Sort of combining two B letter concepts here 😏 The idea of Akaza going feral was just too good to pass up lol. I'm going to move to updating this at least once a week and posting maybe twice a week total. Stay tuned for next time, when Akaza gets carried away while Reader is trying to open the shop...👀
CW: blowjob/gagging/biting
B is for...
Biting.
There is something particularly interesting about Akaza that he doesn't know about himself.
You know, of course. You started noticing it maybe a month after he began coming to your house. And ever since you noticed it, you just can't help yourself.
When Akaza gets overstimulated, he absolutely loses it. You've learned how to get him right to that point and tip him over just the right amount.
Its hot. Really hot.
For example, right now.
He's sitting against the wall, eyes squeezed shut while he focuses on what you're doing. Sunlight drifts through the open door. He's supposed to be resting, and he had been. Until you walked through the house wearing his favorite yukata.
Fifteen minutes later and you're crouched between his legs, yukata loosely drapping off your shoulders to expose your chest. Akaza's white pants are slung low on his waist. His fingers tangle in your hair, pushing your head further down and thrusting his cock further in your mouth.
"Fuck," he hissed, cracking open his eyes to gaze upon you. "Fucking filthy mouth of yours..."
You blink up at him innocently, running your tongue along his shaft. You bob your head, wet, squelching sounds of your throat taking him in filling the room. Akaza throws his head back at the wall with a soft thump. His hips jerk and thrust with so much restraint-- He's getting close. You run your hands along the toned plane of his abdomen, lightly scratching his skin. He shivers.
"Goddamn, keep doing that," Akaza moans.
Just a little further. His grip on your head tightens, thrusts increasing. You take his member as deep as you possibly can, gagging lightly around him.
Akaza pulls you off his cock and drags you into his lap. You giggle and his mouth is all over you. Your neck, your breasts, your shoulders.
"I wasn't finished--" you complain, but his cuts you off with a kiss. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your breasts against his chest. His tongue swirls around your mouth, tasting himself while his hands grope your ass and tug you right into the perfect position to ride him. You sink down on his cock so easily, like you were sculpted specifically for him.
"You feel so good," Akaza murmurs against your throat, "So good, so..."
His praise cuts off as you move your hips. A strangled moan breaks his voice and he presses his forehead to your chest.
"What were you saying?" You say, amused.
Pleasure lights up your spine like electricity as you start to ride him, but you have to focus. His breath is growing ragged, hands gripping your hips to drag you up and down his cock. He's so close to breaking, you can feel it. You moan in his ear, grinding your hips down onto him.
"Fuck me, Akaza," you whimper.
That does it.
Akaza wraps his arms around your waist and presses you close to him. You gasp as he starts thrusting hard. Slamming his cock in to your cervix with every thrust. His hands grab the fat of your ass to hold you in place.
Akaza's teeth sink into the crook of your shoulder. Pain strikes and you gasp, pussy gushing as your climax hits you without warning. He's never bit you before. Truthfully, his teeth were a bit menacing, but it hurt less than you thought it would. You cling to him, moaning, crying out as he marks you over and over. Your neck, your chest, your shoulder. Each bite filled with pleasure. By the time he comes deep inside you, you've hit your climax a third time.
You both sit there for a moment, breathing heavily. You rest your head on his shoulder as you pant. His arms are still tight around you. Akaza's lips press lazily against your skin in open mouthed kisses. When he raises his head, it's to look at you softly.
His eyes widened, shocked. He sits you up, looking at you fully.
"...Are you okay?" Akaza asks, suddenly concerned. His hands shake slightly. "I didn't think that I actually..."
You blink at him, confused, and turn your head to look at the full length mirror across the room.
Bite marks.
All over your neck. The skin was raw and glowing around each indention, almost deep enough to break the skin but not quite.
"Oh, it's fine," you laugh a little and turn back to him.
Concern has flooded his face. His golden eyes flicker across your neck. Uncertainty simmers below his gaze.
"Akaza," you say gently, taking his face in your hands, "It's okay, I promise. I had a lot of fun! And besides...I sort of like it. It's like...showing that I'm yours."
Your smile melts the worry in his eyes. He briefly closes his eyes to relish in the feeling of your hands on his face. You lean down to kiss him softly, moving your lips against his to the tune of the leaves shuffling in the wind.
***
As it turns out, hiding bite marks is much harder than you anticipated.
Akaza helped wrap your torso and neck in bandages. Your kimono covered most of it, honestly. It was just your neck that showed, anyway.
Speaking of Akaza, he was still staying at your house the next day. You move around your shop, greeting customers and filling orders. You double check your stock book. It was almost time to head to the market to get more inventory. You turn your head to the sound of someone calling your name.
"Miss!"
You smile. It's Tanjiro. The teenager had come through town before. He's a sweet kid. As he enters your shop, your smile fades.
He wears a Demon Slayer uniform. The man next to him is wearing a split patterned haori, but he also has the same uniform under. You reach under the desk, grabbing the keys to your door.
Akaza is asleep upstairs. Did someone find out?
"Tanjiro!" You say, smiling. "Welcome back! Did you need something?"
"No, I just wanted to check in and say hi," Tanjiro says. His eyes narrow as they land on your bandaged neck. "Did you get hurt?"
You keep up your smile, even though every muscle in your body tenses.
"No, of course not," You say. "How's your sister?"
She was ill the last time you spoke to him. He hadn't told you exactly what she was ill with, but it sounded serious.
"She's doing a little better. Mr. Giyu and I were just passing through, though. Right, Mr. Giyu?"
Giyu is staring at you. His blue eyes are cold and hard. Your smile doesn't falter. It's like he's trying to read your mind. He says nothing, instead breaking eye contact with you.
You chat a little longer with the Demon Slayers. Giyu keeps a close eye on you the entire time. At one point, his eyes slide to the stairs leading up to your living quarters. He doesn't say anything, however.
Tanjiro waves to you as they walk out. You wave back. It's not until they're out of sight that your smile fades again. You swallow, gripping the counter until your knuckles turn white.
Akaza is safe. That's all that matters.
Ahhh sorry for the drama here at the end👀 I just felt compelled to add a lil something something. Most of these won't have any plot or anything. The whims possessed me to add some tension.🤭
Do you still taking requests? If you do, can I request Yan! Seth and Yan! Horus with Fem! Reader as Muichiro Tokito from Demon Slayer?
Like reader is the Goddess of Freedom and youngest child of Ra and favorite as well.
And Reader still have some problems with their memories but remembering Seth's name and showing some favoritism to him (Like Muichiro with Tanjiro)
(If you don't write for Ennead anymore, can I request it with Ror then? Characters of your choice)
You are free to ignore it if you want!!!! Have a good day/night ❤️❤️
Sure! And yea I still do ennead! This might be short as I’ve been busy, and been in other fandoms and trying to make a oneshot or something by myself again since I haven’t done that in a while and I have so many ideas so I probably won’t be able to do my usual 7 paragraph post for this cause of that 😅 if I do then nice, if I don’t then sorry about that. I’ll be doing it together as you never said separate or not and you kinda never replied to if it was or not 😅.
Warning: noob author, female reader, yandere characters, and others.
You’re the youngest goddess of ra, the goddess of freedom and memories (decided to add that cause of irony 🤭), even though you’re the goddess of memories you tend to forget a lot.
You’d forget who ra was, the other gods and goddesses, your siblings, and many other things like your duty as a goddess that you needed to be supervised from muat or Bastet to help you remember, though when they’re busy they would send Seth.
Surprisingly you always remembered Seth no matter how many days it’s been since he last visited you to help you; not willingly help you though over time that does change.
Seth at first was angry that he had to babysit a grown goddess just cause she can’t remember well to save her life, he would always pout and sulk about how he had more important things to do than babysitting you but soon that changed after you told him one day that you would be training.
That surprised Seth as he had never heard about you being able to fight and such so he decided to be your training partner, he was also surprised that you had remembered him since he first came and help(babysit) you
You had met Horus when he was a kid; specifically when he went to Seth’s temple which you were there to have company with as after a while between you and Seth you started going to his temple. You had easily forgotten about Horus as Seth distracted you long enough to forget about Horus but he never forgot about you.
When it was the trail Horus noticed how you acted between Seth and the other gods and goddesses including your mother, at first he was jealous as you never remembered him but he knew why as he also liked Seth even though he shouldn’t.
(A/n: ok! Done! 😁 hope yall like it! Also lol sorry it’s more Seth than Horus I just had more thought to work with for him than Horus I guess 😅 also sorry if sorry if you wanted it separate I wanted to have this out soon since I have been busy and kinda procrastinating a bit as I’ve been in the svsss/life at the moment lol, anyway hope yall have a wonderful day/event/night!
Rengoku taking you on a date to some festival (like the on in my dress up darling) and watching fireworks with you + lots of fluff
Ahh this instantly reminded me of that official art I used in the cover, so cool! Please let me know what you think <3
Kyojuro Rengoku taking you on a date to a light festival
Pairing: Rengoku x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,1k
Synopsis: Even though Kyojuro never saw more than a kind comrade in you, he decided to take you to the light festival he arranges every year for his beloved mother. All it takes is one evening for him to realize that you are way more than just a comrade to him...
Warnings: This is my first ever Rengoku fic so please take your time and leave a like, comment or reblog if you enjoy 🥹 fluffness overload, reader being shy, last part not proofread bc I reeaaaallyyy need to work on my university papers right now, hope you still enjoy!
One last glance in the mirror just to make sure you look alright while your heart beats out of your chest.
Finally. This is the day you’ve been waiting for since weeks. The minute none other than Kyojuro Rengoku asked you to accompany him to the yearly night festival in his hometown, you thought about it each and every day. What are you supposed to wear? Are you skilled enough to do your makeup? What if he doesn’t like you in something apart from your demon slayer uniform? It took ages to decide on a festive yukata you’ll wear, hours to do your hair decently enough. And in the end, you decided to wear no makeup at all.
“(y/n), he is awaiting you at the door”, your beloved mother gently announces into your room.
He’s there. Your fingers run over the soft fabric of your yukata frantically one last time before crossing the room and walking down the hallway.
“Oh... (y/n)”, the man at the door breathes out, eyes widen and mouth hanging open.
Huh, why is he looking at you like that? Is a stain on your yukata that you’ve missed? Is your hair already falling apart? Your mind goes blank, staring at him through doe eyes. What is wrong?
“I’m sorry for staring at you so shamelessly. It’s just…You look strikingly beautiful.”
In an instant your cheeks heat up, skin turning dark red without mercy. Did he just call you beautiful?
“Oh…Thank you so much, Rengoku-san. I really don’t deserve your praise”, you reply, bowing down in gratitude.
In the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of his festive black yukata and white cape. How is a single man able to look so elegant and breath-taking? How is it possible that he invited you to this festival right by his flamboyant side?
“May I ask you to call me Kyojuro, please? No need for formalities.”
Your heart skips a beat. Are you dreaming? This is too good to be true. Over the last few months, you worked close to him, always admiring him from afar. Officially, he was never more than a hashira, the ideal you grieved for. But when you got to know him better, when you were able to talk about anything but the demon slayer corps…There was no way out of hopelessly falling for him.
He stretches his hand out, smiling at you so widely that you forget how to breathe to a minute. Why…
Does he want you to take his hand?
“Go on, dear. Have a nice evening and stay safe.”
With a gentle push, your mother draws you closer to him, making you grab his warm hand out of instinct. Despite you went on multiple missions with him, you were never this close to him, never meeting each other in privacy. But this…
This feels like a date.
“Are you alright, (y/n)? I hope I don’t make you feel uncomfortable.”
You hold onto his arm tightly, gazing at him through widen eyes. Oh no, you’re messing it up with being so nervous. Should you tell him the truth? Or just pretend there’s nothing wrong?
“Can I be honest with you?”, you mutter, making him tilt his head in a way that makes you see stars.
“Of course, you always can!”, he shouts back in the matter of seconds.
“You know…This is the first time a man ever took me out…”, you stutter, gaze fixated on the grass underneath your feet.
His eyes dart towards your face, looking for a sign of humour in your bright orbs. But by the way you blush so deeply and how you fumble his sleeve he can tell you are serious about your words. A gorgeous woman like you was never asked out? This is impossible, this is absolutely unacceptable. He clenches his hands into fists.
Kyojuro Rengoku will make sure to make you feel special throughout the entirety of this day.
“Then I am beyond honoured to be the first one”, he replies along with a bright smile that lights up his entire face.
You smile at him widely, that cute little blush still tinting your cheeks in the most admirable way Kyojuro has ever witnessed. He never thought about asking a woman out, let alone another member of the demon slayer corps. For all these months, you were nothing but comrades, a pair that worked really well together.
Until it became more for him.
Until he couldn’t stop thinking about you even though you left long ago. Until he started to ponder about your breath-taking smile and soft hair instead of your fighting skills. Until he saw more in you than just a demon slayer.
No, you are a woman. And what a gorgeous one. Maybe Uzui was right, after all.
“So you and (y/n), huh?”
“What are you talking about, Uzui?”
“Come on man, I see the way you look at her. And I get it, she is really stunning and pretty smart on top. She’d be a great catch for you, especially for the first one.”
“The first?”, Kyojuro repeated in shock, widen eyes staring at you shamelessly.
He never planed on having a single wife in the first place. Why would Uzui suggest something so ridiculous? You are nothing but a comrade to him with your shiny eyes, strong body, and the delicate way your body moves in the sunset. And oh, your character made of pure gold, how you treat others with infinite kindness. So delicate, so lovely…
“Oh my, look at all those delicious sweets”, you cry out in excitement, arm wrapping itself around Kyojuro’s tighter.
“You never told me that you like sweets”, he replies gently.
“Would you…Would you mind getting something to eat with me? I really love sweets and here are so much of them to try.”
The way you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear almost drives the flame hashira himself insane, eyes glued to your delicate frame in nothing but admiration. How did he never really notice how unmistakably lovely you are?
“Not at all, let’s get you something to eat!”
Proudly, he watches how you slowly but surely get comfortable around him, telling him everything he needs to know about your favourite sweets while your eyes sparkle in sheer excitement.
“I love chocolate as well, especially the darkest one!”
“I heard that far away, someone invented a white chocolate. White! Can you believe it? How is it even possible to make something like that? I wonder what it tastes like.”
“Someday, I will take you to find out yourself”, Kyojuro suddenly blurts out.
Your eyes dart towards him, hands completely frozen in place. Calm down, don’t freak out, tame your excitement.
“Would you really do that, Kyojuro?”
“If it makes you happy, I very gladly will!”
You don’t know what has gotten into you. Maybe your endorphins are all over the place because of all the sweet you’ve ate, maybe it is the sake that was in the pralines from earlier, but you can’t contain yourself. With a swift motion, you put the last piece of chocolate in your mouth before wrapping your arms around none other than Kyojuro Rengoku.
Kyojuro Rengoku, the man you’ve been eyeing since joining the demon slayer corps. Kyojuro Rengoku, who seemed to never see more in you than a simple friend.
Kyojuro Rengoku, who instantly wraps his strong arms around you as well.
He didn’t expect you this close to him except for training. But oh does it feel good. How did he never notice how intoxicating good you smell and how warm your body feels? How did he never notice how much smaller your hands are compared to his? And the softness of your perfectly made hair. He can’t help but wonder how long it took you to make them look this way?
You are so beautiful.
“Thank you for taking me here. I never thought you…You would do something like that with me.”
Your hot breath tickles against his neck and makes shivers run down his spine.
“Of course! After all, I really enjoy your company!”
Discretely, you return to your own seat, the slight tint of red displaying your embarrassment. Did you really just hug him? Hopefully he doesn’t think you’re a freak. Or even worse: what if he doesn’t want to work with you anymore? You’d rather adore him in the dark than not seeing him at all.
“Excuse my outbreak. I guess I got a little carried away. Oh, where are all the people going?”
Your eyes follow the multiple people around you who seem to meet up on the other end of the well-decorated village. By now, it’s already getting dark, the sun is almost completely set.
“Didn’t you know! In just a few moments, the traditional firework will start! Follow me!”
He grabs your hand. Kyojuro’s warm hand wraps itself around yours while he leads you to the crowd, an excited grin plastered on his face.
This is what he waited for, finally he is able to show you the firework. Since you’ve mentioned in a training session that you never saw a firework before, he knew he had to change it.
“Here you’ll be able to see everything.”
Kyojuro”, you breathe out, eyes roaming around the lovely area.
Despite the fact that there is a crowd of people around you, you’re standing next to him in a small pavilion, decorated all over with the most delicate flowers.
“Many of the buildings around us are owned by my family, like the pavilion we are standing in at the moment. After my mother died, I arranged this festival in her honor. She would have loved to make other humans happy by the sight of fireworks.”
Your breath hitches, heart almost overflowing with emotions. Even though he smiles at you softly, you can tell by the pained gleam in his otherwise bright orbs how much he misses his mother especially today.
“I will enjoy every second of it just like she does. I’m sure she is proud of the man you have become, Kyojuro.”
You place your hand on his, fingers intertwining as you lean your body over the railing.
“I bet she watches over you right now from afar.”
“I hope she does”, Kyojuro replies unusual calm.
Then it begins. Your eyes dart towards the sky and the play of colours that lays itself out over your head. So many colours that sparkle like stars, the burnt smell in the air. You don’t know how you imagined a firework to be, but definitely not this exciting.
But unlike you, Kyojuro isn’t able to look at the sky. No, all that he’s able to see is you and how the fireworks reflect in your widen eyes.
This. This must be what dreams are made of, the reason why Uzui is married to three women. Just the way you carry yourself is enough to drive him insane, to make his heart jump out of his chest. And especially now, he just isn’t able to resist any longer.
Before he decides against it, he wraps his arms around you from behind, holding you close with one arm resting around your waist and the other on your shoulder.
“The fireworks will never shine as bright as your eyes, (y/n).”
“K-kyojuro…”
“I love you with all my heart. All this time I thought it is nothing more than sympathy, that I see nothing more than a comrade in you. But you in that delightful kimono, your eyes shining like the stars above…It’s love, (y/n). I love you.”
Suddenly the fireworks above are out of your sight, eyes locked with Kyojuro and his slightly redden cheeks. This can’t be true, right? You dreamt countless night of him, imagined what it would feel like to lay in his arms like you do right now. Is a man like him really able to love a women like you, are you worth his time?
“I’d love to kiss you right now.”
You hold your breath, head nodding ever so slightly when his face draws closer and closer until…
Fireworks around you explode in a grand finale when he presses his lips against yours softer than you ever imagined. He feels as warm and comforting as you expected, his grasp keeping you from sinking down to the ground.
“I could watch you for a lifetime, (y/n)”, he hushes against your lips.
“You…you are way better than a firework”, you breathe out.
Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, praise kink
Synopsis: the search for the Upper Moon Three takes an intense and steamy turn
Requested by: @warringwarrioridiot - I sincerely hope that this fic meets your expectations and brings you enjoyment
MASTERLIST
You had been searching for Akaza for months. Ever since he killed your dear friend Kyojuro Rengoku, you had made it your mission to track down the demon responsible for his death. It wasn't an easy task. Akaza was a powerful demon, and he had a knack for hiding in plain sight. He was known for his immense strength, speed, and tactical intellect. His presence alone struck fear in the hearts of those who dared to cross his path.
You scoured every corner of the country, following any lead that came your way. You spent sleepless nights studying maps and consulting with other members of the Demon Slayer Corps. As the months passed, your frustration grew. You felt as if you were getting nowhere, and you couldn't help but wonder if your search was in vain. But you couldn't give up. Not when Kyojuro's death weighed so heavily on your heart.
You were a unique individual, to say the least. Standing at just under 5,2 feet tall, your curly hair was your most defining physical feature. It was wild and untamable, much like your personality. As the tsuguko of Mitsuri Kanroji, you had a fierce and confrontational demeanor that often put others off. Your short temper and abrasive nature were infamous among your peers in the Demon Slayer Corps. You had a sharp tongue and were never afraid to speak your mind, even if it meant ruffling a few feathers. You were a force to be reckoned with, and you knew it. But underneath your tough interior was a deep sense of pride and loyalty. You were fiercely dedicated to your cause and your comrades, and you would do anything to protect them. Your heart was as big as your personality, and those who were lucky enough to get close to you knew that your tough interior was just a defense mechanism. Despite your abrasive nature, you had a certain charm that drew people in. Your confidence and fearlessness were contagious, and you always had a way of making people feel seen and heard. You had a gift for connecting with others, even if it meant calling them out on their faults.
Ultimately, after what felt like an eternity, you got a lead. A demon had been spotted in an abandoned, desolate dojo, and it was said to be Akaza. You didn't waste any time. You gathered your weapons and set off to the dojo, determined to confront the demon who had caused you so much pain.
You finally found his lair, an abandoned, desolate dojo in the mountains. The wind howled as you walked towards the entrance, clutching your sword tightly. You took a deep breath and entered the dojo. As you entered the demon's lair, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. You knew the danger that awaited you, but you were ready to face it. You were a warrior, a fierce one. The air was thick with the smell of blood and death. Your heart raced as you overheard footsteps approaching.
As you turned around, your heart began to race. You could feel the sweat on your palms and the hair on the back of your neck standing up. But to your surprise, there was no one there. Just darkness. You tried to take a step forward, but your legs felt heavy, as if they were glued to the ground. The darkness seemed to swallow you whole, and you could barely see your hand in front of your face.
Suddenly, you heard a whisper, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was a soft, almost melodic voice, and it sent chills down your spine.
"I expected you to arrive sooner, considering your position as a tsuguko of a Hashira," a voice said.
You could feel your hands shaking with rage, but you refused to give in to his taunts. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "You talk too much, demon!" You spat back, your voice laced with venom. "I'm not here to exchange words with you. I'm here to avenge Kyojuro's death."
You suddenly saw a figure emerging from the shadows.
As he drew closer, you could make out his features in the dim light. The first thing that caught your eye was the glinting of his eyes in the dim light of the moon that filtered through the cracked windows, piercing and golden. His skin was porcelain white, his sharp angular features seemingly chiseled from marble. His hair short and pink. His muscular frame adorned with tattoos that snaked their way up his arms and down his chest, like serpents coiled around his body.
As he walked towards you, his movements were graceful yet menacing, like a predator stalking its prey. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as he drew closer, his powerful aura filling the room.
Akaza's grin only grew wider. "Ah, yes. The flame Hashira. He was a worthy opponent, but in the end, he was no match for me."
You felt a surge of anger at the mention of Kyojuro's name. You raised your sword, ready to attack. "Don't you dare mention Kyojuro," you utered, your words dripping with venom. "Your words are nothing but malice, a cruel mockery of a man who gave his life to protect others, demon!"
You leaped into action, unsheathing your nichirin sword with a swift movement. You charged towards him, intent on taking him down and avenging your fallen friend.
Akaza merely stood there, watching you with a bemused expression on his face; he was completely unconcerned about your attack.
You swung your sword in a wide arc, aiming for his midsection, but Akaza sidestepped effortlessly, moving with the grace of a dancer. His movements were fluid and precise, like he was merely playing a game with you.
You gritted your teeth, frustration boiling within you as he dodged every attack with ease. You knew that he was toying with you, but you couldn't help but feel impressed by his skill.
Finally, you saw an opening and struck, your sword connecting with Akaza's shoulder. A sizzling sound filled the air as the demon slayer sword burned through his flesh, leaving a deep gash in its wake.
Akaza stumbled back, a look of surprise and admiration on his face. "Ah, you have some skills indeed, little slayer!"
You didn't respond, still in the midst of battle. Akaza's wounds were already beginning to heal, and you knew you had to keep moving if you wanted to have any chance of defeating him.
The two of you clashed again and again. You felt your heart racing in your chest, the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Despite the danger and the pain, there was a thrill in the fight that you couldn't deny. It was as if you were meant to be here, facing off against this powerful enemy.
As the fight wore on, you could feel your strength beginning to wane. You knew that you couldn't keep this up forever. But just as you thought all was lost, you landed a decisive blow, your sword piercing through Akaza's chest.
He gasped in surprise, his eyes wide with shock, bu within blink of an eye, his wounds began to heal, the flesh knitting itself back together before your eyes. Akaza chuckled, rolling his head back a little. "I must admit, I'm impressed. You're a fierce warrior, I like that, and your loyalty to your friend is admirable. You also have quite the bratty attitude, don't you?" He inquired, his voice low and smooth. "I must admit, I find it rather endearing."
You bristled at his words, feeling a surge of indignation at his condescension. But before you could retort, he continued.
"Although, I must ask, were you not taught to speak with more respect?" He chuckled, his tone lightly chiding. "After all, you are the tsuguko of a Hashira. One would expect you to comport yourself with a bit more decorum."
You gritted your teeth, fighting back the urge to snap at him. Akaza's words were like a thorn in your side, reminding you of your own failings and insecurities. But you refused to let him see your weakness. Gasping for air, you spat through clenched teeth, "I don't need to respect a demon who preys on the innocent," your words sharp and biting. "And I certainly don't need your approval, demon!"
As much as you hated him, there was something about Akaza that seemed a little intoxicating. The way he carried himself in, his wry smirks and words, it was all so beguiling. It was almost as if his presence alone was enough to make you feel weak in the knees. It was confusing, this feeling of being drawn to your enemy, but you couldn't ignore it, no matter how hard you tried.
As Akaza stood before you, his tattoos glinting in the moonlight and his haori flowing gently in the breeze, you found yourself studying his features with a mix of fascination and revulsion.
Akaza's eyes roamed over you, taking in your appearance with a predatory gaze. For a moment, you braced yourself for his next attack, but instead, he surprised you by complimenting you. "You know, for someone with such a bratty attitude, you certainly carry yourself well," he said, his lips curling up in a smirk.
Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, but you couldn't deny the thrill of satisfaction that ran through you at his words - did the moment trigger your praise kink?
"And your nichirin sword," he continued, nodding toward the weapon in your hand. "The shade of dark pink suits you. It's a nice touch, for such a beautiful girl like you, dear… Oh! Where are my manners? I've been so focused on our little conversation that I forgot to ask, what's your name?"
There was no way you were going to reveal your identity to the enemy. "I'm not telling you my name," you refused firmly, gripping your nichirin sword tightly.
Akaza's eyes still glittered with amusement. "You're really a brat. It's amusing. I like a little fire in my opponents, especially when they're as pretty and little as you."
Despite your best efforts to maintain your composure, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his words. It was as if he could see something in you that others couldn't, a hidden strength that you had yet to fully tap into. You felt yourself standing a little taller, a little more assured in your abilities.
"I must say, you are quite a sight too," Akaza mused, his voice low and smooth. "That shade of dark pink on your haori suits you well, and the way you carry your nichirin sword shows a level of confidence and skill that is rare to see in someone so young, especially a woman."
You could feel your cheeks heat up, and you couldn't help but feel flattered. You shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the pleasant feeling that had come over you. You knew that you couldn't let yourself be distracted by Akaza's words or his alluring presence. You needed to focus on the fight at hand.
Gritting your teeth, you lifted your nichirin sword once more, steeling yourself for the next round of battle. Despite the exhaustion that was creeping into your limbs, you refused to give up. You were a Demon Slayer, trained to face even the most formidable foes with courage and determination.
Akaza watched you, his eyes gleaming with interest. There was a sense of amusement in his gaze, as if he found your stubbornness amusing. "You are quite the fighter," he commented, his voice lilting. "It's almost a shame that we have to be enemies."
Akaza stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.
You could feel the intensity of his gaze, and you couldn't help but feel a tingle run down your spine. You stumbled backwards, your heart pounding in your chest, as Akaza seemed to move impossibly fast, standing right in front of you in the blink of an eye. You felt your back press against the rough wooden wall of the dojo, trapping you in place. Your face flushed with crimson, not only due to exhaustion from the fight, but also because of Akaza's proximity - his breath was fanning the side of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his lips just inches away from yours. You could feel the heat of his body against yours. "Go to hell, Akaza," you spat out after regaining your composure.
Out of nowhere, Akaza leant in and crushed his lips against yours. The suddenness of the action took you by surprise, but as soon as his lips met yours, you felt a spark of electricity coursing through your body. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but moan with pleasure. You had never felt anything like this before, and you knew that you were hooked. With every touch and every kiss, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper under demon's spell.
As the kiss deepened, you could feel his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him. As the kiss with Akaza intensified, you began to lose your grip on your sword. Your attention was completely consumed by the passion of the moment, and you forgot that you were even holding a weapon. The sword slipped from your hand and clattered to the ground, but neither of you paid it any mind.
Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, he pulled away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. You opened your eyes to find him staring at you intensely, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and adoration. He brushed a lock of your curly hair out of your flushed face. "You really are a good girl, aren't you?"
Akaza placed his hands on your hips and pulled you towards him, causing your breath to catch in surprise. Your body flushed with warmth and your stomach dropped as you looked up at him with wide eyes, clearly conveying your shock. However, you didn't pull away from him, instead instinctively placing one hand on his bicep and the other on his bare chest.
Your mind raced with confusion and disbelief. This couldn't be happening, could it?
You stood there, lost in the moment as your lips locked with Akaza's in a heated make-out session. As you kissed, you felt a growing bulge between his legs pressing against your thigh. His hands roamed from your hips, one of them gripping your small, perky rear while the other trailed up your side. His thumb brushed tantalizingly under your breast, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Several times you felt the urge to reach down, into his buggy pants, and take hold of his cock, but you lacked the confidence to do so.
He slightly pushed away from you, looking at you with complete certainty. You could see the earnestness in his eyes as he commanded, "Take off your panties, but leave the skirt on," and began to remove his pants.
Without much of hesitation, you reached under your skirt and slid your panties down to the ground, feeling the cold night air on your now-bare pussy; you could already feel the wetness within. The slightest friction of removing your panties sent a wave of pleasure through your body.
He slid his pants off, revealing his rock-hard erection. "Here, kneel here and suck it for me, sweet girl without a name."
As you knelt before him, you ached to feel him inside you. The anticipation was making you feel like just the slightest touch on your clit would send you over the edge. You wrapped your hand around his erected shaft, taking it in your mouth and sensually tracing your lips up and down its length. With each soft touch of your lips, you could feel his member twitch in your hand. After a few tantalizing moments of teasing, you took a deep breath and wrapped your lips around the tip, gradually sliding it into your mouth.
A muffled groan escaped from Akaza's lips as he savored the sensation. "You're doing so well, cockslut," he praised, his voice laced with desire.
As he praised you, your body responded with a shiver and a moan. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and the sound of his pleasure only spurred you on. You took him deeper, swirling your tongue around him, and he let out a guttural groan. Your own arousal was building with every passing second. With your other hand, you tenderly cradled his balls and softly kneaded them, eliciting another muted moan from him. As you continued to lavish his cock with your mouth and hands for the next few minutes, you eventually tasted the tangy precum that indicated your skilled efforts.
"Just like that, slut. Show me how good you can be. Suck my cock," the demon slipped his hands into your curly hair, tugging it from time to time. "Oh, come on, I know you can do better than that. Open that pretty mouth of yours wider. Just like that, doll, just like that," Akaza held your head still and started bucking his hips back and forth, face-fucking you.
Akaza's praises directed to you made you shiver in pleasure, your kink kicking in hard. You started drooling, saliva was dripping down on your uniform from the corners of your mouth. Hearing him call you a "good girl" and praising your obedience sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal at his words. It was as if his praise was the ultimate reward, and you would do anything to earn it. The way he looked down at you with admiration and lust only fueled your desire to please him even more.
He changed his mind about how to finish things. He motioned for you to stop and stand up, then stepped closer and pressed you against the wall again. Akaza lifted you up, cupping both hands under your ass, and you instinctively wrapped one leg around his hip for support. With your pussy pressed against his thigh, he whispered into your ear, "Show me how wet you are. Let me feel it. Oh, yes. That's it. You're such a good, naughty thing, aren't you, nameless girl?"
As his thigh rubbed against your wetness, you couldn't help but moan softly. His order to keep stroking him only added to the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. You obediently resumed stroking his hard length, feeling it throb under your touch.
"You're so good at this," Akaza murmured, his voice laced with appreciation. "So obedient and willing to please."
As he continued to grind against you, you could feel your breathing becoming shallower and more ragged. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable, and you knew that you were close to the edge.
Finally, looking right in your Y/E/C eyes, he whispered, "Do you want my cock yet? I want to hear you say it. Do you want to feel me inside your little, slick cunt?"
"Yes, please," you whispered, barely moving your lips.
With that, Akaza lined himself with your entrance and thrusted forward.
As he pushed into you, you couldn't help but gasp at the overwhelming sensation. Your body eagerly welcomed him, and you could feel yourself becoming even wetter with each thrust. The pleasure rippled through your body, making you arch your back and bite down on your lip to stifle a moan. There was no resistance as he slid in deeper, filling you completely.
Akaza praised as he took your hand and guided it to your clit. "Be a good, little slut you are and play with that pretty slit."
He didn't have to say twice. Akaza watched you intently, his eyes fixed on your hand as it worked its magic on your clit. He continued to thrust into you, each one timed perfectly with your finger movements. "That's it, sweet girl," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so beautiful when you're pleasuring yourself."
Your body was on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. The combination of his cock inside you and your fingers on your clit was almost too much to bear. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. "Akaza," your voice barely above a whisper as you chanted his name. "Harder! Oh my! Harder, I said, you fucking demon!"
He responded by picking up the pace, driving into you harder and faster. His fingers dug into your hips through the fabric of your short skirt as he held you close, his lips brushing against your neck. "Cum for me, little slut," he urged. "Let go and give in to the pleasure."
With one final thrust, you felt your orgasm wash over you. Your body tensed and you cried out his name, your fingers still working furiously on your clit. Akaza held you tightly as you rode out your orgasm, his own release imminent. Finally, with a low growl, he came inside you, filling you with his hot seed.
As the two of you came down from your highs, Akaza pulled out of you and gently set you down on your feet. "Well, well, just look at you, little tsuguko. You're brimming with my seed, your body all flushed from the things I did to you. Such a naughty little slut. What would your fellow slayers say if they found out you let a demon take you like this?" Akaza teased, running the tip of his tongue along his lips curved in a wry grin as he kept jerking his cock, last drops of his cum falling on the wooden floor.
As you finally regained your composure, a wave of realization hit you like a ton of bricks. What had you done? You had just let Akaza fuck you, using your body for his own pleasure. Your mind raced with thoughts of guilt and shame. You couldn't believe you had allowed yourself to be used like that. But at the same time, a part of you couldn't deny the intense pleasure that had come with it. You couldn't deny the way his praises and commands had made you shiver with excitement. It was a confusing mix of emotions, and you weren't quite sure how to process it all.
After picking your panties from the dusted floor, and quickly putting them on, you adjusted your uniform, and looked over at Akaza, who was still standing there with a satisfied look on his face, improving his pants. "You must have cast a spell on me! It's impossible that I did all of that on my own will!" You pouted, your voice lingering with anger.
Akaza looked at you with a cocked eyebrow and the corners of his lips curled in a smirk, "I have not manipulated you in any way. Your thoughts and actions have been guided by your own desires, little one. You're to blame." After watching you for a moment, Akaza decided to turn around and leave the dojo, but before he could take a single step, he heard your voice.
"I'm not finished with you yet, demon. You're not going anywhere."
Akaza turned around, glancing over his shoulder to find you standing there, your Nichirin sword tightly gripped in your hands. He could sense the determination emanating from you, and he knew you were ready for another round of fighting.
"Ah, I thought we were both past the fighting stage," Akaza pointed out, tilting his head to the side, looking at you with a mischievous grin.
"The real fighting has only just begun, demon. But don't worry, I'm ready for it. Are you?" With your sword raised, you stood ready to keep fighting, even if it meant battling for eternity to emerge victorious.
Chapter 1: Left in Darkness, my only love | Demon slayer x male reader
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Chapter 1: Left in Darkness, my only love | You are here
TW: In detail death and gore
Upon the dark forest, where moonlight dispersed amongst the dense trees, there laid a house. Isolated from civilization was the L/n household in the mountains. The only other house close by was the Kamado household. The forest was a spacious area where three of the L/n children could run and play.
Y/n and his brother and sister would always pretend. Y/n always smiled with his family, never knowing true sorrow. He would pretend to be a monster and scare his two siblings, or be the hero and save them. Y/n would often walk his siblings to the Kamado household, so that his brother and sister could play with the other children.
Y/n would always watch, helping around with Tanjiro and Nezuko. Those two were the h/c haired boy’s closest friends, they knew each other for as long as he could remember. Tanjiro would regularly give Y/n free charcoal as a thanks for helping him. However, Y/n would repay him with the food Y/n’s family sold.
It was a frequent exchange between the two. Y/n grew very close with the other Kamado children as well, babysitting whenever Kei needed a break. She was always so grateful of the boy, the whole family was.
Y/n’s parents would gush about how proud of their son they were and how much of a kind soul he was. Y/n always laughed whenever they did, dismissing it as something not needing such high praise. Y/n was so grateful of his loving family.
But something in him felt grave discomfort. Never did he think this happiness would last. Always in his mind of the dangers and extremities of chaos that could take his family. That could take his happiness away.
That’s when the obsession settles in. Always sitting in the shadows on sunny days, and basking in the moonlight that gently beamed down on the boy. Y/n became well acquainted with the darkness that surrounded his home. Never unsettled with the noises that graced the unsettling forest.
Y/n would often catch the presence of shadows and unknown creatures that roamed around. Sometimes he would speak to them, never expecting an answer. Sometimes he would get a response back. Rarely did he ever have full conversations with those that lurked.
To those that conversed with the boy, those shadows, and creatures that responded, they found an odd comfort with him. Even with him being a human, they felt no need to harm him. Y/n showed no fear, and those creatures admired it. Some would talk about him with others.
Y/n became a big name within the community of those shadows, and they would tell the h/c boy. He never understood what they meant, but he felt flattered. Y/n rarely ever slept during the night, feeling the lull of the moon. His parents were concerned with the behavior, and frightened of the voices that talked back.
Y/n softly stepped outside to a small clearing surrounded by all forms of foliage. He sat on the small patch of grass that was graced with small flowers. In his s/c hands, he held a small cup of warm tea. He softly closed his eyes as he took a small sip.
“Hello, my darkness friend.”
Silence followed his voice for a moment. There was no response. Y/n softly smiled, not looking up from his cup of tea.
“I know you’re out there. No need to hide from me.”
There was a rustling in the leaves that surrounded the boy. Y/n caught the sound of grumbling. He giggled softly, as the air showed visibly out of his mouth. A voice from the darkness emerged.
“You caught me again, Mr. Moonlight.”
Y/n softly smiled, staring absently in front of him. He heard the creature that hid itself in the surrounding foliage. It was seemingly closer than before.
“What are you doing out again. Couldn’t sleep?”
Y/n took another sip of the warm tea, letting the taste linger on his tongue. A sigh followed soon after.
“I think you know the answer.”
The sound of rustling leaves was the only thing that made a sound for a while. A moment of silence soon took over for a moment. The creature spoke up again.
“Would you still talk to me if you knew the truth of my appearance?”
Y/n put the cup down gently on a nearby rock. He felt confusion settle within his mind.
“What do you mean, dear darkness friend?”
There was no hesitation for an answer.
“If I were to walk out of the leaves I shroud myself in, would you scream?”
“Why would I scream?”
Frustration was clear within the creature's voice as it answered Y/n’s question once more.
“Because most seem too. Once I emerge from the shadows and eyes fall on me, all I hear is shrieks of fear… Then the unbearable silence soon after.”
Y/n smiled solemnly into his lap.
“I don’t think there would be any fear if I did see you.”
Rustles from where the creature sat got further from Y/n. Again, Y/n sighed, finishing up the last of his tea. A lonely feeling made itself home within Y/n.
“Goodbye, my darkness friend.”
Y/n stood up, gently holding the empty cup close. Silent steps made their way back to the house surrounded by trees. Y/n gently opened the door, making sure no one was disturbed by his entrance. He stepped in, closing the door behind him.
Y/n softly walked to the kitchen to place the empty cup into the sink. It rested there for him to come back to it later. There was a gentle patter with every step he took. Up the stairs, entering his shared bedroom with his brother.
He looked to the small boy, gently resting on a tatami mat. Minimal moonlight dispersed in the room, making the small boy’s sleeping features more pronounced. Y/n gently smiled at the peaceful sight. Y/n moved to where his tatami mat laid.
He relaxed against it, trying his best to fall asleep. His e/c eyes fixated on the ceiling of the room. Thoughts raced through his head, mostly stuck on the encounter with one of the creatures he had talked to. Curiosity made Y/n restless.
Y/n’s eyelids slowly shut, as the boy was being lulled into sleep. The encounter still swirling in his mind.
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That night was a while ago, many others had made their places within Y/n’s memories. Similar encounters with the creatures that hid themselves from Y/n confused the boy. He never understood what the voices meant when they asked if he would fear them. His family never knew of these encounters.
They only had knowledge that Y/n would sit out in the clearing during the late hours. Many conversations, fueled with concern, were held. Failed attempts of convincing the h/l h/c boy to not go on those late night walks. Even if they were quick to give up, Y/n’s parents still had those conversations with him.
As a way to ease their nerves, and get the boy to actually become tired, Y/n’s parents had him run the stall today. Y/n was quick to rush out the door, excited to finally run the food stall. It was something that he always wanted to do, but his parents never truly let him. At least never on his own.
Y/n hugged his sister and brother goodbye before setting off for the small town down the mountain.
His siblings were complaining about not being able to go. He giggled and ruffled his hair. Y/n felt an odd pit in his stomach, something telling him not to leave. Y/n knelt down to his sibling's height, hugging them both.
The two gripped Y/n tightly, smiling. Y/n then stood up, hugging his mother tightly. It startled her, unsure why her son would do this. Nonetheless, she gave a receiving hug back.
Y/n went off on his way to the small stall with some ingredients and premade dishes in hand. As he descended the mountain, Y/n took in all the surrounding flora. A small white flower stuck out the most to the boy, he kept seeing them along the trail. Y/n made a mental note to pick some on his way home.
After thirty minutes of walking, Y/n made it to the entrance of the village. He continued walking as he waved to everyone around him. He was a kind boy who everyone seemed to go to when they needed extra help. Y/n pulled out a cart from an alley and started the stove simmering some ingredient.
Patrons would trickle in to the stall throughout the day. Y/n managed to get a lot done on his own. Once person caught his eyes, however. Y/n put a ‘come back later’ sign up as he walked out, rushing to the person. Y/n yelled out while waving.
“Tanjiro! Tanjiro!”
The black haired boy turned to look into deep e/c eyes. He smiled gently and braced himself for Y/n’s hug. Y/n gave Tanjiro a big embrace, tight and warm. Tanjro smiled and hugged Y/n back. Once Y/n let go of the boy, he looked around. He noticed Tanjiro was alone.
“Did your siblings not join you today?”
Tanjro nodded his head as confirmation to Y/n’s question. He signalled Y/n to follow him as he did his rounds. Y/n skipped next to Tanjiro, feeling so happy to just be in his presence. The dark red eyed boy brought so much calm to Y/n.
“My mother didn’t want them distracting me from work. I think she also didn’t want more work to be put on me or you if we ended up running into each other.”
Y/n nodded, understanding Tanjiro.
“My mother and father said the same when my siblings wanted to come along too. Hey, if we brought our siblings, they could have kept each other busy.”
Y/n giggled at the idea, thinking it could have kept the children busy. Tanjiro lightly blushed at Y/n, and joining him in the vocal amusement. The two kept walking, conversing about the other's family and how they were doing. Tanjiro brought up Y/n’s sleeping troubles.
“Have you been able to sleep lately? I know last time we talked, you seemed so tired.”
Y/n froze at the question. He dreaded telling Tanjiro what was going on in his nightlife. There was a mix of fear and guilt not telling his best friend. Y/n didn’t want to freak Tanjiro out, nor be deemed crazy. Tanjiro stopped, looking back at his h/c friend. He noticed Y/n’s face, seemingly in glazed terror. He panicked and hugged Y/n close. Y/n gripped Tanjiro tightly, muttering things that Tanjiro could barely make out. He gripped Y/n’s face, staring deeply into those e/c eyes.
“Y/n, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
That’s when Y/n broke. He decided he was going to tell Tanjiro what had been going on, for better or for worse. He took Tanjiro’s hand and brought him to the food stall. Y/n quickly whipped up some noodles for the two to enjoy as Y/n talked.
“I have been hiding this from everyone, even my own family. They know I stay up and go outside at night, but they don’t know what I do.”
Tanjiro glanced at Y/n with curiosity filling up his eyes.
“What do you do?”
Y/n took a deep breath, nervous to share. However, he was determined to have at least one person know what was going on. He couldn’t keep hiding it.
“I just start talking. I bring a cup of tea with me and I just talk to the darkness. Sometimes there are responses, other times its just be talking. But I always feel something, someone, present. They just listen. Part of me hopes it’s not just me imagining the responses and the feeling of someone there, but another part hopes it is just me out of fear of what's really out there.”
Y/n sighed, trying to think of a way to explain his feelings to Tanjiro. It was just as confusing to him as it would be anyone listening. Y/n continued.
“Even with that fear, there's a sense of comfort. A comfort of something protecting me and keeping me safe. I’m sorry if I’m not making any sense. I think I just might be crazy. The reason I can’t sleep at night though is because of the comfort I find in the moonlight and surrounding darkness. It just feels right to me, and I feel anxious when I’m not out in that forest for at least thirty minutes. Ah, I’m just rambling now. Oh, how’s your sister? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
Y/n looked up at Tanjiro and became startled with the way he looked at Y/n. It made Y/n want to cry with how concerned his friend looked. Tanjiro put his hands on Y/n’s s/c ones as a way to ease the boy.
“I understand what you mean, but I don’t think you’re crazy. Whenever you can’t sleep, you can just walk over to my house. Just knock three times and I’ll come and answer the door! I can write a letter to your parents, so they can give their opinions about it.”
Y/n hugged Tanjiro once more, feeling tears fall. He felt so grateful to have a friend like him.
“Thank you so much, Tanjiro.”
Tanjiro smiled once more, shaking his head. He never needed Y/n to thank me. He loved Y/n so much, he didn’t know in what way, however. Tanjiro just assumed that it was a way friends would. Y/n’s question then registered n Tanjiro’s mind.
“Oh, Nezuko is good! She misses you a lot. You should come over and see her!”
Y/n smiled at the thought. Y/n/s eyes drifted to the line now forming in front of the stall. He shot up and muttered a quick apology to his friend. Y/n started cooking once more and serving customers. Tanjiro stood next to the stall, selling the rest of his charcoal.
This was another thing the two did. They would sell their good with each other. It made working easier and eased any stress. Once the sun set, Y/n made his way out of the village, with Tanjiro following him.
The two said goodbye, and Y/n gave him one last hug. Y/n started trekking the hill, with anxiety settling with in him once more. He passed the white flowers, forgetting to pick them up as panic rushed through his blood. He picked up the pace, running to where his home rested.
Y/n smelt an overwhelming smell of iron. His mind raced with the worst case scenarios graphically ingraining themselves in his mind. He struggled to open the door, his hands shaking extensively. The moon was just over the trees, bringing a dim light.
Once the door shot open, Y/n’s eyes widened. He covered his mouth as tears streamed down his s/c face. His mind could barely process what he was seeing. Blood coated the walls and the wooden floor.
Y/n softly stepped through the doorway, trying to get a better grasp of what could have happened. That's when he fell to his knees. His mother was bleeding throughout every limb. His little sister was gripping on to her, with a hole where her stomach should be.
Deeper in, Y/n could only see his father's body, no head in sight. And under his father's body was his little brother, eyes gouged out of his head. Y/n screamed, and ran outside to his small patch of grass. He fell to his knees on to the grass, trying to dry the overwhelming tears that streamed out of his eyes.
Y/n screamed and sobbed until his voice was hoarse. Y/n’s ears perked up as he heard the familiar rustle of leaves.
“Why are you crying, Mr. Moonlight.”
Y/n tried to speak, but only stutters fell out.
“I-Family Dead Why?”
The creature that spoke seemingly understood the broken speech. It felt sympathy and pity for the boy crying.
“It was bound to happen. These forests are full of hungry things.”
Y/n’s crying seemingly slowed, but the tears were still just as overwhelming.
“What do you mean?”
Y/n was finding it hard to breathe, his chest felt bruised. The creature said one last thing.
“I can not tell you, but I can promise that most wouldn’t hurt you. You are famous to us, Mr. Moonlight.”
Y/n was left confused as he heard the creature leaving. Y/n sat for a minute in silence, the moon beaming down on him. It was an angelic scene. Y/n walked back into the house, staring at the dead bodies.
He picked up his little sister first, bringing her body out in front of the house. Next was his mother, then his brother, lastly his headless father. He cried as he brought each corpse out of the house. He started to dig appropriate sized holes for each of his family members.
Reluctantly, he covered them in dirt, cementing their places under the ground. He held his hands together, digging his nails into his skin. Y/n was trying to contain himself from having a panic attack. Indents in his skin started to form, they turned a deeper color the further he pushed his nails. Y/n then started out a prayer.
“To the world of souls, be it above or below, please let these lost souls move on with the knowledge of being loved throughout their whole life and the fulfillment of what they accomplished. Even with the sins they may have committed, let them be consumed by the warm light that soothes us after death. They did what they could to give love to all and protect who they could. Please let them pass to the heavens above.”
With that, Y/n left the make shift burial site, and walked inside with the strong scent of blood lingering. It made him cry harder than he was before. He slowly started to clean up his house, trying to get rid of the horrid stench. After an hour of cleaning, everything looked seemingly normal.
Though, normalcy was forever lost for Y/n. Y/n contemplated going to Tanjiro’s for the night, unsure of the questions he might ask. Y/n wasn’t ready to come to terms with the fact that his parents, his whole family, was dead. Y/n took in a shaky breath, stuck in place with uncertainty settling in.
He walked to the kitchen to make himself some dinner. He was met with the sight of a finished meal, the last of his mother's cooking. The smell was barely there, but Y/n could feel it was lingering. He contemplated eating the last of what his mother would have ever made for him.
Tears swelled once more. He reluctantly took a seat at the table, examining the food. Y/n made a mark of every detail, etching it into his head as to never forget it. He could see his family surrounding the table with him. He could hear the laughing and the bonding they would have done. Y/n hesitantly plated some food, trying to remember the smell of a warm meal.
His hands shook as he took some chopsticks. They hovered over the food for a few seconds, Y/n unsure as to take a bite. He couldn't think of this being the last meal he would ever have that would be made with a mother's love. Y/n took one small bite as tears began to stream down again.
He choked back sobs, trying to memorize the taste. Every grain, every molecule, was savored by Y/n. The texture was even put into the illustrated memory he was trying to hold on to. Flashes of his mother holding him when he cried like this only made him feel worse. Other memories started to trickle in and started a remembrance train in Y/n's now broken mind.
Ones of his brother teasing him, ones of his sister making sure he was sleeping okay, and ones of his father doing things with Y/n that were special to the two. The specific memory that stuck to Y/n was when his father talked about s sword he used to own. That started Y/n and his father learning how to use them. Y/n’s father was his mentor and he learned quite a bit.
After the food was finished, Y/n couldn’t bring himself to clean it up. He stood up on his weak legs, trying to move, but his eyes were fixated on the half-eaten meal. He didn’t want to leave the table because once he did, it would mean his family was truly gone. Y/n didn’t want to think his family was gone, he wanted it to be a bad dream and that his brother would wake him up, so the two could play.
Y/n walked away slowly after ten minutes of staring at the dirty dishes. He walked to the stairs, running up them quickly. He rushed to his room and grabbed his tatami mat and his brother's blanket. He then ran to his sister’s room and grabbed one of her pillows.
After that, his last location was his parent's room, where he placed his tatami mat and the other things he acquired. He took in another shaky breath, now processing the fact that his family was dead, and he was now alone. An empty house with no one else residing in it but himself. He rested his head on the plush pillow, feeling his sister with him.
Wrapping himself in his brother’s blanket, another presence made itself clear to Y/n. And as he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but hear his mother singing the same lullaby he would hear when he couldn’t sleep. Tears soaked into the pillow he rested on, his body sinking into the blanket that covered him. Silence rattled throughout the dark, lonely home.
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After a week of living alone, Y/n had adjusted to the new life he was given. It was a struggle in the beginning. Every minute Y/n couldn’t stop crying, so many memories never to be recreated ever again. He couldn’t even bring himself to tell Tanjiro, but Y/n spent so much time with him. Y/n made even more time to spend with Nezuko.
She seemed to notice Y/n’s more saddened state. Nezuko caught on to the amount of time Y/n was spending with the Kamado family, too. Whenever she asked about it, Y/n directed the conversation somewhere else. It concerned the black haired girl, to a point where she cornered Y/n.
Behind the house, the two stood in awkward and concerning silence. Y/n was fidgeting with his hands, unsure if he should speak or wait for Nezuko too. Y/n jumped back slightly when he felt Nezuko embrace his shaky hands. The two held eye contact, waiting for the other to speak.
“Y/n what's going on? You’ve been acting weird lately. You seem more sad.”
Y/n froze, hearing Nuezko’s words. He didn’t think he was making it that obvious, he was trying to hide his troubled feeling. Y/n’s breathing became irregular, and his heart was beating faster than normal. He sighed, knowing he couldn’t bring himself to lie to Nezuko.
“Something happened last week, and I don’t know how to say it or even if I want to say it.”
Nezuko seemed confused. She was trying to catch on to what Y/n was saying, but his words were so vague. Concern for Y/n started to bubble up.
“What happened?”
Y/n felt tears surface his e/c eyes, making them glossy within the sun. He opened his mouth, hoping words would come out, but the only sounds that did was a guttural sob. Y/n fell to his knees, scraping them slightly in the process. The pain caused not reaction out of the boy, due to his mind so focused on the death of his parents.
Nezuko’s eyes widened as she knelt down next to Y/n. She hugged him close and started to try to calm the boy down. Y/n buried his head into her shoulder, letting the tears fall once more. Nezuko said soothing things, reminding Y/n of his mother. His cries became harder and louder as he kept listening to Nezuko.
“My parents, my whole family, is gone!”
Nezuko’s face morphed into saddened surprise. She didn’t quite know what Y/n was talking about, but based off of how Y/n was reacting, she could tell it was bad. She held Y/n until he calmed down enough to make coherent sentences. Y/n wiped the tears away as he looked into concerned pink eyes.
Y/n blushed, feeling so embarrassed about breaking down in front of Nezuko. He tried to stand up, but his legs wobbled, making him almost fall. Nezuko caught Y/n before he could fall. She helped him steady himself, holding Y/n’s hand softly.
Nezuko breathed along with Y/n, trying to help him steady his own. Y/n finally felt better, hugging Nezuko, profusely thanking and apologizing to her. Nezuko giggled slightly and hugged Y/n tightly. She finally understood what Y/n might have been talking about.
Y/n and Nezuko pulled away from each other’s embrace. Y/n smiled softy, his eyelids lazily hanging. Nezuko returned a soft, somber smile to Y/n still very worried about him. Y/n sighed deeply.
“Thank you Nezuko. I’m sorry if I worried you.”
Nezuko shook her head, her bangs slightly swaying. Once again, her hands held Y/n’s gently. The two shared a moment of now comfortable silence, staring into each other’s eyes. Y/n’s eyes were saying thanks, and Nezuko’s were full of love.
Y/n pulled away from Nezuko, and walked to the front of the house. He waved to the rest of the Kamado family, saying his goodbyes. He was off on his way back to his quiet, empty home. The sad thoughts still ran through his head, one being the fact that he missed when there was a warm meal on the table for him when he got home.
Y/n looked at the white flowers that littered the trail. He finally remembered what he wanted to do with them a week later. He picked a few up and held on to them tightly. Some lost their petals because of the tight hold Y/n had on them. The further he trekked on, the closer he was to his home.
On the horizon, Y/n saw two figures standing in front of his front door. Y/n ran faster to his house, anxious about these two who were on the doorstep. He analyzed them from the distance he was at, trying to see if they had any weapons on them. One of them did, but it seemed to be sheathed.
The two heard fast-paced walking and turned to see where it was coming from. They saw a h/c haired boy with bright e/c eyes. They watched as the boy ran up to them, panting from exhaustion. The one with the weapon, noticed the boy was holding small white flowers.
“What are you doing here?”
Y/n stumbled back at the black haired boy’s bluntness. He tried to find an answer, but anxiety had already settled in his throat. He didn’t know what to say to these two, or what to ask, either. The older man seemed to take notice of Y/n’s feelings, based off the h/c haired boy's stance.
“Giyuu, let me handle this. Do you know where residence of this house are?”
Y/n nodded slightly, tears once again brimming. Giyuu, the one Y/n assumed to be the black haired boy, took notice of the slight change of demeanor.
Giyuu noticed his in structure going closer to the h/c boy, seemingly understanding the shift in mood. The gray haired man knelt down.
“Do you know M/n and F/n L/n?”
Y/n nodded again, trying so hard not to break down just hearing the names of his parents. How many times was the universe going to remind him of what he lost? It felt so unfair to the boy, it made no sense to him. He looked at the man, feeling a bit weirded out by the red mask that covered his face.
“They’re not here anymore, I’m sorry.”
Y/n was quiet and timid. He didn’t want to explain what happened, not to anyone. The man in the mask waited for Y/n to continue. Giyuu had foiled this mini plan, however.
“Where did they go?”
Y/n didn’t like the questioning these people were giving him. He didn’t know them, and he didn’t want to know them. He wanted them to go away, and just sit alone in his house. He long wished for the voices to be here and comfort him, but alas they were nighttime things and so fickle.
Y/n couldn’t speak anymore, he pointed a small finger to the makeshift graves of his family. The sight of them just made Y/n’s heartache. He clutched his chest, where his heart laid, tears softly rolling down his plush s/c cheeks. The two in front of Y/n only stared at the graves, not catching on to what Y/n meant.
They quickly turned to Y/n, however, after hearing heavy breathing from the boy. Giyuu’s eyes widened in concern, and the older man could only hug Y/n. Y/n couldn’t sob, the start of a panic attack was imminent. The man in the mask could only speak to the boy, unsure of what to say to calm him down.
“What are those mounds?”
Y/n could only breathe out one word.
“Family.”
That's when it hit the two. Y/n was the only one of this family of this house. M/n and F/n were Y/n’s parents. They could only feel sympathy for the boy, understanding the loss of the parents. Giyuu knelt down to Y/n’s height.
“I saw their bodies! They were mutilated! I don’t know what happened! I shouldn’t have left, I shouldn’t have! My brother, my sister. It’s all my fault!”
Y/n screamed after he said that, the thoughts consuming him. He was becoming irrational, and it showed through the way he was talking. The man wearing the mask could only shake his head in disagreement. Giyuu rubbed Y/n’s back.
“It is not your fault. It’s better you left, before whatever killed your family killed you.”
Y/n felt a deeper pit in his stomach. Giyuu was right, whatever had killed his family would have killed him. For some reason, this made Y/n feel so much guiltier than he was already. Nothing made sense to Y/n anymore, and the red masked man could sense it.
“What is your name?”
Y/n looked at the mask, just now realizing how weird it looked. It dispersed a bit of the anxiety he was harboring. Y/n was trying to hold in a giggle as best as he could. Y/n tried to steady himself.
“Y/n. My name is Y/n L/n and the last of the L/n family.”
It hurt him having to say that, but he felt it was necessary. Giyuu could see the boy struggling with keeping tears in. He could only sympathize with him, not even able to imagine losing someone so close. Giyuu’s hand slipped into Y/n’s s/c one.
Y/n looked into Giyuu’s muddied sapphire blue eyes, getting entranced by the color and intrigue. Y/n then looked the guy with the red mask, realization hitting him. He didn’t know this man’s name. He knew Giyuu’s but not knowing this man’s name felt weird, Y/n pointed to him and looked at Giyuu.
“What’s his name?”
Giyuu and looked at the guy with the red mask. Both were unable to understand what he was feeling. He just stood there, silence settling in for a moment around the three. He got a bit closer to the two that stood in front of him.
“My name is Sakonji Urokodaki. You can call me Urokodaki. I will be your instructor. Now let's go.”
Y/n looked confused at the two. What did Urokodaki mean by instructor, and for what? Questions swirled around Y/n’s head, making him so dizzy. He looked to Giyuu for answers, hoping he could read his mind.
“He teaches sword skills, and concentration breathing. You will also be coming with us.”
Giyuu’s response only gave Y/n more questions. Y/n felt even more dizzy, not understanding anything what these two were talking about. Y/n’s eyes glanced to the graves. Y/n then looked in his hand to see the semi wilted flowers.
The boy walked away from Giyuu, his s/c hand releasing from his. Giyuu watched Y/n walk to the graves he made, soon following the boy. He watched the boy place an even amount of flowers on each grave, delicately. Giyuu looked around to find anything to gift to those passed on.
He wondered over to a small patch of small yellow flowers. The color complimented the white ones well. He started placing them down, as Y/n watched him. His heart felt warmed by the action, unsure how to respond.
Giyuu stood next to Y/n, his hand back to holding Y/n’s. Y/n didn’t understand why Giyuu did this at all. He didn’t know his parents, so why give gifts? It made no sense to the boy.
“Why did you do that?”
Giyuu looked to Y/n, staring in to e/c eyes blankly. No emotion could be found within Giyuu’s eyes, at least none that were obvious. He looked back to the mounds, examining the flowers that laid on each one. His face was unfazed.
“Do what?”
Y/n looked to the flowers now. Confusion was still constant within the boy. He didn’t understand Giyuu at all, and his actions made no sense.
“Put flowers on the graves. You didn’t know my family, so why do it?”
Giyuu’s gaze didn’t waver off of the mounds. It only took a minute for Giyuu to find his answer to Y/n’s question.
Y/n became inpatient, curiosity hurting his brain. He didn’t like not knowing what other people were thinking.
“They died, that’s why.”
Giyuu’s tone was flat and blank. Y/n pondered on Giyuu’s response. Urokodaki joined the two, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. The way his head was facing, one would think he was looking at the graves too. He heard the conversation the two were having.
“One doesn’t need to have a relationship to the deceased to give respects to them. They simply need a caring and open hearts.”
Y/n looked up, startled by Urokodaki’s sudden presence. He sighed, finally getting an answer that made sense to him. His mind calmed down, his gaze looking at the graves one last time. He looked at both Giyuu and Urokodai again.
“I think… I think I’m ready to go.”
Urokodai nodded, turning around, facing the way to his home. Giyuu followed soon after, guiding Y/n. Y/n followed, looking back to his home. Tears slowly brimmed Y/n’s eyes one last time, floating in the wind as he walked away with Giyuu.
As the three walked to Urokodaki’s home, Y/n admired the scenery that surrounded them. The deeper they went, the more Y/n realized how little he explored. Y/n’s eyes sparked with wonder and curiosity, he ran a bit further than Giyuu, wanting to see it all. Giyuu softly smiled, seeing how excited the boy was.
“You live all the way out here, Urokodaki?”
Urokodaki only nodded, not saying a word. The closer the three got to Urokodaki’s home, the more excited Y/n felt. It was weird for him to feel this much excitement over something so simple. Giyuu pulled Y/n a little closer, so they could walk side by side.
“Stay close to me.”
Y/n nodded, feeling a bit on edge with the way Giyuu talked. The forests were getting darker, and the moonlight dispersed itself. The forest grew more eerie, but neither of the three were phased. Well not negatively that is.
Giyuu gripped Y/n’s hand, feeling as if the boy would be scared of the dark. It was also for Giyuu's own sake, wanting to keep Y/n safe. Y/n was too caught up in the dark forest and wondering what happened in them. Y/n looked at Giyuu, his smile making the black haired boy a bit flustered.
“Do you hear voices in these woods?”
Giyuu felt confused, what did this h/c haired boy mean? He looked around and tried his best to hear if there were any noises around the group. Silence was all there was, aside from the normal rustling from the wind. Giyuu kept his focus on Urokodaki, his pace slowing.
“What do you mean Y/n?”
Y/n started frowning, panic and regret making home in his throat. He didn't want to answer truthfully. He didn't want these new people to think of him as someone crazy. A shuddered sigh came out of Y/n’s mouth.
“I…uhm… Sometimes late at night, I hear voices. Well, more, so I talk to the void, and sometimes it talks back.”
Giyuu felt minimal anxiety after hearing what Y/n said. He didn’t want to panic the boy, but he looked at Urokodaki. The older man seemed to pick up on what Y/n said, though his pace was still the same. Giyuu could tell though that Urokodaki was concerned. The further they walked, the closer a house seemed to get.
Y/n saw the house on the horizon, curious about what it looked like. The outside presentation felt so familiar to him, it reminded the boy of his own home. Giyuu looked at the child running out of his reach, the absence of Y/n’s hand that once held Giyuu’s. Y/n was the first up the hill, standing in front of the house, feeling sadness grip him once again.
Y/n’s body felt heavy, his eyes brimming with tears once more. He felt sick of how sad he got within just today, the amount of breakdowns stuck in his head. Thick tears rolled down his face, heaves holding back the sobs. Giyuu rushed to Y/n, unsure of what might have caused this strong emotional response.
Giyuu tried to get Y/n’s attention, Urokodaki not too far behind from the two. Y/n’s mind was enveloped of that night, that moment. The regret swelling up in his stomach, he felt so sick. He couldn’t help but blame himself. Nothing in his mind put him at ease.
The images of his mother, his father, and both his siblings mutilated now swarming his mind. In his head, he was screaming out, telling the thoughts to stop. The more he screamed in his mind, the more Y/n could feel as if he was saying it. Giyuu and Urokodaki were suddenly panicking when they heard Y/n’s pleas for something to stop.
“Y/n, what's wrong?”
Giyuu’s question went unanswered, unknown levels of panic became prominent to him. Giyuu didn’t know that such a stranger could panic him like this. Urokodaki only watched, unsure on how to help. Y/n fell to his knees, disbelief still strong in his mind.
Y/n sobbed loudly, the moonlight causing his tears to gleam. Giyuu only at next to Y/n, letting him cry. He knew there wasn’t much he could do, not unless Y/n told him. Urokodaki went to open the door to the house, motivation, and reasoning were unknown to Giyuu.
All Giyuu could think was to grab the sobbing boy and carried him inside. He put his hands around Y/n’s neck and knee’s carrying him into Urokodaki’s home. Y/n looked to Giyuu, finally snapped out of the horrible flashback.
Y/n looked around, noticing they were inside the house. The h/l h/c haired boy was confused as to how he got inside, looking all over the place. Y/n then looked at Giyuu noticing the boy was carrying him. Y/n blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed that Giyuu held him so close.
“Giyuu, what’s going on? Why are we inside now?”
Giyuu looked to Y/n, putting him down, so he could walk on his own. Giyuu lead Y/n to where the two of them would be sleeping. Y/n saw the mats and at on one of them, looking to the other one. Giyuu stood in the doorway.
“You were crying.”
Giyuu’s blunt words hurt Y/n a bit. It felt like a bad thing when Giyuu said it. Giyuu noticed Y/n tensing up, wondering why he was. Giyuu moved to the mat next to Y/n’s sitting directly in front of him.
“I’m sorry.”
Y/n’s meek voice caused Giyuu to blush slightly. He never heard a voice so sweet before. Curiosity once again graced Giyuu. He didn’t understand why Y/n was apologizing.
“You have no need to be sorry.”
Y/n looked directly into Giyuu’s eyes.
“But I was crying, and you had to carry me inside, I can’t help but feel like I’m already burdening you.”
Giyuu only shook his head, disagreeing with Y/n’s conclusion.
“You’re not a burden, you only worried me and I wanted to bring you inside where it’s safer.”
Y/n softly smiled, all anxieties being calmed.
He looked around the room, studying every nook and cranny, wanting to get comfortable. Giyuu noticed e/c eyes darting back and forth at a rapid pace. He sat on the other mattress, staring directly at Y/n.
Y/n's eyes stopped darting, fixating on Giyuu. He tried to decipher what Giyuu was thinking, but there was no use in doing so. Giyuu kept his gaze on Y/n both staring into each other's eyes. Y/n started to fidgeting with his fingers, unsure on what to do around the boy in front of him.
“What do the voices say and what do they sound like?”
Giyuu's tone was serious, and Y/n was anxious. He didn't know how to answer Giyuu’s question without seeming crazy. Y/n tried to gather his thoughts and memories of all the voices he had heard. Y/n lowered his head.
“They would ask me what I was doing outside so late. That's how every conversation started. Sometimes they would take interest in things I did that day, or they would ask random questions about what things were. They all sounded different, but there were some regulars. Those were the ones that would always ask me how I was and seem the most interested in my life. It was oddly comforting. Why do you ask?”
Giyuu seemed unfazed, so focused on everything Y/n was sharing with him. Every single word Y/n said, Giyuu had memorized. Y/n got uncomfortable with the silence. He was unsure if he should continue talking or if he should wait for Giyuu to respond. Before Giyuu could open his mouth, Urokodaki walked in.
“Dinner's ready. Y/n I'll find a change of clothes for you.”
Y/n quickly nodded, not wanting to seem disrespectful to Urokodaki. Y/n stood up and walked out of the room, Giyuu following close behind. The aroma of the dishes made Y/n's mouth water. He quickly sat down, grasping his hands together for a silent prayer. Once the food hit Y/n’s tastes buds, it sent him to other worlds of flavors.
The feeling of a warm home cooked meal made Y/n feel so loved. Even if it was from a stranger, it felt nice to have warm food waiting for him. Giyuu watched Y/n, noticing his expressions brighten with every bite he took. Giyuu started to eat slower than Y/n.
After the two finished their meal, Urokodaki came out with some spare clothes for Y/n. The boy graciously took them, thanking Urokodaki every other second. Once Y/n changed, he sat on the mattress waiting for Giyuu to enter. Said boy walked in, changed from what he was wearing earlier into more suitable night ware.
The two ended up falling asleep, Urokodaki blowing out all the candles to bring a darkened atmosphere to the house. Giyuu stayed up a bit, just to make sure Y/n felt safe enough to fall asleep. As soon as he heard Y/n snoring softly, Giyuu went to bed.
After a few hours, Y/n woke up as if his body was begging him too. He looked around, a sleeping Giyuu catching his eye. Y/n softly got up, walked out of the room, and out of the house to see the darkness of night. He walked a little further, closer to the trees, to see if he heard any voices like his old home. Y/n started to mumble to himself, in hopes of the voices to come back and talk to him once more.
The more Y/n mumbled to himself, the more crazy he felt for not getting a response. It had been a couple of minutes of him being out in the freezing cold, acting like a lunatic. He was so caught up in his own thoughts and words that he didn’t hear someone walk behind him. Y/n jumped back becoming startled when he felt a hand on his back.
Y/n’s heart was beating so fast, he brought a hand to his chest, trying to calm himself down. E/c eyes looked up to see who had startled him, little hope, thinking it was his family coming to take him home out of the lingering denial he has of their death. Y/n’s eyes dimmed when he saw it wasn’t his family, but Giyuu. Giyuu looked at Y/n with slight concern, unsure on what to do to help calm the boy down.
“What are you doing out here?”
Y/n stiffened at Giyuu’s voice, something about it made him feel safe, which was odd to him. He took a minute to gather himself to not stutter or mess up his response.
“I couldn’t sleep, it's an issue I’ve been having for a while. Back home, I’d just sit out during the night and talk to myself. You remember those voices I talked about? Those are what I was hoping to get a response from.”
Y/n’s head lowered, still missing his home and fearful of what Giyuu would say. What he didn’t expect was Giyuu hugging him. That was Giyuu’s only response, and he didn’t know why he did that himself. Y/n melted in Giyuu’s grasp, tears softly streaming down his face.
Giyuu led Y/n to a rock form, seemingly resembling a table and chairs. The two sat down on the rocks and Y/n's tears stopped. The familiarity of sitting around the darkness and being surrounded by trees brought a soft smile to his face. Giyuu blushed lightly, wanting to see Y/n only ever smile like that especially what happened to him.
“I promise Y/n, I will protect you from any sadness.”
Y/n looked up, startled, and blushed. He didn’t know how to respond or what Giyuu meant. The two sat there in comfortable silence for the most part. Giyuu contemplated telling Y/n what he has been thinking about all night. Deep down, he knew the right answer.
“Y/n, I have something to tell you.”
Y/n looked at him curiously, something telling him that what Giyuu was going to share wasn’t going to be happy. Y/n waited impatient for Giyuu to tell him what he needed too. Giyuu noticed Y/n’s impatience. He went on to explain what he needed to Y/n.
“Those voices you were taking to were demons.”
Y/n was confused. He’s heard of the creatures others called demons, but he only ever thought them to be tales to keep kids to behave. And if those voices were demons, why didn’t they kill him? Based off the stories he had heard from the towns folk, they should have killed him.
“Demons? What are they exactly?”
Giyuu was shocked that Y/n didn’t know what demons were. The usual reaction others had when they heard the talk of demons were fear. But this boy in front of him not know of demons, but he held no fear in his voice when he asked. Y/n confused Giyuu more ways than one in just one night.
“They are human eating creatures. And they must be slain.”
Y/n became scared after hearing those last few words. He didn’t want to hurt the voices, even if they were demons. The brought so much comfort to him, they were like a family. Y/n looked down again, his mind was swimming with swarming thoughts.
Giyuu noticed Y/n becoming uncomfortable at the thought of slaying demons. He didn’t quite understand why, however. He thought it was a demon that killed Y/n’s family. So why was Y/n uncomfortable with the thought of slaying demons?
“What’s wrong Y/n?”
Y/n was startled once more, jumping back slightly on the make shift chair. He struggled to make eye contact with Giyuu. He wanted to explain the issue of his feelings, but no words were coming to his mind. Luckily, Giyuu found those words for Y/n.
“You’re struggling with the thought of killing demons, aren’t you.”
Y/n looked up to meet Giyuu’s eyes. He nodded quickly, his h/c hair bobbing with the motion, which Giyuu found cute. Thanks to the Giyuu, Y/n was prompted to put his thoughts into a cohesive line. Y/n sighed, still anxious to share how we felt.
“I know that they hurt others, but if those voices were demons, then I can’t bring myself to kill them. I mean, if they're strangers and I haven’t talked to them then I’m sure I could, but still. They brought a comfort to me that even my own family couldn’t.”
Giyuu nodded, his suspicions were confirmed after what Y/n said. He needed to think of something to say that wouldn’t upset Y/n but make Y/n realize his thinking was dangerous. Giyuu felt something grab his hand, and gently rub it. Giyuu looked in Y/n’s direction, meeting e/c eyes full of softness.
“I understand that my view on demons may be harmful to me and maybe even deadly, but I have hope that no demon will hurt me.”
Giyuu’s eyes held seriousness. He didn’t want Y/n to die, not to something that he knows he can protect the boy from. It made sense in his mind why Y/n would think that way, but it still deeply worried him. Giyuu asked one last question, in hopes of at least bringing acknowledgment to the boy that sat in front of him.
“Do you know what killed your parents? Your family?”
Y/n shook his head, tears brimmed in his eyes. His family’s death was still a sensitive wound. Y/n’s breathing became shaky and Giyuu noticed. He grasped both s/c hands to try and sooth the boy.
“The possible cause of death is demons.”
Y/n’s eyes widened, but a wave of realization hit. It was strong and it scared Y/n. His thoughts were spiraling once more, no sign of breaking away from them. He started to hyperventilate once more. Giyuu hugged Y/n close, over the table like rock.
Giyuu hugged Y/n until the boy’s eyes were dry of tears. Once Y/n calmed down, his eyes fluttered shut due to drowsiness replacing the sadness. His sleepy head hit Giyuu’s shoulder, soft short breaths hit Giyuu’s cheek. Giyuu blushed, a soft pink gracing where Y/n’s breath hit.
Giyuu held Y/n up so that he could walk around the rock and pick up the boy. He carried Y/n bridal style, as quietly as he could. Y/n nuzzled into Giyuu’s chest, making Giyuu blush once more. He didn’t know why he felt so close to the boy or the urge to protect him having just met him.
Giyuu quietly brought the boy back to the room they shared, bringing the covers up ever so gently. Something in him wanted to kiss the boy’s forehead. He brushed Y/n’s h/c hair aside and gently planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Y/n softly smiled in his sleep after the kiss, and Giyuu softly smiled too.
Giyuu walked to his bed, the smile still on his face. His cheeks were warm, still flustered with Y/n’s presence. As Giyuu drifted off to sleep, he made a vow to himself. That vow was to protect Y/n at all costs, from both the demons that roam the earth and other’s that may want to harm the boy.
A/n: It took so long to rewrite this, but I'm so happy with it! It's in my new writing style and it has so much more detail! I hope you enjoyed and I hope to update this book a lot more! Be on the lookout for a Tokyo revengers x male reader, a Jujutsu Kaisen x male reader, and a Helluva boss x male reader fic! I will also be trying to write up a chapter 1 or prologue for my sk8 the infinity fic as well.
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