be healed by the gentle hands of empathy and care.
As they sat together, bathed in the moon's silvery glow, the walls of stoicism and hostility between Kokushibo and Muzan began to crumble, revealing the fragile strands of a bond that transcended their roles as adversaries. In the stillness of the night, amidst the chaos and violence that defined their existence, an unspoken understanding bloomed between two beings who shared a history steeped in conflict and a silent bond woven from threads of companionship and solidarity.
I hope you all enjoyed this; I worked hard on it. This story was requested by one of my best friends! I also chose the picture because I found it on Pinterest and thought it was so cute. 💗💗💗
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Silly antics | {KokuZan}
Theme: Floof? Sillies?
Note: I like feeling bad when I don't satisfy everyone's needs /j (i'm sorry for not writing KokuZan for so long and since I can't find it in myself to write a 1000 word oneshot, so have a short one for the time being)
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"How do you look like in your final form?" Kokushibo asked curiously.
He lay on his back, Muzan sprawled on top of him, a blanket draped over the two lazily. They had been lying here for a while now, bored as they waited for the sun to set.
Muzan propped himself up with his elbows, placing one on either side of his boyfriend's torso. "Why do you ask?"
"I'm just wondering," Kokushibo commented, his eyes flicking down to meet Muzan's. "You talk about it a lot, but I've never seen it."
Muzan smirked. "Because you would drop dead at how amazing I look," he teased, adding a slight toss of his head at the end.
Kokushibo laughed. "I'm sure I would."
"Anyways, I only plan to use it if necessary. Which will probably not be the case," Muzan remarked, laying his head on his Uppermoon's chest, closing his eyes.
"Ah. Can I see it anyhow?" Kokushibo asked, his arms snaking down to Muzan's waist.
"Ehh, later," Muzan said dismissively.
"Alright." Kokushibo sat up, moving Muzan's legs around his hips and pulling him into a kiss.
Muzan flushed, pulling away. "The hell was that for?! I wanted to lie down!"
Kokushibo raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one who can read my mind?"
"Yeah... But you did ask for some privacy! So I've been resisting it," Muzan insisted. "I'm not reading your mind 24/7."
"Mhmm," Kokushibo hummed, placing a light kiss on Muzan's bottom lip, smiling vaguely. "Your loss."
"What is that supposed to mean?!" Muzan whined, wrapping his arms around the Uppermoon's neck and resting his head upon Kokushibo's shoulder.
"Hm. If you read your mind, you would see a beauty marking every corner of it," he said, placing a kiss on Muzan's cheek.
"Eh?? Who?!" Muzan said, suddenly suspicious.
Kokushibo laughed. "You, idiot," he said affectionately. "You get jealous? Didn't realize it." (muzan is so me)
"Fuck off!" Muzan said, huffing. He pulled away from Kokushibo, crossing his arms. His cheeks were brushed with pink and he looked like a child—pouting.
"Mm, I don't think I'll do that," Kokushibo said, kissing Muzan's jaw tenderly.
"...Stop kissing me!" Muzan ordered.
"Why?" Kokushibo asked, leaning back against the mountain of pillows he'd placed behind him earlier.
"Because... Because..." Muzan tried. "I hate you!"
"Mhm. I love you too."
"Fuck you!" he complained, pushing Kokushibo down so he slipped off the pillow mountain and fell onto the floor.
"I can fuck y-"
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Muzan shouted, his face redder than his eyes.
Kokushibo burst out in laughter, scooting towards Muzan again and patting him reassuringly. "I'll stop," he said.
Muzan huffed.
"Okay, let's do something else. Will you show me your final form now?" Kokushibo asked, tilting his head.
"...Fine," Muzan decided, standing.
"Alright. Do I have to, like, move back..?" he asked.
"Uhh... Good question," Muzan said, placing his hands on his hips. "I don't know."
"I- What?"
"I've never showed anyone, I usually do this in private just to test out what I can do or some shit," Muzan said, waving it off. "Nevermind, just go outside of the room and I'll tell you when you can come back in."
"Why?-" Kokushibo asked, although he headed towards the door.
"Because my final form is embarrassing, and I don't want you to see me transforming," Muzan exlpained, pushing him out and shutting the door.
Kokushibo waited patiently for a couple minutes until he heard Muzan shout, "You can come in now!!"
Kokushibo turned and opened the door, walking inside. He froze when he saw Muzan there, his top half bare and bottom half and arms were pitch-black. His hair was long (would it be white? In the manga, he was confused why it was still white (which ended up being the bc of his aging)) and wavy, and he had what appeared to be many mouths scattered upon his body.
"Ah," Kokushibo said, at loss for words.
"What kind of reaction is that?!" Muzan whined, shutting the door and pulling Kokushibo towards him.
"Uh. I don't know," Kokushibo admitted. He slipped a hand behind Muzan's ear, drawing his head up to look at him. "Mm, you did stun me with your beauty—or amazingness, as you'd said."
Muzan turned beet red. "You said you would stop!"
"I lied," Kokushibo murmured, kissing him gently.
"You little fucker," Muzan hissed between kisses, though he didn't protest any further as Kokushibo pulled him down to the futon they'd been laying on, running his hand through the long, white locks.
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I was so suddenly apt to keeping this chapter short that i ended it randomly💀
love you alllllllll<3333
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Needy
KokuZan (Kokushibo x Muzan)
NSFW/18+
creampie+deepthroat/blowjob+etc..
I forgot I had tumblr..
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Kokushibo felt... different today. Needy was more the word but he would kneel upon the wrath of Yoriichi before he admitted such a thing to himself. Or anyone, really.
Although that wasn't true, was it? Perhaps he would admit it to someone. Only if he was told to, of course.
And so he walked, his erection shifting uncomfortably against his clothes, making him wince ever so slightly.
It was a small movement, very unnoticable and probably wouldn't have been seen if Muzan hadn't been the one to summon Kokushibo to him with similar needs as his Uppermoon.
"Kokushibo," Muzan said as the Uppermoon dipped into a bow before him. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" the addressed demon repeated, confused though he had a hunch of what His Lord had meant.
"You want something and you must tell me what it is," Muzan said, his intentions otherwise.
"I... I want you, Master," Kokushibo mumbled, knowing if he said anything else he'd be punished—though he wasn't completely against the idea if he said so himself.
"Do you, now?" the Demon Lord asked, although he'd known already.
Kokushibo nodded nevertheless, his face burning in embarrassment. This always happened. Always.
"Say it aloud, Kokushibo. Say it or I won't do anything about it."
"...Yes, Master."
"Good boy. Now tell me what you want," Muzan said, a cruel smile forming on his lips. Kokushibo was his favorite entertainment.
"I want you, Master. I want you for... for myself," Kokushibo said quietly.
Muzan nodded. "Very well. I will see to your request. Sit down, Kokushibo."
"On the floor?"
"On the floor," he confirmed.
Kokushibo did just that, settling into a sitting-kneeling position, his head bowed down in submission.
Muzan stood in front of him, unbuckling his pants and slipping them off, watching it pile onto the floor. He fondled with his own cock for a moment, loving the longing expression on Kokushibo's face before he said, his voice commanding and stern as if he wasn't asking someone to fuck him, "Suck."
Kokushibo's mouth latched onto his Master's cock and he sucked obediently, with each motion the dick dug deeper into his throat, eventually hitting the back of it. Then, quite easily as if he was used to it—because he was, and the pain that was supposed to hit him then was a lot less given his rank as a demon—he deepthroated Muzan, his tongue swirling in random motions, trying his best to please his Master.
"Ngh... Fuck," Muzan moaned, his hand digging into Kokushibo's scalp, tugging at his hair. "Don't stop..."
Kokushibo continued, his six eyes fluttering as he resisted the urge to pull away, his Master's cock pressed against is uvula uncomfortably, urgingly.
It was getting harder for the Uppermoon to breathe, he could practically feel him down his throat with each thrust into his warm mouth.
Kokushibo's hands gripped onto Muzan's thighs and held them tightly, balancing himself, nails gripping onto the flesh tightly.
He could taste his Master's precum as he pulled the cock from his mouth, desperate for a little air.
Muzan raised an eyebrow. "Did I allow you to stop?" he asked, his voice commanding with a quiver of annoyance.
Kokushibo bowed his head. "...No, Master, my apologies," he mumbled, moving to continue.
Muzan moved away, grabbing Kokushibo by the neck, suddenly, and spinning him around so his back faced Muzan.
"Kokushibo," he said quietly, tearing off the Uppermoon's clothes, carelessly tossing them aside.
"Yes, Master?" he said, his cheeks flushing at his sudden nudity, unsure how to feel about his body being out in the open once more.
Muzan slipped a finger into Kokushibo's mouth who sucked on them obediently. The demon lord pulled his hand away, fingering with his demon's asshole for a minute, slipping in two fingers at once, using the salive as lube.
Kokushibo closed his eyes as Muzan started a scissoring motion in attempt to open it up more.
He slipped in a third finger and the Uppermoon bit back a gasp, not having done this in a while.
Muzan smirked and said, "You think that's enough?"
Kokushibo did not. But he nodded, desperate for the sexual attention to himself now.
His Master nodded, deciding he didn't give a fuck that this was just his demon being needy, and lined his cock up with Kokushibo's ass, giving the Uppermoon a split second for readying before he shoved inside, cursing under his breath at the tightness.
"Have you not fingered yourself, Kokushibo?" Muzan asked, his voice strained as he slowly thrusted into his demon, trying to get more comfortable.
Kokushibo's thoughts were muddled and he nodded shakily, his hands clutching onto Muzan's desk tightly, practically crushing it.
"Ahh, fuck," Muzan complained. "Fine."
His hips moved quickly and he quickly found himself thrusting into Kokushibo's prostate causing his Uppermoon to let out a string of unholy sounds, both demon's minds practically melting in the midst of pleasure.
Muzan continued, his pace somehow quickening till they looked almost blurred in their movement, moans filling the room and bouncing back at them.
And finally—after a couple minutes—Muzan said, between quick breaths, "I'm going to cum, Kokushibo... Will... Is it alright? In... you?"
Kokushibo, barely registering this, bobbed his head slightly, though he wasn't quite sure what the question was.
The demon lord let out a breath and came inside the Uppermoon, both of their bodies seemingly relaxing simutaneously with a soft sigh.
Muzan pulled out and turned Kokushibo around to kiss him.
"Hm, up for more?" he asked, noting how Kokushibo was still hard.
Kokushibo nodded eagerly and Muzan smiled—a cocky sort of smile as he led Kokushibo to the desk.
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What's your favorite demon slayer ship?
Kokushibo × Muzan
I made a Fankid for them.
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husband yamato headcanons bcs i love him and i'm very normal about him i swear
small warning for hinted posessiveness/controling behavior.
ʚ🫀ɞ the married life with yamato would be no exaggeration of having the perfect husband. even while having such a taxing occupation as running the twilight order (not to mention his other jobs), he fufills his duty of a doting, benevolent spouse with ease.
ʚ🫀ɞ gifting you sweet little offertories that tie to your intrests, showering you with endless affection and adoration as soon as he enters your shared home from working, even taking you out to various restaurants when he's feeling extra loving.
ʚ🫀ɞ but of course, he would much rather indulge in you within the walls of the humble home you both share. everything that he could ever need is there, and no prying eyes to discern his actions of affection.
ʚ🫀ɞ not that he would care if said acts of fondness for you were witnessed by strangers, he almost never leaves the house with you without his hand confining your waist or it being on the small of your back.
ʚ🫀ɞ his love languages? physical touch and acts of service without a doubt. it is almost impossible for yamato to keep his hands off of you.
ʚ🫀ɞ he touches each trace of your face, chin, hips, and thighs with care, a contently warm smile curls upon his lips as he admires every curve, scar, and mark on your body as if you were an irresitible fruit. to him, you were the epitomy of perfection.
ʚ🫀ɞ his acts of service is as equally as displayed as his physical affection. you want food? he'll cook your favorite meals. you want a specific something from a store? consider it already purchased. don't even mention the house chores, he does them before you even notice.
ʚ🫀ɞ now, with as lovely as yamato is, everyone has their pros and cons. yamato is no exception to that.
ʚ🫀ɞ for starters, it is no suprise that he is a posessive and controlling man. after he had been freed from his controlling adoptive father kokuzan after his death, yamato has never felt more than to be in need of power.
ʚ🫀ɞ everything that surrounds him shall be bound to his hand if he so desires. his organization, his younger sister; and you.
ʚ🫀ɞ according to his autonomy, he is only so controlling and posessive to keep you close, and to never allow you to slip through the cracks of having a illusory fling with anyone else. you are his spouse, after all. you two are dedicated to each other until death, just as your vows said.
ʚ🫀ɞ at times, the way you act unruly when it comes to this side of him tempts him to use that music box. despite his thin-threaded patience, he is reluctant to inflict its power on you. sure, he has done it once or twice to brusque your frustration, but the consequential uses of the box hits him beforehand.
ʚ🫀ɞ the last thing yamato ever wants to do is make you suffer, and to tear apart this marriage. he cannot afford to sacrifice the one thing he loves and cherishes because of his selfish, power hungry desire to keep you to himself and in his hands.
ʚ🫀ɞ yamato loves you dearly to the moon and back, and he would be willing to anything you ask of him to prove that fact. but you don't have to; you knew that from the moments you said 'yes' and 'I do'.
closing notes: eee first time posting my writing, hoping i did decently and hope that y'all liked it!
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I’ve had a silly Dislyte AU bumming around in my head for ages and I need to get it out NOW
This is gonna get long so it’s under the cut-
Tang Yun: Swaps with Yamato. Once Kokuzan’s right hand man, he succeeded in killing him and now has possession of the music box. Insane and obsessive, he planned for days for the moment he finally held the music box and could leave the life of an assassin with his brother behind. But above all, he wants to live a quiet life away from everyone and everything with Tang Xuan. Unfortunately, through many turns of events, he can’t leave the assassin jig just yet. No matter, if it means keeping his brother safe, he’d do it for the rest of his life.
Yuuhime: Swaps with Tang Yun. Growing up, she dreamed of being a hero like the ones she saw on tv. Yamato was less enthusiastic, but once both transformed into Espers, they went to Esper Acadamy. In the blink of an eye, Yamato outshined her. He with new friends and fame, and her with no friends and no recognition, her jealously and distance grew. Why did he get to be the beloved hero when he never wanted to be, but she got thrown to the side? She wouldn’t have that, so she defected to the Shadow Degree, where her want, no, need, for revenge grows by the day. She’s a respected Esper in the Shadow Degree, being seen as intimidating. In reality, she’s just shy and doesn’t know how to make her face look less scary.
Tang Xuan: Swaps with Yuuhime. Even though he’s usually reserved and quiet, one of his rare smiles will definitely bring warmth to even the coldest people. Even before Tang Yun obtained the music box, one of his shadow clones was always near Tang Xuan. His innocent and delicate frame is a red herring, because he can easily take on almost anyone or thing. Similarly to his brother, he wants to live a quiet life, but he also wants to make lifelong friends. Even from a young age, he was never able to make friends, and the incident didn’t help. Worst of all, he can’t ever stop thinking about his parents. Despite all his misfortunes and horrible life, he always tries to stay positive.
Yamato: Swaps with Tang Xuan. The reluctant hero, he always acts happy and cheerful until doors are closed, then he completely changes. Angry, bitter, but mostly disappointed in himself, not a soul at the Esper Union messes with him when he’s in one of his “moods.” Even the hot-headed Li Ling, who is one of the few people who’ve broken past Yamato’s cold exterior, doesn’t mess with him. He vows to find Yuuhime and apologize, and bring her back to the Union. Even if she resists, he’ll make sure she’ll come home.
#Dislyte#Dislyte AU#this stupid AU has been bouncing around in my head like a dvd screen for the last 2 months#I’ll talk about swap yuuxuan too heheheh#Dislyte tang Xuan#dislyte Yuuhime#Dislyte tang yun#Dislyte Yamato
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are kokoshibo and muzan a thing?
they can be
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I liked that bounty
Oh wow sorry Kokuzan that was accident! I didn't mean to shock you
You know how it is with the weather lately, it's really messing with my powers
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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."
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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?
#kokuzan#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#sillyness#demon slayer#fluff#angst#uppermoons#demons#trigger warning death#muzan#muzan kibutsuji x kokushibo#reincarnation#muzan kibutsuji#kokushibo#michikatsu#modern au#modern#kokushibo x muzan#gay#gay ships
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not a huge fan of kokuzan but I would eat my own liver to obtain this art style
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Just some thoughts about Dislyte's prettiest boy
I swear I fucking love that sly bitch. I finished two of the Yamato's bounties today and what they did was making him even more likable. The part where he fakes the food poisoning from the fugu sashimi, just to see how Kokuzan would react, is priceless to me (probably because I do that shit too). Also the bounty that I mentioned in the previous post, where Yuuhime finds the bird and helps it, makes you understand how he really perceives the people and things around him. I think that it also helps understand how he considers his sister, he really cares about her, probably in an excessive way, but he cares. I know that from the story we see that he seems to use her but I think that the real reason to that was that he could actually stay by her side and protect her, in his own way, and not having her as a pawn to Kokuzan. And since I'm stupid I'm gonna say that he would act like that but even worse with someone that he actually loves/is in a relationship with, not in a negative way of course (maybe). Connected to this we also see how he notices tiny details about things, like the three centimeters difference in where an object was placed ecc ecc, this makes me think that if he had to give something to someone he would choose it carefully according to the person's taste and so on, which is really nice on the relationship side of things (this probably means that he really listens when you talk to him or speak in general, which is something that I find really important). So sorry for the random rambling/ headcanons and have a good day or something.
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"How many KokuZan ideas do you have?"
My honest reaction:
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"Why is Kokuzan your favourite ship?"
Old men porn, followed by:
Mentally unstable people who want power and control with (probably) daddy issues and (somewhat) world dominating fantasies, and, of course
Bottom Muzan supremecy.
babes i aint against the ship, but HAVE WE EVEN SEEN THEM INTERACT?? LIKE EVEN ONCE??? LMAOOOO
why am i not surprised u, a muzan fanatic, discovered the micheal jackson x reader fic :/
as you should 💅
LMAOOOOO. yes as much as i am PATRIOTIC 🇺🇸🇺🇸💥💥🦅🦅 sometimes us Americans be on a whole different planet i swear LOL
i have no idea who that is, but that is scary scary scary
i am not into either of them 😔
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