some redesigns for the bad end au i've been writing-- upper 3, obanai iguro and upper four, giyuu tomioka- and the fucked up tanjiro-muzan that i haven't really thought of a proper Name for.
Warnings: smut w/o plot, dirty talk, vaginal sex, somnphilia
Synpsis: the vividness of your nightmares made them seem more than mere figments of your imagination, and eventually, you obtained the proof that confirmed your suspicions
Requested by: @crystalwolfblog - kocham cię mocno, złośnico ♥ Oby ten ficzek przypadł Ci do gustu
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You had been experiencing a persistent issue with unsettling nightmares that plagued you night after night. They were vivid and often disturbing, leaving you feeling fatigued and anxious during the day. You had tried various methods to alleviate this distressing problem, including altering your sleep habits and seeking professional assistance, but to no avail. The recurring nightmares continued to intrude upon your restful slumber, hindering your ability to obtain the peaceful respite that your mind and body so desperately needed.
There was one particular nightmare that haunted you incessantly, in which you found yourself face-to-face with a demon of immense proportions. This demonic entity possessed large bird-like wings that towered above you, casting a dark shadow over your trembling body. Its sharp talons, protruding from its monstrous hands, glistened menacingly in the dim light of the nightmare. The demon's massive claws, terminating its grotesque legs, dug deep into the ground, leaving deep imprints that seemed to seal your fate.
As you stood before the demon in your nightmare, his presence looming over you with his large bird-like wings and sharp talons, he introduced himself as Urogi. His voice was deep and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine as he spoke. You tried to wake up from the nightmare, but you were trapped in the darkness of your subconscious, unable to escape the terrifying encounter with this monstrous creature.
Every night was plagued by the same harrowing dream, with the demonic figure of Urogi relentlessly haunting your slumber. His intimidating form, with large bird-like wings, razor-sharp talons on his hands, and massive claws ending his legs, loomed over you, filling you with an overwhelming sense of dread. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't shake the nightmarish vision from your mind, and it continued to torment you night after night.
You had already been having a hard time falling asleep that night and you woke, maybe an hour or so after falling asleep, to the feeling of someone sliding under your sheets.
At first, you were confused and groggy. You didn't have anyone over so you had no idea who was crawling between your legs. You figured you were just having a really vivid dream as you felt a thick, sharp talon pulling the hems of your kimono up your figure. The creature held it back and pushed your legs apart.
You were beginning to actually wake up, soft yet shrill humming playing in your ears but you weren't able to pay attention to it. You didn't dare move, but the more it all sunk in and you realized what was happening your stomach dropped. And your pussy instantly grew hot and wet, involuntary. The sensation that overcame you was one of peculiar yet pleasing nature, compelling you to heed its beckoning and venture forth into the unknown.
"You're nice and wet for me tonight, Y/N," you heard a deep, male voice whisper, a loud chuckle followed. It was a confirmation that one - it was that demon, again, and two - he had done this enough to be confident sufficiently to dirty talk to you. It was so messed up and gross because he was fucking revolting, yet tempting in some strange way. The fact that the feeling of his forever sharp talons finally starting to rub your throbbing clit made intense pleasure run through your body made you want to throw up. It was an odd sensation, one that you knew you shouldn't indulge in. The forbidden feeling lingered, tempting you to follow its path. Despite your reservations, you eventually succumbed to its allure and gave in to your curiosity.
It wasn't long before the demon buried two taloned fingers in your pussy while he stopped his thumb on your clitoris, brushing it ever so gently. Soon, you felt something incredibly wet on your exposed pussy. The saliva oozed out of the demon's mouth in a thick and slimy consistency, dripping down onto your sex with a wet plop. It was warm and you hated it but you also fucking loved it at the same time. You were actually enjoying the fact that you didn't have to do anything but lay there, pretending to be sleeping. In seconds he was sucking on your clit with his wet, hot mouth, flattening his tongue to press it tightly against your slit. You couldn't stop the moan that abruptly slipped out of you, sure that you had blown your cover, but Urogi just chuckled and started flicking your clit with his tongue. "How is such a quiet human a loud sleeper?" He asked as if he expected an answer. You just laid there, letting yourself move or breathe hard as much as you needed at such a relaxed state. You never had your pussy eaten like that. At least not awake.
He made sure your whole pussy was soaked with juices and his spit. As he licked your pussy, his taloned hand traveled up under your kimono, and he started groping your tit. "Fuck," he groaned against your sensative folds, rough lips and hot breath keeping you horribly stimulated. You literally heard when his thick fingers sunk back inside your aching cunt, slick being forced out to make room as he started back up thrusting them inside. "Gonna make my little human toy moan for me. But you won't remember, will you?" The longer he spoke the rougher he fingered you. Then he got right back to using his mouth while he loudly attacked your pussy, curving his taloned fingers so he was able to rub at your squishy spot, and you were afraid you were going to have to give up on my act to beg him to just fuck you already.
You didn't want him to stop, as much as you fucking hated yourself for it, so you just kept letting it happen and, apparently, were good enough at pretending to be asleep to fool your horny late night visitor. It was astonishing in the worst way possible.
Your body was completely moving on its own as it stiffened and your hips rolled against his face and talons to get through the shocking orgasm that washed over you in warm, electrified waves as a moan escaped your parted lips.
As soon as you began to relax again, Urogi slapped your pussy a few times. Some slaps were soft, some harder. All of it made the wettest and most obscene sounds you have ever heard.
You thought this was all he was going to do - to play with your needy pussy, using it to pleasure himself, but then you felt him stop and he moved up your body, only settling once he fully pinned you down, rolling you to your tummy less than gently.
"Never seen a woman so fucking messy," he grumbled.
You were in a trance until you felt a heavy, hard cock start to poke the back of your thigh. You felt it all and it was impressive. Your mouth drooled as you licked your lips, and your cunt appeared to ooze more of your desire.
"You belong to me, you gorgeous, little slut!" Urogi chortled in a manner that can only be described as mischievous, his deep and rich laughter reverberating through the air. His eyes, which glinted with a devilish mirth, crinkled at the corners as he chuckled, thoroughly enjoying whatever he found amusing in that moment. His lips parted, revealing a set of sharp canines that seemed to gleam in the light, while his chest rumbled with each guffaw, giving the impression that the very ground itself was shaking beneath him. "You have some gorgeous cunt, little woman."
Urogi's corpulent dick plunged deep and sure into your core, causing you to respond in the expected manner - a protracted, resounding, and ecstatic ululation emanated from the depths of your chest and reverberated into the nocturnal stillness, while his sturdy hand encircled the back of your neck, fiercely immobilizing you onto the cushion below. "You're my fucking bitch!" Urogi swore and his other hand gripped the curve of your waist, talons digging into your softness still covered with the kimono as he drove himself deeper and deeper. His stiff girht spread your silken tightness wide until he was seated fully inside. The tip of his cock, red and oozing precum, had carved the way and buried against the entrance to your womb.
"Taking demon's cock so well," he crooned and stroked your flank. "Such a good, little hooch!" With agonizing slowness, he retracted his cock, deliberately dragging the girthy length over every contour and swell of your insatiable hole until the tip hung on the brink of liberation once more.
You trembled, anticipating, whining and whimpering. You were willing to wait for Urogi as long as he desired. You knew that he wouldn't leave you unsatisfied.
When he inevitably thrust back in, your mortal body accepted him eagerly and ravenously. The anticipation amplified the sweet release, making the pleasure more ecstatic.
With a sudden jolt, his hips drove forward, plunging deep into your core. The movements were rhythmic and unrelenting, a constant in-and-out motion that left you gasping for breath. Urogi found his pace, and soon, you were both moving in unison, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.
Your body responded eagerly to his touch, quivering with each thrust. His movements played you like an instrument, the pleasure building with each stroke. You couldn't help but push back against him, your hips meeting his in a desperate dance.
The sensation was overwhelming, your body rippling and pulsing with each thrust. Together, you worked to bring each other to the brink of pleasure, his body and yours moving in perfect harmony. It was a private concert, a symphony of passion that left you both breathless and sated.
As seconds ticked by, Urogi let out a bellowing groan and spilled his sticky and opaque seed deep into your womb, marking you as his own. "Fuck!"
Your mouth hung open in ecstasy and you teetered on the edge before tumbling over the brink to a glorious climax. Your body convulsed as your cunt released a stream of honey salt over your quivering thighs and the sheets of the bed. "Ah, Urogi!"
Urogi chuckled, releasing his grip on your nape and trailing his taloned hand down your spine, which was still covered by your kimono. The alate demon leaned in close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that you weren't truly asleep," he grunted in a low, gravelly voice. "But I couldn't resist the temptation to come to you, to feel your body beneath mine, to claim you as mine. Again."
As you lay there with Urogi's hand still tracing down your spine, you summoned the courage to speak up. "I knew you've been doing this before. I was sure that these weren't just dreams. They felt too real, too vivid to be mere figments of my imagination…"
Urogi chuckled, his breath fanning the back of your neck. "Of course I have," he concluded.
You shivered as his talons grazed over your lower back, sending a ripple of pleasure down your body. "Why me?" You asked, genuinely curious.
Urogi leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "It's the way you submit to me," he whispered. "The way you give yourself completely to my pleasure. No one else has ever done that before."
(Warnings for Yandere themes, Karaku IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, hypnosis by love spell(??), etc. Side story to Day 1.)
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True love can only come from within. Deep within the heart when two souls meet and collide in fate. Sparks flying and the feeling of love develops strongly. That was the true story of love and devotion.
Devotion without love(or at least real love-) however is a deadly thing.
Demons could never understand love. They could understand wants and desires but never true love, only what they believed was love. That was even more deadly. You desperately wanted to have someone to like you, cherish you, love you. You've had so much bad luck on the dating scene lately like fate loved to torment you.
Perhaps it was a curse upon your life when you only ever had bad experiences with romance. Most of the time you would go on one date (usually arranged by one of your parents or occasionally your older brother setting up one of his friends) with someone only for them to be rather unpleasant or completely boring. Occasionally there were the nice ones like your brother's best friend who was polite to you during the date but obviously uninterested in pursuing anything further with you. Some of these unfortunate match ups had been-
The man was old enough to be your grandfather! Apparently your mom thought it'd be a GREAT idea to try to marry you off to the village elder. Your father argued that he'd probably wouldn't last long enough to even get married and probably just die within a year of your marriage anyways leaving you a widow at such a young age and that would just make your family a laughing stick. ..You hated his reasoning but at least you weren't forced to marry the creepy old man. Or how about the time she set you up with a narcissist 'medical traveler' who insisted your slight pollen allergy was because you didn't hear about his snake oil- You mean his totally legit dietary medical syrup he was gonna sell to you for only a hundred gold coins as your dowry...Your father was not that desperate to marry you off.
Or how about the time your brother surprised you by setting you up on a blind double date with your brother, his own fiance, and her cousin whom was also looking for a wife!! Which you 'messed up' by slapping him when he tried to kiss you, poured his drink on your yukata when you refused, and stomped off leaving you shocked and covered in sake. And then your brother got mad at YOU for making his fiance's family upset and angering his soon to be cousin- in-law.
Or how about the guy you met at the tavern who was already drunk when you arrived and then made a fool of himself by drunkenly falling out a window? Or how about the time you had lunch with that librarian? He was very nice, polite, maybe a bit paranoid and you found out why when his WIFE carrying a five month old BABY stormed into your home as your parents were introducing him to you and started loudly cursing both her HUSBAND and you out. Your mother then had the full to suggest that you could become his second wife which only escalated the fighting couple's yelling and baby's wails.
It was only after that disaster that your family had completely given up on you and honestly you genuinely gave up on yourself as well. What was wrong with you? You weren't unattractive . You were average and decent looking. You always tried to be nice and polite. You weren't lazy or incompetent either. You worked hard and could do things. So why was this so difficult? No amount of praying at the shrine and leaving offerings helped either. Were you always going to be known as the woman who chases away love in your town?
You had gotten fed up enough with it. Fed up with seeing couples lovingly holding hands, linking arms, hugging and kissing, looking at each other with love around you. Tired of the way you were treated. Tired of being the only one who couldn't have one break. In desperation you made your most fatal mistake.
You went to see the fortune teller.
A woman who everyone feared and stayed away from unless desperate. Most thought her to be some sort of witch and always warned the children to stay away from the dark woods, however desperation was a powerful thing and thus you ventured out at night with nothing but the full moon to guide you until trudging through the woods, you came to the smallest shack you've ever seen but still light wafted from inside and smoke blew out the chimney. Hesitantly you approached the door, froze upon it creaking open all of it's own, and revealed inside the old woman dressed in black sitting in front of the fireplace.
"Come in," she beckoned, "I've been expecting you."
Inside the shack was bottles full of mysterious things. Frog legs, dried herbs, live mice, just being a few of them filled with. Strange roots and plants strung up on the walls, and a bubbling pot sat on top of the fire as the light illuminated the books stacked everywhere.
"You are here became your heart aches," she spoke knowingly surprising you, "Many have come here for similar reasons. I can help you."
You lit up. "You can help me get a husband?!"
"I can not help you 'get' anything," she clarified with a frown, "Love can not be gotten or obtained like an object. It must be grown like a flower. But I can help you get on the right path to find it."
Your smile got wider. "What do I have to do?!"
Her response was to pull out a small little jar from her robes. Inside was a bright pink and yellow fuzzy moth. "Take this rosey maple moth back with you tonight. When you wake up tomorrow morning, take it to your garden and whisper to it what you most desire. It will carry your message to the gods and they will decide on how to help you." She held out the jar to you and you took it from her. "But choose word your words carefully so no misunderstandings happen. If you want love then say you want to find a true romantic relationship instead of just wishing for a husband."
"I will! Thank you so much!"
You left for home right after that, and as soon as the sun came up did exactly what the old woman said. Wishing you had a wonderful lover who'd love you as equals before releasing the small creature. Watching as it quickly flew away from you and disappeared between some trees. Now it was only a matter of time you thought. So you waited. And waited. And waited until weeks passed, then one month, then two months- Until one day your mother called for you to come meet someone in the living room. A promising young man had been found by your mother and he seemed to be very interested in you.
You nearly fainted right then and there
HE WAS GORGEOUS.
Beautiful magenta eyes. Snow white hair. At least six feet tall with a perfect muscular build and pretty smile. He smiled at you when he first saw you, your mother giddy as can be gesturing at him like he was a prized diamond.
"Y/n, this is Young Master Tengen from the Uzui Estate. You remember them from the festival last year right? Of course you do!," she gushed beaming brightly, "His family owns a very popular fireworks business. Isn't he just the handsomest young man you've ever seen?"
Yes. Yes he was. You had believed that the spell actually worked! Your dreams came true at last! The gods had heard your pleas and had decided to finally take pity upon you! You smiled brightly at hi-....Wait.
Uzui Estate???
Did you hear that right? Uzui Estate?? As in THE Uzui family??? Your smile suddenly vanished from your face, paling suddenly. Stomach dropping to your feet as you continued to stare at this man as your mother babbled on about something that you didn't hear in your state.
"Uzui...You mean the family that's known for having many wives?," you asked before you could stop the words from leaving your mouth.
"Oh, don't get the wrong idea," the man finally decided to speak holding up his hands, "I love all my wives equally! So don't let any rumors of my family influence your decision on this."
All his wives???
Your mother looked happily between you two. "Since he's having lunch with us, why don't you both sit down and talk while I go cook?" Then with a wink at you she left the room leaving you two.
He again was the first one to speak looking at you. "So what do you do for hobbies?"
You flinched. "Oh..I uh..I love to plant flowers."
"What kinds?"
"Roses. Maybe tulips or daffodils sometimes."
"Makio loves gardening!! It helps her calm down, and I think you two would get along great with each other!"
"Oh. Is that so?"
"Yeah! I think they'd really like you! You can meet them tomorrow when we go on a date! You'll love how flashy my wives are!"
You had once again been mocked by whatever God answered your prayers. This man had an ego as big as a boulder!! Your mother made you show him your garden with another wink. As you showed him your favorite flower bush he smiled at you and boldly announced-
"How flashy, but not as gorgeous as myself.~"
You only politely laughed not sure if he was joking or not. By the third time he joked about himself being flamboyant or flashy or how they didn't compare to the beauty of his wives, you had completely deduced that he was full of himself. Speaking of his wives he kept bringing them up every other sentence!
"You love mochi too? My Suma LOVES that stuff! You should try her cooking! Problem is she usually eats everything she makes right after she eats it then gets upset with it."
"Makio wound really like this flower for under the willow tree. You mind if I take back a few clippings?"
"This reminds me of the time Hinatsuru surprised me on our walk with a new ring. She's so thoughtful."
Apparently these three women were so wonderful that he insisted on introducing you to them the very next day. Which...was a complete nightmare. You thought this guy was a handful but these three were like being a witness to children fighting. Suma was a massive cry baby often whining while they were supposedly supposed to spend time with you and show you around the house, but most of it was just watching these three constantly go at it. Suma crying or whining about something to someone. You quickly found out Makio had anger issues constantly snapping at both of his wives and wearing a scowl. And Hinatsuru you found out was just a peacekeeper constantly trying to calm down the first two and play pacifist. And Tengen..Well he did absolutely NOTHING to stop his wives. Only smiling and chuckling at their antics like one would when a puppy was playing around.
"Well, Y/n. What do you think of our home?"
You slowly looked up at him from the girls' seventh fight that day. Suma accidentally knocking over a bowl of soup and Makio screaming at her clumsiness, Suma wailing loud enough to make you wince to Hinatsuru, and said woman restraining Makio from slapping Suma while also trying to push Suma off of herself.
"Quite the lively place if I do say so myself!" He proudly smiled ignoring the obvious fighting.
You... slowly blinked. "It's...You have a very nice house." You settled on neutrally. His house was rather nice so it's not a lie.
"Just wait until you see the way we can decorate your room! There's plenty of shops nearby that we're already digging through for the nursery!"
You felt your heart stop in your chest. "Nursery?! As in...like for babies?!"
He blinked confused. "What other nursery would there be?" He gestured to his wives to your horrified expression. "We've always planned on having a big family, that's why we're preparing now" Those three?! Mother's?! "..But I guess with you joining it's only going to get bigger. Haha! Wha- Hey!"
The girls stopped blinking as the sounds of a door slamming open echoed throughout their home. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you away from that crazy household as if a marriage to that family was a dog with rabies chasing after you. You didn't stop through the village or through the woods. Not until you busted through that witch's door panting and angry.
"You cruel woman!," you yelled at her in anger long since bubbled up pointing at the lightly surprised old woman. "That spell you have me was nothing but tomfoolery!!"
"Oh?" She hummed. "What did you ask for?"
"I asked for a man who'd treat us as equals!! Do you know what I got in return?! A man who's head is full of himself and his three wives who are one fight away from murdering each other and me if I was foolish enough to marry him!! "
"What were you expecting in return?"
"I want someone who loves me and only me! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!," you roared at her and anyone else who'd listen. "I don't want cheaters or spoiled people! I don't want to share a man with multiple other lovers like I'm a child waiting for a turn to a toy! I don't want to be someone's last choice!! I just want someone who'd love me FOR ME!! IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR!?!? WHAT DID I DO TO NOT BE LOVED?!"
The woman only patiently watched as you finished your rant, tears streaming down your face before sighing in defeat. "I was afraid of this outcome, but it seems like you're not going to leave until you get a chance."
"Isn't there...anything that you can do?"
"....One thing, but I don't recommend it."
"What is it?"
She scowled. "A love spell."
"Love spell?" You rubbed at your eyes.
Silently she walked over to a stack of books, pulling out a paper from the top and turning with it grimly. "It summons someone who would instantly take to you. However this spell has brought nothing but disaster to whomever used it before. Partners so obsessed with them that they commit unspeakable acts, many resulting in death." Her eyes flickered to you. "Are you sure you'd want to risk it?"
You ended up leaving the woods with that paper clutched in your hand firmly. Ignoring your mother's questions of where you had been and just going to your room to do what the paper instructed you to do. Draw a red circle and sit in the center while changing the incantation on the other side three times and then burn the paper, which you did with a lantern. If this didn't work...then it truly was hopeless.
That night you slept in but it wasn't a peaceful slumber. You had awoken to screams and horrible noises coming through your window. Jolting awake from fear, you made the mistake of rushing to your window to see what was going on. That was your first mistake. Your f/c eyes widened at the sights of homes on fire their insides flickering in the nights as people screamed ran through the streets in fear. Women shrieked. Mothers clutched their children. Men shouted some brandishing makeshift weapons. What was going on? A small woman shrieked running right past your window making you flinch hard looking over instinctively.
You stood there stunned watching as villagers ran around the chaos. Until you made your second mistake. You looked far right and noticed something off. The crowd of your neighbors ran around wildly, but there was one person who wasn't. A man in blue walked calmly through the crowd, clutching a spear in one had. You noticed him because of how out of place his casualness was..That was until he paused in the crowd. Seeming to sense your eyes, he slowly turned around and up. F/c eyes locked onto deadly green eyes as you could finally see the entirety of his face, and the two horns protruding from his forehead.
Demon.
Fear spiked through your body, body acting on it's own as you instantly slammed the shutters shut closing them and stepping back to breath hard. Demon. THAT WAS A DEMON!! What was a demon doing in your town?! Was it just him or their more!? Was he the cause of this?! You didn't have time to think about that. Every fiber of your body was telling you to run. So you did. You ran quickly down the stairs intending to vanish through the front door and make a break for the woods to hide until you could come back or get farther to safety. However you didn't even make it halfway through your kitchen when a force so powerful from outside rammed into the door so hard the thick wood instantly cracked from under the pressure.
You shrieked.
Your scream was like a beacon for all the fear in the world, diving towards the voice that emanated from the vocal cords and through your open mouth all that raw human fear went, striking everywhere in your body and mind. Your body froze. As if your very muscles were frigid with ice from the inside out, painfully still. The sound shrieking out of your throat, pushed forward by the force of the air from your lungs, echoed throughout the night. A sound that could shatter glass and make even a deaf person cringe from the eardrum shattering sound. In the moment you did the only thing you could do. Make a run for the side door as the door was completely kicked off it's hinges sending splintered pieces of wood across your floors.
"Honey, I'm home!~"
You ran through the house through the side door and our into the chaos. People shrieked as they ran this way and that between the smoke and flames. You ran like a death itself was on your heels clutching your nightgown up as you ran around the side of the house hearing cackling behind you as it gave chase.
Right behind her cackling was some kind of shirtless man clutching a uchiwa."I love when they play hard to get!!~"
You ran and ran until two arms ensnared around your middle. You shrieked as whatever it was cackled at his catch as he clutched you hard to him.
Premise: Obsessive emotions can rut anyone away, appreciating love with fear, anger, joy, pleasure and sadness can overwhelm even the purest of hearts.
Word Count: 2638
Note: You can read the first installment of this story here, this was requested by the lovely @star-dust-wanderer, sorry it took so long for me to finish this! 🫣
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Fear is an incredibly powerful emotion.
It’s very much needed for survival, that is a fact, as it helps you keeping yourself safe and away from all dangers life can bring your way.
But when it comes to love and those sort of complicated feelings, fear can become your worst enemy.
While the rest of the clones had their fair share of excitement with this flower girl, Hantengu hasn’t stopped shaking since the moment you escaped.
Were you safe?
Were you able to escape from this awful series of unfortunate events?
Were you sad and alone waiting for someone to come and get you from a hidden cave in the woods?
Just why he kept thinking about all this was entirely a mystery for him. But he couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even drink blood anymore. He was in physical pain from all this irrational fear to a point where Muzan told him to take a break, sort of…
“Get out of my sight, you useless creature…if I see you once more shivering in a corner today I swear I’ll crush your skull…”
His harsh words only made the grunting and shaking worse, if this wasn’t enough on it’s own he managed to anger his lordship. Why did his clones get him in this mess? Is not like he did willingly, he just absorbed them back, this never happened before, never their emotions were so high they would end up rubbing on him, this was a first and he didn’t know how to fix this.
“I need this to go away before Muzan-sama ends up eating us all…” quivering behind a rock he summoned them four, while all he could feel was fear, annoyance was as clear as water in his eyes.
“Fix this now!”
Sekido as usual was the first one to talk, “This is all your fault to begin with! YOU sent us her way, you agreed on taking this mission! And now you want US to fix it?” scoffing he just paced around said rock, “So easy of you to say…you never take on the dirty work…”
Karaku on the other hand was delighted with the news, “Do we know where she is? I can’t wait to see that gorgeous body of hers again…ahhhhh….my love….I hope she’s dying to meet me just the same way I am…” loud scoffs was all that could be heard in the background, presumably coming from Sekido.
“I just hope she’s still alive…poor girl…she didn’t do anything wrong and she’s so nice…so kind…” Aizetsu kept sighing from his place underneath a tall tree.
“She’s fine, I’m sure. I’ve never seen a stronger woman before. She even likes Sekido!” Urogi was circling them all from above, happily flying with excitement.
“I don’t know where the woman is, just go find her. Don’t come back until you get rid of her!”
“WHAT?” the four of them said in unison, dumbfounded by their counterpart’s instructions.
“I can’t keep living like this, you need to make sure this stops right now. I need her out of our life!”
“I don’t think getting rid of her would fix this problem…if any…my own emotions will drown you further…” Aizetsu rarely has any valuable input in a problem, being driven by sadness isn’t the solution to any problem, but this sounded about right.
“Sekido will consume you from the inside too…”
“Ugh…We won’t kill her…but I’ll think of a way of fixing the problem.” without acknowledging their higher self, they followed their self imposed leader, at least he didn’t want you dead.
“Aizetsu, can you track her scent?”
Pulling a little piece of cloth from his pocket, he sniffs it like a pup. “You had a piece of her kimono with you all this time? You disgust me…”
“Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous because he doesn’t have one himself.”
“She’s in that direction…” he pointed south, the familiar scent he’s been craving so much filling his lungs causing a few tears to roll down his face.
“Urogi…”
“Yes sir!” flying as fast as he could through the vast forest, an immense amount of excitement filled his chest. While he’s the most calm of the bunch, just thinking of being able to see you once more was enough to make him forget about how hungry he was.
The night was dark, the moon kept hidden by pesky water filled clouds. Of course nothing that would stop Urogi from finding his prize, yet a bit troublesome to say the least. Storm winds kept pushing him on the opposite direction, washing away the soft floral scent he got to love so much.
“(Y/N)!! (Y/N) baby can you hear me? It’s Urogi! (Y/N)??? C’mon love stop hiding!” he screamed at the top of his lungs while flying low. He knew you were there somewhere, he could literally feel it, yet you were nowhere to be seen.
A little branch cracking caught his attention, his eyes glowing brightly in the darkness as the figure he’s been dying to see again finally reveals in front of him.
“Urogi-san? Is it really you?” unlike him, you couldn’t see in the dark, yet the powerful sound of his wings was a memory you treasured dearly and would recognize anywhere.
“(Y/N)!!!” a loud thud could be heard as your body hit the ground, a very heavy mass of muscle and wings crushing you and smothering you with kisses.
“Urogi-san! I thought I’d never see you again! Why are you here?”
“We were a bit restless thinking of what became of you. Are you hurt? Have you been eating?”
Giving him that lovely smile of yours, you just shook your head. “I’m not hurt, all thanks to you all. Aizetsu-san made sure I got to escape safely. Are you four ok?”
“We’re fine just worried about cha. Let’s go find the others, shall we?” he didn’t really gave you time to answer, scooping you in his strong arms and giving you forehead a soft loving kiss while he crossed the forest once more, with you in his arms the storm winds were nothing to him, pure joy elated his heart and that was more he could ever wish for.
Once he managed to get back to others, he put you down puffing his chest proudly, “Found her~”
“Sekido-san!!!” you tackled the demon, wrapping him in a warm embrace, while the others knew you were quite fond of him, they never expected to see such a thing.
“Are you ok? You’re such a dumb woman, I’m sure you’re hurt everywhere, aren’t you? Show me your injuries, you idiotic pest!”
His angry outburst made you giggle, even if he was angry he was worried about you, that much was clear. “I’m fine. Don’t worry, I’m tough, remember?”
Scoffing he stopped resisting your snuggling, “Yeah right, like a useless human could do anything on their own…”
“I wasn’t on my own though…Aizetsu-san helped me get out of there unscratched.” reaching a hand over to Aizetsu, you pulled him into the warm mess of tangled limbs you called hug.
“I missed you…” the sadness in his voice was palpable, while the other three missed you as well, they were incapable of showing it the way he could.
“I missed you too. Did you manage to escape alright too?” you cupped his cheek, tenderly caressing it with your thumb, while he couldn’t smile, his eyes watered with intensity from your soft loving touch, nobody had ever shown such tenderness to him, he was a demon, undeserving of such delicacy.
“Yeah…we are all fine. Better now that you’re here…”
Karaku was enjoying the show from up a tree branch, drinking some sake while admiring your beauty from afar, “We need to get you back to safety, sweetheart. Otherwise our emotions won’t be at peace. Though, I still want to strip you naked and drink from your-“
“Shut your mouth if you ever want to use it again.”
Sekido’s outburst made you giggle once more and snuggle further onto him. “Are we going back to the cottage? Or is it still not safe?”
“The cottage should be fine, right boss?”
“Yeah the demon corps left the area a while back, even if they did a human living there on her own wouldn’t be suspicious.”
“As long as we aren’t there, that is. We would only bring her troubles…” Aizetsu sighed heavily, sinking further into your embrace as if trying to engrave this moment in his memory for eternity. The warmth of your body, your little squeezes, the soft touch of your loving kisses…in all honesty he wished he could enjoy those all his life.
But there was no way he could.
“Let’s go, gorgeous. I’ll carry you in my arms so you don’t have to walk.” flying with Urogi was quite thrilling, though it was also pretty fast to arrive to wherever the aim was and that was something you didn’t want right now. “As much as I enjoy that, I think I would like to walk with all of you, if you don’t mind.”
They were all as surprised as the other by your response. It almost sounded like you wanted to spend time with them. But that couldn’t be true, they were your captors, they literally kidnapped you and forbid you to return to your home town, not even to retrieve the corpses of your departed family.
Aizetsu held one of your hands in his, gently caressing your knuckles with his thumb, “Let’s go.”
Taking the lead was never reserved for Aizetsu, he lacked assertiveness, but even sadness can be useful when it comes to real love.
He had the most intense feelings out of the rest, while some might think Sekido was the obvious answer, sadness is more powerful than anger, it tears you apart from within, it makes you take stupid decisions, clouds your view of every possible positive outcome. But it also clings to the beautiful feeling of love, craves it like no other as it soothes their lonely heart.
Aizetsu was the one who triggered such anxiety in Hantengu, he was the sole reason for his constant breakdowns.
While the other three contributed to this, Aizetsu kept flooding his mind with insanity.
The moment you smiled at him and held his hand back, his heart just couldn’t take it anymore, sobbing, he kept on walking north, he needed to bring you back to safety, back to a place he could always find you at.
“Oi Sekido…If we bring her to the cottage…does that mean we can just visit her whenever we want?”
“Ugh…I guess…but try to suppress your joy or he will notice…”
Urogi danced in the gloomy night sky, even if Aizetsu had the best interaction with you this time around, there was always a chance to see you again, he could come and smother you with kisses whenever he wanted, he could just stop feeling like he was drowning. Being happy all the time can be as exhausting as being sad or angry, it makes you question your own choices, your own words, your own truthfulness, yet with you around he never had to question anything, he could utterly enjoy his joyful self, making you giggle, causing you to smile, being a source of happiness to you was more than enough for him.
Sekido on the other hand, had his mind filled with uncertainty.
While he knew you being safe would bring order to his messy thoughts, he also knew it was very unlike him to enjoy your company, your touch, your smile. He was in rage with his own self, he wanted to kick himself real bad, rip his own head off, he couldn’t fathom anger itself could bring something like love to bloom.
What angered him most was the fact that you didn’t mind any of this. You were surrounded by demons, demons that could eat you alive at any point in time, you were facing Karaku who could ravish you to pieces, and all you did was giggle like a fair maiden, blush at their words, cuddle them like they were a bunch of puppies. You’d end up dead at this rate…if you accepted them just fine, you could accept any other demon, they would not think twice and dismember you like a chicken for supper, drink your delicious blood like nectar from the gods.
“Woman. You can’t let anyone enter the cottage but us, you hear me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You…your scent…calls creatures like us…they won’t be as generous…”
“Ah….yes…anyone would party in that beautiful body of yours, my muse…I would if Sekido wasn’t as noisy…” the scowl in Sekido’s face was almost comical, yet he was absolutely right and that was a terrifyingly infuriating thought.
“Got it. Will you guys bring food to me then? If I can’t go out?”
“You can go out, dumbass. Just not at night.”
“Oh…that makes things easier, yes. But you will come and visit me, right?” the pleading look in your eyes made him feel somewhat light headed, an unusual sensation at that.
“Yeah yeah…”
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The cottage was still the same way you left it, remains of the rope that held you captive, charred coal from Karaku’s bonfire…Urogi’s scratches on the floor, it held so many dear memories, even if they were fleeting, they were all very much treasured memories of yours.
They were hard at work reinforcing the door and windows, setting traps around the cottage, making sure no demon would dare to touch their prey.
Aizetsu though, couldn’t bare being away from you and was currently laying his head on your lap while you caressed his long fluffy hair.
While he was still sad about leaving you here on your own, he knew there was noting he could do, he couldn’t stay here to protect you, though he could come at any time, see your face, have your soft soothing touch all to himself.
“Aizetsu-san…I wanted to thank you…” your voice was nothing but a whisper, yet he could hear all of it and it made his stomach drop with anticipation.
“You were always so kind to me, from the start. Gave me a sense of safety I never felt before…” your words turned to silence yet your loving touch said more than your words, he could feel how much you cared for him, for the others, how you accepted them even knowing what they truly were, a sense of belonging bloomed in his chest the same way it did on the others.
“I’ll come visit when I can…will you…will you caress my hair like this when I do?”
“Of course, sweet stuff. As much as you want…”
Unbeknownst to you both, the other three were watching the entire interaction.
They were connected after all, they were one.
That sense of belonging bloomed in all of them at once, and not an ounce of jealousy could be felt within any of them, not even Sekido.
This is where they belonged.
Not by Muzan’s side, not fighting demon hunters, but in your arms.
A realization that was not only worrying but wholesome, as much as troubling.
