My name is Amanda! I use she/her pronouns and I’m 20 years old. My main account is @daised-daisy
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I got into Demon Slayer thanks to my brother and now I’m a teensy bit obsessed, especially with Douma.
I try to make my reader as neutral as possible in all physical aspects (gender, skin color, hair type and length, weight, etc) but apologies in advance if I ever forget and say something that couldn’t be applied to one of your attributes. Feel free to point it out as well, so I can avoid it in the future. Unfortunately, I can’t really do this for all physical disabilities, so the reader will be written as able bodied unless requested otherwise.
I have read the manga so I can’t guarantee these stories will be spoiler free if you only watch the anime, but I’ll be sure to warn if any big spoilers are included.
For the most part, I write these stories on my phone in bed before falling asleep, so expect a few errors here and there and possibly some things that don’t make sense due to my sleepiness. Don’t let that scare you away though!
My requests are always open, though I can’t guarantee I’ll get to yours in a short time (or ever tbh), but I’ll do my best! If you have any questions, feel free to ask! :)
My favorites to write for are Douma and Sanemi <3
Boundaries:
I will not write romance for the characters under 18, but I can write platonic or familial stuff for them.
I will not write anything where the reader is unwilling in the relationship. If you want your character to act crazy about you, you’re gonna be into it.
If you think your ask might’ve gotten eaten, please consider I might just be stuck on the prompt or I just wasn’t feeling it. You can send it again to be sure but please don’t try to send it more than twice.
hey hey! may i request a douma x demon! reader (can be either a common demon or a upper moon) where the reader is not annoyed with douma's behavior and is okay with the idea of being his friend? i hope none of this sounded weird, but if it did, it's just because i'm not a native English speaker 🕴️
Your english is perfect, don’t worry!
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Muzan’s number one was sick and tired of his immediate subordinate. He didn’t know how Douma kept finding him, especially since, unlike the cult leader with a temple to call home, Kokushibo scarcely stayed in one place longer than a few days at a time. Yet somehow Douma always found his way to Kokushibo to bother him in the name of “conversation” and “friendship,” two things Kokushibo had zero interest in.
“Hello, Kokushibo! It’s been a while!” Douma greeted with his annoyingly wide grin after sneaking up on him while he was stalking around a forest looking for his next victim. He sighed. He usually wasn’t one to break his stoic character, but Douma was getting on his last nerves.
“That is… false. It has only been one week and three days since our last interaction,” he corrected as he turned to him, all six of his piercings red eyes glaring at him. “Please cease these unwanted visits, Douma, before it becomes an issue.”
“Why so cold, Kokushibo? I only–” Douma cut himself off when Kokushibo sprinted off into the night without a single glance back. He frowned.
“If you’re looking for someone to talk to, I’ve got time,” a new voice spoke. Douma turned to the source, surprised to see another demon hanging down from a tree branch, smiling at him. Douma tilted his head at them.
“And who are you?” he asked, taking a few cautious steps toward them.
“I’m (Y/N),” you answered, letting go of the branch and gracefully landing on the ground on your feet. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. You’re Upper Moon Two, aren’t you?” You tapped your cheek just beneath your eye, noting his marked pupils.
“Yes, I am,” Douma said, smiling. “Tell me, what are you doing here, (Y/N)?”
“I was looking for food when I heard you and Upper Moon One talking. At first, I thought you might be humans who’d gotten lost,” you explained.
“Oh, are you hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” you said. “My blood demon art isn’t very useful for catching humans.”
“Then let me take you back to my temple. I have plenty of people to feed on there,” he offered, grabbing your hand and starting back towards his home, not giving you any room to refuse. Being a much more powerful and experienced demon than you, he could run much faster, so you struggled not to stumble as he dragged you along. After what felt like forever, you arrived at your destination and were finally given a chance to steady your balance as Douma led you to the door.
“Make yourself comfortable while I fetch one of my followers,” he instructed. You nodded and looked around, plopping down in a pile of pillows.
After your meal, as I’m sure you don’t wish to read about that, you and Douma continued to talk. As you did, Douma kept wondering when you’d say you’d had enough, that you were too tired to go on, that he was too much for you, but you never did. You talked until one of his attendants knocked on the door to tell him people were there to see him. He couldn’t believe how much time had gone by. He also nearly killed the poor man for interrupting his conversation with you.
“I should let you get back to your followers,” you said. I’ll be out as soon as the sun sets,” you said.
“No!” he said, grabbing your wrist as if you were already walking away. “Stay. Please. I want to talk to you again. I haven’t had someone to talk to like this in so long. Please stay.”
“Well, if you don’t mind,” you said, your cheeks faintly heating up.
“Then it’s settled! I’ll have one of my followers give you a tour of the temple while I’m busy, then we’ll meet back here tonight,” he said. You nodded. He clapped his hands together and smiled. “Great! I’ll see you then!”
Summary: Struggling with something blocking you from reaching your full potential, you turn to the calm yet powerful water hashira for help. He himself is battling unfamiliar feelings brought on by his constant isolation, or so he thinks. Your best friend, Ailyna (eye-lee-nuh), tries to help the both of you, but is also caught in her own internal battle to move on from a failed mission. All the while, the war against the demons rages on.
Word Count: 3,214
Warnings: canon-level explicitness (injury, death, etc); no explicit spoilers (this may or may not change for future chapters)
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Note: This may look familiar because I posted a different version before, but decided to revamp it and change my direction slightly so I have a better idea of where this story will go.
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You struggled to maintain your total concentration breathing as you chased a demon through a forest while being pursued by another. Though you wanted to stay focused on the mission, you couldn’t help but wonder if the water hashira, who you were assisting on this mission, was judging your shortcomings as you constantly felt his piercing blue eyes glance in your direction. Giyuu Tomioka was always so calm and collected. Even now as he faced off with a third demon, his face was emotionless and his movements steady.
Compared to him, you felt like a flailing fool, no better than when you’d first picked up a katana. You’d volunteered to go on this mission specifically to show off your skills so maybe he’d agree to help you improve them. You furrowed your brows, determination growing within you. You weren’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. You spun around, and using the momentum of your spin, made your move.
“Water breathing. Sixth form: Whirlpool!” you exclaimed, the air around becoming an extension of your sword, slicing right into the demon and cutting him in half. Then, as he was down, you moved again without rest or hesitation. “First form: water surface slash!” Your blade cut through its neck and it began to disintegrate.
I hope he saw that. That ought to have made a good impression, you thought. You wanted to continue the chase, but an all too familiar pain running through your forearms made you freeze. You dropped your katana, one hand gripping the other arm as you sucked in a sharp breath, finally losing control over your total concentration breathing.
“(L\N)!” you looked up at the frantic call of your name. Giyuu was sprinting towards you. You furrowed your brows. The third demon was still alive behind him. So why was he running towards you? And even more confusing was how the demon had lasted this long against a hashira.
Giyuu shoved you aside as soon as you were within reach, and as you stumbled back, you finally realized why. The demon you’d been chasing had made a u-turn and started charging at you. You gasped as it slashed at Giyuu with its sharp claws, cutting through his uniform and into his chest. Meanwhile, the third demon grabbed his leg and bit it hard.
The clawed demon immediately resumed its initial goal of attacking you. It lunged toward you, but this time you were prepared. Performing another water surface slash, you cut off its head. And just a few moments after, the third demon was decapitated as well by Giyuu.
“Tomioka-san, are you okay?” you asked, rushing over to him as he looked down at his bleeding chest. You reached a hand out to inspect it for any poison. As your hand grazed his skin, Giyuu quickly stepped back.
“I’m fine,” he said. You noted the slightest tremor in his voice and he seemed to hide his face from your view by letting his hair hang over it as he looked down. You wondered if he was trying to hide his pain. “Let’s just go to the butterfly mansion since it’s not too far from here.”
“Oh, okay,” you said. “Thank you, by the way. I can’t believe I didn’t see that demon coming. And I’m impressed that you sensed it somehow. Your perception skills are incredible!” Giyuu shrugged. “And you know… it’d be nice if someone could help me improve mine.”
You waited for an offer, but he didn’t supply any sort of response at all. You frowned but kept walking, joining him in silence.
You’d always looked up to Tomioka. Ever since you met him shortly after he became a hashira and he was sent to rescue you and a few other lower-level demon slayers after you got caught up in a battle with a lower moon. It was thanks to him that everyone on your team lived to see another sunrise.
Much like the one that had just finished when the butterfly mansion finally came into view.
“(Y\N)-chan!” a singsong, if not slightly whiney, voice cried out as you neared the front gate. A girl of about your age ran towards you, tears in her gray eyes and your crow on her shoulder. You hadn’t even realized it had left. “Oh my gosh! Are you okay? Your crow told me someone was injured. Do you need medical attention? You’re not gonna die, are you?” You laughed.
“Ailyna, calm down! I’m fine,” you assured her. “I’m not the one who got injured, Tomioka is.” She looked at you in confusion before Giyuu caught her eye.
“Oh! Tomioka-san! I didn’t realize you were here,” she said. “Wow, you’d think I’d notice a hashira being right in front of me, huh?” She laughed until you lightly elbowed her. She gave you a confused look, but you ignored it.
“Uh, Tomioka, this is my good friend, Ailyna Akashibo,” you introduced. She waved, smiling brightly. He nodded to her, then moved past her toward the entrance.
“Oh, (Y\N), I’m so glad you’re alright,” Ailyna said, wrapping you in a hug.
“Thanks,” you said, starting after Giyuu towards the mansion. “What are you doing here by the way? I thought Kocho-san said you’d be fully healed by now.”
“Oh, I am, actually,” she said, twirling a strand of her long, brown hair, which was put up in two half-up half-down pigtails, as she walked with you. “But Aoi and Kanoe were having trouble with rehabilitation training with some boys who faced a lower moon, so I offered to help before I get my next mission.”
“I see,” you said, “and how’s that going?”
“Wonderfully!” she exclaimed. “For the most part. There is one boar-headed brat who really gets on my nerves.” You tilted your head curiously.
“Boar-headed...?”
“He keeps talking about fighting people to prove his strength and has insisted I duel him multiple times. He never listens when I try to critique him. I totally get why Aoi and Kanoe were having trouble,” she explained. “Once he even tried blowing up my skirt with one of his breathing techniques just because I mentioned I always wear shorts underneath and he wanted to see if I was telling the truth. Isn’t that ridiculous?!”
“Oh dear,” you said, holding back a slight giggle.
“Right now they’re all res—INOSUKE!”
You jumped at your friend’s sudden shout. Looking over, you saw a boy had tackled Ailyna, and you suddenly understood what ‘boar-headed brat’ meant. He poured a cup of water on her head.
“Ahahaha! I did it! I caught you and I poured the water on you! I won!” he exclaimed proudly, his voice slightly hoarse.
“We’re not training right now! That doesn’t count, you idiot!” Ailyna told him. “Now get off me!”
“Akashibo-san! I’m so sorry! I tried to stop him but I lost sight of him!” a boy with strikingly blond hair whined as he ran towards them, pulling his friend off of her. She stood up and dusted herself off.
“Do you see what I’m dealing with?” she said to you.
“Well, I’m sorry, Ailyna, but I should go check on Tomioka. It’s my fault he got injured after all,” you said, managing to slip away before the girl could catch you.
“(Y\N)!” she called out, pouting as you were already gone.
“(Y\N)? That was the name the half and half haori guy was mumbling about when I saw him the other day,” Inosuke said. Ailyna looked at him with raised brows, her interest quite obviously piqued, “Man, he had a really weird look on his face.”
“Huh?” she said. “What are you talking about? What look?”
“I dunno. It was kind of like the one Shonzitsu makes when the girls are—”
“What? Is he still being weird to them?” she interrupted, turning to the other boy with a fire in her eyes. “Zenitsu, do we need to have another talk about how to act around ladies?”
“N-no, Akashibo-san! I stopped doing it. I swear! I’m a completely reformed gentleman, I promise!” he defended.
“Good,” she said, turning back to Inosuke. “Alright, beast boy, drop and give me fifty for that little stunt you just pulled.”
~
You found Giyuu sitting topless on a bed with his chest and right ankle wrapped in bandages and his haori neatly folded on his lap.
“Hello,” you said as you entered the room. He looked up, and it must’ve been a trick of the lighting or embarrassment of being shirtless as his face seemed to turn red, but he quickly regained his composure.
“Your friend is very loud,” he noted.
“Ailyna? Yeah, I can’t argue with that,” you laughed. “But anyway, how are you feeling?”
“I’m fine,” he said. “But my uniform was ripped pretty badly. I’ll have to get a new one made.”
“Is your haori okay?”
“Yes, luckily it managed to remain unscathed,” he said.
“That’s good,” you said. “So, listen. I guess I screwed up pretty badly today, and I–“
“We all make mistakes,” Giyuu interrupted. “I’m just glad I was there so that mistake wasn’t lethal. Be more careful in the future.”
“I definitely will, but I was actually also hoping you’d be willing to train with me to help me become better so I’m less likely to make a mistake again,” you said.
“Why would you want to train with me?” he asked. You blinked.
“Huh? Because you’re a hashira!” you answered. “Just like Ailyna trained with Rengoku for a while to learn how to be braver and more sure of herself.” You chuckled as a memory from long ago resurfaced, specifically a memory of watching her scare herself with the electric sparks she created. “She used to be a quivering mess, but now she’s and incredibly powerful demon slayer with a firm grasp on her abilities. Imagine what I could do learning from you!”
“I’m not like Rengoku,” he said.
“Of course not,” you said, sitting beside him. “You’re you. That’s why I’m coming to you and not him.”
“Honestly, (L\N), I don’t think training with me would be anything more than a waste of your time,” he insisted, turning away from you, staring at the hard tile floor.
“But–”
“Here it is,” Aoi suddenly spoke as she entered the room carrying a small container of a clear liquid and some bandages. “Rub a small amount of this ointment onto the bite mark every six hours for the next three days and apply fresh bandages after each application, even after the bleeding has stopped. Understood?” Giyuu put on his haori to cover his chest and stood up. He took the items from her.
“Yes, thank you,” he said. “I will be going now.”
“Safe travels,” she said. You watched as Giyuu hurried out of the room, frowning.
“Do you need something as well?” Aoi asked.
“No, thank you. I was just checking up on Tomioka since I was his partner for this past mission,” you said.
“Then shoo! This isn’t a social room,” she said, rushing you out.
~
Giyuu hurried down the hallway, praying you wouldn’t follow right after him. Not that he wouldn’t love to spend more time with you, but he couldn’t let you convince him to train you. It wouldn’t be too hard for you to do. He had had trouble saying no to you just once. He didn’t know if he had the will to do it again.
As he stepped outside, he saw your friend and the two boys. He wondered where Tanjiro and Nezuko were and how they were doing. It was hard to believe two whole years had passed since he’d first found them on that snowy mountain. He remembered most distinctly the fear in Tanjiro’s eyes while his sister’s life was at his mercy. And, of course, the trick he pulled in an attempt to save her life.
“Tomioka-san!” The sound of Ailyna’s voice ripped him from his thoughts. He slowly turned around and was greeted by her grinning face. “How was the mission with (Y\N)?”
“It was successful,” he said, continuing forward.
“No, I mean like, did anything interesting happen?” she asked, following him.
“No,” he said. “Now leave me be. I’m tired.”
“Why so rude? I’m just trying to be friends,” she huffed. “Come on. Shinobu says you don’t have any, but I can change that.” She smiled again. “So tell me all about it!”
“Stop talking.”
“Why? You’re obviously injured so it’s not like you have a mission you need to do. Let’s–”
“Tomioka! Ailyna! Wait up!” Ailyna nearly tripped at the sudden sound of your voice, but Giyuu swiftly put an arm out to stop her fall. He looked over his shoulder at you.
“Please get ahold of your yapping companion,” he requested.
“Yapping?!” Ailyna exclaimed in disbelief, her cry eerily reminiscent of a certain four-legged fluffy creature. She crossed her arms. “Hmph! No wonder you have no friends.” She stomped off. You sighed.
“I’m sorry,” you said. “She can be a little… much, but I swear she’s the sweetest person you’ll know if you get to know her.”
“I don’t plan on it,” he said bluntly.
“That’s a shame,” you said. “I’m hoping you won’t oppose to us getting to know each other better though.” Giyuu felt his ears start to burn and he looked to the side. “Perhaps as we… train together?”
‘Oh, right. That,’ he thought as the heat dissipated.
“I’d rather not discuss this now,” he said.
“Alright,” you said, and he relaxed. “I’ll just have to come by your estate in three days. You’ll be all better by then so once I convince you to train me, we’ll be able to start right away!” Giyuu opened his mouth to protest only to watch you run off before he could speak.
~
Ailyna slammed the door as she entered the mansion, grumbling under her breath.
“Oh my, Ailyna-chan. You look angry. Is everything alright?” Shinobu asked, tilting her head.
“Oh, hello Shinobu. I didn’t realize you’d returned already. I’m fine,” she said. Shinobu gave her a doubtful look. “I just… do you know why Tomioka is so grumpy all the time?”
“Why? Are you interested in him?” she asked, the corner of her lips quirking even further upwards than her usual smile.
“Ew. No, not at all,” Ailyna said, scrunching her nose. “Come on, I’ve been here long enough for you to know me better than that.” She giggled.
“I know. I’m just teasing,” she assured her. “But to answer your question: I think it’s because he’s lonely. He’s never gotten along with the other hashiras, even when we try to reach out.”
“That’s so sad,” Ailyna said, frowning. Shinobu nodded in agreement.
“In fact, the only person I’ve seen him actually carry a full casual conversation with is that friend of yours you talk about so much. (Y\N), was it?” she added. Ailyna perked up.
“That’s because no one can resist the warmth and kindness of my best friend,” she stated proudly.
“You always sing such high praises for them. I’ll have to formally introduce myself sometime,” Shinobu said.
“It’s a shame you just missed them,” Ailyna said. “I’m sure they’ll be back though.”
~
Giyuu sat on his engawa, staring at the small pond in his yard. His estate wasn’t as grand as the other hashira’s homes, and he preferred it that way. It was only fair he have a dwelling befitting of what he has earned, which was much less than those like Himejima or Kocho.
He took in a deep breath, mindful of the bandages wrapped around his chest and the healing scratches they covered. He could still feel the ghost of your hand brushing against his chest before he had moved away. The thought made him blush and he growled, running his hands through his hair and leaning back, wondering what the hell had gotten into him lately.
Whenever you were around, it was like you flipped off some switch that kept him together. He become distracted, clumsy, nervous. Even just the thought of you could make him feel this way. He’d considered it might be love, that he’d formed a crush on you, but he didn’t know you that well. Although he had to admit he did find you gorgeous.
Yes, that was it. It must’ve been an infatuation he was struggling with. He supposed he could only isolate himself for so long before his human craving for socialization caused him to act so out of character. The answer was easy then. He’d satisfy the craving. Just for a little while. You’d asked him to train you, so he would. At the butterfly mansion so he had even more people to interact with. And once this infatuation he had with you stopped, he’d go back to his normal habits.
~
While you waited for Tomioka to recover, you decided to stay at the butterfly mansion with Ailyna, helping her with her rehabilitation training with the boys.
“Excuse me, (L\N)-san?” Sumi suddenly asked you while you were watching Ailyna demonstrate some sword techniques to the boys.
“Yes, what is it?” you asked.
“Tomioka-san is here to see you,” she said. You raised your brows. It had been two days since you last saw him after he got his injury treated. You had planned on visiting him the next day.
“Oh, well let him back here then,” you said. She nodded and ran off.
“Thunder breathing. Fifth form: heat lightning,” Ailyna said, catching your attention again. You looked up as she showed the move off to the boys. A large strike of lightning shot into the sky as she sliced her sword upwards.
“Impressive,” a familiar voice noted. You looked over to see Giyuu had arrived.
“It is, isn’t it?” you told him, proud of your friend for how far she’s come. “What brings you here?” you asked.
“I thought about what you asked of me and I’ll do it,” he said.
“Really? You’ll train with me?” you asked. He nodded.
“We’ll begin tomorrow morning. I’ve already asked Kocho and she permitted us to do it here as I don’t think my estate is suitable for training at the moment,” he explained. You nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you then.”
“Thank you, Tomioka,” you said. He nodded before rushing off.
“Was that Tomioka? What happened?” Ailyna asked as soon as he was gone.
“He finally agreed to train with me,” you told her gleefully. “I can’t wait! I’m going to learn so much!” Ailyna smiled.
“That’s great, (Y\N)!” she said.“And when you’re done, I want to go on missions together again. I’ve missed you!” She frowned dramatically and you giggled.
“Sounds like a plan,” you said.
“Akashibo-san?” Ailyna turned at the call of her name.
“Yes, Zenitsu? What is it?”
“Inosuke got his snout stuck in his jug,” he said. You both looked over to see the boy holding his mask while Tanjiro pulled on the jug. Ailyna’s eye twitched.
“I’ll talk to you later, (Y\N),” she said as calmly as she could, starting back over to the boys. You turned away as she left, chuckling quietly to yourself as her departure was shortly followed by a grunt from her and the sound of clay breaking.
btw if you like to have text to speech read fics out loud or if you use a screen reader, find and replace “Giyuu” with “Guee you” (g-u-e-e [space] y-o-u) for it to pronounce it correctly. At least for Microsoft Word on the iPhone.
It took me for-fucking-ever to figure out how to make the “g-i” sound right, so hopefully I can save someone else some time.
I'm so happy I'm not the only one who thinks Douma would be genuine friends with someone who treated him like a person! It's what was lacking for him to have feelings, because nobody ever made a genuine connection with him, they only treated him like a god or someone to complain to. thank you!
Yesss you’re welcome bestie! We can be delusional together <3
How You Caught Their Attention {Akaza/Douma x Reader}
Akaza 🤛
Your boldness.
“Upper Moon 3. Akaza. I’ve come to challenge you!” The determined exclamation was almost cute to Akaza. He turned away from the man he’d just finished devouring to look at you, restraining from rolling his eyes when he saw your stature and build.
“Oh really?” he said, cocking his head to the side. He noticed the kanji on one of your eyes. “How adorable. One of the little mice wants to play with the wolves.” He reached a hand out and ruffled your hair. You sputtered and stepped back in surprise.
“You’re not taking me seriously!” you said.
“Of course not,” he said, turning away and sitting down in front of the remains. He started picking through the victims pockets. “You’re lower moon four challenging upper moon three. Do you really think you can just waltz in here and beat me?”
“That man granted me permission to skip ahead,” you told him. “He said he had big plans for me.”
“Sorry to be the one to tell you this, but he says that to a lot of demons,” Akaza said. You scowled.
“You can’t deny my challenge! It’s against the rules. I’ll tell him you’re doing this!” you threatened.
“Oh yeah, he’s gonna be real impressed when you come crying to him to tattle on me,” he scoffed, pulling out a gold watch of some sort and putting it in his own pocket. You growled.
“Blood demon art—huh?” you began, but then you blinked and suddenly you were sitting next to Akaza. No, your head was next to Akaza. In his hand.
“Oh,” you said as the realization of just how far from his level you were. He chuckled.
“Listen, kid, I like your spunk. If you’d like, I can help you improve a little,” he offered. You looked up with wide eyes. You moved your body closer, crouching down beside him.
“Really?”
“What the hell. Why not?” Akaza shrugged, fixing your head back on your shoulders and letting you heal. You smiled at him. “If he granted you permission to battle me, maybe he sees some potential in you.” Your face lit up.
“Thanks!”
Douma ❄️
You treated him like a person.
Maids came and went through the Eternal Paradise Cult quite frequently. It is was usually only a couple weeks after a maid got hired that he or she would get fired or just vanish one day, never to be seen again. Douma wasn’t worried about anyone in his cult catching on to the suspiciousness of the disappearances. Everyone was so pathetic and stupid. The maids, on the other hand, weren’t so brainwashed, so he had to switch them out constantly.
And then he met you.
A pretty young thing with a sweet smile and seemingly not a lot going on in your head. Had it not been for your uniform, you would’ve blended in with the rest of the cult members. Well, except for one other thing.
You treated him like a person, and this was a first. The other maids always sensed something off about him and were on high alert around him. And his worshippers, of course, treated him like a god, just like his parents had. But you, you smiled at him when you passed him in the hallway instead of bowing like an idiot or quickly turning another corner to get away like he was used to. You asked him how his day was instead of how to fix all your problems. And Douma didn’t want this to ever end.
“(Y/N), Lord Douma would like you to meet with him in his room.”
Your blood ran cold and you froze in the midst of ringing out a rag into the bucket of water next to you. This could only mean one thing—you were getting fired. That’s the only reason Douma asked to see people privately. They met him in his room and they were never seen again.
Hands shaking, you nodded and quickly finished up your work before heading to Douma’s room. You knocked on the door. Almost immediately, it opened to reveal Douma smiling at you.
“(Y/N)! I’m so glad you’re here!” he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. “I wanted to discuss something very important with you.”
“What is it?” you asked as Douma let you go. He grabbed one of his golden fans and dragged it along his palm, letting a dark red liquid start to pool. He grinned.
Reader who was also a patient of the doctor that turned Muzan into a demon, so you are also a demon but—no wait, hear me out—but you don’t strive to be the perfect being yet damn you’re still so much better than him. Not in a Mary Sue kind of way, you still have your flaws. You still need to consume human flesh for strength and you still turn innocent humans into demons, but you’re so warm to them. They love you. They don’t serve you out of fear. They want to serve you. And demons that don’t, you allow to roam free. A lot of them actually change their mind and come back to serve you.
Anyway, somehow you and Muzan have avoided crossing paths, most likely due to you and your demons being centered in a different part of Japan. But one day Muzan stumbles across your equivalent of an upper moon demon.
She doesn’t recognize him as a demon at first, and tells him to walk away before he gets hurt. He gets into a hissy fit and tries to kill her through sheer will, as he can do with his other demons, but she’s just like “🤨 tf are you doing? fuck it nvm, I gotta get back to my master” and Muzan’s like “Master? 👀”
And then it’s either one sided love at first sight to mutual love or mutual enemies to lovers.
Douma gives great hugs, but I bet he also feels like an ice cube. Ice powers and all that. Or maybe he feels like the back of an A/C unit where it's hot because of all the hot air it's putting out to cool down what's inside of it.
If he’s cold, I’ll warm him up. Just let me-
(affectionately)
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