Hey Akira, I am a new fan of demon slayer series after my friends introduction, I became so obsessed with this series and it is one of the best I have watched (I was not an anime fan before) and after reading all your Muzan stories and understanding his arc. Can I have a small request?
This time, the character her name is Sato Mariko, former demon slayer but later turned to the demon side. Think about her like Shay from assassin’s creed. It could be she has worked with demon slayers but find their prophecy is not what it should be, and was “corrupted” as they aligns themselves with, emm you can consider as gangs just to root out demons and “unconsciously” destroying ordinary people’s life. In one mission she was tasked to kill demons but this demon has a family and has adopted to a “normal” life. It was after Mariko end them she finds out and is horrified of what she had done. But she did not crash out at her superiors at first. She decided to gather more evidence and help those who are kinda innocent. And also discovering demon slayer’s “corruption” side. This was later on known by Muzan, the demon king himself, while he began using some ways like dream projection or something like using different mental voices to “guide” Mariko.(“I have been every voice, you ever heard, inside your head”) until one day Mariko gathers as much evidence as possible to leave. But before she left, she was confronted by other slayers, she was cornered and was kinda left to die. Bleeding out. Until the demons brought her to the castle and she was healed. (Muzan healed her using his blood but he didn’t let her know.) it was not until Mariko has started to help those demons with Daki, contribute to them until one day he was met by the demon king at a gathering of the high ups that Muzan introduced him to her. And she has been serving him, closely(both physically, which is considered as a reward and vocationally). You can add some smut stuff as well!
Plus: Mariko wouldn’t mind, actually she find it as a real honour to bear muzan’s heir. You can Imagine her as Bellatrix. And even Muzan didn’t expected she would be this devoted, hahah
[ “FORMAM AMORIS” ]
pairings: muzan kibutsuji & sato mariko (oc)
a/n: hello! i’m sorry for the delay, more infos below!! (c/n) = crow name; (b/s) = breathing style
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as i treaded through the darkest pits of earth, shinobu stood by my side and helped me regain what i’ve lost.
but, there was one thing i never lost. and it was my humanity. the demon slayer corps killed demons. and that is what i respected the most. those demons should die, they’re nothing but scoundrels of society.
and yet—
“shinobu-san, did you not hear her? she begged for mercy—!” i came sprinting at the supposed battleground, but all that was left was shinobu and ashes that faded to the thin air before them.
“mariko-san... let me tell you something. demons will always be demons. no matter how hard they beg for mercy, what’s innate within them is their instinct. and their instinct... is to kill.” shinobu’s lips glimmered under the moon light. one thing that i would always never understand.
why would shinobu-san rejoice in something like that?
~~~~~
“mariko, are you ready? you’ll be dealing with big shots this time!” mariko’s crow spoke from above, as mariko treaded through the trees and grasses of the forest, in which where the supposed demon was last seen.
“yeah, yeah. chirp on, birdie. i’ve never lost.” her footsteps slowly faded to the mist that encapsulated the forest, and soon, she had arrived.
it was a small house made of wood and straws. an ideal hiding spot, she sarcastically thinks.
expecting a demon, she steps inside. although, what came before her was a young boy playing with a wooden car and train, and a mother cooking in the kitchen.
their gazes met, “what the hell... what?” mariko mumbled in confusion, only to be met with the mother’s kind smile—
“oh, dear, what are you doing here?” the lady greeted her by the doorstep, her soft smile didn’t semblance any violent demons.
“have you... spotted demons around? i mean— a peculiar looking creature with uhm... horns, or an inhumane skin, or fangs, or eyes with—” although, the lady completely cut her off.
“oh, dear, there’s nothing like that. please, take your leave. our family has been living peacefully here. we need no more harm.” the lady quickly ushered her out, and just as she stepped outside, she was met with claws and fangs.
“shit—!” mariko was immediately thrown away to a nearby tree, the sight before her proved the mission true.
as she touched her left eye, with now she couldn’t even open, and as blood dripped down from it with a violent sting, the demon in a grayish skin tone, long, messy black hair, fangs and claws out in the open, now sauntered towards her.
quickly, she unsheathed her katana and braced for an impact. but, the demon stopped forth and used his burly figure to throw a thick branch of tree that he had been hiding behind him all along.
the tree branch hit mariko’s head with a wild thwack, causing her to double down to the ground, blood spewing from her mouth and forehead.
as the demon quickly moved and jumped towards her pitiful figure, she swung her sword and slashed the demon’s abdomen, causing the demon to jump back and clutch his deep wound.
“his regeneration is not too strong.” mariko thinks, as she clutches her haori whilst panting from the pain and sting.
she ran with her sword by her hip, and swung in vicious strikes and angles, until blood spewed not only to her, to the house, but also to the mother and child.
“no! what are you doing!? papa!” the young boy called out, his last word took mariko aback and looked at the boy and the mother.
“papa...? have you gone insane? that—” a burly fist immediately slammed against her cheek, as mariko felt light-headed, she forced herself and bit her tongue, to regain even a little bit of consciousness and swung her sword horizontally, completely separating the demon’s head from its body.
she collapsed, although with consciousness, she couldn’t move freely due to the violent ache and stings from all her wounds and broken bones.
and to add salt to the wound— both the mother and boy came for the demon, not to her — a fellow human like them, clutching both his separated head and beheaded body on both their arms, as he faded in thin air.
then, the boy stood up— and slammed his tiny fists on mariko’s twitching body.
“you— you killed my papa!! i can’t forgive you! i can’t! i won’t! i never will!” the boy wailed and continued to do so, even if it were little fists, him hitting her broken bones directly still caused her to sputter little amounts of blood, until her crow had interfered and jabbed a few painful pecks at the boy, before his mother came and pulled him away from her.
the crow sat by her side, as the sun soon faded to dark, her bones slowly healed thanks to the butterfly hashira’s intense training. still, she found it hard to stand up, much so stumbling out of the forest was a great miracle, then a kind old lady assisted her and took her in her own home.
a few days had passed, and she was back at the butterfly mansion. in which where— shinobu continued to fuss and nag at her, vowing that for every mission she goes to, she’ll bring a companion, may it be from a low or high rank.
shinobu had given her a few days of break, as she slowly sauntered through the green grass, with leaves and flowers swaying through the gentle breeze of the wind.
although, that peaceful moment was soon broken by the loud wailing of cries and shrills.
gasping, she sat up from laying underneath the nearby oak tree. alas, she had been dreaming but a nightmare. and to top it all off, it was for the demon’s family.
she could hear the wailings and hurtful words of the child, the shrills and hateful eyes of the wife. they were not demons, yet it sent a chill down her spine.
why would humans care for demons? not to mention— “papa”? what an outrageous thing to call a demon! a demon with supposed no mercy, no empathy, no humanity. being called that.
“papa!” a soft laughter from a girl could be heard from afar, as the girl rode behind her father’s back whilst the mother in tow.
“they look happy.” mariko thinks. and then it hit her. the image of the happy family faded to the demon’s family. her stomach churned uncomfortably, and she puked underneath the oak tree.
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“mariko-san, i’ve already told you countless times to stay and rest up.” shinobu could only sigh and shake her head in defeat, as the stubborn mariko exited the butterfly mansion without looking back.
and so, her journey started.
“(c/n), how many demons up ahead?” her haori entangled with the wind, as she sprinted past neighboring houses and frightened people.
“uh, four!” the crow responded with a resounding caw as it flew to the east so as to not get caught up in the fight.
“first form, (b/s)!” mariko yelled out as she jumped towards the four sultry demons that had crowded on innocent villagers.
one yelled in pain as it slowly faded into ashes, as it was hit with a perfect precision from mariko’s attack.
mariko stood in front of the wounded villagers, protecting them from the three demons surrounding all of them.
“pest!” the one from the right called out, as it lunged towards mariko with its sharp claws bare, as the left one also did, and so, mariko quickly slashed off the hand from the right one and blocked the left one’s attack, but both mariko’s hand and the sword were now on the left demon, as it refused to back down.
the one on the front lunged by the side, taking advantage of mariko’s blind spot as the left one didn’t budge.
at the brink of desperation, mariko used her breathing style, as the left and right ones flew and tumbled, the front one managed to parry using its blood demon art.
“blood sickles!” blood formed in a rotating motion on both the demon’s arms and lunged toward mariko, attacking at ferocious speed.
mariko barely blocked it, but still managed to do so, as she swung her katana in all directions, matching the incredible speed of the demon.
“third form, (b/s)!” and then the demon was thrown away, whilst mariko pointed her katana at its core and lunged there, stabbing with incredible strength, and took it out just to swing it through its neck, as the demon perished into ashes through the night.
the other two demons saw this, yet they did not back down. one came at full speed, but mariko only slashed it down to ashes.
as the other backed away and stumbled in fear, putting both hands up as a testament of defeat, “w-wait, yeah? please... please don’t kill me...!”
the demon knelt and begged while pressing both its palms together, hoping for mercy.
but all mariko wanted to do was kill it. how dare it ruin the lives of these innocent villagers? as mariko raised her katana, a sudden memory came to mind.
“demons will always be demons. no matter how hard they beg for mercy, what’s innate within them is their instinct. and their instinct... is to kill.” and mariko remembered how she swore that demons too, can be innocent.
“fine,” there was a clang as she dropped her katana. “go.” the demon scurried away, as the villagers behind her murmured.
“(c/n). don’t tell anyone about this. not even shinobu-san.“ she told her crow, knowing its loud mouth would definitely say something about this peculiar incident.
“oi... you didn’t just— what the hell!?” a villager with a red bandana and open blue blouse spoke up, while pointing a wooden stick at her.
“hold on... listen to me, everyone! yes, they are demons! but the sole purpose of the demon slayer corp is to kill demons! evil! merciless! voracious ones! not those helpless, pitiful ones!”
a villager snickered, “oi... are you hearing yourself!? helpless? pitiful!? if you hadn’t come, we would already be in that demon’s stomach already! the one you call helpless and pitiful!” more and more villagers stepped closer, and disagreed loudly with mariko.
and so, left with the only choice, she fled. “i don’t get them! why the hell would they want to kill someone so helpless!? so pitiful!? so merciful!?”
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“get up. faster before my crow comes back.” sauntering right in front of the little demon, mariko took slow, steady, careful steps, so as not to alert anything, as she led the little demon towards a cave.
“why... why are you helping me? you were about to kill me..” the little demon was still wary of mariko, as all the other slayers she had met before had only one goal in mind: to kill her.
mariko said nothing. but upon arriving at the cave, “...tora, stay here. i’ll... see what i can do by tomorrow.”
the little demon hesitated, but upon looking deeply into mariko’s eyes, she decided to trust.
and so, nights and mornings faded into a blur, as mariko continuously brought pigs, chickens, and sheep to feed tora.
even when earning suspicious eyes from shinobu, she didn’t stop. “mariko-san, have you been killing chicken-mutated demons? you smell like poultry animals.”
“no, i’ve just been craving chicken recently.” mariko, with her back turned to shinobu, “i’ve got to go, shinobu-san. i’ve got more demons to kill.” she said as if it was physically hurting her to do so.
shinobu moved to the side, eyes trailing mariko’s figure. there was something in her telling her to pry, but she chose to ignore it, hoping it wasn’t the case.
but oh, was she right. upon mariko’s slumber, voices rang through her head.
“can you hear me?” a voice whispered.
“who are you?” she thought, but the voice could still hear her.
“that’s not important. what’s important is... these fragile demons. demons created out of bloodthirst, but with a purity of heart. you agree with me, no?” the voice continued to whisper, with his husky voice.
“...yes.” mariko answered, confused.
“...then, would you help me? these demons... i pity them... but i can’t do anything because of these filthy slayers getting in my way. you’ll help me, won’t you? you have to... in order to save these innocent lives.” there was an amused hum in his tone that mariko seemed to have not heard.
“...yes.” was mariko’s final answer. and then, she awoke in a cold sweat.
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“leave!” holding her katana horizontally, she blocked the katana that almost sliced the demon boy in half.
“b-but—” the demon stuttered, figure moving back to retreat,
“just leave!” mariko yelled behind her again, as she sturdily kept her position, even if the samurai villager tried to push her back with his katana.
“you know that could get you killed, right?” the samurai spoke, still continuing to push her back.
“please, i don’t want to hurt you!” mariko pleaded, even as she, too, tried to push him back with all her strength.
“why do you help them? what’s your purpose?” the samurai stepped a heavy leg forward, whilst mariko’s legs were forced to slide slowly with the soil.
“you’re wrong! everyone’s wrong! not all demons are evil!” her hands had bled a little, from holding her katana and pushing forward so tightly and roughly.
the samurai finally reached his limit and pushed her back a few meters from him, as he laughed at her face.
“haha! are you hearing yourself? ‘not all demons are evil’?” he looked at the crow flying from above, “are you hearing her? your master? isn’t that just dumb?”
“no! it is not! all you imbeciles just won‘t get it! none of you do!” mariko’s eyes darkened, the desire to kill urged her to move at an inhumane speed, but before she could stab the samurai, the crow’s caw echoed through the forest.
“caw! let’s go! let’s go! mission done! mission done!” and the crow flew ahead, as that simply put a stop to whatever murderous thoughts mariko had.
“...hope you’re happy another person killed that demon.” it was a bitter goodbye to the samurai, and she left, away from her fellow demon slayers. because the only way for the crow to say the mission was accomplished, means the demon had died.
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“please! please! don’t hurt me!” the demon in white wailed as she backed away in fear, as the demon slayer in front of her took another step.
“this is for killing innocent lives—!” as the demon slayer raised his katana, a katana pierced through his chest from behind.
he looked back, only to see mariko showing no sympathy, nor pity for him.
even the demon looked taken aback, as mariko simply stepped back towards the darkness. “go. wherever you want. just don’t show yourselves to these people again.” a last, bidding goodbye to the demon.
“...i don’t think you need any more evidence after that, kocho.” the serpent hashira hissed from behind the dark bushes, ready to pounce at any minute.
“...so i was right.” shinobu, albeit being smiley, had a twinge of sadness seeing her student had become evil.
“let’s go, obanai—” but obanai had already revealed himself to mariko, swinging violently through her body.
“a traitor must be killed.” obanai whispered ominously, as mariko could barely breathe, and tried to heal herself using a few techniques shinobu had taught her.
but even shinobu — “i’m disappointed, mariko-san. i thought you and kanao can be both my successors,” had stabbed mariko through the stomach. “but know this — the demons you had saved, will one day end the lives of others. that is why... you give us no choice but to kill you, too.” as mariko’s lifeless body slumped towards shinobu, she held her student’s body for one last time, in a warm embrace.
“enough, kocho. a traitor must never be pitied upon.” obanai had already walked away, as shinobu followed suit, leaving mariko slumped against a tree.
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“this is the one, right?” a harsh voice asked.
“y-yes... that’s the one...” then, a soft voice followed.
“tsk. what a weakling.” and yet, the man full of blue tattoos still carried mariko’s lifeless body away.
“stop right there, demon!” a few brave villagers sprinted towards the three, holding out their machetes and sickles.
kanji-written eyes turned to look at them eerily, but the little demon stepped forward,
“please... save her. i’ll take care of them.” using her blood demon art, strings sliced through the villagers, some others choked.
“...that depends on the demon lord, taro.” the uppermoon three demon replied, as he walked away with mariko’s lifeless body on his shoulders, like a potato sack.
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“my lord, i found—” the demon knelt and dropped mariko’s lifeless body on the floor,
“scram.” the man before him sitting on a chair cut him off brusquely, as the demon got away, as swift as the wind.
the demon lord got up and sauntered towards mariko, examining her before placing his thumb on her chin, tilting it down, as he let the blood drip down to her open mouth from his open wound. gently, he closed her mouth and left her all alone.
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light soon came pouring in on mariko’s eyes as soon as she opened it, the first thing she saw was the yellowish light, then second, was a beautiful girl wearing a magenta halter top, with large flowered obi sash and knee-high stockings.
“tsk. finally, you’re awake.” the said girl deadpanned, whilst nudging mariko’s leg insistently with her high-heeled, thick-soled wedge sandals.
“let’s go,” daki left the confused mariko and walked forward, as mariko finally stood up and followed after her.
“who... are you?” dusting herself off, she asked the demon with kanji-written eyes that says “uppermoon six”.
“i’m your babysitter, you brat. be thankful to muzan-sama he allowed you to live.” daki rolled her eyes as she continued to saunter her way out of the infinity castle, whilst mariko in tow.
“babysitter...? muzan-sama...?” with curious eyes, she gazed at daki’s gorgeous figure.
“tsk. where’s that little demon you saved, huh? muzan-sama said to bring her here.” daki still looked up ahead, with narrow eyes as she navigated through the forest.
“taro? why?” and suddenly, daki stopped.
“tsk. can you quit whining your questions and lead the way? i’m trying to make my mission worth it.” mariko had no choice but to oblige, and soon, they arrived at the cave, where taro was seen eating a human in the flesh.
“what a glutton. of low quality, too.” daki crossed her arms outside, as mariko stepped in towards taro.
“sato-san! i-i’m sorry, i know i can’t eat humans, but—” mariko cupped the soft cheeks of the little demon.
“it’s okay, taro. you did what you needed to do in order to survive.” mariko softly smiled as she allowed taro to eat the rotten flesh of the deceased.
daki’s eyes glinted outside, the moonlight highlighted how hard she was staring at the two.
in contrast, though, muzan simply looked amused and chuckled heartily. “right... i chose a good heir, no?” he shot up a glance at kokushibo’s way, as the other minded his own business.
“ichigo...” muzan laughed hysterically, “was a good man, indeed. it was too bad that he just had to be so... ignorant.”
“that girl... has your blood. do you not plan on telling her?” kokushibo decided to end his silence.
“no.” in which muzan immediately answered, “because even if she is my daughter... she can never be equal to me.” his smile faded, “just like how you can never be equal to me, kokushibo.” and with that, he stood and left.
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“before the dismissal of the meeting, i’d like to introduce somebody. mariko, will become my right-hand demon. all of you know what this means, correct? none of you will get to look down on her, and— might i forget? how brave this youth was, to betray her own beliefs just to help us.” as muzan continued on, douma couldn’t help but lean in to akaza and whisper,
“man, this is getting boring, isn’t it? why should i applaud somebody for saving demons? isn’t that just dumb—” but was quickly cut off by akaza, who elbowed his rib.
“meeting dismissed. mariko, stay.” mariko quickly halted, as daki shoved her lightly out of the way by the shoulder.
“y-yes...?” mariko squeaked nervously.
“i am quite familiar with hanako. do you know her?” muzan still had his back faced to mariko, but it wouldn’t take a genius to know that mariko’s breath caught.
“my mother— why?” mariko stepped closer, but muzan’s words immediately made her stop.
“the family kocho killed her. do you know why shinobu kocho took you in in the first place? because she wanted to wipe out every single one of you, mariko. every single one of the mariko family.” muzan gently cupped mariko’s frozen face, the similarity of the blood flowing through them stroked a familiarity in between, as the lies had already crawled up to mariko’s mind, fueled by hate.
“is— is it true? you’re not lying?” mariko asked one more time, as her lips quivered from the denial of the so-called “truth”.
“oh dear, and whatever reason should i lie to you? they have betrayed you, haven’t they? stabbed you... left you to die... whilst i... had saved you, haven’t i?” the slight curl of muzan’s lips turned to nothing by a mariko blinded with rage.
“and that, i need your help. i want to avenge your mother, mariko. i want to help her, like how you helped us, demons.” the devious lies continued to crawl and echo in mariko’s mind, as she followed muzan, with a rage in her heart.
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“so... this is...” shinobu coughed up blood, spluttering to the ground with an open slash wound that cut deep to her internal organs, and bled out. still, she clutched her haori tightly.
“would you like to do the honors... mariko?” shinobu’s eyes widened as she looked up to muzan slowly backing away, as mariko now came to light with the katana shinobu gave her, the one used to kill demons.
“mariko...? you’re alive, what—” mariko knelt down and stabbed shinobu slowly, through her open wound.
shinobu sputtered more blood, as she looked into the eyes of the girl she raised and mentored, only for her to look at her like a mere pest.
shinobu felt fury in her heart. but in her dying moments, she knew that mariko was still a girl who was naïve for this world.
“i just hope... you save yourself, mariko.” and shinobu collapsed.
“caw! caw! shinobu kocho is deceased! shinobu kocho is deceased!” the crow flew from above, encircling them, whilst muzan simply held his hand out,
“let us go, mariko.” mariko gazed at the hand of the man who had helped and saved her, whilst she looked back at the dying woman behind her who had raised and taken care of her. and so, she had chosen.
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“muzan-sama.” wearing new clothes, out of the demon slayer outfit and haori, mariko dressed in a kimono of white, decorated with floral patterns of pink, blue, and yellow, had she appeared behind and taken over the crime scene.
she wiped the walls that were decorated with blood, the concrete cement of brick and pavement had been earnestly cleaned back to its original color, as muzan praised her.
mariko continued to follow muzan around, may it be from the infinity castle, to forests, or even to the demon slayer headquarters.
because to muzan, she was nothing more than a trustworthy companion, much more than kokushibo, but will never be an equal, despite sharing the same blood through their veins.
hiii! i wanted to ask you if you could write a story where Muzan is extremly busy but reader need his help because she's feeling sick, the reader has a high fever and even tho muzan notices he gets a lil annoyed on your presistence, so reader leaves and when he tries to talk to her she gives him the silent treatment
[ “FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT!” ]
pairings: muzan kibutsuji x wife!human!reader
a/n: i tried to make it longer butttt errr
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“muzan...?” you peeked your head inside his lab, where he keeps all his failed and successful experiments of trying to replicate the blue-spider lily for himself.
your legs wobbled nonstop from the bedroom all the way to his lab, yet your heart still ached at the fact that he had skipped sleeping desperately trying to find a cure (even though he’ll still be perfectly fine without sleeping).
but, muzan didn’t answer. you called him again, not once, not twice, not three times, but four times before it took him to answer. though, his tone was brash and gruff,
“what!?” he slammed his palms against the wooden table, causing some test tubes and beakers to spill and fall to the floor, which only causes his irritation more.
you flinched. your husband glared straight at you as if you were simply just a pest.
your heart sank at those eyes. “n-nothing...” you turned to walk away, but he stops you.
“you waste my time and you waste it even more?” you grit your teeth at that. the heat from your fever rushed up to your head, also the heat from your anger.
“i think i’m sick. i need medicine—” but he cuts you off, harshly.
“oh, is that my problem now? if you weren’t a pathetic human and simply accepted my blood, you would not have a fever in the first place, no?” oh, that was the last straw. you opened your mouth to say something, but you paused. because silence was better than talking to this man. so you walked off and slammed the door shut. he didn‘t even try to stop you and simply continued on with his experiments.
tears threatened to spill out of your eyes, you thought you were special because he let you in. he had put down his walls and treated you differently for three years. but now? the way he looked at you was as if you were just one of his underlings too.
you stepped inside your shared bedroom once again, the heat of intimacy now gone. instead replaced by the heat of your fever.
you laid down on the soft sheets, that once enveloped the both of you with warmth. now, you were the only one.
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you slowly blinked awake, and the first thing you saw was unexpected.
“here, broth and ginger tea. a few pills too.” he placed a tray by your bedside table, and just as he was about to reach for your forehead, you stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom.
you looked at your pale, sweating face in the mirror, the cold counter stinging your skin.
your bags were dark and heavy from crying last night — as you drifted to sleep on the lonely mattress.
soon later, your husband decided to knock. “look— i apologize for my actions yesterday. i wasn’t in my right mind. you do know how creating that cure is important to me, no?”
you bit your lip to silence yourself. yes, it was important. but surely it wouldn’t have hurt or killed him to at least check up on you yesterday, no?
you slammed the door open, a groan escaped his lips as his forehead reddened. serves him right.
you walked past him and went down the stairs, despite your fever telling you to slow down, you picked up your pace — desperate to let him know how it feels to be neglected. (yes, you were pettily sensitive)
“look, y/n— i know my actions were wrong, but would you stop acting like a baby?” muzan followed suit, afraid you would fall down or collapse, as he was still rubbing his reddened forehead.
“oh, i am a baby now? well it wouldn’t hurt for a husband to check on his dear wife, no?” well, muzan grew quiet at that. you were about to open the door and leave, until —
muzan, in a flash of lightning, appeared right in front of you.
“i am an idiot, okay? an idiot. a bad husband. please, let me make it up to you, hm? i swear, i did not mean any of the things i have said — hell, i have even forgotten them.” he gently clasped his hands around yours, as he looked at you with eyes that begged for your mercy.
“how does it feel?” you stood your ground though.
“bad. very bad.”
“and what did the husband learn?”
“never prioritize his experiments first. never again.”
“and???”
“take care of wife before anything else..”
though, you were still angry.
“i still hate you.”
“and i will apologize for as long as you would let me.”
“now— if you’d let me, allow me to take care of my dear wife, no?” you hadn’t even spoken a single word, and yet he had already carried you bridal-style to both your shared bedroom.
you attempted to show a sign of resistance, and yet he merely wrapped his big, burly arms around your whole body as he caged you in with his warmth.
hii! if you do requests can you do one where reader is a hashira and she is on a mission with muichiro and tanjiro and they are all fighting an upper rank demon together (you can pick which one) and tanjiro picks up a scent of panic from the reader and he tells muichiro about the scent he picked up and reader starts to have a panic attack so they both try to help her calm down?
a/n: sorry this took too longg😭😭 (y/bs = your breathing style; bs/f = breathing style form)
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“hey, tokito-san! what took you so long~?” you strolled towards the mist hashira, katana on your hip.
“tanjiro will accompany us.” then, as if on cue, the crimson red-haired boy followed suit.
“ehh? tanjiro-kun?” you tilted your head in curiosity, after all, you knew this mission was not like fighting any other demons. and tokito knew that too, for sure.
“ahh, i need to look for haganezuka-kun. my sword recently broke... again. he won’t deliver anything to me, so i’ll just... go there... myself...” tanjiro’s voice trailed off, as if remembering all the times the grumpy blacksmith had scolded him.
“oh! that grumpy, always-not-in-the-mood, loud angry guy?”
“y-yes..”
“he’s also my blacksmith!” you showcased the intricate design of your katana; despite it being a common nichirin blade, the intricate lines along it would make people think twice.
tanjiro’s eyes sparkled the moment he saw your blade, as if amazed at the creativity of haganezuka himself.
“woahh.. i’ll make sure to ask him a matching pattern!” as the three of you tattled on and about, evening soon arrived and there you were, standing in front of haganezuka’s shop.
“uhm— y-you wanna go first?” tanjiro stood frozen nervously, while you merely chuckled with muse and—
BANG!
“haganezukaaa!!” with wide open arms, you appeared by the door as haganezuka stared in horror, his wooden door probably broken.
“damn woman! i just repaired that!” haganezuka rushed over and looked for damage, until—
“well, you ought to not triple lock it, then—”
“YOU KAMADOOOOO!!” and suddenly, haganezuka pulled a knife out of nowhere and started chasing tanjiro.
ah, no wonder the kid is that shaken.
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with swollen bumps, tanjiro sat behind you, “so, i’m just... repairing his sword?”
“hmph.” he stared right through the poor boy’s soul, “the next time you break my sword... i’ll make sure you don’t see the light of day.” suddenly, with those tremendous words, a knife magically appeared in his shaking fist.
a few minutes passed, leaving haganezuka mumbling about this and that while repairing tanjiro’s sword with an obviously heavy heart, you and tanjiro talked about all kinds of things, all sorts of stuff. you got to know what kind of person he was, despite a backstory that had every right for one to be evil; all on your walk to the way to his room.
you had to catch up with muichiro. of course, with tanjiro out of the way. that kid was still a hinoe after all.
yet, suddenly, a commotion broke out. screaming and cries could be heard everywhere, a loud boom then caught both of your attention. without hesitation, you leapt into action and ran towards the source.
it was a little blacksmith, fellow children behind him, a man holding a sword, and a genie-looking demon.
this one was peculiar. its mouth became its eyes, and its eyes became its mouth.
then you realized— tanjiro had no sword, yet tanjiro jumped in first, pushing the swordsman out of the way, as the demon splashed sharp water crystals, while the children barely dodged it.
with a thick branch, tanjiro managed to stop its tentacled attack, but of course, the branch broke and you were caught in the impact, flying towards a large tree. you swore, your back was already broken.
yet, in that short amount of time, you saw him, clearly. uppermoon 5. the very demon that slaughtered your own family. the very demon that you fought with a wooden training sword, the very one that almost killed you.
in an instant, you prevented his third attack, you rushed in forward of the civilians and raised your blade, his attack covered a huge amount of area as it struck your blade. you would show this damned demon that you were not the same kid that had run away. the same kid that had left her family out of fear.
then, at the same time, tanjiro lunged in impulse, with a broken sword he took from the swordsman. it was about to unleash something strong, but luckily — muichiro stepped in and cut off all its extra tentacled limbs while you and tanjiro flung away by its impact.
muichiro swiftly distributed tanjiro’s unfinished sword to him, as he blocked another attack.
“tanjiro! lead the children away from here!” i yelled back, seeing as tanjiro was slightly slashed, blood already dripping from his abdomen.
dread gripped through you, the sight of blood that nastily dripped out in the shape of a line had painfully reminded you of that dark past.
your family members, dead. slashes painted their skin, as red had pooled beneath them. no one left alive.
your hands shook, but you refused to give up. because this was the very feeling you felt when you wanted nothing but to run away.
you gripped your nichirin sword tightly, blows and slashes exchanged, blades slid through flesh, until your heart raced that you couldn’t breathe anymore. you felt numb, sweat clouding your eyelashes.
“y/n, focus.” muichiro’s voice cut through your consciousness, the blur in your eyes long gone.
“tanjiro told me, but it’s quite obvious. don’t wish on a dying lantern unless you want an octopus to kill you.” the demon shrieked offensively, as you breathed in a gust of air, and lunged forward.
because you weren’t running away anymore. you’d be facing the past, no matter where you go, until you end it yourself. still, your breathing was unstable, your chest tightened as you tried to inhale more air, until you couldn’t anymore. your vision blurred, with trembling hands, chill run through you.
you heard muichiro’s voice calling your name, but completely — your knees had already given up, until tanjiro caught you in his arms. all you could hear was the demon’s mocking laugh, and the slashes of blades to that followed next.
tanjiro dragged you somewhere safe, barely shielding you from the directed attacks of the uppermoon 5 as muichiro held him off.
“inhale, exhale.” tanjiro repeatedly reminded you, as you struggled to follow, but still tried to. the small little rubs on your back soothes you just a little.
muichiro sprung backwards behind you, as the uppemoon 5 unleashed a hideous amount of water directed to muichiro, but he jumped out of the way, leaving you in its aim.
cold water splashed through you, your numb senses shocking you to life.
“faster! name five things you see!” muichiro plunged down at the demon, but the demon dodged his attack, impacting the soil that unleashed its earthly powder.
your eyes darted around, “uhh- rock... twig, branches, leaves... blade..” you looked at your own reflection against the nichirin blade, your eyes looking back at you, filled with dread and uncertainty.
“four things you’re touching!” tanjiro guarded your back, his unfinished sword raised to protect you.
“uh- um-” you immediately tapped your palm at every single thing, “t-tree... leaves... sword... h-haori...”
“what are the rest, tanjiro? i can’t remember.” muichiro settled beside tanjiro as they both ran up towards the demon, each with their own breathing style.
“uhh i think it was three things you can hear!” tanjiro yelled midair, thrusting his sword at the demon’s back with a wet, slimy substance dripping over him.
“s-swords clanging... your voice...” you were missing one, but you stomped your foot, “and stomping!” you felt the numbness gradually fading away, as you grabbed your sword and rushed in to join them,
“two things you can smell!” in midair again, did tanjiro yell, but this time, he managed to slash through the demon’s chest, as muichiro failed at cutting the demon’s neck off again.
“fish, and...” you charged and managed to slash the demon’s neck, but not deep enough to behead him, “blood!”
“scream one thing!” tanjiro charged at uppermoon 5 with the sun dragon, and muichiro released mist, limiting the demon’s reach and sight.
“(y/bs), (bs/f)!” as tanjiro and muichiro’s blade plunged deep into the demon’s neck, with mist clouding all of your visions, you gripped your sword tightly as you screamed your breathing style from the bottom of your lungs, a loud declaration of victory, as your blade slashed through his neck.
the demon moaned and shrieked, as his form faded to ashes, under the shine of moonlight in the midst of the dark forest.
you’re panting, “y/n! are you okay?” tanjiro scrambled to his feet and placed a comforting hand on your back,
you grinned at him, “thanks, tanjiro, tokito, i feel relieved for the longest time.” you dusted off the dirt from your knees as you stood up,
“now then, should we get our swords repaired?” you stared at the three swords sharing the same misery, the two boys nodding in dread.
as you walked off, you couldn’t help but peek back — although this time, you’re not afraid anymore. because it’s not your mother, father, nor anyone in your family laying down there. it was the killer himself.
you walked away, a proud smile plastered on your face.
as you looked up at the shining mood amidst the darkness, “mother, father, i did it... i finally... didn’t run away.”
Hello! I dont know if your requests are open, but if there are can you please do a Muzan x gf or wife!reader who's a demon, but shes very soft and sensitive. So maybe a low rank demon insulted her without knowing who she is and Muzan gets very angry when he found her crying?
[ “HURT MY WIFE” ]
pairings: muzan kibutsuji x wife!demon!reader
a/n: HELP i was deadbeat while writing this so oum..😭😭
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“are you a dumbass or what!?” the voice echoed through the dark forest, “why the hell are you picking flowers instead of killing humans!?”
you flinched at the voice behind you, instantly trembling as the loud sound still echoed in your eardrums.
“oh, fucking satan!” he stepped through the flower field, beautiful pinks and purples instantly wilting as he leaves you sobbing.
you tried to save the wilted flowers, with your delicate hands, but with the demon art you have, destructible, the complete opposite of you.
it turned the flowers to stone, that now withered and flew to dust, like medusa’s.
and you cried even more. because you really wanted to save the flower field, but they all simply turned to dust under your touch.
you sobbed and sobbed, for god knows how long. until it was time for sunrise, muzan immediately found you and seized you in his arms, carrying you bridal style to the infinity castle.
and in there, you cried your heart out, in his arms, giving him all the necessary and unnecessary details and information of what happened in the past few hours.
and that, is the last time that demon will ever see the sun.
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“...that’s him?” muzan scowled, as if being offended that that little lowlife thing had managed to insult his wife.
the demon simply cowered under his sight, still clueless of the grave thing he had done.
then, you appeared behind muzan. and the demon’s eyes widened, his gaze calculating as he tried to comprehend what was the sight before him.
“so.. dare have the guts to hurt my wife, no?” oh, the demon felt as if a boulder was thrown straight at him.
“i- i-” the demon tried to reason, but it was too late.
muzan slowly made sure he felt every existing pain flow through the demon’s veins, “what gives you the right to hurt my wife?”
muzan circled him, “who are you to insult her? what makes you think you’re better than her?” the screaming in the background continued, “just who do you think you are?” he gritted his teeth angrily, veins popping out on all parts of his body.
just as he was about to snap the man in half, you tugged at muzan’s tuxedo, eyes begging not to continue hurting the demon.
yes, you were that soft-hearted. no matter how much someone hurt you, you never want the same thing to happen to them.
and that, was the very part of you that muzan hated. not because he saw it as pathetic or weak, but rather pitiful — because in this world, people like you are likely to die first. and that just pushes him to protect you more, not out of obligation, but out of instinct.
and so, did he completely stop. but so did the demon’s heart. he faded in thin air, as you sobbed loudly at the demon’s death whom you barely knew— and who hurt you.
muzan was irritated, of course, but he didn’t nag nor shout, he never did. instead, he held you in his arms, close to his chest where you could hear his heart beat, where you could feel his heart beating.
and that was always the comfort he offered, and that was also the comfort you had always accepted.
you both stood in each other’s arms, until your sobs slowly faded into oblivion, and then you collapsed into his arms — sleep completely consuming you.
A sequel to this: https://www.tumblr.com/akiranzee/785166098919276544/how-about-something-unusual-muzan-is-the?source=share
Shortly after Muzan found her. He started the lullaby he hum to her when she was baby the one she recognize that stuck her mind. To the point she realized this stranger was her father. She ended up embracing him. When asked how she got to the world he lives in. “I got sucked inside of a portal. Mom was about to kill me.... Yeah, she went too far this time....” She says as that made his blood boil. She would later reveal the real purpose why the original Muzan is looking for the Blue Spider Lily was to conquer the sun. Not to mention the whole lore behind the Demon King himself. Maybe, her revealing the portal and probably scare the hell of his wife and kill her for not only killing him. But for trying to hurt their precious little girl.
sorry dear, that was a oneshot. i unfortunately don’t do series or sequels on requests.😭😭
reader who asks to spar with a hashira or upper moon member (platonic or romantic) but they find out reader is able to easily overpower them but theyve kind of been getting hints from reader that they were strong to begin with (like maybe the reader always wears long sleeves but one time they see muscle on them when they roll their sleeves up but dont think of it much until sparring when they like, reveal the extent of their strength and freaking awesome body build?)
((it’d be super awesome if you made them underestimate reader))
so uhh how we feeling guys
[ “WEAK OR STRONG?” ]
pairings: sanemi shinazugawa & m!hashira!y/n
a/n: i just SEE sanemi in this. nd i’m feeling.... AWESOME!!!! hbu??🐱🐱
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“hey, shinazugawa-san—” before you can even finish, the white-haired man had already scowled and broke the wooden dummy.
“...would you like to spar with me?” your voice came out as a whisper first, lacking the confidence you always had.
“no.” well, that came out immediately. but as persistent as you are,
“it will be worth your time. i swear.”
“you’re literally wasting my time right now.”
“no— you’re literally drinking water right now which isn’t a waste of time, and that’s because you wouldn’t say yes!”
oh no, the wooden cup broke. he sauntered towards you, menacingly. “what makes you think you can be goody-giddy with me, huh? just because everyone warmed up to you doesn’t mean i will. you’ve only become a hashira in less than a week and you think you’re so mighty already.” he stopped short right in front of you. “when you could have barely reached this rank.”
“then spar with me.” despite his intimidating shadow towering over you, you stood your ground, chin up.
you swear you saw a vein pop on his forehead. with the wooden sword still in his hand, he swung it over your stomach, in which you had immediately blocked with a wooden sword you had brought, and jumped back.
you leapt towards him, swinging your sword in all directions as he too, blocked in all directions.
and this went on until the sun came down.
panting, sanemi wiped the couple drops of sweat dripping from his chin, whilst you simply smirked and did the same.
you lunged again, but this time, sanemi might have blocked so hard that your sword flew and fell out of your hands.
seeing this, sanemi exhaustedly pointed his sword towards your neck.
the victorious, cocky smirk plastered on his face was soon gone when you reached for his wrist, and flipped him to the ground.
sanemi’s head rang, still processing what just happened. while his once victorious smirk was now yours.
you wiped the sweat away from your chin, and grabbed a cup of water, panting like an animal in heat.
sanemi was still in a daze. he was twice your size, and yet you still managed to flip over a guy like him. although, he wasn’t that surprised.
he had seen you, anyway. his estate was near yours, so every time he walked anywhere, he would see you, or he would hear the grunting and thumping coming from your training grounds.
one time, he had finally seen your sleeves up. and god his surprise went there when he saw the rock hard forms on both your arms, decorated with a few little scars.
but arrogantly, comparing it to him, he figured you would probably be no match to him, and simply walked away.
but oh boy, did he immediately take that back. no one had ever flipped him over before, much more with just one hand.
“and— also.. shinazugawa-san.. it’s true that i really did barely make it up here. i once thought that just making it up here would be okay, but no, everyone here is just so talented and strong that i felt so left behind, that i started training restlessly and endlessly. actually— believe it or not, i actually admire you, shinazugawa-san. i really do. that’s why i asked you to spar with me because i wanted you to acknowledge me.” you walked towards him and knelt down by his level.
hearing this, sanemi can’t help but feel proud of himself, allowing himself to curl his lips up, just by an inch.
although, you never saw it. sanemi stood up and walked past you, but before he could go any further— “you still got a long way ahead of you, kid.” he ruffled your hair gently.
you touched the spot that he had ruffled, as you saw him walk away and slam his door shut. you thought he had finally acknowledged you, when truth is, he sees someone in you. someone very important to him, that even he fails to acknowledge.
Heysssss umm if u take requests can u do a muzan x reader but like the reader knew Muzan for like since he was sick and lwk fell in love with her since she was a maid and she was the married off and her husbands like a abuser and she goes to muzan for like help (this is when his like kills the doctor and become a demon) and muzan helps her but accidently turns her into a demon and she disapears into the night then like fastforward to the future like during when muzan is like busy turning humans into demons before like tanjiro is born muzan meets y/n again and she is different from beforr blah nlah blah and he is still in love but like first y/n has a little crush and muzan is like inlove cause y/n treats him like a person, ive had thus in my head for like weeks and idk how to write saur .... yeh😀 could u tag me if u write it byeeeeeee👾
[ “WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE” ]
pairings: muzan kibutsuji x f!y/n
a/n: i LIKE this request. @bookwormgamerweeb
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“have you heard? the young master of the kibutsuji family has gotten ill.”
“i’d say that’s karma for looking down at us commoners.”
“not only that — but he’s on the brink of death! i don’t feel bad though...”
those were the whispers and gossips enveloping the whole town that day. words spread like wildfire about my terminally ill young master of the kibutsuji household.
the wind was bustling in this dying town. there were less people, and half of them were drowning in poverty. some herbs flew out from the bucket i was carrying. it was filled with multiple and different kinds of herbs the doctor asked me with.
the moment i stepped foot in the kibutsuji household, his crimson eyes met mine.
“young master, hasn’t the doctor advised you to stay indoors? especially with the wind blowing this way.” i hurried up the stairs and led him inside his room, his knees were wobbly and shaky, his wrist had no more flesh but bones. my master was slowly dying.
“y/n, outside work is dangerous. that i reminded you multiple times. men should be the ones who do that.” he coughed up blood, and that for i rushed to get a white cloth.
“but those men wouldn’t dare lift a finger for you, young master.” i grimaced as the once white cloth now turned into a red one.
“then do none of it. let the herbs fly this way.” he wiped the remaining blood off his lips.
“but you will die if you wait—!”
“i am dying.” his crimson eyes met mine, again.
“it is better than you risking your life going out there.” he coughed again, blood spluttering out of his mouth.
“please, do not treat me as if i am a frail and fragile single leaf that will be blown away by a single gush of wind.” if anything, the young master must be the one to take his own advice.
“indeed, i am mistaken. for you have taken a couple more beatings from this husband of yours, no?” his cold hand wrapped around mine, my long sleeve falling down as it exposes my arm that is covered in bruises.
i backed away slowly, taking my wrist from him. i have nothing to say after all, for he is right. my husband treats me as if i were an animal.
“had i not advised you to stay in my house instead? if you continue keeping up with those beatings, i will not wonder if i open my eyes and see your face deformed.” his crimson eyes traced my face, despite the warmth escaping his very soul and body, i can feel heat from those very eyes.
“i cannot defy him, young master. and i think you know very well that he is my only chance to save my family from poverty.” i looked down, ashamed. i fiddled with my fingers nervously, as i simply admitted that my life hung on the finger of a sorry excuse of a man.
“you will die before you get that chance.” there was a slight pause. “and — had i not told you not to call me young master? you’re defying my orders instead, y/n.” his fingers gently tilted my chin up.
“but that is nothing but disrespectful, young mas—”
“say my name, y/n.” that was not a request. that was an order. the heat from his eyes burned through my soul, once again.
“m-mu... zan...” i stuttered pathetically, i must be a laughing stock right now.
“again.” but his voice held no mockery, but rather — genuine amusement.
“muzan...” my voice barely a whisper, but he still heard it and smiled,
“you should get used to it.” he released my chin and continued to stare out the window, the dying town in view.
“are the herbs all gathered, y/n?” the doctor suddenly pushed the door open, his head peeking in.
“tsk. you ought not to make a young lady run dangerous errands for you. pluck them out yourself, will you?” before i could answer, muzan already did and glared at the doctor.
“but— i am merely here for experimentally treating you—”
“my family pays you triple, no? as a doctor, you should have already gathered those herbs beforehand. talk about incompetence.” muzan continued to berate the doctor, whilst he just stayed silent.
after a moment, muzan finally paused and sighed, “fine, start this shitty treatment, then.” he looked out the window once more. and that, was my turn to leave.
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everyday, the young master holds an “experiment” in his room, in hopes of getting better. but outside his wooden door, all i hear are coughs, and splatters of blood. i had feared my young master would not get any better.
until the time came.
i ran fast, faster than i could, away from that treacherous house. i could no longer live in it, no. not with that oaf continuously beating me! i feel my legs wobbling, my vision blurring, yet i see multiple people who i am even ashamed of calling my neighbors.
they knew. they saw. everything. yet all they could do is watch. watch as i run away almost every day, and get pulled back right in. all they could do was stare at me with fear or pity, with hands covering their mouths, and not a single one offered to help me.
not a single one—
i ran, somewhere. to anywhere far from that monster. my feet were leading me to a certain direction. because i was wrong. there was one person who ever offered help.
i ran up the stairs, to his room, slammed the door open—
blood.
blood. on his face, on the walls, on the doctor.
his crimson eyes stared back at me. but no, i couldn’t feel the warmth anymore. almost as if he were... truly dead. his gaze was no longer warm. his eyes looked straight at me as if he truly hated me, and never cared for me. as if he was no longer the young master i once knew.
but no — that cold, psychotic gaze only lasted for a single moment. his gaze softened, and looked at me the same way as he had always done.
right... here, it was warmer than that house.
his hand clasped around my wrists, so gently, as if i were to break if he had tightened even a little, as if he didn’t just kill the only man who had been trying to nurse him back to health.
but that, strangely i didn’t care. because he never dared to hurt me.
instead, he caressed my face so gently, blood on his hands now transferred to my face, “see? your face is now bruised, y/n. what did i tell you? a little more, and this would’ve been deformed.” he said, adding a little touch of dark humor as he examined my face, moving it side to side, until his eyes left mine.
he stared, somewhere, right behind me. and there he stood — my husband with the broken bottle he hit my head with.
immediately, the young master pulled my wrist and hid me behind him, as if i was a delicate flower shielded by a glass from bee stings.
“whothehell are ya? gimme my wife before i hit ya, boy.” my lousy husband pointed the sharp glass at the young master, his body swayed, his words slurred. yes, he was drunk. almost every day. and went home to beat me up and loot me for more drinks.
“this is your husband?” the young master’s once playful tone had completely vanished — his hand firmly held my wrist, but still not enough to hurt me.
“yes...” i squeaked out lowly, ashamed to even call that man a husband.
the young master’s back is faced to me. i can’t see his face. what would he even protect me with? the bones left in his body? how did he even kill the doctor? i had so many questions running through my head, that i didn’t notice — my husband was charging our way.
but, the young master immediately kicked him out of the house, his kick was nowhere near ordinary — but with such strength and power that my husband flew to the garden.
i winced. there goes my escape to poverty. i felt relief, but fear as the young master released my wrist and walked towards the garden.
my husband was still alive, simply groaning in pain.
i followed suit, a bad feeling bubbling within me as the young master raised his hand.
but no—it was not his boney, petite hand. it had long blue nails, that glinted sharper than a knife.
and my instincts screamed at me, i couldn’t lose my escape to poverty.
the young master’s nails slashed through me, leaving a searing pain in their wake, as i screamed in agony whilst i had stood bloody in between the two men.
the young master’s eyes widened, retracting his nails and backing away altogether, the anger in his eyes now replaced with fear.
in that moment, i had finally realized it— what a pathetic being i was to have clung to the wrong guy. i dropped to the ground, accepting death like a friend, as this was possibly my punishment for such pathetic actions.
i looked and saw the very man i protected ran away, not once even looking back. and yet— the irony of it all, is the man who had just killed me knelt to the ground and held me in his warm embrace.
“i’m sorry— i didn’t— why would you—” the young master’s lips quivered, his words stuttered, and his whole body basically trembled.
but i simply smiled as i had long accepted death. although, death never came.
i laid there in his arms, waiting for death. but instead of feeling weak, i felt as if i was reborn instead. i felt my heart thumping fast, energy pulsing through my veins, and worst of all — the slash wounds were now healed into miracle.
my head hurted like migraine, my gums swelled and i could taste the metallic blood on my tongue, my whole body shook violently.
even the young master looked confused. and there then, did i see my reflection in those crimson eyes.
i grew horns, fangs, and nails.
i looked down in horror, the wound gone, my nails long, my skin paler.
and i didn’t have to think twice— but to escape from his arms and leap into the dark abyss of the forest.
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“...you still have not found her?” muzan took away his nails from his victim’s neck, yanking blood along the process.
“first, the spider lily, now, second, a girl. a fucking girl!” muzan glared at his demon, his victim’s coughing and spewing of blood playing in the background.
“i gave you everything! her information, her clothes, places she knows, and yet you still haven’t found her!?” before the demon could reply, muzan was already long gone.
fine. if no one can find her, then muzan will. surely, if fate destined them together, fate will bring them together.
and so there she was. after days and days of looking under the moon, he had finally found her. not in the field of roses nor dandelions, no— but in a field of blue spider lilies.
he had looked for that flower for quite a long time, possibly the same time he started looking for y/n.
but no, he didn’t approach because he wanted to pluck a single blue spider lily. but because he wanted to hear her voice, again.
muzan placed his now veiny, slender hand on her shoulder, as she turned and saw— the very man she dreaded.
“i have not gotten a chance to apologize. properly.” his deep voice sounded like a whisper, a hush in the midst of the fleeting blue spider lilies.
“the young master i know does not apologize.” her eyes locked with his, her once hesitation of even interacting with him this close has long faded.
“but i will, and i’m sorr—” as muzan knelt and crushed a few blue spider lilies under his knee, his apology was cut off with y/n taking his chin in her hand, lifting it up.
“then you would not be the same young master i once served.” her gaze that was filled with loving, that only muzan could see through — was still there, somewhere, behind that cold look.
he chuckled, “right, for this dear servant of mine would forgive me before i even committed a crime.”
“i have come to love this version of myself. i no longer needed a man to look after me, nor to save my family from poverty.” muzan’s gaze softened. right. years had passed. what made him think she still needed him after all those years?
“but... i had always wanted someone who was so out of my world, that i couldn’t breathe every time he fell sick, that i felt the happiest every time he would spoil me with his riches, that i felt the luckiest that he was still looking for me after all those years. and i waited for that very same man.” there, then, did he finally see her. the y/n he had fallen for. not hiding behind her demon form, no. but the very first demon he made that looked human, the very first that made him feel human.
and he felt himself drowning in her embrace. not because it was overwhelming, no. but because he had finally felt warmth for the very first time in the longest time, and it was always the warmth of her touch.
So basically muzan is in a meeting with the uppermoons scolding them for not finding the blue spider lilly and his wife just barges in with it and is "like look at this pretty flower i found!!"
[ “UNEXPECTED SURPRISE” ]
pairings: muzan kibutsuji x wife!y/n
a/n: ts was kinda short so oum..😭
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“you imbeciles! useless rodents! pathetic leeches! all this rank just for you to not find a stupid little flower!?” muzan slammed both his fists on the wooden table, only for it to creak and crack, as other demons jolted in fear except for douma and kokushibo.
douma dared to look at muzan, and his head was immediately cut off. fury filled muzan’s crimson eyes, for years and years of living, not a single demon that he created had ever seen that damned flower.
“akaza.” muzan didn’t call his name, no. it was a demand. veins became visible in muzan’s neck, through his fists, “you were the first one whom i sent to look for it, no? how come you still haven’t found it!?” and there, the wooden table broke.
daki jumped up, resulting in a glare from muzan, in which she also immediately sat down.
the atmosphere in the room was tense, the air gripped at every uppermoon’s throats, even they found gulping hard, a large lump stuck on their throats, but apparently, one demon didn’t get to notice that tension.
“look! muzmuz this looks so pretty— oh.” you immediately shrank in embarrassment, thinking muzan was the only one inside the room.
akaza unexpectedly jumped up, eyes blown fully wide, as you just tilted your head in confusion, you looked around and saw that everyone had the same expression as akaza, even your husband, muzan.
“whoops... did i really disturb you guys that bad...? sorry— i’ll leave—.” but before you can, muzan immediately spoke,
“meeting dismissed. darling, come over here.” that wasn’t a request, it was a command. as douma walked past by you, he gave you a grin which was later on wiped by akaza’s fist, whose eyes still latched on the flower.
“where did you find this...?” he immediately took the flower from your hand, immediately examining it in all angles of light in the room, making sure it was the real deal.
“oh? i was hanging out by the hill when i saw this precious little thing.” you were still confused, but muzan knows that if he explained it to you, you’ll end up being more confused.
from his cold, demanding tone, to the gentle, soft voice he had always used on you, and only you, “do not worry about it, darling. let’s just say you... solved one of my greatest problems.” muzan leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead.
How about something unusual. Muzan is the reincarnation of reader's father who was killed. Reader is from the modern era. When he regains his memory he was rather freaking out on why he reincarnated in one of the anime's one of his other kids in his past life watched. It didn't made him feel better to know that he ended up reincarnating as the villain; Muzan Kibutsuji. Maybe the 12 kizuki being weird out by his behavior when he asked them to look for a girl and bring her to him alive. That being reader who is his beloved daughter. By the way his wife in his past life is a monster mainly a psychopathic maniac.
“THROUGH LIVES I WILL CARRY YOU WITH WARMTH”
pairings: father!muzan x daughter!y/n
a/n: sorry this took so long, and this was kinda rushed🙏🙏 I ALSO THINK I MISUNDERSTOOD SOME PARTS OF YOUR REQUEST?? I HOPE NOT.😭😭😭 (h/c) = hair color, (e/c) = eye color.
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i met someone. a sweet sweet, very sweet woman. she was the kindest. her smile radiated in a room cascaded in darkness. she was brimming with vitality. i loved her, to the point of marrying her and producing a child. our one and only sweet child.
“y/n will be her name.” my wife spoke. y/n. as it lolled out of my tongue, i found a sense of comfort, and felt warmth as i cradled little y/n in my arms. i knew she would be perfect, just like my wife.
so... why? that was the perfect family i could ever picture. what went wrong?
“who the hell was that woman you went with? huh!? did you have fun with her? after sleeping with me for many years you get bored and tired that you want youthful ones!? what about y/n!? my poor baby will have no father, all because of your infidelity!” my wife ranted on, as my consciousness continued to slip through my eyes.
“mom! it’s not like that! the woman saved me from being run over a car! papa was just thanking her!” i heard my little y/n cry and tug at my wife’s shirt.
“shut up! you insolent brat! i have given you everything, carried you in my womb for nine months, took care and nurtured you for eight years, and this is how you repay me!? you want her? you want a new mother? go on, then! leave me, just like how your papa had already done!” shit... she’s hurting y/n, isn’t she?
i tried to stand up, after that glass hit my nape. my consciousness continues to slip away. but no, that i will not allow. God take even my wife away from me, just not my y/n. no, not my daughter.
i stood, with shaking knees, i picked up the steel pipe she had planned to kill me with. i couldn’t. i couldn’t hurt my wife the same way she did, and so i dropped it, with a resounding clang that caught both their attention.
“y/n! go! run away! far from here! papa will... look for you, later? okay? go! run to the police station!” i yelled loudly, as i saw my daughter hesitantly run away in fear, as i held my wife in my arms. i did not know what went wrong in this household. in my family, or with my wife.
maybe she was already like this from the start, i just couldn’t notice it as i admired her more than the sun, loved her more than myself, and cherished her more than she could ever think of.
and there i knew i was blinded. blinded too much, that even the stab of a kitchen knife felt nothing to me. she has stabbed me, that i know. but i didn’t want to let her go. no, i held on to her tightly. not because i still love her and didn’t hate her, but because whatever would she do to y/n if i let go?
but still, my consciousness had already slipped out of my control, as the dark had already consumed my vision, with an echoing thud. i do not have any last words, only a last wish that God gives me a chance to be a better father for y/n.
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i wondered, is there life beyond death? i wondered, what would life be then, if i had married a different woman? that i would regret. because my precious y/n would not be born. but i wondered more, where did the pain go?
i awoke, but not from beds just like those cliché comatose patients or reincarnated characters from movies, no. i saw few people right in front of me, kneeling.
the room— no, this isn’t a room. the place was filled with infinite rooms, yellow lights radiating from each room, like an illusion as if it was a room with mirror-covered walls, or stickers that seemed way too real.
though, i did notice familiar faces, creepy ones, to be exact. first i noticed was the black hair with crimson tips tied up to a ponytail man, who... fucking has six eyes? i took a step back. another one who has pinkish hair, with remarkable blue tattoos all over his body, and another one... who is grotesquely like a genie, with eyes that are mouths, and with a mouth that is an eye, its body leading to a vase. i took a damn step back. are these even people? are these even what i could call human beings? their eyes looked up at me. with kanji written in each one of them.
uppermoon 1. uppermoon 3. uppermoon 5. and there i get it. but how? i foolishly thought for a second just like those comics my daughter read, that i was isekai’d in an unknown world because i died, and it was a chance given to me for a new life, isekai’d into her favorite violent anime, demon slayer.
i cleared my throat, in the hope that i do not sound like a wimp, or a dog that is about to piss. “dismissed.” that was what i once heard when those kanji-written eyes looked up at their one and only leader, muzan kibutsuji.
and my greatest fear did happen, all of them disappeared in a blink of an eye.
i ran, somewhere, anywhere, everywhere, until i stumbled upon a room with a mirror hanging by its wall, and i saw myself.
is it really myself? or a reflection of a demon who i perceive to be my own image? i touched, somewhere, something, all over my face, and i looked different.
my skin turned pale, crimson eyes staring back at me widely, fangs that pointed fiercely on my bottom lip, and nails that were slender, and sharper than knives.
i had become the cold-blooded demon king villain in demon slayer. yes, this was all surreal. but what other theory would i believe? that this is a dream? no, i stabbed my nail in my palm, through clenched fists, and it hurt, and dreams are supposed to make you feel numb from pain.
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i looked up and sighed. it has been a week. i recalled moments where akaza — the pink-haired guy with blue tattoos all over his entire being would be nagged by that muzan for not being able to find this so-called “blue spider lily”.
what does that thing even do? i don’t know. nor do i even care. the greatest mystery of all is how i ended up in this cruel twist of fantasy, starring as a damn villain.
there are reincarnation stories i once read, though i brushed it off thinking it wouldn’t be true, yet here i am. i might’ve died then, in my life with my wife.
...but, what about y/n? my daughter? i rushed and called all the twelve kizukis, the very demons i found out “i” created, and ordered them, “look for a little girl, a silky shine of (h/c) hair, and diamond eyes of (e/c). bring her to me, unharmed. and if i see a single mark or scratch on her, all will pay a price.” and then, i dismissed all of them.
because if i died and immediately reincarnated, that means my daughter would be here too, if my wife had killed her the very same day she had killed me.
i know i asked for another chance to be a better father to y/n, but i hope she does not exist in this world. not only would it mean that her own mother had killed her, but because this world that i had seen only in the TV screen, is far too violent and grotesque for my pure daughter to live in.
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but my greatest nightmare came. they had found her. akaza had brought her in.
i looked very well deeply into her unconscious body, and not even a single glance — i knew that was my daughter.
“she resisted a little... i had to knock her out or else the sun would’ve reached me.” akaza scratched his nape, and flinched when i stood up, carrying y/n in my arms.
“...as long as there is not a blood, mark, nor scratch present in her entire being.” i glared at him, a silent warning i know muzan always uses.
and then, i disappeared. somewhere, away from all those demons. in a room filled with comfort, in a place far away from the rest, in a silence to cradle her.
her heart thumped, it went on the same beat as the very first moment she had come out of her mother’s womb.
i had multiple questions, though. who were y/n’s parents in this world? is it still me, or another man? did she suffer the same fate in the hands of my wife?
just then, she coughed and sat up, her crystalline (e/c) eyes widened up at me. she scooched away, “w-who’re you!?” i hated that my daughter looked at me with fear in her eyes.
“don’t... don’t fear me, okay, y/n? i won’t hurt you... i will protect you, okay? from any harm that gets in your way,” one look at her eyes, and it was the same look of fear as when my wife had chased after her. so it was the latter. “i will give you everything, that i had not given you before.” my voice below a whisper, as y/n looked at me with a tilted head, and creased eyebrows.
“no... you’re just saying that! you’re like my mom! she does nothing but complain about the damn nine months i made her suffer, wishing i were dead because no damn man would like a widowed single mother!” my daughter broke into tears. i loved my wife, but i hate her for making our daughter go through this again. no matter what her reasons were, i despise her.
“give me a chance. to be a better father. than your father.” she looked at me in pure silence, as if contemplating whether i could be trusted or not.
“my own mother cannot even love me, how much more will you, a random stranger!?” again, she wailed in tears, a sound i’ve always hated, as if saying my daughter is hurting.
“i will be more than a random stranger. i will be both a mother and a father to you. and if i ever... failed to do that, i will set you free.” indeed, i will set you free, and give you as a blessing to other couples who can take better care of you, far away from me and your mother, so you can live your life without the same fate twisting the three of us again.
“...my mother.. never told me that..” she wiped away her tears, but her sobs only became louder.
i grabbed a small white cloth, and padded it on her nose, as she blew on it, sticky sinus within the once clean white cloth. just from her expression, no one helped her blow her nose, nor dared to wipe a stray tear from her face, nor offered her a glass of water to quench down her thirst.
it was as if warmth had fully enveloped her, the moment she had accepted my deep embrace.
There’s someone in this world who sees my vulnerability and weaknesses, yet still chooses to be with me so we can become each other’s source of strength.
Perhaps, living is the process of meeting someone like that. Someone you can tell that you're in pain and that things are too hard.
art by @nykur0h | dividers by @/omi-resources & @/diviniyae
Scenario: Reader is a very talented artist and one day gets the idea to draw on the torso of their demon lover. It's really simple motives, like Koi fish, a pond with some lilies, spider lilies or stuff like that. But readers draws it very well and also takes their time to create art on the body of their lover.
Please don't make anything suggestive. I'm more for a romantic/soft mood.
This went into my mind during class and I can't get rid of the idea. I mean just imagine him staring at you while you're completely focused on your brushstrokes on his abs, wanting it to look as perfect as possible.
I hope you like this request <3
🖌️ • ° ` — \\ “AN ART OF ROMANCE”
╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: kokushibo, akaza x artist!fem!y/n (separated)
╰┈➤ W/C: 0.9k+
╰┈➤ CONTAINS: fluff, nicknames, icing on body, painting on body, & kokushibo and akaza is 35 while reader is 32.
╰┈➤ A/N: HELPP this ain’t rlly the ideal fic but uh hope u like it..?😭👍 [y/i = your initial; y/nn = your nickname]
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★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO || 黒死牟:
“wow!! congratulations, y/n-san. you hit it off again!” your co-worker applauded you for your yet again wonderful piece.
“ah.. thank you, so much.” you said embarrassingly. if the you from ten years ago is right here, then surely, she would break down in tears.
“would you like to celebrate your award-winning piece? there’s a company dinner today, and i’m pretty sure everyone would want to see you!!” your co-worker giggled happily, but you could only scratch the back of your head,
“oh.. sorry. about that.. i can’t- i have to go somewhere today..” you glanced at the wall clock nearby, seeing that it’s almost already time.
perhaps your co-worker saw, “ohh, a date with your boyfriend.” she teased.
“wha- how did you know!?” you gasped quite out loud, but she just hushed and pushed you towards the exit, “because you always leave early whenever it’s the twenty-fifth!” and, she waved you off goodbye.
you sighed when you finally gathered your thoughts and walked towards evergreen gardens, a garden that’s known for it’s fresh, vivid green environment, along with a breeze that’s never so cold, and never so hot.
as you reached the entrance of the garden, you had easily spotted your boyfriend — long black-haired with a mixture of crimson tips guy that’s just awkwardly sitting there in a corner.
slowly, you walked towards him, trying to conceal the sounds of your footsteps, and, “boo!”
kokushibo flinched a little, which — obviously, made you break out in laughter.
he just glared at you and turned his back on you.
“ah.. haha! what were you thinking, hmm? so deep in thought?” you walked on the other side of the round table and placed your bag on top, finally resting your tired legs.
“ha ha. very funny.” he deadpanned.
you were still laughing, in which he wasn’t so happy about.
“...and, congratulations.” you tilted your head at what he said.
“...for your piece. it’s all over the internet.” now, this shocked you. this boyfriend of yours wasn’t so techy, barely knowing electronics and stuff, but for some reason — here he is, claiming to have seen your success on the internet!
“well... thank you. now where did you learn, hmm?”
“the site was already open when i opened your laptop.” oh, yeah, you left so early this morning that you forgot to turn off your laptop.
“oh, oops. i hope you know how to shut it down...?” you hoped he did.
“after reading the manual, yes.” you laughed again, while he was sipping from his water.
“wanna order?” he tried to divert the conversation. typical kokushibo, you thought.
“hmm.. it’s still 5PM, though..” but, your stomach growled that you thought everyone in the world had heard.
“let’s eat early so we can go home early. i... have plans.” he said those last three words like a secret, but you still heard it. clearly, even.
you smiled, “okay!”
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the sun was already setting, the candles were lit, the breeze was becoming colder, but still not so cold.
your orders were served, with his juicy steak with a side of pasta, and yours with sushi — the best sushi in town, for the record.
“there is something in your chin.” you looked up, from your sushi you completely indulged in that you wished you could always eat forever.
“here.” kokushibo stood up and wiped the little rice on your chin, as you both grinned.
he was always a gentleman, one of his perks that made you fall for him.
“are you almost done eating?” kokushibo asked as he sat back down, you could see him wiping his mouth with a fresh, white napkin, and his empty plate that was once filled with good food.
“almost.” but it didn’t sound like ‘almost’, because of the sushi you had stock up in your mouth, which — in turn, just made kokushibo chuckle.
“have fun eating.” he inquired, leaning back on his chair, slinging his arm lazily on the armchair, while watching you.
it was vague — but he remembered when he took a trip to france due to a business meeting, he had bumped into you right at the center of the eiffel tower.
cliché, like those ones that you see in the movies. his world did not slow down, like those of the movies that they described, but his world did change.
he found out that you used to work at an art studio there, and — somehow knew when you would time out and time in, and in those times, he would walk past the studio just to see you.
it was truly as if his once monotonous life became brighter, for every mornings and afternoons that he had looked up to, you would never be absent.
even after his business meeting, he stayed — inquired for a vacation in france, until you left and realized that you were also from japan.
then, he continued his routine with you, until he had finally mustered up the courage and strike a conversation with you.
it seems, that his memory is still not so vague, after all.
“i am done.” you said, wiping your mouth clean with the soft, white napkin.
he smiled, for after he finished his reminiscence of you, you had immediately appeared in the present, the reality of his life, again.
“where do we go off to?” you asked, as you checked your bag and stood up, whilst kokushibo did the same thing, but stretched and flexed his muscles.
“home.” he said. that was only one word, but it immediately brought a smile to your face. after all, before you met, you did not call your home his home, and he did not call his home your home. but now, in that one word, you would think of going home, together.
he intertwined his fingers with yours, as you both walked down the busy street of new york.
the now glowing lights symbolized that night was coming, that sun was set, and that the air would be much cooler.
the apartment you both lived in together was not so far, just a few streets away, such that you had reached it with no problems.
as you both entered the apartment, as soon as you took off both your coats, kokushibo led you to the bedroom, with a few things added.
there were brushes, paints, water, canvas, palettes, markers, easel, and et cetera.
“i looked at the storage and found that you’ve almost run out of painting supplies. this is my gift to you.” kokushibo extended his hand, for yet another gift — a small box in his hand, while you were still stunned.
you looked down on his hand, as he opened the box to reveal tiny initials, k and (y/i). he wore the necklace to your neck, and clasped it by your nape, as if it would be there, forever.
“i’m sorry... all i got you was a new briefcase..” but kokushibo merely chuckled. “i would take whatever gift from you, y/n.” he held your hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“...isn’t this the paint i’ve always wanted, but always sold out?” your eyes sparkled as you looked at a certain paint.
“...yes. i had to bargain some dealers in order to get that.” and that was when you knew this man would be yours, forever.
you hugged him tight, “i will add another gift, shibo.” you unclasped your arms from around him, and immediately scurried away to wash the paintbrushes, and opened the multiple, endless bottle of paints.
“...what are you planning, y/n?” kokushibo raised an eyebrow as he looked at you smiling giddily, paintbrushes in your hand.
“i want to paint you, shibo.” kokushibo’s eyes widened, “you would be wasting a thousand dollar paint on me, (y/nn).” but, he still lifted his shirt up, reluctantly, revealing the solid fiber of muscles in his chest, to his abdomen, all because he knows he could not — never say no to you.
“but you are art itself, shibo.” shibo. you always called him that. but it felt different, now. it tickled him the same way you’d trace your hand over his body, as if he was your grand trophy, the same way you traced the brush over his muscles, and painted on it, the cold would make kokushibo shiver, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
it took 3 hours, atleast. but it was of a moon, and the ocean underneath it.
“why moon?” he asked, as he looked down on it, upside down.
“because... it reminds me of you, shibo. everytime i walk home without you, i do not feel alone. because i feel as though you are the moon, that is constantly following me until i open the door and step inside our home. the moon does not hurt me like how the sun does. it does not burn my skin, blind me with immaculate brightness, it does not hurt my feet when i touch the grass barefoot.”
and that was all it took for kokushibo to plant a kiss on your lips.
★ • ° ` — AKAZA || アカザ:
“i’m home, kaza!” you heard sizzling by the kitchen, and you just know your boyfriend had cooked you a delicious meal.
“come in!” and yet he yelled from the kitchen, as you stumbled towards him, wrapping an arm around his muscular waist.
“careful, the oil is being a bastard.” but, merely, you giggled.
“wash up, you stink so bad, y/n.” but you playfully smacked his back and even raised your arms, in an attempt to let him sniff your underarm.
in which he playfully swat your arms away, and turned off the stove.
he pecked your lips, “i prepared the bath for you. go now, while i’ll still prepare dinner.”
you giggled, and hopped towards the bathroom, “okayyy.”
“hurry up or else i’ll eat without you!” he yelled, once again from the kitchen.
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“i knew it! it’s chicken tonkatsu!” you gleefully exasperated, like a child that had been fed vegetables for consecutive days.
“eat up.” akaza was still chewing his food when he said that, and it made you laugh at how a rice fell out of his mouth.
in which he grumbled quite loudly.
“eat fast, kaza. i wanna do something.” your sheepish grin makes akaza raise one of his eyebrows, “if this is one of your tiktok dance challenge, i am not joining, girl.”
“no, i swear! the icing incident would be the last one..”
“that went viral.” not even minutes passed, but akaza had already finished his food and drank water.
“hehe.. they say you’re good looking, though.” you took a nip off of your chicken tonkatsu, “and, they said the water emphasized your muscles.”
“that does not make me feel good, y/n. if you’re attempting.” but you simply cackled, as you remembered the ‘icing incident’ in which you both danced for a tiktok video, but he accidentally squeezed the icing piping bag to his face while turning around, which caused you to help clean his face with water, that dripped down to his ripped muscles.
and, akaza still had not healed from that.
“oh.. that gives me a new idea, kaza!” but before you could glee in joy, akaza already sent you a warning glare,
“no.” and that was louder than any instruction you had heard in your entire life.
“no, trust! i’ll use the remaining icing, but no filming whatsoever!” you stood up, trying to persuade him.
“you want me to get eaten whole by ants?” he stood up with his plate, and went directly to the sink, not even bothering to look at you.
“oh, c’mon! it’s not like you’ll sleep with it! i just.. want to try drawing on you, okaaay?” you hugged him tight from behind, after also putting your plate on the sink.
“no.”
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he says, but here he is, with two little pigtails by the side of his head, with his shirt off, as you painted on his back.
you tried painting on his abs/muscles, but it was too bumpy the koi fish in pond looked like toads on rain.
“are you finished?” he asked, grumbling, but he doesn’t hate it.
he looks at you through the mirror, face contorted with tongue stuck out in focus, nose scrunching up when a line curves slightly, smirking when you’re pleased on a certain part.
it was cute, he’s not gonna deny it.
“there! look, kaza!” you took the small mirror and reflected your work on the bigger one, your smirk growing into a grin.
“koi fish.. out of all?” he traced the intricate pattern of the white koi fish’s scales, little icing sticking to his fingers, “because it reminds me of yin and yang.” you answered, tracing the orange one, too.
“right, they’re even in the same position.” his fingers brushed against yours.
Hi! Is there any chance you’d write a Muzan x wife!reader? The demon slayer corp found out about her and kidnap her to lure Muzan out. You can choose how the rest goes, whatever you want! Thank you so much if you do write it 😊
❦ • ° ` — \\ “DOING IT ALL FOR LOVE”
╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: muzan x y/n
╰┈➤ W/C: 2.3k+
╰┈➤ CONTAINS: gore, blood, swearing, violence, death, killing, kidnapping, & muzan is 1,000 while reader is 25.
╰┈➤ A/N: this is prolly the gori-est i can last😭😭😭.
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it was not long ago that you and muzan got married, following your human customs.
specifically, it was merely two weeks. and yet, word had already gotten out, despite the marriage held in the infinity castle.
soon, it reached the prying ears of the hashiras. and then, they came up with a “brilliant” plan.
“but.. isn’t this kind of evil..? i mean — we’re doing things just as demons do!” mitsuri exclaimed, in a desperate tone, begging everyone around her to get their minds on the right track.
“there’s no choice, kanroji.. i have to agree with shinazugawa-sama over here.” shinobu agreed with what the white-haired man stated just a mere while ago.
“but it’s too-!!”
“shut up, kanroji.” sanemi immediately cut her off. “i don’t fucking care if you all act like saints, if himejima or oyakata-sama disagrees.. i’m going to make sure that fucking demon suffers the same as us. hell, his wife won’t even be able to make up for all our losses.” through clenched teeth and fist, sanemi growled.
“we’ll just go through the first plan. leave his wife alone, and just use her to kill him. that’s better.” tengen, not in his usual cheery state, had a voice of solemn, a seriousness not everyone was used to seeing.
“you all... rengoku-sama won’t like this! his wife is innocent! why can’t we just—” misturi continued, and sanemi ended.
“fuck it! why are you even here!? you think we’d live longer if we won’t act!? you wanna lose everyone ‘round here like how you lost rengoku!?” sanemi lost it. he was by far gone insane, and everyone had witnessed it. but it was an insanity that was necessary in this world.
“hey.” obanai inserted himself. “me and kanroji will stay out of this.” he said, leaving the room with mitsuri willingly following.
“are you sure we would be able to execute the plan, shinazugawa-san? just the three of us?” shinobu asked, worry and concern was not apparent in her voice, even if that was a question of one.
“we’ll tough it out. those two are acting like pussies.” sanemi bitterly spat. everyone looked at each other in silence, all of them understood the weight and risk of what they were about to do.
silence. that was the best cure.
minutes passed, and two people entered the room once again. it was mitsuri and obanai.
“i’m sorry... obanai-san helped me understand... but can we all agree with one thing?” everyone looked at mitsuri with curiosity.
“that... we don’t.. hurt his wife, no matter what?” mitsuri hesitantly said, fearing that everyone would look at her in mockery.
everyone didn’t, only sanemi did. “hah! his wife may be human, but even considering marrying a demon just makes her all the more a traitor!” sanemi violently lashed back, just wondering what goes on in your mind, that made you marry a cruel being, even more the demon king.
“b-but what if she doesn’t know...!” mitsuri’s tone was soft, despite the desperation and need to lure her comrades out of the evil mindset.
“doesn’t know!? are you kidding me!? they literally married in the infinity castle!” sanemi’s veins started popping out of his forehead, causing obanai to move a step closer in between them.
“oh.. right..” mitsuri bit her bottom lip in humiliation, wanting the earth to simply swallow her whole.
“but.. what if she was just brainwashed?” mitsuri spoke again, this time, with sureness in her voice.
“...that could be a possibility.” shinobu agreed with her, then glanced at sanemi who seemed to think the same as her.
“...whatever it is, we’ll get to ask her.” it was a conclusion, for sanemi, and everyone.
“but.. even if she tries to fight back, can we still not hurt her...?” it would not take a fool to hear the desperation in mitsuri’s voice, all she perhaps ever wanted was her friends to get back on their right minds. to her, this was not so far as what demons do.
“look, can you just plant it in that pretty little head of yours that no matter what — kindness will do you no fucking good? you’d be a fool to believe she’s a saint to start with. she married a murderer. a monster. what else is there to pity on her? go on, show kindness and i’ll watch you get taken advantage of.” sanemi sauntered menacingly towards mitsuri, “don‘t come crying if your head gets cut off or whatever.” he says at last, before leaving the room.
obanai glanced at mitsuri and gently patted her back, he wanted to be angry at sanemi, but he knew where he came from. after all, to trust in this world means you are willing to be fooled.
~~~~~
“that’s... her?” tengen asked, bewildered would be the right word, mixed along with shocked.
“she looks... normal.” and by normal, obanai means average. they looked you up and down once more, everything about you just seemed so plain that even tengen wasn’t that interested.
“normal or not, she’s something that not your average girls can compare to.” sanemi said, in a sinister tone.
“so? do we carry it out now?” obanai suggested impatiently.
“no, not... yet.” sanemi stood up and sauntered towards the busy street, eyeing you from afar.
“let’s see if that demon comes.” sanemi crossed his arms in patience, his fellow hashiras tagging along in hiding while you walked.
and, for who knows how many minutes had passed, sanemi concluded that it was time to conduct it.
“uh... hello, may i ask where the famous dango store is? i heard it’s really good!” mitsuri walked towards you, asking in a friendly smile.
“oh... it is right around the corner, near the public bathroom.” you pointed towards wherever you knew it was, but mitsuri insisted,
“oh, um.. can you please come with me? i’m really afraid to go alone... i’ve heard lots of creepy stories there.” feigning with fear, the other hashiras would commend her for an act well done.
and sure enough, that act was enough to convince you. “oh, from woman to woman, i also don’t feel safe around there. come.” you started to walk towards the location, looking back once in a while to see if mitsuri was still following you.
as you arrived, it became a secluded spot. the once lively red light district, grew unusually quiet in a certain corner you are in.
“oh, hmm.. the dango seller isn’t here... where could he be?” you mused, looking behind his stall to check, but sure enough, no one was around.
“ahh.. it’s really a shame, also the fact that they have to sell dango in this secluded area..” mitsuri feigned disappointment, all the while you looked at her with genuineness.
“shall we return?” you asked. perhaps this woman amused you.
“yes, please!” but as soon as she did, the light went out of you.
~~~~~
“well, that wasn’t so hard!” tengen whistled successfully, his hands behind his head.
“i would have thought it would need us to exert force.” shinobu said with nonchalance, her empty gaze never fazing.
“see? this is where kindness gets you.” sanemi sauntered towards your unconscious self, his sentence referring to mitsuri, who was now drowning in guilt.
soon enough, when you showed no signs of waking up, all the other hashiras left, leaving sanemi and shinobu, the ones who are so desperate for revenge.
~~~~~
a cough has been knocked out of you, followed then by a series of them.
“finally awake.” sanemi stood up, and sauntered towards you, stopping only when you were inches away.
he knelt down to your poor height, “say.. how can we enter the infinity castle?” the sudden question caught you off guard.
“look.. i don’t know how you demon slayers found out, but i will warn you. once he finds all of us, it will be the end.” you warned, but to them, it sounded like a threat.
sanemi merely chuckled, with a crazed laughter. “oh? and by the time he finds us, you’ve already faded to oblivion!” you winced at the loud voice, booming in your eardrum.
“shinazugawa-san.. perhaps it would be best if you took a fresh air. i have always suspected once your veins appear, you are about to lose control.” shinobu said calmly again, perhaps something about that voice makes him irk, but still, he obeyed.
after sanemi had left the room that’s seemingly a tent, it was now shinobu’s turn to kneel down to your crouching height.
“such pure innocence.. yet you choose to be tainted by impurity. why?” she held your chin gently, as if to gaze on your face, and stare in your eyes.
“he is a demon, yes. but he is not a monster.” you gritted your teeth.
“but do you know all of his deeds?” shinobu tilted her head to the right.
“yes,” you bit your lip, “but he also has kindness within. however would i have loved him if he was full of evil?”
shinobu was confused, but as usual, it wouldn’t be visible in her face. “then where is it? the so-called kindness?”
“he wouldn’t be called a demon if he showed them.”
“then how can you say so?”
“because i have no bruises, no wounds, no nothing.”
“...not yet.”
“there is no yet. for he has already laid his finger on me, but it would not be filled with violence, but instead of warmth and gentleness.”
“that is kindness?”
“no, that is affection. his kindness lies from deep within. he has the power to wipe down the earth, but he did not, and will not, because he only wishes for one thing. and if he has his hands on that one thing, then he will be at peace, and every deed will end.”
shinobu paused for a moment, but continued, “for every affection and kindness he had shown you, every single person dies. do you not feel pity?”
but, you merely chuckled. “you ask that of a killer’s wife.”
shinobu squinted her eyes and sighed, “such pride you put in that shameful title. i am losing patience.”
“let me go, and he will not harm anyone here.”
shinobu’s gaze darkened, “there is no one here. it is merely you and I, and that man from before. why would you have thought we would have brought a ticking danger in our homes?”
“that is a good point. but will you let me go?”
“no. we will wait for your dear husband to come. after all, you are the bait.” shinobu then, left, whooshing the curtain of the tent with a cold breeze.
and as all three of you waited, along with the other hashiras that had arrived, night finally fell, and still, no signs of muzan.
but, as soon as midnight did fall, horror started to arise. in a swift motion, tengen, who had been guarding a few meters away, was knocked out.
next, then, came for mitsuri who did not miss to scream and alert everyone, then, next was obanai, who, in turn took a hit for mitsuri, and the wind was knocked out of him.
perhaps it was not only madness and fear, but the shrill horror and terror that muzan brought was overwhelming.
he sauntered towards the very tent you were in, not missing the chance to bash sanemi’s head on a nearby tree, and grip shinobu’s neck in the air.
but, instead of fear, you felt safe as soon as you saw him enter the tent, with shinobu in tow.
but, of course, you did not feel too happy that he would be willing to commit a massacre for you.
“...muzan, let her go and untie me, please?” you pleaded in a soft voice, one that would always lull muzan.
but, he gritted his teeth and gripped shinobu’s neck much tighter. “and why should i? when they have caused you pain!?” he was angry now.
he threw shinobu to the side, and was about to untie you, until sanemi and mitsuri were quick to their feet and slashed muzan.
but, unfortunately, it was merely his back and he had easily healed in less than a second. his crimson eyes glowed in the dark. it was as if a ravenous beast was starving, and is willing to tear and eat every single thing it sees.
his long nails lunged towards mitsuri, but sanemi sliced his wrist, in which — quickly regenerated and still reached for mitsuri’s throat, but also which she luckily dodged.
then, another series of slash and slices, in which he finally used 30% of his strength, slicing sanemi’s body diagonally, that blood rushed out from him, leaving him in the ground, in pain.
mitsuri watched in horror, her fellow hashira dying all because of hunger, and this too — was the cause of her death, her inability to act and think led to her own demise, and was slashed savagely by the throat, in which he so grotesquely ravaged.
but, just when muzan thought it had been over, sanemi lunged in action again. with... a few modifications of his body.
something — something. ignited in muzan, as if seeing someone so determined, despite the low chances — it just fuels his cruel desire to break that determined soul.
seeing sanemi — the scarred white-haired man that he slashed almost in half, now with steel bars in between his body, perhaps to keep it from splitting, his skin covering the gruesome bloodshed of his own, each end of the four steel bars plunged into his skin to keep it from opening. you almost felt like puking, had you looked longer.
seeing mitsuri, a death of a hashira did not waver sanemi though, even if deep inside, he truly cared. he lunged again at muzan, only for muzan to move twice faster than him, and slashed half his face only — in which that because sanemi managed to dodge in a mere second.
had he dodged in two seconds, it would be the end. you yelled, “muzan!! don’t hurt them, please? they didn’t hurt me!!” this was the first time muzan ever killed someone in front of you, also in a brutal way you’d never think was possible.
“they were about to!!” sanemi took your small banter with muzan as an advantage, and kept lunging, along with shinobu that finally stood with a broken right leg, and continuously attacked.
but, even so that muzan was outnumbered, he still managed to lunge both of them towards the darkness of the forest, and disappeared in the night.
he finally sauntered towards you, concern glimmered in your eyes as sweat dripped from your forehead to your chin, as you panted in the cold air.
he expected fear was instilled in your eyes, but no — it was merely the same eyes that had ever looked at him since the day you first met.
your eyes never showed anger, hatred, and especially, fear.
he caressed your cheek with his now calloused hand, in which you so lovingly nuzzled against, as he untied you.
“...let us return home, my dear.” he said with pure gentleness, one that no one had ever heard of. he softly placed a kiss on your forehead as he helped you stand, and walked towards the darkness of the forest.
perhaps, kindness is what saved desperate people in madness.
★ • ° ` — BONUS:
“but — muzan-” for the thirty-third time, you were cut off again.
“no buts. i am going if you are going. i am not letting you leave alone ever again, not after what happened a few weeks ago.” muzan simply crossed his arms stubbornly.
“but... i am fine, i swear. not only have i healed, but i have also put my guard up now!! really, really high.” you tried to convince him, but again, to no avail.
“you are too kind to put your guard up high. i just know the same thing would happen again, if they used different tactics. and that is why i am going with you.” you simply sighed as he started walking, leaving you standing there until you finally followed along.
your hands reached and intertwined with his, as he tightly gripped your hand, with of course, such care before continuing, “from now on, i will not lose sight of you. and no, that is not a request.”
firmly, you finally sighed in defeat and nodded.
perhaps, unkind and kind people could be together.
She was dating one of the hashiras (you choose, preferably male) when she was sent on a mission to get close to Muzan and relay information. She ends up falling in love with Muzan and him her, but one night he follows her and finds out where she’s been going and sees the other dude kiss her, he’s obviously furious and starts a whole ass fight. He ends up giving her an ultimatum, she can either come live with him and be a demon or she can stay and die with the other guy, she chooses Muzan (he’s super smug, he knew she’d chose him), the other guy is begging her not to do this and that he’s brain washed her etc…
I don’t know how to end it but I really hope that makes sense, but do whatever you want with it!
Thank you so much if you do write it! If not no hard feelings 🩷
🎗️ • ° ` — \\ “WRONG TIME, WRONG PERSON?”
╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: muzan x hashira!y/n
╰┈➤ W/C: 4.5k+
╰┈➤ CONTAINS: ONE cuss word., violence, choking, hints of killing, & muzan is 1,000 while reader is 21. (but both r 1,000+ yro in the bonus.)
╰┈➤ A/N: HELPP WTF THIS WAS SO LONG FOR A REQUESTTTT.
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november 29, xxxx.
“sanemi! happy birthday to you!” enthusiastically, you peeked your head in the wind hashira’s estate, “look! i brought some ohagis over!” as the wind hashira’s gaze could only soften and welcome you into his warm home.
in this world, it was not so often that births are celebrated. not only because of the ordinary populace’s decline in poverty, but also because of the demons who make those of “heroes” forget.
that’s why, in this smallest gesture you could ever do, sanemi loved you, even when it was hard for him to express it.
and that’s also why, three days later, sanemi disapproved of the news, and wished to instead take on your mission in your place, saying that it was too dangerous, but of course, he could do nothing as it was per oyakata-sama’s orders.
due to the help of the kamado kid last week, the hashiras and possibly the whole demon slayers have already known muzan — the demon king’s face by now.
and so, there you see him, strolling around at the red light district, with his supposedly “wife and daughter” as you have already started your mission just about two hours ago.
his red, crimson eyes say everything, and his evil aura could be felt from miles away.
sneakily, you blend in to the crowd, hoping to not lose sight of him, and thank god, you did not. you took a newspaper from a random old man’s hand, sneaking in a little “sorry” as he looked at you with a flabbergasted expression.
discreetly, you started to “read” the newspaper as you keep switching places to another, as muzan and his “family” kept sauntering away to wherever location they were going.
honestly, you didn’t know why you were the hashira chosen for this mission. both shinobu and mitsuri are far more capable, but they did say your beauty is outmatched, one that could mesmerize even the coldest of hearts. i mean — just look at sanemi, that man is as hard as rock, as cold as ice, and as angry as fire. and yet, here you were, making him go all putty in your hands, as if he was never the man he was before he met you.
after a few stops, muzan and his “wife” arrived at a readied, secluded carriage, in which he sent his wife and daughter away, leaving him still in the area.
as you slowly, discreetly, go back to the bench you were once sitting at, you continued to pretend reading the still newspaper in your hand, as he made his way to a certain building — for prostitutes.
expectedly, that’s what evil men do anyway, cheat on their wives, hurt them, without any ounce of care as muzan just held his head up high as he walked towards the building’s entrance. but surprisingly, this demon king had a lot of time in his hands as if demon slayers never existed.
and so, you waited, and waited, until he came out of the building. it was for ten minutes, which was so long for you, but so short if he ever participated in any sexual orientation.
for the past few days, you followed, and followed him around like a lost puppy, still avoiding his eerie, deadly gaze.
until, one day, that spying from afar ended, when he found out and cornered you on an empty alley.
“how pathetic. you like me, you say?” you nod your head vigorously, as you lied through your pink, plump lips, with the claim that you followed him around because you liked him, as his deep, gruff voice asked you.
“hah. do you not know that I am a married man?” he said, with pure mockery in his voice, but you could only resist rolling your eyes in response, as you know full well that he does not even love his wife, and he dares to say that with such fake pride.
“i-i’m sorry...” you could only mutter a pitiful apology, after all, this man wrapping his whole hand around your neck can just kill you before you can even blink your eye.
“why apologize-” as muzan was about to retort something, he could sense that one of his demons was nearby, and he couldn’t risk having his identity revealed to you, yet.
he let out a disappointed “tsk” as he then, disappeared out of the alley.
and from that encounter on, you learned that this mission was just as hellish as hell.
you took a short break for three to four days, currently eating at a ramen shop, when,
“we’ve met again.” again, a deep, gruff voice was behind you, its familiarity was so hard to forget, that you shivered without even seeing the source of that voice.
eagerly, a child’s voice could be heard right after the man’s voice, “daddy, i’d like my usual ramen!” curious, you finally looked behind you to see the demon king himself, standing tall and proud along with a little girl standing beside him.
“hm,” muzan hummed in agreement, “go on then, doll, order up. i’d like to catch up with my dear old friend here.” almost immediately, he was sitting in front of you, leaving no choice but to humor him and act all clueless again.
“it seems we have some unfinished business, hm?” he leaned back against the couch, with an underlying smirk threatening to appear.
he heard you gulp, “...haha.. do we..? I don’t remember, unfortunately-” and almost immediately, he ‘accidentally’ knocked out the glass full of water on the floor, making you shiver and jolt in surprise; “oh please.. I don’t like to play pretend.”
you gulped again, but this time, you had to build up pounds of courage to finally stop him from whatever imaginations and delusions he might come up with.
“yes, I do like you! b-but what of it?? ‘ts not like you’re gonna like me back or somethin’-” you immediately shut up after that, afraid to slip your ‘true’ words, trying to continue the act of a lovesick-pathetic girl.
“hmm... indeed, but there’s really something about you that I can’t quite get out of my mind.. hmm.. your beautiful features? or.. your blood, perhaps?” that last question sent chills down your spine as he tilted his head mockingly.
did he find out? did your act fail? is he gonna kill you here and now?
“daddy!” suddenly, a loud, cheery voice could be heard as the little girl from back then — who you now remember as his daughter, carrying a bowl of ramen and proceeded to sit beside her ‘dad’.
muzan simply looked at her, and back at you, still with a sinister smirk threatening to appear.
but, you wondered, even though he was a cruel, evil man, a child seems to have taken a liking to him.
maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as bad as they’ve all said, or maybe he was just manipulating the little girl-
“so? your answer to my question, please.” sarcastic. you thought, as if a demon would ever say ‘please’ out of sincerity.
wait- what question?
oh.
“i-i’m afraid there’s no answer to that question, muz- mister!” your eyes widened in horror as you accidentally slipped out a word that may have broken your stuttering-pitiful-scared facade.
“oh? is that so?” his grin widened. it was at this moment that you knew he knew everything.
“muz what?” of course, he’ll ask.
“oh, no! nothing! i was simply having a speech error haha-”
“speech error? never heard of that.” muzan immediately cut you off, despite the grin still in his face, you know you’re playing a dangerous game with the changed look in his eyes.
“daddy, why does she look scared?” again, the little girl interrupted, she’s probably saved your life two times this hour already.
“hmm... what do you think, darling? does daddy look scary?” he asked his daughter with a sweet tone, leaning in on his daughter with a hush whisper.
“no, daddy doesn’t look scary at all!” from her father, she turned her head towards you, “he’s the best daddy in the whoooooleee wide world!!” she said, emphasizing the word ‘whole’ with her hands expanding on an invisible space.
it makes you rethink. again. was this all a manipulative act, or a sincere admiration of the little one?
“hm.” muzan hums in agreement, a smug, distinct proud smile on his lips.
“lady, what’s your name? daddy barely has any friends, so i want to know you!” the innocent voice of the child despite insulting words makes you look at muzan, who was not very happy with his child’s words, side-eyeing her even, his smile completely fading.
it makes you chuckle.
~~~~~
you didn’t know what happened, but.. why are you and the demon king himself babysitting his daughter in the park?
“hehe! come, y/n! let’s play some more!” oh goodness, hearing the child’s cheery voice makes you shudder in dread, she was innocently evil for making you catch pigeons for her.
yet, unbeknownst, you had fun. it made you forget your problems, your mission, and... the fact that you were with the demon king himself. that day, he was only muzan to you, a sophisticated man. nothing more, nothing less.
sometimes, you also forget you once hated children. they were the epitome of the devil, you say; yet here you are — laughing with a child that you knew for only a few hours.
and so, the day has come to an end. as you slowly walk away, you can hear sniffles coming from little anna, muzan’s daughter’s name.
muzan didn’t try to soothe nor comfort his little girl, despite her messy attempts at wiping her tears and snot.
meters apart, you felt relief in your chest that you weren’t the only one who got attached. softly, did you smile, and slowly, did you turn and completely walk away.
yet, not even four steps ahead, the little girl ran and clung on your leg, “y/n!! don’t leave, don’t leave, i want you to stay!!” her snot only grew longer, and her face only became wetter.
you knelt down, using a piece of cloth you always bring around to wipe her snot and tears. unbeknownst, muzan watched the sight with dear. it was the first time that his daughter had easily grown attached to a grown up. after all, the little girl was taught never to talk to strangers.
“tomorrow.” suddenly, muzan spoke. “she will come back.” he continued. then, with eyes full of hope, the little girl looked up to you, “promise?” as she slowly stopped crying.
quietly, you sighed, and discreetly, you glared at muzan, having to be forced to see his face again.
but yet, how could you say no? anna stopped crying, whilst her eyes glimmered in such hope. you’d be evil to crush that light out of her eyes when you say no. so, instead, “i promise.” reluctantly, you agreed, and smiled.
~~~~~
hours, days, weeks, had passed. and the tomorrows’ seem to never end.
little anna chuckled as you both spent your time on the ground, relaxing for a moment after an exhausting race with her.
“hehe, you’re so fun to be with, y/n.” little anna’s head swayed side by side, as if lulling herself to sleep with the cold, comforting breeze of the wind.
then, her head fell forward, as you caught her and positioned her in a more comfortable position, her head against your shoulder. yet, you never fail to hear the words that escaped her mouth before she had been lulled to sleep, “i wish you were my mama..”
your eyes widened, looking down at the now asleep anna against your shoulder. muzan only chuckled, who — by the way, scared you to death as he bought some ohagis, and never announced his return.
“seems like she likes you.” he said, as he plopped down and handed you your fair share of ohagis.
“thanks for pointing out the obvious.” you chewed on a ohagi, one with the sesame and soy bean flavor, its taste somewhere along with ‘strong’ or ‘rough’, something not really your type, but sanemi’s type.
right- how is sanemi? it’s been long, way too long, actually. you never went back to the demon slayer base, nor went home to your estate.
you missed him, dearly. you’ve been way too distracted with this man in front of you, eating the same flavor of ohagi that your beloved liked.
you hated the beat of your heart that would grow faster each and every time your skin brushes against his, when he’d look at you differently than he would look at everyone else, or even when right now — when he’d hand-feed you the same ohagi he had given to you, and the same one that he had chewed on.
it made your heart flutter, and you hated every single bit of it.
the guilt of falling in love with an enemy is unbearable — it makes you want to kill yourself.
you stared at his deep, red, crimson eyes. it was the same eyes that looked at every living thing disgustingly, yet also the same eyes that looked at you with affection.
right, how did it start? it was merely little anna that you thought who grew to enjoy your company, and like you. you never noticed anything, but a few weeks before, muzan had started to place himself nearer to you, started laughing at your lame jokes, and you guys eventually started to get along in most things.
it had given you an advantage, yet the only problem was he still had his guard up high.
hell, you didn’t even know what to do, the only instruction given to you was to gather information, but even up until now, oyakata-sama never sent you a single letter.
so, you decided, it was best to see for yourself how your fellow demon slayers were doing, also your companion crow that was forced to stay behind otherwise your cover might be blown.
~~~~~
“aaackk!! y/n-san you’ve arrived!!” mitsuri says, with her voice full of joy and excitement, as she also greeted you with her very warm hug.
“o-okay m-mitsuri- hah- san-” you said breathlessly, after the many times you were shaken and jumped on by your arrival, not to mention; mitsuri’s hug could kill.
“mitsuri-san, please allow her to breathe in some air.” shinobu, with her ever so smiling face, calmly told mitsuri.
“oh! oops! sorry, i’m just soo excited!!” instead of hugging you again, mitsuri rejoiced in clapping her hands.
you felt relieved, everyone seemed to be okay here, and you felt happy, everyone seemed to be still the same, celebrating your arrival in one piece.
after catching up your breath, you looked around, and noticed something was off.
“where’s sanemi?” you asked mitsuri, but before mitsuri could even answer, “he’s on his estate, my child.” oyakata-sama answered right behind you, giving you a jolt of shock, but also relief that he also stayed the same.
“oyakata-sama.” you bowed your head, out of respect, whilst, oyakata-sama merely chuckled and patted your head; “go forth, shinazugawa has been down too lately, you see — your absence had made him more aggressive, even I cannot control such temperament.” even if you heard the disappointment in oyakata-sama’s voice, he still remained calm, and reserved with a smile on his face.
“yeah! he even punched tanjiro-kun on the face when tanjiro-kun only asked where you were!!” mitsuri said, feigning sadness in her voice.
“he has visited the butterfly estate quite too often, with multiple injuries.” shinobu sighed and shook her head, but her smile was still remaining on her face.
you seriously have to go visit him now, until tengen added; “yeah! i don’t know if he’s become a brute old man, or a snarly beast at this point — he’s gone waaaay too far when he shoulder-bumped me! so not flamboyant!” tengen said exasperatedly, and you could only respond in a chuckle as you walked out.
oh, you wonder, how will he look like as a brute old man?
but more importantly — how will he look at you? will he still look at you with eyes that say “i love you”, or will it be brute aggression, just like the others described?
you hated how you hesitantly knocked on the door. you hated why you were so nervous, when you’ve spent most of your time with him.
weeks apart can’t possibly make you awkward with each other, right?
maybe. as you knocked softly, you can hear a grunting, deep voice within; “go away!”
you flinched. you have yet to be on sanemi’s bad side, this was the first.
you swallowed down the enveloping fear, though. this was not the time, you missed him. too much.
you knocked again, but this time, followed by your soft voice; “sanemi, it’s me.” a soft whisper, alluring to an ear, quick steps and thuds could be heard from within the estate, and the next thing you know; the door burst wide open — revealing a groggy, haggard sanemi.
his eye bags were as deep as the ocean, as black as the void, his lips were cracked as glass, his bed hair messy as a wolf’s uncared coat.
his eyes were wide open, as wide as the door he just burst open.
you never know. weeks apart, why do you still look the same, maybe even better than before, but why he — look worse than before?
immediately, his arms clasped around your body, but somehow, you didn’t feel the same way as you did before.
you felt nothing. the expectation of your heart rising, and the excitement of feeling his heat against yours, turned to disappointment.
instead, you hesitated. you didn’t know why, but you reluctantly hugged him back, seeming as to not share the same enthusiasm with him.
sanemi couldn’t wonder enough though, he was more than happy with your arrival. he could care less about such trivial things.
he pulled away, and patted his palm on all parts of your body, trying to comprehend if this is real, that you are real.
he looked in your eyes then. he had a spark, but you couldn’t share it. no, you didn’t feel the same way as you did before, it felt as if... you couldn’t get yourself to love him anymore.
weeks apart, and things already turned out this way.
weeks apart, and you are already ruined.
his eyes held the shiniest reflection of the moonlight, yet you couldn’t admire it better than you admired a certain crimson-eyed that reflected the sun a mere while ago.
it felt weird, honestly. you thought sanemi could be the one, yet you were wrong. very wrong.
suddenly, his lips latched on to yours. you felt disgusted, as if this wasn’t the same man you shared your meals with, spent most of your time with, and battled against all the problems life had presented you with. yet, it was still not right. you didn’t hold the same affection as he did, not anymore.
suddenly, the bush that had been quiet, had grown loud, followed with a snarl that immediately lunged at sanemi.
once his lips were unlatched from yours, you felt a wave of... relief? no, you didn’t know. but you were sure it felt comfortable once his lips left yours.
but, enough of that. the shadow that leaped from the darkness of the bush tackled sanemi to the ground, a groan released from the white-haired man as his back had hit the ground.
your eyes widened — seeing the very crimson-eyed one that you had admired just a while ago under the heat of the sun.
it didn’t look at you with affection, not anymore. and somehow, it saddens you.
his eyes were full of fierce and rage, and... yet a hint of... betrayal? hah. you wonder why.
upon eye contact with him, sanemi immediately took this chance and pushed muzan off with such strength, immediately grabbing his katana from his waist.
it didn’t matter if he was the third strongest hashira though. he was still up against the demon king himself, that he doesn’t even know of.
you looked at muzan with pleading eyes, but his back was turned against you. yet, muzan could feel that you wanted to spare sanemi, and that angers him more.
once again, muzan leaped towards sanemi, and even if sanemi did manage to slice his arm off, it still regenerated in less than a millisecond, causing him to be pounced towards the wall, with a blow to his neck.
muzan had now wrapped his fingers around sanemi’s neck, holding the white-haired man three inches from the ground, against the almost broken cemented wall.
a gasp escaped your lips, it happened so fast, out of reality. this is what the demon king is, a hundred times more powerful than his companions, than his creations.
you could only look at sanemi’s face turning almost purple, and trying to save him would only mean you wished for death.
“y/n... i’ll give you a choice. come, and be a demon, or stay... with this weakling and rot together?” the last two words did he emphasize, along with sending you a glare.
it scared you, sending shivers down to your spine, even.
quiver left your lips as you chose reluctantly, “please.. l-let him go..” yet, it was not the choice of a heart, but the choice of a pity.
unbeknowstly, muzan let go of sanemi, causing him to drop to the ground, a thud following right after.
muzan sauntered towards you, and that was then, when you realized you were chained to him from all eternity, the moment he had laid his eyes on you, and the moment that his hand clasped yours.
“let us go.” even if you did not say anything, muzan knew you chose him, when you asked to let sanemi go. after all, you only asked for the benefit and pity of the other, but not for the everlasting paradise of his. which meant, to muzan and you, you chose him.
but, before muzan could even take you away,
“y/n! stop!” sanemi tried to push the fight still within him, but as soon as he tried to stand, it all fell back down, including himself.
“fuck!- y/n! he’s brainwashing you!” yeah, maybe, he is. but does that even matter anymore? all the days you’ve spent together with this man had proved you enough that you were not brainwashed, that this was all by your will.
muzan smirked. you showed no signs of hesitation, and so, he continued dragging you away, away from that miserable excuse of a man.
as you were dragged away, each of your memories with sanemi taunted you. he was the very man you swore to be with your whole life, and to protect using your whole life, was now crawling in urgency to save you from the devil, but yet, you let yourself get dragged away by the devil himself.
even if you no longer had feelings for him, a pang could you feel in your heart, that you had stooped so low and betrayed the so-called love of your life just weeks passed.
the dragging continued, until you could no longer see sanemi, and could only hope for the best.
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the next morning, you woke up in an unfamiliar bed. it was of a soft, bouncy mattress, that even if you wanted to wake up, you’ll be lulled to sleep again.
then, the first thing you saw was the wall — an eerie color of red, one that reminded you of that crimson-eyed man so much. red roses decorated on the table, and on your right was a lamp, and on your left was a glass of water.
you chugged it down, the lump and dry of your throat was now satiated.
next, you stood up, and saw a mirror across the room. you walked over to it, and found yourself in a pretty, white nightgown.
next, the door slowly creaked open, revealing the very man you chose — muzan.
“ah, if it isn’t a beauty lingering in my room i see.” muzan teased and leaned against the doorframe, all the while little anna appeared right behind him, with swollen, puffy eyes.
she rushed up to you with open arms, all the while you accepted her whole-heartedly, asking her what had happened, whilst patting and rubbing her back.
“mom- mommy’s gone!!” sniffles, then come the loudest sobbing, as you suspiciously looked at muzan who had no look of little care nor sympathy.
“and that’s exactly why y/n here will treat you out.” his smirk widened, causing you to glare at him — knowing full well that he’s the main reason of this child’s despair.
but yet, you have no choice. “wait for me outside, okay? i’ll change first.” you wiped little anna’s tears away, and stood up.
you have no choice, because this will be how you’ll live from now on. and you don’t even hate it. not even a single bit.
★ • ° ` — BONUS:
“kyahahaha! mama can’t catch me, mama can’t catch me!” the little child giggled, as you sighed and took off your blindfold, wondering how she makes up these cruel games, and wondering how she makes you play these games.
“oh, no, i’ve fallen. i’m resting now.” you said exasperatedly, and so fake, that the child didn’t believe you and decided to sit on the couch with you too.
it’s tiresome, being a mother of two girls, but, they have become your only source of living, same goes with your husband.
ever since muzan took you under his shelter, he treated you like you were truly his wife, and turned you into a demon, same went for little anna, who successfully turned into one despite the very low chances.
and now, you look around the living room of your home, as you sit comfortably on the couch.
the walls of your home were fairly white, some parts in beige, but you didn’t miss the detail of the lighting of the chandelier, one so bright and grand simply hanging on top of you.
you wonder, if you truly deserved this luxury, for over a thousand years of living, that you’ve reached this modernized world, that most of your friends probably died of old age.
you couldn’t stop thinking about it, when the door bell rang, and as soon as the very people entered, your heart beat in joy, and your eyes sparkled under the same chandelier.
you walked up and greeted anna, who was now fairly an inch taller than you.
then next, came muzan walking in, with who knows what his smirk was about now.
even the little child you were playing with earlier simply stated; “daddy, why do you look like that?”
as if offended, muzan just stared down at the little one as all of you laughed happily.
you and your girls love teasing the only man in the family, after all.
