akiranzee

[akiranzee]

Heysssss umm if u take requests can u do a muzan x reader but like the reader knew Muzan for like since he was sick and lwk fell in love with her since she was a maid and she was the married off and her husbands like a abuser and she goes to muzan for like help (this is when his like kills the doctor and become a demon) and muzan helps her but accidently turns her into a demon and she disapears into the night then like fastforward to the future like during when muzan is like busy turning humans into demons before like tanjiro is born muzan meets y/n again and she is different from beforr blah nlah blah and he is still in love but like first y/n has a little crush and muzan is like inlove cause y/n treats him like a person, ive had thus in my head for like weeks and idk how to write saur .... yeh😀 could u tag me if u write it byeeeeeee👾

[ “WHEN TWO WORLDS COLLIDE” ]

pairings: muzan kibutsuji x f!y/n

a/n: i LIKE this request. @bookwormgamerweeb

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“have you heard? the young master of the kibutsuji family has gotten ill.”

“i’d say that’s karma for looking down at us commoners.”

“not only that — but he’s on the brink of death! i don’t feel bad though...”

those were the whispers and gossips enveloping the whole town that day. words spread like wildfire about my terminally ill young master of the kibutsuji household.

the wind was bustling in this dying town. there were less people, and half of them were drowning in poverty. some herbs flew out from the bucket i was carrying. it was filled with multiple and different kinds of herbs the doctor asked me with.

the moment i stepped foot in the kibutsuji household, his crimson eyes met mine.

“young master, hasn’t the doctor advised you to stay indoors? especially with the wind blowing this way.” i hurried up the stairs and led him inside his room, his knees were wobbly and shaky, his wrist had no more flesh but bones. my master was slowly dying.

“y/n, outside work is dangerous. that i reminded you multiple times. men should be the ones who do that.” he coughed up blood, and that for i rushed to get a white cloth.

“but those men wouldn’t dare lift a finger for you, young master.” i grimaced as the once white cloth now turned into a red one.

“then do none of it. let the herbs fly this way.” he wiped the remaining blood off his lips.

“but you will die if you wait—!”

“i am dying.” his crimson eyes met mine, again.

“it is better than you risking your life going out there.” he coughed again, blood spluttering out of his mouth.

“please, do not treat me as if i am a frail and fragile single leaf that will be blown away by a single gush of wind.” if anything, the young master must be the one to take his own advice.

“indeed, i am mistaken. for you have taken a couple more beatings from this husband of yours, no?” his cold hand wrapped around mine, my long sleeve falling down as it exposes my arm that is covered in bruises.

i backed away slowly, taking my wrist from him. i have nothing to say after all, for he is right. my husband treats me as if i were an animal.

“had i not advised you to stay in my house instead? if you continue keeping up with those beatings, i will not wonder if i open my eyes and see your face deformed.” his crimson eyes traced my face, despite the warmth escaping his very soul and body, i can feel heat from those very eyes.

“i cannot defy him, young master. and i think you know very well that he is my only chance to save my family from poverty.” i looked down, ashamed. i fiddled with my fingers nervously, as i simply admitted that my life hung on the finger of a sorry excuse of a man.

“you will die before you get that chance.” there was a slight pause. “and — had i not told you not to call me young master? you’re defying my orders instead, y/n.” his fingers gently tilted my chin up.

“but that is nothing but disrespectful, young mas—”

“say my name, y/n.” that was not a request. that was an order. the heat from his eyes burned through my soul, once again.

“m-mu... zan...” i stuttered pathetically, i must be a laughing stock right now.

“again.” but his voice held no mockery, but rather — genuine amusement.

“muzan...” my voice barely a whisper, but he still heard it and smiled,

“you should get used to it.” he released my chin and continued to stare out the window, the dying town in view.

“are the herbs all gathered, y/n?” the doctor suddenly pushed the door open, his head peeking in.

“tsk. you ought not to make a young lady run dangerous errands for you. pluck them out yourself, will you?” before i could answer, muzan already did and glared at the doctor.

“but— i am merely here for experimentally treating you—”

“my family pays you triple, no? as a doctor, you should have already gathered those herbs beforehand. talk about incompetence.” muzan continued to berate the doctor, whilst he just stayed silent.

after a moment, muzan finally paused and sighed, “fine, start this shitty treatment, then.” he looked out the window once more. and that, was my turn to leave.

~~~~~

everyday, the young master holds an “experiment” in his room, in hopes of getting better. but outside his wooden door, all i hear are coughs, and splatters of blood. i had feared my young master would not get any better.

until the time came.

i ran fast, faster than i could, away from that treacherous house. i could no longer live in it, no. not with that oaf continuously beating me! i feel my legs wobbling, my vision blurring, yet i see multiple people who i am even ashamed of calling my neighbors.

they knew. they saw. everything. yet all they could do is watch. watch as i run away almost every day, and get pulled back right in. all they could do was stare at me with fear or pity, with hands covering their mouths, and not a single one offered to help me.

not a single one—

i ran, somewhere. to anywhere far from that monster. my feet were leading me to a certain direction. because i was wrong. there was one person who ever offered help.

i ran up the stairs, to his room, slammed the door open—

blood.

blood. on his face, on the walls, on the doctor.

his crimson eyes stared back at me. but no, i couldn’t feel the warmth anymore. almost as if he were... truly dead. his gaze was no longer warm. his eyes looked straight at me as if he truly hated me, and never cared for me. as if he was no longer the young master i once knew.

but no — that cold, psychotic gaze only lasted for a single moment. his gaze softened, and looked at me the same way as he had always done.

right... here, it was warmer than that house.

his hand clasped around my wrists, so gently, as if i were to break if he had tightened even a little, as if he didn’t just kill the only man who had been trying to nurse him back to health.

but that, strangely i didn’t care. because he never dared to hurt me.

instead, he caressed my face so gently, blood on his hands now transferred to my face, “see? your face is now bruised, y/n. what did i tell you? a little more, and this would’ve been deformed.” he said, adding a little touch of dark humor as he examined my face, moving it side to side, until his eyes left mine.

he stared, somewhere, right behind me. and there he stood — my husband with the broken bottle he hit my head with.

immediately, the young master pulled my wrist and hid me behind him, as if i was a delicate flower shielded by a glass from bee stings.

“whothehell are ya? gimme my wife before i hit ya, boy.” my lousy husband pointed the sharp glass at the young master, his body swayed, his words slurred. yes, he was drunk. almost every day. and went home to beat me up and loot me for more drinks.

“this is your husband?” the young master’s once playful tone had completely vanished — his hand firmly held my wrist, but still not enough to hurt me.

“yes...” i squeaked out lowly, ashamed to even call that man a husband.

the young master’s back is faced to me. i can’t see his face. what would he even protect me with? the bones left in his body? how did he even kill the doctor? i had so many questions running through my head, that i didn’t notice — my husband was charging our way.

but, the young master immediately kicked him out of the house, his kick was nowhere near ordinary — but with such strength and power that my husband flew to the garden.

i winced. there goes my escape to poverty. i felt relief, but fear as the young master released my wrist and walked towards the garden.

my husband was still alive, simply groaning in pain.

i followed suit, a bad feeling bubbling within me as the young master raised his hand.

but no—it was not his boney, petite hand. it had long blue nails, that glinted sharper than a knife.

and my instincts screamed at me, i couldn’t lose my escape to poverty.

the young master’s nails slashed through me, leaving a searing pain in their wake, as i screamed in agony whilst i had stood bloody in between the two men.

the young master’s eyes widened, retracting his nails and backing away altogether, the anger in his eyes now replaced with fear.

in that moment, i had finally realized it— what a pathetic being i was to have clung to the wrong guy. i dropped to the ground, accepting death like a friend, as this was possibly my punishment for such pathetic actions.

i looked and saw the very man i protected ran away, not once even looking back. and yet— the irony of it all, is the man who had just killed me knelt to the ground and held me in his warm embrace.

“i’m sorry— i didn’t— why would you—” the young master’s lips quivered, his words stuttered, and his whole body basically trembled.

but i simply smiled as i had long accepted death. although, death never came.

i laid there in his arms, waiting for death. but instead of feeling weak, i felt as if i was reborn instead. i felt my heart thumping fast, energy pulsing through my veins, and worst of all — the slash wounds were now healed into miracle.

my head hurted like migraine, my gums swelled and i could taste the metallic blood on my tongue, my whole body shook violently.

even the young master looked confused. and there then, did i see my reflection in those crimson eyes.

i grew horns, fangs, and nails.

i looked down in horror, the wound gone, my nails long, my skin paler.

and i didn’t have to think twice— but to escape from his arms and leap into the dark abyss of the forest.

~~~~~

“...you still have not found her?” muzan took away his nails from his victim’s neck, yanking blood along the process.

“first, the spider lily, now, second, a girl. a fucking girl!” muzan glared at his demon, his victim’s coughing and spewing of blood playing in the background.

“i gave you everything! her information, her clothes, places she knows, and yet you still haven’t found her!?” before the demon could reply, muzan was already long gone.

fine. if no one can find her, then muzan will. surely, if fate destined them together, fate will bring them together.

and so there she was. after days and days of looking under the moon, he had finally found her. not in the field of roses nor dandelions, no— but in a field of blue spider lilies.

he had looked for that flower for quite a long time, possibly the same time he started looking for y/n.

but no, he didn’t approach because he wanted to pluck a single blue spider lily. but because he wanted to hear her voice, again.

muzan placed his now veiny, slender hand on her shoulder, as she turned and saw— the very man she dreaded.

“i have not gotten a chance to apologize. properly.” his deep voice sounded like a whisper, a hush in the midst of the fleeting blue spider lilies.

“the young master i know does not apologize.” her eyes locked with his, her once hesitation of even interacting with him this close has long faded.

“but i will, and i’m sorr—” as muzan knelt and crushed a few blue spider lilies under his knee, his apology was cut off with y/n taking his chin in her hand, lifting it up.

“then you would not be the same young master i once served.” her gaze that was filled with loving, that only muzan could see through — was still there, somewhere, behind that cold look.

he chuckled, “right, for this dear servant of mine would forgive me before i even committed a crime.”

“i have come to love this version of myself. i no longer needed a man to look after me, nor to save my family from poverty.” muzan’s gaze softened. right. years had passed. what made him think she still needed him after all those years?

“but... i had always wanted someone who was so out of my world, that i couldn’t breathe every time he fell sick, that i felt the happiest every time he would spoil me with his riches, that i felt the luckiest that he was still looking for me after all those years. and i waited for that very same man.” there, then, did he finally see her. the y/n he had fallen for. not hiding behind her demon form, no. but the very first demon he made that looked human, the very first that made him feel human.

and he felt himself drowning in her embrace. not because it was overwhelming, no. but because he had finally felt warmth for the very first time in the longest time, and it was always the warmth of her touch.

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[akiranzee]

So idea!!

So basically muzan is in a meeting with the uppermoons scolding them for not finding the blue spider lilly and his wife just barges in with it and is "like look at this pretty flower i found!!"

[ “UNEXPECTED SURPRISE” ]

pairings: muzan kibutsuji x wife!y/n

a/n: ts was kinda short so oum..😭

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“you imbeciles! useless rodents! pathetic leeches! all this rank just for you to not find a stupid little flower!?” muzan slammed both his fists on the wooden table, only for it to creak and crack, as other demons jolted in fear except for douma and kokushibo.

douma dared to look at muzan, and his head was immediately cut off. fury filled muzan’s crimson eyes, for years and years of living, not a single demon that he created had ever seen that damned flower.

“akaza.” muzan didn’t call his name, no. it was a demand. veins became visible in muzan’s neck, through his fists, “you were the first one whom i sent to look for it, no? how come you still haven’t found it!?” and there, the wooden table broke.

daki jumped up, resulting in a glare from muzan, in which she also immediately sat down.

the atmosphere in the room was tense, the air gripped at every uppermoon’s throats, even they found gulping hard, a large lump stuck on their throats, but apparently, one demon didn’t get to notice that tension.

“look! muzmuz this looks so pretty— oh.” you immediately shrank in embarrassment, thinking muzan was the only one inside the room.

akaza unexpectedly jumped up, eyes blown fully wide, as you just tilted your head in confusion, you looked around and saw that everyone had the same expression as akaza, even your husband, muzan.

“whoops... did i really disturb you guys that bad...? sorry— i’ll leave—.” but before you can, muzan immediately spoke,

“meeting dismissed. darling, come over here.” that wasn’t a request, it was a command. as douma walked past by you, he gave you a grin which was later on wiped by akaza’s fist, whose eyes still latched on the flower.

“where did you find this...?” he immediately took the flower from your hand, immediately examining it in all angles of light in the room, making sure it was the real deal.

“oh? i was hanging out by the hill when i saw this precious little thing.” you were still confused, but muzan knows that if he explained it to you, you’ll end up being more confused.

from his cold, demanding tone, to the gentle, soft voice he had always used on you, and only you, “do not worry about it, darling. let’s just say you... solved one of my greatest problems.” muzan leaned in and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

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[akiranzee]

How about something unusual. Muzan is the reincarnation of reader's father who was killed. Reader is from the modern era. When he regains his memory he was rather freaking out on why he reincarnated in one of the anime's one of his other kids in his past life watched. It didn't made him feel better to know that he ended up reincarnating as the villain; Muzan Kibutsuji. Maybe the 12 kizuki being weird out by his behavior when he asked them to look for a girl and bring her to him alive. That being reader who is his beloved daughter. By the way his wife in his past life is a monster mainly a psychopathic maniac.

“THROUGH LIVES I WILL CARRY YOU WITH WARMTH”

pairings: father!muzan x daughter!y/n

a/n: sorry this took so long, and this was kinda rushed🙏🙏 I ALSO THINK I MISUNDERSTOOD SOME PARTS OF YOUR REQUEST?? I HOPE NOT.😭😭😭 (h/c) = hair color, (e/c) = eye color.

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i met someone. a sweet sweet, very sweet woman. she was the kindest. her smile radiated in a room cascaded in darkness. she was brimming with vitality. i loved her, to the point of marrying her and producing a child. our one and only sweet child.

“y/n will be her name.” my wife spoke. y/n. as it lolled out of my tongue, i found a sense of comfort, and felt warmth as i cradled little y/n in my arms. i knew she would be perfect, just like my wife.

so... why? that was the perfect family i could ever picture. what went wrong?

“who the hell was that woman you went with? huh!? did you have fun with her? after sleeping with me for many years you get bored and tired that you want youthful ones!? what about y/n!? my poor baby will have no father, all because of your infidelity!” my wife ranted on, as my consciousness continued to slip through my eyes.

“mom! it’s not like that! the woman saved me from being run over a car! papa was just thanking her!” i heard my little y/n cry and tug at my wife’s shirt.

“shut up! you insolent brat! i have given you everything, carried you in my womb for nine months, took care and nurtured you for eight years, and this is how you repay me!? you want her? you want a new mother? go on, then! leave me, just like how your papa had already done!” shit... she’s hurting y/n, isn’t she?

i tried to stand up, after that glass hit my nape. my consciousness continues to slip away. but no, that i will not allow. God take even my wife away from me, just not my y/n. no, not my daughter.

i stood, with shaking knees, i picked up the steel pipe she had planned to kill me with. i couldn’t. i couldn’t hurt my wife the same way she did, and so i dropped it, with a resounding clang that caught both their attention.

“y/n! go! run away! far from here! papa will... look for you, later? okay? go! run to the police station!” i yelled loudly, as i saw my daughter hesitantly run away in fear, as i held my wife in my arms. i did not know what went wrong in this household. in my family, or with my wife.

maybe she was already like this from the start, i just couldn’t notice it as i admired her more than the sun, loved her more than myself, and cherished her more than she could ever think of.

and there i knew i was blinded. blinded too much, that even the stab of a kitchen knife felt nothing to me. she has stabbed me, that i know. but i didn’t want to let her go. no, i held on to her tightly. not because i still love her and didn’t hate her, but because whatever would she do to y/n if i let go?

but still, my consciousness had already slipped out of my control, as the dark had already consumed my vision, with an echoing thud. i do not have any last words, only a last wish that God gives me a chance to be a better father for y/n.

~~~~~

i wondered, is there life beyond death? i wondered, what would life be then, if i had married a different woman? that i would regret. because my precious y/n would not be born. but i wondered more, where did the pain go?

i awoke, but not from beds just like those cliché comatose patients or reincarnated characters from movies, no. i saw few people right in front of me, kneeling.

the room— no, this isn’t a room. the place was filled with infinite rooms, yellow lights radiating from each room, like an illusion as if it was a room with mirror-covered walls, or stickers that seemed way too real.

though, i did notice familiar faces, creepy ones, to be exact. first i noticed was the black hair with crimson tips tied up to a ponytail man, who... fucking has six eyes? i took a step back. another one who has pinkish hair, with remarkable blue tattoos all over his body, and another one... who is grotesquely like a genie, with eyes that are mouths, and with a mouth that is an eye, its body leading to a vase. i took a damn step back. are these even people? are these even what i could call human beings? their eyes looked up at me. with kanji written in each one of them.

uppermoon 1. uppermoon 3. uppermoon 5. and there i get it. but how? i foolishly thought for a second just like those comics my daughter read, that i was isekai’d in an unknown world because i died, and it was a chance given to me for a new life, isekai’d into her favorite violent anime, demon slayer.

i cleared my throat, in the hope that i do not sound like a wimp, or a dog that is about to piss. “dismissed.” that was what i once heard when those kanji-written eyes looked up at their one and only leader, muzan kibutsuji.

and my greatest fear did happen, all of them disappeared in a blink of an eye.

i ran, somewhere, anywhere, everywhere, until i stumbled upon a room with a mirror hanging by its wall, and i saw myself.

is it really myself? or a reflection of a demon who i perceive to be my own image? i touched, somewhere, something, all over my face, and i looked different.

my skin turned pale, crimson eyes staring back at me widely, fangs that pointed fiercely on my bottom lip, and nails that were slender, and sharper than knives.

i had become the cold-blooded demon king villain in demon slayer. yes, this was all surreal. but what other theory would i believe? that this is a dream? no, i stabbed my nail in my palm, through clenched fists, and it hurt, and dreams are supposed to make you feel numb from pain.

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i looked up and sighed. it has been a week. i recalled moments where akaza — the pink-haired guy with blue tattoos all over his entire being would be nagged by that muzan for not being able to find this so-called “blue spider lily”.

what does that thing even do? i don’t know. nor do i even care. the greatest mystery of all is how i ended up in this cruel twist of fantasy, starring as a damn villain.

there are reincarnation stories i once read, though i brushed it off thinking it wouldn’t be true, yet here i am. i might’ve died then, in my life with my wife.

...but, what about y/n? my daughter? i rushed and called all the twelve kizukis, the very demons i found out “i” created, and ordered them, “look for a little girl, a silky shine of (h/c) hair, and diamond eyes of (e/c). bring her to me, unharmed. and if i see a single mark or scratch on her, all will pay a price.” and then, i dismissed all of them.

because if i died and immediately reincarnated, that means my daughter would be here too, if my wife had killed her the very same day she had killed me.

i know i asked for another chance to be a better father to y/n, but i hope she does not exist in this world. not only would it mean that her own mother had killed her, but because this world that i had seen only in the TV screen, is far too violent and grotesque for my pure daughter to live in.

~~~~~

but my greatest nightmare came. they had found her. akaza had brought her in.

i looked very well deeply into her unconscious body, and not even a single glance — i knew that was my daughter.

“she resisted a little... i had to knock her out or else the sun would’ve reached me.” akaza scratched his nape, and flinched when i stood up, carrying y/n in my arms.

“...as long as there is not a blood, mark, nor scratch present in her entire being.” i glared at him, a silent warning i know muzan always uses.

and then, i disappeared. somewhere, away from all those demons. in a room filled with comfort, in a place far away from the rest, in a silence to cradle her.

her heart thumped, it went on the same beat as the very first moment she had come out of her mother’s womb.

i had multiple questions, though. who were y/n’s parents in this world? is it still me, or another man? did she suffer the same fate in the hands of my wife?

just then, she coughed and sat up, her crystalline (e/c) eyes widened up at me. she scooched away, “w-who’re you!?” i hated that my daughter looked at me with fear in her eyes.

“don’t... don’t fear me, okay, y/n? i won’t hurt you... i will protect you, okay? from any harm that gets in your way,” one look at her eyes, and it was the same look of fear as when my wife had chased after her. so it was the latter. “i will give you everything, that i had not given you before.” my voice below a whisper, as y/n looked at me with a tilted head, and creased eyebrows.

“no... you’re just saying that! you’re like my mom! she does nothing but complain about the damn nine months i made her suffer, wishing i were dead because no damn man would like a widowed single mother!” my daughter broke into tears. i loved my wife, but i hate her for making our daughter go through this again. no matter what her reasons were, i despise her.

“give me a chance. to be a better father. than your father.” she looked at me in pure silence, as if contemplating whether i could be trusted or not.

“my own mother cannot even love me, how much more will you, a random stranger!?” again, she wailed in tears, a sound i’ve always hated, as if saying my daughter is hurting.

“i will be more than a random stranger. i will be both a mother and a father to you. and if i ever... failed to do that, i will set you free.” indeed, i will set you free, and give you as a blessing to other couples who can take better care of you, far away from me and your mother, so you can live your life without the same fate twisting the three of us again.

“...my mother.. never told me that..” she wiped away her tears, but her sobs only became louder.

i grabbed a small white cloth, and padded it on her nose, as she blew on it, sticky sinus within the once clean white cloth. just from her expression, no one helped her blow her nose, nor dared to wipe a stray tear from her face, nor offered her a glass of water to quench down her thirst.

it was as if warmth had fully enveloped her, the moment she had accepted my deep embrace.

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[akiranzee]

── 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬.

There’s someone in this world who sees my vulnerability and weaknesses, yet still chooses to be with me so we can become each other’s source of strength.

Perhaps, living is the process of meeting someone like that. Someone you can tell that you're in pain and that things are too hard.

art by @nykur0h | dividers by @/omi-resources & @/diviniyae

[akiranzee]

Characters: Kokushibo, Akaza (separately)

Scenario: Reader is a very talented artist and one day gets the idea to draw on the torso of their demon lover. It's really simple motives, like Koi fish, a pond with some lilies, spider lilies or stuff like that. But readers draws it very well and also takes their time to create art on the body of their lover.

Please don't make anything suggestive. I'm more for a romantic/soft mood.

This went into my mind during class and I can't get rid of the idea. I mean just imagine him staring at you while you're completely focused on your brushstrokes on his abs, wanting it to look as perfect as possible.

I hope you like this request <3

🖌️ • ° ` — \\ “AN ART OF ROMANCE”

╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: kokushibo, akaza x artist!fem!y/n (separated)

╰┈➤ W/C: 0.9k+

╰┈➤ CONTAINS: fluff, nicknames, icing on body, painting on body, & kokushibo and akaza is 35 while reader is 32.

╰┈➤ A/N: HELPP this ain’t rlly the ideal fic but uh hope u like it..?😭👍 [y/i = your initial; y/nn = your nickname]

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★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO || 黒死牟:

“wow!! congratulations, y/n-san. you hit it off again!” your co-worker applauded you for your yet again wonderful piece.

“ah.. thank you, so much.” you said embarrassingly. if the you from ten years ago is right here, then surely, she would break down in tears.

“would you like to celebrate your award-winning piece? there’s a company dinner today, and i’m pretty sure everyone would want to see you!!” your co-worker giggled happily, but you could only scratch the back of your head,

“oh.. sorry. about that.. i can’t- i have to go somewhere today..” you glanced at the wall clock nearby, seeing that it’s almost already time.

perhaps your co-worker saw, “ohh, a date with your boyfriend.” she teased.

“wha- how did you know!?” you gasped quite out loud, but she just hushed and pushed you towards the exit, “because you always leave early whenever it’s the twenty-fifth!” and, she waved you off goodbye.

you sighed when you finally gathered your thoughts and walked towards evergreen gardens, a garden that’s known for it’s fresh, vivid green environment, along with a breeze that’s never so cold, and never so hot.

as you reached the entrance of the garden, you had easily spotted your boyfriend — long black-haired with a mixture of crimson tips guy that’s just awkwardly sitting there in a corner.

slowly, you walked towards him, trying to conceal the sounds of your footsteps, and, “boo!”

kokushibo flinched a little, which — obviously, made you break out in laughter.

he just glared at you and turned his back on you.

“ah.. haha! what were you thinking, hmm? so deep in thought?” you walked on the other side of the round table and placed your bag on top, finally resting your tired legs.

“ha ha. very funny.” he deadpanned.

you were still laughing, in which he wasn’t so happy about.

“...and, congratulations.” you tilted your head at what he said.

“...for your piece. it’s all over the internet.” now, this shocked you. this boyfriend of yours wasn’t so techy, barely knowing electronics and stuff, but for some reason — here he is, claiming to have seen your success on the internet!

“well... thank you. now where did you learn, hmm?”

“the site was already open when i opened your laptop.” oh, yeah, you left so early this morning that you forgot to turn off your laptop.

“oh, oops. i hope you know how to shut it down...?” you hoped he did.

“after reading the manual, yes.” you laughed again, while he was sipping from his water.

“wanna order?” he tried to divert the conversation. typical kokushibo, you thought.

“hmm.. it’s still 5PM, though..” but, your stomach growled that you thought everyone in the world had heard.

“let’s eat early so we can go home early. i... have plans.” he said those last three words like a secret, but you still heard it. clearly, even.

you smiled, “okay!”

~~~~~

the sun was already setting, the candles were lit, the breeze was becoming colder, but still not so cold.

your orders were served, with his juicy steak with a side of pasta, and yours with sushi — the best sushi in town, for the record.

“there is something in your chin.” you looked up, from your sushi you completely indulged in that you wished you could always eat forever.

“here.” kokushibo stood up and wiped the little rice on your chin, as you both grinned.

he was always a gentleman, one of his perks that made you fall for him.

“are you almost done eating?” kokushibo asked as he sat back down, you could see him wiping his mouth with a fresh, white napkin, and his empty plate that was once filled with good food.

“almost.” but it didn’t sound like ‘almost’, because of the sushi you had stock up in your mouth, which — in turn, just made kokushibo chuckle.

“have fun eating.” he inquired, leaning back on his chair, slinging his arm lazily on the armchair, while watching you.

it was vague — but he remembered when he took a trip to france due to a business meeting, he had bumped into you right at the center of the eiffel tower.

cliché, like those ones that you see in the movies. his world did not slow down, like those of the movies that they described, but his world did change.

he found out that you used to work at an art studio there, and — somehow knew when you would time out and time in, and in those times, he would walk past the studio just to see you.

it was truly as if his once monotonous life became brighter, for every mornings and afternoons that he had looked up to, you would never be absent.

even after his business meeting, he stayed — inquired for a vacation in france, until you left and realized that you were also from japan.

then, he continued his routine with you, until he had finally mustered up the courage and strike a conversation with you.

it seems, that his memory is still not so vague, after all.

“i am done.” you said, wiping your mouth clean with the soft, white napkin.

he smiled, for after he finished his reminiscence of you, you had immediately appeared in the present, the reality of his life, again.

“where do we go off to?” you asked, as you checked your bag and stood up, whilst kokushibo did the same thing, but stretched and flexed his muscles.

“home.” he said. that was only one word, but it immediately brought a smile to your face. after all, before you met, you did not call your home his home, and he did not call his home your home. but now, in that one word, you would think of going home, together.

he intertwined his fingers with yours, as you both walked down the busy street of new york.

the now glowing lights symbolized that night was coming, that sun was set, and that the air would be much cooler.

the apartment you both lived in together was not so far, just a few streets away, such that you had reached it with no problems.

as you both entered the apartment, as soon as you took off both your coats, kokushibo led you to the bedroom, with a few things added.

there were brushes, paints, water, canvas, palettes, markers, easel, and et cetera.

“i looked at the storage and found that you’ve almost run out of painting supplies. this is my gift to you.” kokushibo extended his hand, for yet another gift — a small box in his hand, while you were still stunned.

you looked down on his hand, as he opened the box to reveal tiny initials, k and (y/i). he wore the necklace to your neck, and clasped it by your nape, as if it would be there, forever.

“i’m sorry... all i got you was a new briefcase..” but kokushibo merely chuckled. “i would take whatever gift from you, y/n.” he held your hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“...isn’t this the paint i’ve always wanted, but always sold out?” your eyes sparkled as you looked at a certain paint.

“...yes. i had to bargain some dealers in order to get that.” and that was when you knew this man would be yours, forever.

you hugged him tight, “i will add another gift, shibo.” you unclasped your arms from around him, and immediately scurried away to wash the paintbrushes, and opened the multiple, endless bottle of paints.

“...what are you planning, y/n?” kokushibo raised an eyebrow as he looked at you smiling giddily, paintbrushes in your hand.

“i want to paint you, shibo.” kokushibo’s eyes widened, “you would be wasting a thousand dollar paint on me, (y/nn).” but, he still lifted his shirt up, reluctantly, revealing the solid fiber of muscles in his chest, to his abdomen, all because he knows he could not — never say no to you.

“but you are art itself, shibo.” shibo. you always called him that. but it felt different, now. it tickled him the same way you’d trace your hand over his body, as if he was your grand trophy, the same way you traced the brush over his muscles, and painted on it, the cold would make kokushibo shiver, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

it took 3 hours, atleast. but it was of a moon, and the ocean underneath it.

“why moon?” he asked, as he looked down on it, upside down.

“because... it reminds me of you, shibo. everytime i walk home without you, i do not feel alone. because i feel as though you are the moon, that is constantly following me until i open the door and step inside our home. the moon does not hurt me like how the sun does. it does not burn my skin, blind me with immaculate brightness, it does not hurt my feet when i touch the grass barefoot.”

and that was all it took for kokushibo to plant a kiss on your lips.

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“i’m home, kaza!” you heard sizzling by the kitchen, and you just know your boyfriend had cooked you a delicious meal.

“come in!” and yet he yelled from the kitchen, as you stumbled towards him, wrapping an arm around his muscular waist.

“careful, the oil is being a bastard.” but, merely, you giggled.

“wash up, you stink so bad, y/n.” but you playfully smacked his back and even raised your arms, in an attempt to let him sniff your underarm.

in which he playfully swat your arms away, and turned off the stove.

he pecked your lips, “i prepared the bath for you. go now, while i’ll still prepare dinner.”

you giggled, and hopped towards the bathroom, “okayyy.”

“hurry up or else i’ll eat without you!” he yelled, once again from the kitchen.

~~~~~

“i knew it! it’s chicken tonkatsu!” you gleefully exasperated, like a child that had been fed vegetables for consecutive days.

“eat up.” akaza was still chewing his food when he said that, and it made you laugh at how a rice fell out of his mouth.

in which he grumbled quite loudly.

“eat fast, kaza. i wanna do something.” your sheepish grin makes akaza raise one of his eyebrows, “if this is one of your tiktok dance challenge, i am not joining, girl.”

“no, i swear! the icing incident would be the last one..”

“that went viral.” not even minutes passed, but akaza had already finished his food and drank water.

“hehe.. they say you’re good looking, though.” you took a nip off of your chicken tonkatsu, “and, they said the water emphasized your muscles.”

“that does not make me feel good, y/n. if you’re attempting.” but you simply cackled, as you remembered the ‘icing incident’ in which you both danced for a tiktok video, but he accidentally squeezed the icing piping bag to his face while turning around, which caused you to help clean his face with water, that dripped down to his ripped muscles.

and, akaza still had not healed from that.

“oh.. that gives me a new idea, kaza!” but before you could glee in joy, akaza already sent you a warning glare,

“no.” and that was louder than any instruction you had heard in your entire life.

“no, trust! i’ll use the remaining icing, but no filming whatsoever!” you stood up, trying to persuade him.

“you want me to get eaten whole by ants?” he stood up with his plate, and went directly to the sink, not even bothering to look at you.

“oh, c’mon! it’s not like you’ll sleep with it! i just.. want to try drawing on you, okaaay?” you hugged him tight from behind, after also putting your plate on the sink.

“no.”

~~~~~

he says, but here he is, with two little pigtails by the side of his head, with his shirt off, as you painted on his back.

you tried painting on his abs/muscles, but it was too bumpy the koi fish in pond looked like toads on rain.

“are you finished?” he asked, grumbling, but he doesn’t hate it.

he looks at you through the mirror, face contorted with tongue stuck out in focus, nose scrunching up when a line curves slightly, smirking when you’re pleased on a certain part.

it was cute, he’s not gonna deny it.

“there! look, kaza!” you took the small mirror and reflected your work on the bigger one, your smirk growing into a grin.

“koi fish.. out of all?” he traced the intricate pattern of the white koi fish’s scales, little icing sticking to his fingers, “because it reminds me of yin and yang.” you answered, tracing the orange one, too.

“right, they’re even in the same position.” his fingers brushed against yours.

you hummed, “you’re my yang, i’m your yin.”

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[akiranzee]

Hi! Is there any chance you’d write a Muzan x wife!reader? The demon slayer corp found out about her and kidnap her to lure Muzan out. You can choose how the rest goes, whatever you want! Thank you so much if you do write it 😊

❦ • ° ` — \\ “DOING IT ALL FOR LOVE”

╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: muzan x y/n ╰┈➤ W/C: 2.3k+ ╰┈➤ CONTAINS: gore, blood, swearing, violence, death, killing, kidnapping, & muzan is 1,000 while reader is 25. ╰┈➤ A/N: this is prolly the gori-est i can last😭😭😭.

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it was not long ago that you and muzan got married, following your human customs.

specifically, it was merely two weeks. and yet, word had already gotten out, despite the marriage held in the infinity castle.

soon, it reached the prying ears of the hashiras. and then, they came up with a “brilliant” plan.

“but.. isn’t this kind of evil..? i mean — we’re doing things just as demons do!” mitsuri exclaimed, in a desperate tone, begging everyone around her to get their minds on the right track.

“there’s no choice, kanroji.. i have to agree with shinazugawa-sama over here.” shinobu agreed with what the white-haired man stated just a mere while ago.

“but it’s too-!!”

“shut up, kanroji.” sanemi immediately cut her off. “i don’t fucking care if you all act like saints, if himejima or oyakata-sama disagrees.. i’m going to make sure that fucking demon suffers the same as us. hell, his wife won’t even be able to make up for all our losses.” through clenched teeth and fist, sanemi growled.

“we’ll just go through the first plan. leave his wife alone, and just use her to kill him. that’s better.” tengen, not in his usual cheery state, had a voice of solemn, a seriousness not everyone was used to seeing.

“you all... rengoku-sama won’t like this! his wife is innocent! why can’t we just—” misturi continued, and sanemi ended.

“fuck it! why are you even here!? you think we’d live longer if we won’t act!? you wanna lose everyone ‘round here like how you lost rengoku!?” sanemi lost it. he was by far gone insane, and everyone had witnessed it. but it was an insanity that was necessary in this world.

“hey.” obanai inserted himself. “me and kanroji will stay out of this.” he said, leaving the room with mitsuri willingly following.

“are you sure we would be able to execute the plan, shinazugawa-san? just the three of us?” shinobu asked, worry and concern was not apparent in her voice, even if that was a question of one.

“we’ll tough it out. those two are acting like pussies.” sanemi bitterly spat. everyone looked at each other in silence, all of them understood the weight and risk of what they were about to do.

silence. that was the best cure.

minutes passed, and two people entered the room once again. it was mitsuri and obanai.

“i’m sorry... obanai-san helped me understand... but can we all agree with one thing?” everyone looked at mitsuri with curiosity.

“that... we don’t.. hurt his wife, no matter what?” mitsuri hesitantly said, fearing that everyone would look at her in mockery.

everyone didn’t, only sanemi did. “hah! his wife may be human, but even considering marrying a demon just makes her all the more a traitor!” sanemi violently lashed back, just wondering what goes on in your mind, that made you marry a cruel being, even more the demon king.

“b-but what if she doesn’t know...!” mitsuri’s tone was soft, despite the desperation and need to lure her comrades out of the evil mindset.

“doesn’t know!? are you kidding me!? they literally married in the infinity castle!” sanemi’s veins started popping out of his forehead, causing obanai to move a step closer in between them.

“oh.. right..” mitsuri bit her bottom lip in humiliation, wanting the earth to simply swallow her whole.

“but.. what if she was just brainwashed?” mitsuri spoke again, this time, with sureness in her voice.

“...that could be a possibility.” shinobu agreed with her, then glanced at sanemi who seemed to think the same as her.

“...whatever it is, we’ll get to ask her.” it was a conclusion, for sanemi, and everyone.

“but.. even if she tries to fight back, can we still not hurt her...?” it would not take a fool to hear the desperation in mitsuri’s voice, all she perhaps ever wanted was her friends to get back on their right minds. to her, this was not so far as what demons do.

“look, can you just plant it in that pretty little head of yours that no matter what — kindness will do you no fucking good? you’d be a fool to believe she’s a saint to start with. she married a murderer. a monster. what else is there to pity on her? go on, show kindness and i’ll watch you get taken advantage of.” sanemi sauntered menacingly towards mitsuri, “don‘t come crying if your head gets cut off or whatever.” he says at last, before leaving the room.

obanai glanced at mitsuri and gently patted her back, he wanted to be angry at sanemi, but he knew where he came from. after all, to trust in this world means you are willing to be fooled.

~~~~~

“that’s... her?” tengen asked, bewildered would be the right word, mixed along with shocked.

“she looks... normal.” and by normal, obanai means average. they looked you up and down once more, everything about you just seemed so plain that even tengen wasn’t that interested.

“normal or not, she’s something that not your average girls can compare to.” sanemi said, in a sinister tone.

“so? do we carry it out now?” obanai suggested impatiently.

“no, not... yet.” sanemi stood up and sauntered towards the busy street, eyeing you from afar.

“let’s see if that demon comes.” sanemi crossed his arms in patience, his fellow hashiras tagging along in hiding while you walked.

and, for who knows how many minutes had passed, sanemi concluded that it was time to conduct it.

“uh... hello, may i ask where the famous dango store is? i heard it’s really good!” mitsuri walked towards you, asking in a friendly smile.

“oh... it is right around the corner, near the public bathroom.” you pointed towards wherever you knew it was, but mitsuri insisted,

“oh, um.. can you please come with me? i’m really afraid to go alone... i’ve heard lots of creepy stories there.” feigning with fear, the other hashiras would commend her for an act well done.

and sure enough, that act was enough to convince you. “oh, from woman to woman, i also don’t feel safe around there. come.” you started to walk towards the location, looking back once in a while to see if mitsuri was still following you.

as you arrived, it became a secluded spot. the once lively red light district, grew unusually quiet in a certain corner you are in.

“oh, hmm.. the dango seller isn’t here... where could he be?” you mused, looking behind his stall to check, but sure enough, no one was around.

“ahh.. it’s really a shame, also the fact that they have to sell dango in this secluded area..” mitsuri feigned disappointment, all the while you looked at her with genuineness.

“shall we return?” you asked. perhaps this woman amused you.

“yes, please!” but as soon as she did, the light went out of you.

~~~~~

“well, that wasn’t so hard!” tengen whistled successfully, his hands behind his head.

“i would have thought it would need us to exert force.” shinobu said with nonchalance, her empty gaze never fazing.

“see? this is where kindness gets you.” sanemi sauntered towards your unconscious self, his sentence referring to mitsuri, who was now drowning in guilt.

soon enough, when you showed no signs of waking up, all the other hashiras left, leaving sanemi and shinobu, the ones who are so desperate for revenge.

~~~~~

a cough has been knocked out of you, followed then by a series of them.

“finally awake.” sanemi stood up, and sauntered towards you, stopping only when you were inches away.

he knelt down to your poor height, “say.. how can we enter the infinity castle?” the sudden question caught you off guard.

“look.. i don’t know how you demon slayers found out, but i will warn you. once he finds all of us, it will be the end.” you warned, but to them, it sounded like a threat.

sanemi merely chuckled, with a crazed laughter. “oh? and by the time he finds us, you’ve already faded to oblivion!” you winced at the loud voice, booming in your eardrum.

“shinazugawa-san.. perhaps it would be best if you took a fresh air. i have always suspected once your veins appear, you are about to lose control.” shinobu said calmly again, perhaps something about that voice makes him irk, but still, he obeyed.

after sanemi had left the room that’s seemingly a tent, it was now shinobu’s turn to kneel down to your crouching height.

“such pure innocence.. yet you choose to be tainted by impurity. why?” she held your chin gently, as if to gaze on your face, and stare in your eyes.

“he is a demon, yes. but he is not a monster.” you gritted your teeth.

“but do you know all of his deeds?” shinobu tilted her head to the right.

“yes,” you bit your lip, “but he also has kindness within. however would i have loved him if he was full of evil?”

shinobu was confused, but as usual, it wouldn’t be visible in her face. “then where is it? the so-called kindness?”

“he wouldn’t be called a demon if he showed them.”

“then how can you say so?”

“because i have no bruises, no wounds, no nothing.”

“...not yet.”

“there is no yet. for he has already laid his finger on me, but it would not be filled with violence, but instead of warmth and gentleness.”

“that is kindness?”

“no, that is affection. his kindness lies from deep within. he has the power to wipe down the earth, but he did not, and will not, because he only wishes for one thing. and if he has his hands on that one thing, then he will be at peace, and every deed will end.”

shinobu paused for a moment, but continued, “for every affection and kindness he had shown you, every single person dies. do you not feel pity?”

but, you merely chuckled. “you ask that of a killer’s wife.”

shinobu squinted her eyes and sighed, “such pride you put in that shameful title. i am losing patience.”

“let me go, and he will not harm anyone here.”

shinobu’s gaze darkened, “there is no one here. it is merely you and I, and that man from before. why would you have thought we would have brought a ticking danger in our homes?”

“that is a good point. but will you let me go?”

“no. we will wait for your dear husband to come. after all, you are the bait.” shinobu then, left, whooshing the curtain of the tent with a cold breeze.

and as all three of you waited, along with the other hashiras that had arrived, night finally fell, and still, no signs of muzan.

but, as soon as midnight did fall, horror started to arise. in a swift motion, tengen, who had been guarding a few meters away, was knocked out.

next, then, came for mitsuri who did not miss to scream and alert everyone, then, next was obanai, who, in turn took a hit for mitsuri, and the wind was knocked out of him.

perhaps it was not only madness and fear, but the shrill horror and terror that muzan brought was overwhelming.

he sauntered towards the very tent you were in, not missing the chance to bash sanemi’s head on a nearby tree, and grip shinobu’s neck in the air.

but, instead of fear, you felt safe as soon as you saw him enter the tent, with shinobu in tow.

but, of course, you did not feel too happy that he would be willing to commit a massacre for you.

“...muzan, let her go and untie me, please?” you pleaded in a soft voice, one that would always lull muzan.

but, he gritted his teeth and gripped shinobu’s neck much tighter. “and why should i? when they have caused you pain!?” he was angry now.

he threw shinobu to the side, and was about to untie you, until sanemi and mitsuri were quick to their feet and slashed muzan.

but, unfortunately, it was merely his back and he had easily healed in less than a second. his crimson eyes glowed in the dark. it was as if a ravenous beast was starving, and is willing to tear and eat every single thing it sees.

his long nails lunged towards mitsuri, but sanemi sliced his wrist, in which — quickly regenerated and still reached for mitsuri’s throat, but also which she luckily dodged.

then, another series of slash and slices, in which he finally used 30% of his strength, slicing sanemi’s body diagonally, that blood rushed out from him, leaving him in the ground, in pain.

mitsuri watched in horror, her fellow hashira dying all because of hunger, and this too — was the cause of her death, her inability to act and think led to her own demise, and was slashed savagely by the throat, in which he so grotesquely ravaged.

but, just when muzan thought it had been over, sanemi lunged in action again. with... a few modifications of his body.

something — something. ignited in muzan, as if seeing someone so determined, despite the low chances — it just fuels his cruel desire to break that determined soul.

seeing sanemi — the scarred white-haired man that he slashed almost in half, now with steel bars in between his body, perhaps to keep it from splitting, his skin covering the gruesome bloodshed of his own, each end of the four steel bars plunged into his skin to keep it from opening. you almost felt like puking, had you looked longer.

seeing mitsuri, a death of a hashira did not waver sanemi though, even if deep inside, he truly cared. he lunged again at muzan, only for muzan to move twice faster than him, and slashed half his face only — in which that because sanemi managed to dodge in a mere second.

had he dodged in two seconds, it would be the end. you yelled, “muzan!! don’t hurt them, please? they didn’t hurt me!!” this was the first time muzan ever killed someone in front of you, also in a brutal way you’d never think was possible.

“they were about to!!” sanemi took your small banter with muzan as an advantage, and kept lunging, along with shinobu that finally stood with a broken right leg, and continuously attacked.

but, even so that muzan was outnumbered, he still managed to lunge both of them towards the darkness of the forest, and disappeared in the night.

he finally sauntered towards you, concern glimmered in your eyes as sweat dripped from your forehead to your chin, as you panted in the cold air.

he expected fear was instilled in your eyes, but no — it was merely the same eyes that had ever looked at him since the day you first met.

your eyes never showed anger, hatred, and especially, fear.

he caressed your cheek with his now calloused hand, in which you so lovingly nuzzled against, as he untied you.

“...let us return home, my dear.” he said with pure gentleness, one that no one had ever heard of. he softly placed a kiss on your forehead as he helped you stand, and walked towards the darkness of the forest.

perhaps, kindness is what saved desperate people in madness.

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“but — muzan-” for the thirty-third time, you were cut off again.

“no buts. i am going if you are going. i am not letting you leave alone ever again, not after what happened a few weeks ago.” muzan simply crossed his arms stubbornly.

“but... i am fine, i swear. not only have i healed, but i have also put my guard up now!! really, really high.” you tried to convince him, but again, to no avail.

“you are too kind to put your guard up high. i just know the same thing would happen again, if they used different tactics. and that is why i am going with you.” you simply sighed as he started walking, leaving you standing there until you finally followed along.

your hands reached and intertwined with his, as he tightly gripped your hand, with of course, such care before continuing, “from now on, i will not lose sight of you. and no, that is not a request.”

firmly, you finally sighed in defeat and nodded.

perhaps, unkind and kind people could be together.

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[akiranzee]

Hi! Could you please do a Muzan x female!Reader..

She was dating one of the hashiras (you choose, preferably male) when she was sent on a mission to get close to Muzan and relay information. She ends up falling in love with Muzan and him her, but one night he follows her and finds out where she’s been going and sees the other dude kiss her, he’s obviously furious and starts a whole ass fight. He ends up giving her an ultimatum, she can either come live with him and be a demon or she can stay and die with the other guy, she chooses Muzan (he’s super smug, he knew she’d chose him), the other guy is begging her not to do this and that he’s brain washed her etc…

I don’t know how to end it but I really hope that makes sense, but do whatever you want with it!

Thank you so much if you do write it! If not no hard feelings 🩷

🎗️ • ° ` — \\ “WRONG TIME, WRONG PERSON?”

╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: muzan x hashira!y/n ╰┈➤ W/C: 4.5k+ ╰┈➤ CONTAINS: ONE cuss word., violence, choking, hints of killing, & muzan is 1,000 while reader is 21. (but both r 1,000+ yro in the bonus.) ╰┈➤ A/N: HELPP WTF THIS WAS SO LONG FOR A REQUESTTTT.

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november 29, xxxx.

“sanemi! happy birthday to you!” enthusiastically, you peeked your head in the wind hashira’s estate, “look! i brought some ohagis over!” as the wind hashira’s gaze could only soften and welcome you into his warm home.

in this world, it was not so often that births are celebrated. not only because of the ordinary populace’s decline in poverty, but also because of the demons who make those of “heroes” forget.

that’s why, in this smallest gesture you could ever do, sanemi loved you, even when it was hard for him to express it.

and that’s also why, three days later, sanemi disapproved of the news, and wished to instead take on your mission in your place, saying that it was too dangerous, but of course, he could do nothing as it was per oyakata-sama’s orders.

due to the help of the kamado kid last week, the hashiras and possibly the whole demon slayers have already known muzan — the demon king’s face by now.

and so, there you see him, strolling around at the red light district, with his supposedly “wife and daughter” as you have already started your mission just about two hours ago.

his red, crimson eyes say everything, and his evil aura could be felt from miles away.

sneakily, you blend in to the crowd, hoping to not lose sight of him, and thank god, you did not. you took a newspaper from a random old man’s hand, sneaking in a little “sorry” as he looked at you with a flabbergasted expression.

discreetly, you started to “read” the newspaper as you keep switching places to another, as muzan and his “family” kept sauntering away to wherever location they were going.

honestly, you didn’t know why you were the hashira chosen for this mission. both shinobu and mitsuri are far more capable, but they did say your beauty is outmatched, one that could mesmerize even the coldest of hearts. i mean — just look at sanemi, that man is as hard as rock, as cold as ice, and as angry as fire. and yet, here you were, making him go all putty in your hands, as if he was never the man he was before he met you.

after a few stops, muzan and his “wife” arrived at a readied, secluded carriage, in which he sent his wife and daughter away, leaving him still in the area.

as you slowly, discreetly, go back to the bench you were once sitting at, you continued to pretend reading the still newspaper in your hand, as he made his way to a certain building — for prostitutes.

expectedly, that’s what evil men do anyway, cheat on their wives, hurt them, without any ounce of care as muzan just held his head up high as he walked towards the building’s entrance. but surprisingly, this demon king had a lot of time in his hands as if demon slayers never existed.

and so, you waited, and waited, until he came out of the building. it was for ten minutes, which was so long for you, but so short if he ever participated in any sexual orientation.

for the past few days, you followed, and followed him around like a lost puppy, still avoiding his eerie, deadly gaze.

until, one day, that spying from afar ended, when he found out and cornered you on an empty alley.

“how pathetic. you like me, you say?” you nod your head vigorously, as you lied through your pink, plump lips, with the claim that you followed him around because you liked him, as his deep, gruff voice asked you.

“hah. do you not know that I am a married man?” he said, with pure mockery in his voice, but you could only resist rolling your eyes in response, as you know full well that he does not even love his wife, and he dares to say that with such fake pride.

“i-i’m sorry...” you could only mutter a pitiful apology, after all, this man wrapping his whole hand around your neck can just kill you before you can even blink your eye.

“why apologize-” as muzan was about to retort something, he could sense that one of his demons was nearby, and he couldn’t risk having his identity revealed to you, yet.

he let out a disappointed “tsk” as he then, disappeared out of the alley.

and from that encounter on, you learned that this mission was just as hellish as hell.

you took a short break for three to four days, currently eating at a ramen shop, when,

“we’ve met again.” again, a deep, gruff voice was behind you, its familiarity was so hard to forget, that you shivered without even seeing the source of that voice.

eagerly, a child’s voice could be heard right after the man’s voice, “daddy, i’d like my usual ramen!” curious, you finally looked behind you to see the demon king himself, standing tall and proud along with a little girl standing beside him.

“hm,” muzan hummed in agreement, “go on then, doll, order up. i’d like to catch up with my dear old friend here.” almost immediately, he was sitting in front of you, leaving no choice but to humor him and act all clueless again.

“it seems we have some unfinished business, hm?” he leaned back against the couch, with an underlying smirk threatening to appear.

he heard you gulp, “...haha.. do we..? I don’t remember, unfortunately-” and almost immediately, he ‘accidentally’ knocked out the glass full of water on the floor, making you shiver and jolt in surprise; “oh please.. I don’t like to play pretend.”

you gulped again, but this time, you had to build up pounds of courage to finally stop him from whatever imaginations and delusions he might come up with.

“yes, I do like you! b-but what of it?? ‘ts not like you’re gonna like me back or somethin’-” you immediately shut up after that, afraid to slip your ‘true’ words, trying to continue the act of a lovesick-pathetic girl.

“hmm... indeed, but there’s really something about you that I can’t quite get out of my mind.. hmm.. your beautiful features? or.. your blood, perhaps?” that last question sent chills down your spine as he tilted his head mockingly.

did he find out? did your act fail? is he gonna kill you here and now?

“daddy!” suddenly, a loud, cheery voice could be heard as the little girl from back then — who you now remember as his daughter, carrying a bowl of ramen and proceeded to sit beside her ‘dad’.

muzan simply looked at her, and back at you, still with a sinister smirk threatening to appear.

but, you wondered, even though he was a cruel, evil man, a child seems to have taken a liking to him.

maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as bad as they’ve all said, or maybe he was just manipulating the little girl-

“so? your answer to my question, please.” sarcastic. you thought, as if a demon would ever say ‘please’ out of sincerity.

wait- what question?

oh.

“i-i’m afraid there’s no answer to that question, muz- mister!” your eyes widened in horror as you accidentally slipped out a word that may have broken your stuttering-pitiful-scared facade.

“oh? is that so?” his grin widened. it was at this moment that you knew he knew everything.

“muz what?” of course, he’ll ask.

“oh, no! nothing! i was simply having a speech error haha-”

“speech error? never heard of that.” muzan immediately cut you off, despite the grin still in his face, you know you’re playing a dangerous game with the changed look in his eyes.

“daddy, why does she look scared?” again, the little girl interrupted, she’s probably saved your life two times this hour already.

“hmm... what do you think, darling? does daddy look scary?” he asked his daughter with a sweet tone, leaning in on his daughter with a hush whisper.

“no, daddy doesn’t look scary at all!” from her father, she turned her head towards you, “he’s the best daddy in the whoooooleee wide world!!” she said, emphasizing the word ‘whole’ with her hands expanding on an invisible space.

it makes you rethink. again. was this all a manipulative act, or a sincere admiration of the little one?

“hm.” muzan hums in agreement, a smug, distinct proud smile on his lips.

“lady, what’s your name? daddy barely has any friends, so i want to know you!” the innocent voice of the child despite insulting words makes you look at muzan, who was not very happy with his child’s words, side-eyeing her even, his smile completely fading.

it makes you chuckle.

~~~~~

you didn’t know what happened, but.. why are you and the demon king himself babysitting his daughter in the park?

“hehe! come, y/n! let’s play some more!” oh goodness, hearing the child’s cheery voice makes you shudder in dread, she was innocently evil for making you catch pigeons for her.

yet, unbeknownst, you had fun. it made you forget your problems, your mission, and... the fact that you were with the demon king himself. that day, he was only muzan to you, a sophisticated man. nothing more, nothing less.

sometimes, you also forget you once hated children. they were the epitome of the devil, you say; yet here you are — laughing with a child that you knew for only a few hours.

and so, the day has come to an end. as you slowly walk away, you can hear sniffles coming from little anna, muzan’s daughter’s name.

muzan didn’t try to soothe nor comfort his little girl, despite her messy attempts at wiping her tears and snot.

meters apart, you felt relief in your chest that you weren’t the only one who got attached. softly, did you smile, and slowly, did you turn and completely walk away.

yet, not even four steps ahead, the little girl ran and clung on your leg, “y/n!! don’t leave, don’t leave, i want you to stay!!” her snot only grew longer, and her face only became wetter.

you knelt down, using a piece of cloth you always bring around to wipe her snot and tears. unbeknownst, muzan watched the sight with dear. it was the first time that his daughter had easily grown attached to a grown up. after all, the little girl was taught never to talk to strangers.

“tomorrow.” suddenly, muzan spoke. “she will come back.” he continued. then, with eyes full of hope, the little girl looked up to you, “promise?” as she slowly stopped crying.

quietly, you sighed, and discreetly, you glared at muzan, having to be forced to see his face again.

but yet, how could you say no? anna stopped crying, whilst her eyes glimmered in such hope. you’d be evil to crush that light out of her eyes when you say no. so, instead, “i promise.” reluctantly, you agreed, and smiled.

~~~~~

hours, days, weeks, had passed. and the tomorrows’ seem to never end.

little anna chuckled as you both spent your time on the ground, relaxing for a moment after an exhausting race with her.

“hehe, you’re so fun to be with, y/n.” little anna’s head swayed side by side, as if lulling herself to sleep with the cold, comforting breeze of the wind.

then, her head fell forward, as you caught her and positioned her in a more comfortable position, her head against your shoulder. yet, you never fail to hear the words that escaped her mouth before she had been lulled to sleep, “i wish you were my mama..”

your eyes widened, looking down at the now asleep anna against your shoulder. muzan only chuckled, who — by the way, scared you to death as he bought some ohagis, and never announced his return.

“seems like she likes you.” he said, as he plopped down and handed you your fair share of ohagis.

“thanks for pointing out the obvious.” you chewed on a ohagi, one with the sesame and soy bean flavor, its taste somewhere along with ‘strong’ or ‘rough’, something not really your type, but sanemi’s type.

right- how is sanemi? it’s been long, way too long, actually. you never went back to the demon slayer base, nor went home to your estate.

you missed him, dearly. you’ve been way too distracted with this man in front of you, eating the same flavor of ohagi that your beloved liked.

you hated the beat of your heart that would grow faster each and every time your skin brushes against his, when he’d look at you differently than he would look at everyone else, or even when right now — when he’d hand-feed you the same ohagi he had given to you, and the same one that he had chewed on.

it made your heart flutter, and you hated every single bit of it.

the guilt of falling in love with an enemy is unbearable — it makes you want to kill yourself.

you stared at his deep, red, crimson eyes. it was the same eyes that looked at every living thing disgustingly, yet also the same eyes that looked at you with affection.

right, how did it start? it was merely little anna that you thought who grew to enjoy your company, and like you. you never noticed anything, but a few weeks before, muzan had started to place himself nearer to you, started laughing at your lame jokes, and you guys eventually started to get along in most things.

it had given you an advantage, yet the only problem was he still had his guard up high.

hell, you didn’t even know what to do, the only instruction given to you was to gather information, but even up until now, oyakata-sama never sent you a single letter.

so, you decided, it was best to see for yourself how your fellow demon slayers were doing, also your companion crow that was forced to stay behind otherwise your cover might be blown.

~~~~~

“aaackk!! y/n-san you’ve arrived!!” mitsuri says, with her voice full of joy and excitement, as she also greeted you with her very warm hug.

“o-okay m-mitsuri- hah- san-” you said breathlessly, after the many times you were shaken and jumped on by your arrival, not to mention; mitsuri’s hug could kill.

“mitsuri-san, please allow her to breathe in some air.” shinobu, with her ever so smiling face, calmly told mitsuri.

“oh! oops! sorry, i’m just soo excited!!” instead of hugging you again, mitsuri rejoiced in clapping her hands.

you felt relieved, everyone seemed to be okay here, and you felt happy, everyone seemed to be still the same, celebrating your arrival in one piece.

after catching up your breath, you looked around, and noticed something was off.

“where’s sanemi?” you asked mitsuri, but before mitsuri could even answer, “he’s on his estate, my child.” oyakata-sama answered right behind you, giving you a jolt of shock, but also relief that he also stayed the same.

“oyakata-sama.” you bowed your head, out of respect, whilst, oyakata-sama merely chuckled and patted your head; “go forth, shinazugawa has been down too lately, you see — your absence had made him more aggressive, even I cannot control such temperament.” even if you heard the disappointment in oyakata-sama’s voice, he still remained calm, and reserved with a smile on his face.

“yeah! he even punched tanjiro-kun on the face when tanjiro-kun only asked where you were!!” mitsuri said, feigning sadness in her voice.

“he has visited the butterfly estate quite too often, with multiple injuries.” shinobu sighed and shook her head, but her smile was still remaining on her face.

you seriously have to go visit him now, until tengen added; “yeah! i don’t know if he’s become a brute old man, or a snarly beast at this point — he’s gone waaaay too far when he shoulder-bumped me! so not flamboyant!” tengen said exasperatedly, and you could only respond in a chuckle as you walked out.

oh, you wonder, how will he look like as a brute old man?

but more importantly — how will he look at you? will he still look at you with eyes that say “i love you”, or will it be brute aggression, just like the others described?

you hated how you hesitantly knocked on the door. you hated why you were so nervous, when you’ve spent most of your time with him.

weeks apart can’t possibly make you awkward with each other, right?

maybe. as you knocked softly, you can hear a grunting, deep voice within; “go away!”

you flinched. you have yet to be on sanemi’s bad side, this was the first.

you swallowed down the enveloping fear, though. this was not the time, you missed him. too much.

you knocked again, but this time, followed by your soft voice; “sanemi, it’s me.” a soft whisper, alluring to an ear, quick steps and thuds could be heard from within the estate, and the next thing you know; the door burst wide open — revealing a groggy, haggard sanemi.

his eye bags were as deep as the ocean, as black as the void, his lips were cracked as glass, his bed hair messy as a wolf’s uncared coat.

his eyes were wide open, as wide as the door he just burst open.

you never know. weeks apart, why do you still look the same, maybe even better than before, but why he — look worse than before?

immediately, his arms clasped around your body, but somehow, you didn’t feel the same way as you did before.

you felt nothing. the expectation of your heart rising, and the excitement of feeling his heat against yours, turned to disappointment.

instead, you hesitated. you didn’t know why, but you reluctantly hugged him back, seeming as to not share the same enthusiasm with him.

sanemi couldn’t wonder enough though, he was more than happy with your arrival. he could care less about such trivial things.

he pulled away, and patted his palm on all parts of your body, trying to comprehend if this is real, that you are real.

he looked in your eyes then. he had a spark, but you couldn’t share it. no, you didn’t feel the same way as you did before, it felt as if... you couldn’t get yourself to love him anymore.

weeks apart, and things already turned out this way.

weeks apart, and you are already ruined.

his eyes held the shiniest reflection of the moonlight, yet you couldn’t admire it better than you admired a certain crimson-eyed that reflected the sun a mere while ago.

it felt weird, honestly. you thought sanemi could be the one, yet you were wrong. very wrong.

suddenly, his lips latched on to yours. you felt disgusted, as if this wasn’t the same man you shared your meals with, spent most of your time with, and battled against all the problems life had presented you with. yet, it was still not right. you didn’t hold the same affection as he did, not anymore.

suddenly, the bush that had been quiet, had grown loud, followed with a snarl that immediately lunged at sanemi.

once his lips were unlatched from yours, you felt a wave of... relief? no, you didn’t know. but you were sure it felt comfortable once his lips left yours.

but, enough of that. the shadow that leaped from the darkness of the bush tackled sanemi to the ground, a groan released from the white-haired man as his back had hit the ground.

your eyes widened — seeing the very crimson-eyed one that you had admired just a while ago under the heat of the sun.

it didn’t look at you with affection, not anymore. and somehow, it saddens you.

his eyes were full of fierce and rage, and... yet a hint of... betrayal? hah. you wonder why.

upon eye contact with him, sanemi immediately took this chance and pushed muzan off with such strength, immediately grabbing his katana from his waist.

it didn’t matter if he was the third strongest hashira though. he was still up against the demon king himself, that he doesn’t even know of.

you looked at muzan with pleading eyes, but his back was turned against you. yet, muzan could feel that you wanted to spare sanemi, and that angers him more.

once again, muzan leaped towards sanemi, and even if sanemi did manage to slice his arm off, it still regenerated in less than a millisecond, causing him to be pounced towards the wall, with a blow to his neck.

muzan had now wrapped his fingers around sanemi’s neck, holding the white-haired man three inches from the ground, against the almost broken cemented wall.

a gasp escaped your lips, it happened so fast, out of reality. this is what the demon king is, a hundred times more powerful than his companions, than his creations.

you could only look at sanemi’s face turning almost purple, and trying to save him would only mean you wished for death.

“y/n... i’ll give you a choice. come, and be a demon, or stay... with this weakling and rot together?” the last two words did he emphasize, along with sending you a glare.

it scared you, sending shivers down to your spine, even.

quiver left your lips as you chose reluctantly, “please.. l-let him go..” yet, it was not the choice of a heart, but the choice of a pity.

unbeknowstly, muzan let go of sanemi, causing him to drop to the ground, a thud following right after.

muzan sauntered towards you, and that was then, when you realized you were chained to him from all eternity, the moment he had laid his eyes on you, and the moment that his hand clasped yours.

“let us go.” even if you did not say anything, muzan knew you chose him, when you asked to let sanemi go. after all, you only asked for the benefit and pity of the other, but not for the everlasting paradise of his. which meant, to muzan and you, you chose him.

but, before muzan could even take you away,

“y/n! stop!” sanemi tried to push the fight still within him, but as soon as he tried to stand, it all fell back down, including himself.

“fuck!- y/n! he’s brainwashing you!” yeah, maybe, he is. but does that even matter anymore? all the days you’ve spent together with this man had proved you enough that you were not brainwashed, that this was all by your will.

muzan smirked. you showed no signs of hesitation, and so, he continued dragging you away, away from that miserable excuse of a man.

as you were dragged away, each of your memories with sanemi taunted you. he was the very man you swore to be with your whole life, and to protect using your whole life, was now crawling in urgency to save you from the devil, but yet, you let yourself get dragged away by the devil himself.

even if you no longer had feelings for him, a pang could you feel in your heart, that you had stooped so low and betrayed the so-called love of your life just weeks passed.

the dragging continued, until you could no longer see sanemi, and could only hope for the best.

~~~~~

the next morning, you woke up in an unfamiliar bed. it was of a soft, bouncy mattress, that even if you wanted to wake up, you’ll be lulled to sleep again.

then, the first thing you saw was the wall — an eerie color of red, one that reminded you of that crimson-eyed man so much. red roses decorated on the table, and on your right was a lamp, and on your left was a glass of water.

you chugged it down, the lump and dry of your throat was now satiated.

next, you stood up, and saw a mirror across the room. you walked over to it, and found yourself in a pretty, white nightgown.

next, the door slowly creaked open, revealing the very man you chose — muzan.

“ah, if it isn’t a beauty lingering in my room i see.” muzan teased and leaned against the doorframe, all the while little anna appeared right behind him, with swollen, puffy eyes.

she rushed up to you with open arms, all the while you accepted her whole-heartedly, asking her what had happened, whilst patting and rubbing her back.

“mom- mommy’s gone!!” sniffles, then come the loudest sobbing, as you suspiciously looked at muzan who had no look of little care nor sympathy.

“and that’s exactly why y/n here will treat you out.” his smirk widened, causing you to glare at him — knowing full well that he’s the main reason of this child’s despair.

but yet, you have no choice. “wait for me outside, okay? i’ll change first.” you wiped little anna’s tears away, and stood up.

you have no choice, because this will be how you’ll live from now on. and you don’t even hate it. not even a single bit.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“kyahahaha! mama can’t catch me, mama can’t catch me!” the little child giggled, as you sighed and took off your blindfold, wondering how she makes up these cruel games, and wondering how she makes you play these games.

“oh, no, i’ve fallen. i’m resting now.” you said exasperatedly, and so fake, that the child didn’t believe you and decided to sit on the couch with you too.

it’s tiresome, being a mother of two girls, but, they have become your only source of living, same goes with your husband.

ever since muzan took you under his shelter, he treated you like you were truly his wife, and turned you into a demon, same went for little anna, who successfully turned into one despite the very low chances.

and now, you look around the living room of your home, as you sit comfortably on the couch.

the walls of your home were fairly white, some parts in beige, but you didn’t miss the detail of the lighting of the chandelier, one so bright and grand simply hanging on top of you.

you wonder, if you truly deserved this luxury, for over a thousand years of living, that you’ve reached this modernized world, that most of your friends probably died of old age.

you couldn’t stop thinking about it, when the door bell rang, and as soon as the very people entered, your heart beat in joy, and your eyes sparkled under the same chandelier.

you walked up and greeted anna, who was now fairly an inch taller than you.

then next, came muzan walking in, with who knows what his smirk was about now.

even the little child you were playing with earlier simply stated; “daddy, why do you look like that?”

as if offended, muzan just stared down at the little one as all of you laughed happily.

you and your girls love teasing the only man in the family, after all.

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★ 001: Wishing for You — Alhaitham x gn!Y/n (fluff)

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★ 001: The Man Inside the Beast — Bakugo Katsuki x f!Y/n (comfort)

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(beware: long list ahead)

ONESHOTS:

★ 001: Hate to Love You — Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!Hashira!Y/n (hurt -> fluff)

★ 002: Marriage in Paper — Tengen Uzui x f!Y/n (hurt -> fluff/comfort)

★ 003: I Can't Save Us, My Atlantis — Giyuu Tomioka x f!Y/n (angst)

★ 004: Your Scent — M!Dom!Y/n x Sub!Giyuu Tomioka (smut)

★ 005: My Butterfly — gn!Hashira!Y/n x Shinobu Kocho (angst)

★ 006: There’ll Come a Time — Muichiro Tokito x f!Y/n (angst -> fluff)

★ 007: That Funny Feeling — Muichiro Tokito x f!Hashira!Y/n (fluff)

★ 008: Through Thick and Thin — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!Y/n (angst)

★ 009: It’s What You Deserve — Bestfriend!Muzan Kibutsuji x f!Y/n (smut)

★ 010: Change of Feelings — Akaza x f!Uppermoon 4!Y/n (fluff)

★ 011: Liquor and Sins — Muzan Kibutsuji x Gn!Drunk!Hashira!Y/n (suggestive)

★ 012: Scars — Akaza, Kokushibo, Muzan Kibutsuji x Gn!Racecar driver!Y/n (suggestive, hurt -> comfort)

★ 013: Love? Is This? — Akaza x f!Demon Slayer!Y/n (angst, dark)

★ 014: Dear Old Friend — Giyuu Tomioka x gn!Merchant!Y/n (angst -> comfort -> fluff)

★ 015: A Better Option — Akaza x f!Uppermoon 2!Y/n (fluff)

★ 016: I’ll Kiss You Mwa! — Enmu, Douma x Milf!Y/n (fluff)

★ 017: Excite Me — Muzan Kibutsuji x Demon Wife!Y/n (fluff)

★ 018: Stay By Me — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!Demon!Y/n (fluff)

★ 019: Wrong Time, Wrong Person? — Muzan Kibutsuji x f!Hashira!Y/n (fluff)

★ 020: Doing it All for Love — Muzan Kibutsuji x Wife!Y/n (fluff)

★ 021: An Art of Romance — Kokushibo, Akaza x f!Artist!Y/n (fluff)

★ 022: Through Lives I Will Carry You with Warmth — Father!Muzan Kibutsuji x Daughter!Y/n (angst -> fluff)

.⋆𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ⋆.

★ 023: Unexpected Surprise — Muzan Kibutsuji x Wife!Demon!Y/n (fluff)

★ 024: When Two Worlds Collide — Muzan Kibutsuji x F!Y/n (angst/comfort)

HEADCANONS:

★ 0001: Muzan w/ a soft s/o!!

★ 0002: Lovesick husband muzan w/ wife s/o!!

★ 0003: Muzan w/ elegant s/o!!

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★ 001: Angel in Disguise — Mammon x f!MC (fluff/comfort)

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★ • ° ` — “I want to see you. I want to see your face, your eyes, your smile. I want to hear you. I want to hear your voice, your laughter, your footsteps. I want to touch you. I want to touch your face, your cheeks, your lips. I want to hold you. I want to hold your hands, your hair, your body. I want to know you. I want to know your favorites, your hobbies, your habits, your type, your ideals, and everything about you. I think I have fallen.”

a/n: currently on a fever streak.. IT KEEPS COMING BACK😭😭. so like. 0 progress.

izuku midoriya, aether, caelus, marin kitagawa, ganyu, shoto todoroki, chikara ennoshita, daichi sawamura, yuji itadori, luis serra, heizou shikanoin, navia.

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★ 001: Under the Blue Moonlight — Gojo Satoru x f!Y/n (fluff)

★ 002: Drunk-dazed — Gojo Satoru x f!Y/n (smut)

★ 003: Heaven Help a Fool Who Falls in Love — Gojo Satoru x f!Jujutsu Sorcerer!Y/n (angst/slowburn -> fluff)

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★ • ° ` — “I’d put a ring on that finger of yours if you’d let me.”

a/n: IM HALFWAY THROUGH THE REQ FIC!?!?!?!?!??!!??!!?!

cyno, childe, gojo satoru, yae miko, kaminari denki, dazai osamu, kaveh, toji fushiguro, belphegor, beelzebub, bakugo katsuki, kafka, daisuke kambe.

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★ • ° ` — “A home with you is a home I’ll always come home to.”

a/n: HELPP THIS WEEK WAS SUCH A HECTIC WEEK I MADE ABSOLUTELY 0 PROGRESS ON THE REQUEST FIC LMAOOO. take this again guys

tanjiro kamado, yuta okkotsu, izuku midoriya, koshi sugawara, kiyoomi sakusa, zhongli, venti, kaedehara kazuha, nanami kento, thoma, aamon paxley.

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★ • ° ` — “Him. The only one you could ever think of. It was bizarre, he turned you this way. It’s his fault. You were going crazy. You could never forget how much your heart thumped as both your eyes would meet each passing minute, you could never forget how sweet your name sounded when it rolled down his tongue, as if he had given you a new name, you could never forget how his smile and laughter would almost melt and light up your whole world. All you ever wanted to do was have the courage to come up and hug him, and kiss him a thousand times a day.”

a/n: i’m currently doing a request for now, and i think it’s a long one idrkkk but u guys take this lil drabble first to know i’m still alive LMRAO

gojo satoru, geto suguru, mammon, callisto regulus, heizou shikanoin, ayato kamisato, neuvillette, aventurine, kaveh, yuji itadori, izuku midoriya, atsushi nakajima, dazai osamu.

[akiranzee]

Hiiiii^^

Do you stilo take request? If yes can I please request Muzan with a newly turned s/o? She just got turned into a demon and is still weak but slowly discovers her Blood Demon Art and makes hin proud

👫 • ° ` — \\ “STAY BY ME”

╰┈➤ PAIRINGS: muzan x demon!y/n ╰┈➤ W/C: 0.5k+ ╰┈➤ CONTAINS: fluff, & muzan is 1,000 while reader is 23. ╰┈➤ A/N: HELPP THIS HAD SO MANY TIMESKIPS SRY😭😭 i was actually braindead for this one

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“y/n, you’re training again?” muzan appears right behind you, sauntering towards you as you exhaled exhaustedly, not bothering to look back at him.

for a demon, you were as weak as a human, hell — maybe even some ordinary humans are stronger than you.

“what did i say about training so late?” muzan’s voice was strict of warning, but it was far from threatening. he grabbed your wrist and tugged you back inside your shared house, but you stubbornly tried to pull away.

“i... i have to get stronger, muzan.” you stammer, “i was so weak that i almost died, but... you saved me and gave me this second chance, and i’m not gonna waste it.”

muzan can only sigh of the determination within your eyes, but he too, was a stubborn man himself. and so, he carried you on his shoulder in one swift motion, and despite your attempts to squirm and wiggle away, his grip on your waist and thighs never wavered.

a soft squeak could be heard as he gently dropped you to the bed, “sleep.” he demanded, and left the bedroom.

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months had passed, and you still hadn’t discovered what your blood demon art is, you’re starting to think you don’t even have one.

no matter how many trees you’ve destroyed, no matter how much flesh you ate, no matter how much blood you drank, you were still as fragile as a human.

you wanted to give up, despite your driving force of being helpful to your beloved muzan, you were just a hopeless case of a demon.

months passed once again, and still, your blood demon art had no signs of showing. you thought to the point if it was because your training sessions were so quick, barely above three hours before muzan picks you up and drops you to bed.

so, you decided, that after he does that, you sneak out to the window, making sure to go further into the forest so he wouldn’t hear a single sound of your struggles, cluelessly unknowing about muzan’s ability to still be able to see you.

as you reached the forest, slowly, you closed your eyes and steadied your breathing, as you urged yourself forward and brought all your energy to your fist, which landed heavily on the tree right in front of you.

yet, still, nothing had changed.

thump, thud, thwack. hours had passed, maybe an hour left before the sun had risen. sweat and tears were dripping from your face, frustratedly punching the tree at random.

as a lone tear dripped down from your face, and as a loud yell emerged from your throat, suddenly, a light yellowish light had appeared from your fists, then, the tree had fallen to the ground, in a burnt color and smell.

panting, a soft, sophisticated clapping could be heard from behind you. immediately, you turned around and saw muzan sauntering towards you, “very well, i congratulate you for disobeying me once again, y/n.” the fake, friendly smile had been lost in his handsome face as he said your name, now looking at you with disappointment and dread.

a single sweat had dropped to the side of your temple, and in that swift, single second, did he finally carry you off the ground and on his shoulders.

despite his unfriendly demeanor, it wouldn’t take a genius to see the pride in his smile.

★ • ° ` — BONUS:

“and what did i say again?” a deep voice emerged from the depths of the forest again, but this didn’t scare you as this was a usual occurrence every now and then.

“hehe...” you turned towards the darkness, and slowly then did your beloved emerged from there.

swiftly, for almost a hundredth time, did he pick you off the ground and carried you on his shoulders again.

“muzaaaaaann i almost got it!” you squirmed around, but both of you knew you didn’t want him to let go of you.

“congrats.” he said in pure sarcasm, in a monotone voice with no interest.

as you reached your bedroom once again, muzan tied both your hands together;

“this time for sure, you can’t escape me.”

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