#yandere douma x reader

[yandere-romanticaa]

I'm not sure if it's okay, but can I request a second part for this precious Douma post you fed us with please ?

If you don't do second part to your post, no problem, anything for him will calm my hunger 🥲

Here it is, the heavily requested part 2 of this piece. Hope you enjoy it!

Barely a week has passed ever since the horrific encounter with Lord Douma.

You recalled someone saying that the stench of death is permanent, that it is something you can never forget once you get a whiff of it.

The smell of rot and decay haunted you both day and night. Sleep became a scarce luxury as you would lay awake in the dead of night, wondering just what other poor soul was Lord Douma going to devour next. It all clicked once you put two and two together, of course he was a demon. His strange reactions, twisted attitude and carefree smiles were nothing but a mask to cover up his true, carnivorous nature. Douma clearly had a preference for women for his meals as you noticed that most of the people who ran amok were women.

Were you next?

Despite him not turning around and even outright saying that he wasn't going to do anything, you simply did not trust him. Why should you? He was a demon, a very clever one at that, clearly. He managed to trick hundreds of people into blindly following him and submitting to his every single little whim. All he needed to do was just say the word and the entire community would execute you without a question - Lord Douma's word was absolute.

You didn't even want to think about the other much more grizzly possibility if he wanted a more hands on approach.

Due to the encounter that you had unfortunately witnessed, your work had started to hinder. You became sloppy and shaky, you couldn't even perform the most basics of tasks. Someone else was always forced to step in for you and others voiced their concern for you.

"Why aren't you with Lord Douma? You always pour his afternoon tea!"

"I thought Lord Douma wanted you close by for the ceremony?"

Many similar statements would ring in your ears on a daily basis that it made you want to bang your head against a wall a pull out every single little strand of hair. Just how blind and stupid were there people?! There was no way that you were the only one who knew what was really going on behind closed doors. To make your living nightmare even worse than it really was, on one fine and sunny morning one little boy came up to you. With a cheerful smile on his face he said:

"Lord Douma wishes to speak with you! Please meet him in his chambers as soon as possible!"

Each step that you took felt more and more agonizing then it should have been. You felt like someone had placed a giant pile of rocks on your chest and chained them there. What were you to do, oh God, what were you supposed to do? Do you play dumb or should you come clean? If you told him the truth he might appreciate your honesty and let you off the hook -

...That was nothing but wishful thinking. There was no point in trying to make sense of a demon.

You arrive to his chambers, the doors closed shut. With a heavy heart you knock and a cheerful "Come in!~" is heard from the other side.

You don't dare look at Lord Douma directly in the eye. You lower your head in fear but do your best to make it look like a sign of respect. He sits on his makeshift throne, chin resting on one hand as the other urges you forward to sit in front of him. With your knees sinking to the ground you feel him reaching out towards you, his fingers were playing with stray strands of your hair.

You still did not raise your gaze.

"(y/n) dear, I haven't seen you in so long! I missed my favorite disciple so much! Why are you ignoring me?!"

Who would have thought that this whiney brat in front of you was a man eating demon? He sounded like a little boy, like he hadn't seen his favorite toy in a long time, which was partially true in a way. You grit your teeth and try thinking of something proper to say but Douma beats you to it.

"Do not ignore me."

Icy chills take over your entire being. Since... Since when did Lord Douma sound like that? You clenched the fabric your kimono, knuckles turning white due to the pressure. Suddenly, a sharp thug forced you to look upward and were met with a rainbow gaze.

"You aren't ignoring me, right, (y/n)?"

You can do nothing but gently shake your head. With his gaze glued to you it was impossible to breathe let alone speak. Feeling the pressure behind your skull lighten your shoulders slump forward as Lord Douma brings you closer and locks you in his embrace.

He knows.

He knows that you saw him. Why else would he summon you like this? Feeling helpless you could do nothing but wrap your arms around the cult leader, returning his hug in full.

Ignorance really was bliss.

You finally understood the beauty of it.

[married-to-google-translater]

Hello!! I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write headcanons for yandere douma with a 12 year old daughter that looks almost identical to him, and how would upper moons 3, 1, and muzan react? (Doumas a single dad btw)

If not have a wonderful day!

Yandere Doma (platonic)

Since you look like him, the cult would definitely worship you too.

You've never seen your mother.

Your mother went.. to the milk shop when you were little.

Douma would try to be a good parent to you.

You make him feel emotions.

And this would really be important to him.

Douma would make it clear that your father really loves you.

He would do anything for you.

However, you are now 12 years old.

So the age of pre-teens is fast approaching.

You're not your daddy's little girl anymore.

YOU are trying to create your own personality and opinion.

Oh how Douma doesn't like this at all.

He really doesn't want you to grow up.

And he really doesn't know how to react.

Akaza gets to act as his therapist…

Whether Akaza wants to or not.

Muza would hate Douma even more during this time.

Douma would complain about your behavior much more.

He doesn't understand why you don't obey him anymore.

In addition, you ask a lot of troubling questions.

Mostly about your mother.

You'll also want to go out at sunrise.

You will certainly cause Douma gray hairs.

[febuary30thday]

Love

Yan! Uppermoons! + Muzan with an affectionate reader!

(Reader who likes giving hugs, kisses, and PDA, stuff like that)

(I'm sorry, but pookie always comes first 😫)

He is eating it up like it's his last meal

He may not be affectionate, but he likes it when you are

He's a major hypocrite

If he's not affectionate and then you take it as him not liking affection and stop, he'll hate it

He will demand an answer and when you explain it to him, he is not understanding

He will yell at you if needed (When he doesn't have your devotion)

He thinks that your affection is a sign of your devotion, and he needs your devotion

He only lets Kokushibo near you

His love language to you is gift-giving and words of affirmation

He'll buy you flowers, praise you, and rope you in

He knows exactly how to rope you in

He gives you punishments, even if you haven't done anything wrong, to test you

He needs you completely devoted to him and your attention only on him

If your attention is on something else, he will emotionally manipulate you, and make you dependent on him and only him

Don't try to resist

He turns you into a demon, so that he can read your thoughts and control you for his own needs

If you listen and stay affectionate, you live happily ish.

If you don't listen..... you don't want to know what happens

"Just stay devoted and love only me, darling, if you do, I'll provide you with the best life you could ever have."

With a man as stoic as him, you'd think he would like affection, right?

Wrong.

It makes him feel weak, and it feels like he's getting soft

The minute he feels weak, is the minute he thinks about Yoriichi, and trust me, that doesn't end well

That's what he thought about affection

Until you won his heart, and became the obsession of his life

The reason he lives, breathes, and becomes more powerful, is because of you

He is a lot more forceful in what he wants, and he is very straightforward about his intentions

He isn't good at emotional manipulation, but he is very good at intimidation, and, what are you going to do?

He loves your affection, and he is very affectionate as well, when he wants to be

He will stop you from whatever you're doing if he wants to kiss you, or cuddle you

DON'T try to stop him

He likes leaving his sword at his feet when he cuddles you, keeping his eye on it, and also showing you how vulnerable he is to you

He knows you love him, but he needs constant reassurance, believe it or not, he's very insecure

He will never admit this

Stay by his side, and he will treat you right

He also does turn you into a demon, because he can't stand the thought of being without you

"I'm completely vulnerable with you right now. I'm showing you my devotion, and I expect you to show me your devotion as well."

He loves it

It's his excuse to always cling to you

He is also affectionate as well, so you two go hand-in-hand

He makes his followers worship you as well, proclaiming that you are a deity, and they listen

He turns you into a demon pretty early when he realizes he wants you

He always keeps you on his lap

He is also very cheeky with his intentions, so sometimes he makes you wear the clothes of his followers

He uses it as an excuse to defile you

He spoils you like crazy

He is soft and gentle with his touches, believing you to be fragile

He treats you like porcelain (Not in the bedroom)

He teases you and is also very flirty

He does love you and will cuddle and coddle you always

As long as you are with him for eternity, he will love you

If he sees any of his male followers looking at you wrongly, he kills them off, despite having no intention to eat them

He makes you dependent on him as well, but also allows you some freedom, he isn't completely restrictive

Believe it or not, Akaza feels pity for you

Douma talks about you every chance he gets, he is very brave and open

Everyone's tired of it

"I love you, snowflake! You should stay with me for eternity! I promise to love you!"

He likes it, but is pretty mellow with his affection

He is very romantic, and also very possessive

He does say you are weak, but he only says that because he wants you to stay with him

He constantly says how he can protect you

He is afraid of losing you, so he appreciates the little things you do as well

Turning you into a demon was his choice, but he does feel a little bad

He hates leaving you alone so he completes his missions quickly

He takes you out, only when he's with you

He does like hugging and kissing you, but doesn't smother you like Douma does

He just likes showing you he loves you

He's trying, give him some time

He's kind of bad at the whole 'being in love thing' but he knows how to express love

He doesn't punish you as often, if at all, he hates doing that

He doesn't use underhand tactics to make you dependent on him, he kind of just does it on accident

He needs you to live, breathe and survive

He does love seeing you happy and would do anything for you

"Please don't leave me. I can't live without you."

[reine-uls]

More Cold Affections drawings~ 😃

Midterms are done~ So I’ll be able to continue writing chapter 35 😄

[rainbowsillz]

𖤐 A MODERN READER THAT CAN'T TALK IN JAPANESE 𖤐

Warnings: Yandere behaviors, manipulation, possessiveness.

Note: I'd perish on my own accord if they send me here I swear. An experiment for a first post in kny fandom (･x･)/.

Featuring: Douma X Gender Neutral Reader.

i. gracious founder.

Summary: Many would be more than willing to have a chance of a life you were living. Not you, it was a nightmare..

The moon was overcast by darkness overhead.

[ DOUMA - 童磨 ]

“Truly a poor thing you are... why don't you come back with me? It's dangerous wandering out there at night.”

Obviously, you have to accept whatever he voiced at you (he was inquiring if you'd like to go with him).

And so you were at his abode...

You kept saying "Hello." Or "Goodbye." Which came off as quite baffling for him. Like you can't speak normally.

The demon was a bit too stunned to comment at first.

"Can you understand me?" He prompted you.

Then it made sense for him! You were a foreigner, weren't you? This had him watching you with a broad grin.

Now, now.. He can't have you being like that here. As someone once said. Education matters, does it not?

So — he'll be instructing you on learning the basics of the fundamentals. You looked sharp, this should be a cakewalk.

(Your ADHD self would throw hands at him if you could.)

Hmmm, he doesn't really can tell about how you got isekai'd into the universe of Kimetsu No Yaiba however. Luckily.

You'll take this secret to the grave with you.

Although he was drawn to you because of 'something.'

"Maybe it's fate!" He chirped like a puppy with you.

He enjoyed feeding you treats like you were his pet. Oh, it'd be a waste, right? So you better keep eating that.

You only were able to do easy phrases but he seemed delighted enough. You dreaded the day you'd end up in his belly because.. you weren't even a slayer to begin with.

He could break your neck if he wanted to.

His favoritism didn't help in the slightest. Other people weren't on friendly terms with you. You were miserable.

As the time flew by, the season changed.

Your Japanese was average to comprehend his message now. You hated to admit this... he wasn't an awful mentor....

You missed your home.

A firm arm draped around your shoulders, the humming gave away whose it was. It was Douma, no doubt about it.

You suspected it was a setup. He did it on 'purpose.'

It intrigued him when your breathing hitched at his arrival.

You backed yourself away and you asked a question.

"Why would I isolate you? Is my little fox mad?" He pouted.

His rows of teeth were unlike human's ones.

Was he supposed to be a cult leader? How repulsive.

"I loathe you." You spat in your second language.

His smile was faltering at your words, there was a shift in his expression as he snapped his hand fan close after that.

"I wonder what you stated about me." His tone was a jab.

He patted your head like you were nothing in his eyes. There was venom underneath and in his sentence. A disapproval.

This confirmed it, he was a sick bastard ಠ_ಠ.

Earning an ire from everyone was the last thing you needed.

Despite that he had no clue on your mother tongue.

It was also unbeknownst to you—

...Since The Upper Rank Two was fluent in English.

[yandere-kokeshi]

— How dare you?

Pairing: Yandere Douma x GN reader

Summary: While Douma is busy with other things, he has assigned a follower of his to watch you. But, what if they dislike you?

Warnings: Yandere behavior, details of decapitation, and a dead body, abuse towards reader (not by douma), threats.

The room was uncomfortable. It was quiet, odd… different from when Douma was here. 

You were used to his loud and teasing voice, physical touches that were too tight, and his playful tricks that always warmed your heart. But this quietness was…. A difference. 

“Nyaa~!! You’re so cute!” Douma expressed while pinching your cheeks — his grin showing off his very pointy teeth and reflecting eyes. You hummed in response, gently pushing off his pointy claws before rubbing your cheeks. “That hurts, Douma.” 

“I couldn’t help myself! You’re just so adorable,” He stated in excitement, his black crown tilting to the side with his head as his hand rested on his cheek, looking at you with his rainbow eyes. 

Your body and face were hurting, bruises forming from how mad and irritated the so-called ‘follower’ had hit you. When leaving, Douma had summoned a follower — a trusted woman who promised to adore and watch over you as he went out. 

But as the hours went on, the more irritated she was; looking at you with such hatred and jealousy. While you did try to make conversation with her, she never replied or did blunt ones; an occasional hum or a ‘yeah’ thrown your way. 

While she was quiet and ignoring you, she had left a few minutes ago to retrieve food for you. Which you were grateful for as you were hungry. 

It felt like hours — days even since Douma was gone. You wanted him here, gently caressing your skin as he kissed your forehead.

His sweet lotus and warm sun to an amber fragrance that always helps you calm down. 

“Your hair is so dirty, Douma-san,” You say loudly while helping with Douma’s hair, brushing the knotted blood and leaves stuck in his hair.

He hummed in response, leaning more into you as he let your mind run — either letting you know he listened to what you said, or simply agreeing with your statement. Who knows?

But, the minute he saw you looking at him in the vanity mirror, watching you smile to yourself while brushing his hair. It made him feel somewhat special — a feeling he’s never felt before. 

“You’re so mean!! Pet me, darling!” He states with a smile, his rainbowed eyes shining in the orange lamps nearby as he pulls your waist close to his face, which makes his teeth nip at your torso. 

A tear ran down your face, which you quickly wiped. Wondering how long you’ve been locked in this small, crowded room. You do miss him, don’t you? 

Suddenly, the shoji slammed open, causing you to flinch and let out a pity yelp. 

“Why are you still on the ground? You’re haori will get dirty.” The follower snickered.

She walked in and placed a food tray onto the small-lowered table, consisting of miso soup, soba, some side tangerines, and a rice bowl, along with a steaming cup of green tea. 

It looked somewhat appetizing.

“Eat up, this is all yur’ getting.” She stated while turning her back towards you, walking to the mirror to fix up her hair.

But as you continue staring at her, she makes direct eye contact with you in the mirror. 

Gulping, you looked away and averted your gaze to the floor, unsure of what to do. This is very awkward.

You heard a sigh coming from her, “Really? What a waste of food. Y’know, people would die for that kind of stuff.” She scoffed, almost unbelievable at you ‘wasting the food’. 

It’s not that you weren’t hungry — you very were. It’s just… you were intimidated by the woman.  

Hesitantly looking at the dish, you reached over and grabbed the tea, smelling the cup.

It was steaming — you felt it on your nose and cheeks, grazing against it. You were hesitant to drink it, it smelled off. 

“Stop worrying so much, it’s like I didn’t poison it!” The woman stated, pushing the drink more down your throat, forcing it to pass your sealed lips and into your mouth.

It burned. 

You couldn’t breathe. The taste violated your throat, burning and crawling at the insides as it went down.

It sunk into your tongue, choking and corking it.

You spat out the hot water, ruining your outfit and staining the floors. 

“Hey! Watch it!” She screamed.

“What is wrong with you!” She yelled at you again, getting up while brushing her dress that was drenched in hot tea. “You ruined it! Look at it, you imbecile!” 

“I’m sorry!” You apologized, coughing at the burning taste as your eyes water. “I– am, let me help!” Grabbing tissues nearby, you reached over to start dabbing at her clothing before she pushed you away.

Hitting the ground, you let out a small ‘ouch’ before yelling out in pain as the woman kneeled and grabbed your hair, yanking it back with a fist full of your hair. 

Struggling against her grip, you tried to scream but she slammed a hand over your mouth. 

“I’ll kill you right here and now!” She screamed at you, looking at you with her face turning cherry-red. “I don’t see why Douma-san likes you! You’re worthless, idiotic, and a piece of garbage that deserves to be burnt!”  

You stopped struggling. Tears soon form in your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You grasped her hands as they tightened against your scalp. 

“Please let me go, it was an accident!” You requested against her rough palms.

At this point, she went crazy. Her other fist balled up, making its way toward you with such speed that you didn’t even feel the wind graze against your skin. You expected — almost felt the punch. 

But, the hit never reached you. Instead, you were greeted with her entire arm being held in a tight grip by Douma’s hold. The sounds of the woman's failed gasps could be seen and heard.

“How dare you.”

Douma’s rage was indefinite. His eyes highlighted sharply in the lamps, and his veins and stoic face showed so violently as his fan was raised to his face, closing with the golden marks shining. 

“How could you say something so cruel, Kimiko?” He asked, his head tilting. His eyes were completely emotionless — a different look from how he looked at you. 

Her face dropped. A look of fear rose instead of anger. Immediately, she started stuttering, words failing to come out in a complete sense. “Do–uma! I’m so sorry, p-please forgive me!” 

But, her words were drowned out by the sounds of her bone cracking, her agonized screams shot through the room as she tried pulling away from his tight hold. But to no avail, he kept holding and tightening his shift to make sure she hurt. 

He continued crushing her arm, his face staying the same as she continued screaming.

Screams that were begging, pleading — horrifying sounds that were telling him to ‘let go!’ and ‘I won’t do it again!’. 

Finally, after what felt like an entirety, he let go. But continued staring at her with his emotionless eyes.

Stumbling upward onto your knees, you reached over and pulled his shirt; slightly catching his attention as you saw his hand twitch.

However, he ignored you.

Within a second, he raised his hand with his fan and blood splattered throughout the walls and floor. Her head was separated from her body, disappearing and exploding in confetti amongst the walls in deep red.

It happened so fast that you didn’t get the time to blink.  

“What else did she do?” He asked bluntly.

Turning towards you with an angered face — his veins popping out, his engraved number growing in size, and fangs barring with a slight hiss.

Although they immediately shrinked the minute he sees your stressed-out face. 

He reached down for you, in which you were swept into his big arms and carried to the bed. As Douma plopped you down onto the soft mattress, tears started forming in your eyes again, falling from the event that took place.  

The tears were wiped away with sharp fingers. As you reopen your eyes, you connect with bright ones.

Sitting down in front of you, Douma gently grabbed your face, turning it to the side to examine the forming bruise. 

“What else did she do while I was gone, hm?” He asked, but sounded more like a demand by the tone of his voice.

His playful tone came back, watching you as you reflexively pull at the damped haori.

He looked at the haori and saw what you were doing, which he grabbed it, and peeled it off from you.

“I’ll call the maids to clean this–” He smiled and hinted at the scene behind him, “–and get you some new clothes.” 

Suddenly, he grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips. He licked your finger, and you winced at the slight sting; not noticing you had gotten a cut. 

He giggled, laughing at your reaction. His hands slid behind your back and pushed you closer to his chest, making you lean on him. Taking a deep breath, you were assured of safety with his presence.

Feeling his slow heartbeat, it was calming — something you needed.

His chin lays on top of your head, his grip tightening as his other hand traveled to the back of your head, slightly massaging your sore spot.

“Nobody touches you without my permission.” 

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[tinandabin]

Hello! I'm not sure if that's the right place to request, this website is hard, but okay. Can I request some headcanons of yan Douma x willing reader? Like, the reader hates themselves so much that it's nearly impossible for them to believe that anyone will ever love them, so they accept any (and I mean A N Y) kind of love and/or affection, and that's why they're absolutely fine with his antics. Thanks in advance.

douma is probably over the moon, over the sun, over the whole galaxy.

Trigger warnings: yandere behaviour, mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, self-hate and many more.

Douma was so shocked, like, are you for real?

Or are you just joking with him? Like, he had kidnapped you 5 minutes ago and you haven't even said ONE MEAN THING TO HIM?

Well, whatever, all he wants is your love and affection and if he is going to get it without any force then count him lucky.

He adores you so much!! And this is probably going to be all fluff and cute stuff if you don't count the yandere.

And the day you willingly agree to like, just be with him, is the day when he starts the preparations for the wedding.

He's 100%, cut that, 200% going to give you his full attention.

But of course, he is still sceptical because humans love their freedom, and you are giving yours up so easily, so he is still on his guard in case you do try to escape.

And if Douma did find out that you have yourself and the fear of no one loving you is what got you to accept his love, then I would say he would use it against you.

Of course, he won't make you feel even more shitty about yourself, no, rather he would try to get you to see how amazing, beautiful, elegant, sweet, cute, and kind you are! Because really, he wants you to love yourself.

But if he were to see you ever escape, then my God you bet he is going to use all your weaknesses against you. There's probably a good chance of Stockholm Syndrome here.

MASTERLIST

[faesdreaming]

Can I please request headcanons for platonic Yandere Douma for a human child

Yandere Platonic Douma

a/n: I’m so sorry about the delay in my posting, I had some family stuff to take care of, but thank you all for supporting me and the content I have out!

tw: yandere themes, implied abandonment/neglect, cult themes, reader is kinda insulted by Douma, but not really, implied murder, cannibalism, Douma is his own warning tbh, reader tries to pull a Kotoha

•You met Douma on a cold winter night with a harsh storm blowing through the air. The Upper Kizuki had been out, hunting for a meal. That’s when he happened upon the body of a young child, seemingly frozen to death. Oh, how pitiful! The child had to die in such cruel and uncaring manner. Douma would have left if you didn’t make a sudden motion. Swiftly, Douma turned his gaze towards you. You were still alive? That peaked his interest. Such strength in such a puny little thing. How amusing!

•Even though Douma can’t feel true emotions, he can express small things such as admiration. And admire you he does- you’re such a tenacious little thing. You’d grow to become quite useful if given the proper care. Perhaps he could turn you into a demon to serve his master. If you were this strong as a young human, you’d be even stronger as a demon. Maybe even becoming an Upper Moon like himself!

•Douma then took you to his cult where he ordered the cult members to look after you. You remained in a coma for a few days, and then you finally woke up. Confused and scared, you started to panic. Where were you? What were you doing here? And more importantly— who were you? You began to thrash around at the cult members who were assigned to take care of you. Hearing the commotion, Douma went to the room you were kept. The moment he stepped in the room you fell still. Even though you were young, you could feel the intimidating presence behind his smiling face.

•Douma walked over to you and greeted you with false sweetness. You shrunk into yourself, avoiding his gaze. Douma noticing your shyness, found it adorable. Who wouldn’t though? You were so tiny, hiding in the soft sleep kimono you were wearing. Douma decided then and there to keep you by his side. Kind of like Kotoha’s situation, except he wanted to turn you into a demon. Plus, he’s always been fond of children, so this isn’t that unusual. Douma began to quiz you, unsurely, you answered his questions which allowed him to discover your amnesia. That was convenient, you were a blank slate. Someone who he could mold however he wanted.

•Thus, your life at the cult started. The cult members were instructed to treat you well, and they did. Your new life— not that you could remember your old one- was pleasant. All your needs were met, you’d never go hungry or thirsty, you were comfortable. But life there was also strange. You had ‘lessons’ in which you were taught about your apparent saviour, Douma. You were told that he was your life, your entire being belonged to him, and you must obey him. You didn’t really like those lessons, but you did enjoy one thing. Your training in the art of tessenjustu, overseen by a skilled member of the cult. Within, two months time, you grew accustomed to your routine, excelling in both your studies and training. Douma became intrigued with your fast improvement and decided to oversee your training himself.

•That day you’d woken up like normal, eaten breakfast, attended your morning lessons, eaten lunch, and attended your afternoon lessons. And then finally, you would go to your tessenjustu training. However, your excitement faded when you saw him, Lord Douma himself, standing in place of your usual teacher. Swiftly, you fell into a bow. His overly-false friendly attitude still unnerved you. Despite this, you maintained a cool face and behaved politely. The question of his purpose for being here danced on your tongue, but you withheld it. As if he sensed your inquiry, Douma explained that he would be training you as of now. Your eyes widened slightly in shock, then you quickly returned your face to its neutral expression. Douma noted your shock, allowing an uncertain silence to wash over you until he ordered you to attack him. You froze in surprise, he surely couldn’t expect to to attack him! Oh but he did, he then ‘asked’ you to demonstrate your abilities. Although, you both knew it wasn’t actually a request so much as it was a demand. You took a deep breath and got into the proper stance. Then, you launched your attack. You couldn’t penetrate his defence but you were quite good for a novice. Your moves were quickly, with some precision. Just not a lot of strength behind them. The session ended when you were doubled over, panting, trying to regain your energy. Douma was unharmed, the unnerving smile remained painted on his face. Normally, people would have felt ashamed or embarrassed, but you didn’t. Instead, you thanked him for the lesson and left. Your reaction interested Douma, who would train with you every five to eight days when he had time.

•Douma and your training sessions not only raised your skill level, but formed a bond between you two as student and teacher. You began to respect him, not worship him like other humans, or dismiss him as an annoyance like other demons, you simply respected him. The bond began to deepen and Douma found himself training you more often as his admiration for you turned into affection. Then, his affection turned into love. He realized that he loved you after your latest training session finished, you thanked him as usual and went on your way. Douma had decided to turn you into a demon a long time ago, but he didn’t want you to become a servant to his master, Douma realized. He wanted to turn you into a demon so that you would remain by his side forever. He felt elated at this revelation, he could feel emotions, all of which were spurned by you. His heart beat for you, he couldn’t let you go, not now.

•Yet it seems like your utopia was not destined to last long, as you noticed some cult members you were close too were disappearing. Which was totally not Douma killing them out of jealousy. You grew concerned and uneasy, and you decided to discuss the disappearances with Douma. However, the sight that greeted you halted all your thoughts. It was Douma, your teacher, your saviour, the man you saw as a father, eating a woman. You froze, stunned by his actions and questions formed quickly. He was a cannibal? How could he lie to you? Was he going to eat you too? You didn’t want to stick around long enough to find out. Douma then noticed your presence, but before he could do anything, you took off, running as fast as you could.

Huffing, you ran as quickly as your legs would carry you through the woods near the Paradise Faith Cult. Your lungs felt like they would burst, and every part of your body ached from pain and coldness. You couldn’t remember how long you’d been running for, almost an hour if you had to guess. But no matter how much your body hurt, you couldn’t rest. Not when he was chasing you. But your body told a different story.

You felt numb, for you’d been running barefoot in a sleep kimono through the snow-filled woods. The wind was harsh and howled as blew. A flurry of snowflakes whipped around, aiding in blocking your vision along with the dark of the night. Puffs of steam left your parted lips as you panted. You previously wanted to hit yourself for putting yourself in this situation, but this was probably a better punishment.

Honestly, how could be so stupid? You’d always been slightly off-put by Douma, but you let your suspicions go as you cultivated a relationship with him. Your lip quivered and you realized you were about to cry. You bit your lip to prevent from breaking into full-on sobs, but couldn’t stop the few tears that welled up. The tears froze as they fell, adding to the cruel cold that overwhelmed you. Still, you pushed yourself to keep going. You weren’t going to die here. Douma himself had said it, you were a survivor. So, no matter what, you wouldn’t die. You’d get out of this alive, you swore to yourself. The trees further up were more open, you noted, squinting to try and get a closer look. A clearing, you thought excitedly, a way out of here!

You sped up, aided by your new-found adrenaline. As you bounded up the snow, something about the clearing seemed off. But you couldn’t turn back now, not when you’d made it this far. Setting your suspicions aside, you focused on getting to the clearing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reached the opening. Your eyes widened in surprise when you realized what was at the end of it— a cliff! You skidded to stop and stared down to the bottom of it. Gulping, you turned you looked down below. Beneath the cliff was a rushing river. You clenched your teeth, unsure of what to do.

“My, my, (Y/N), you’ve gone quite far, haven’t you?”

You gulped in fear and slowly turned to face him, to face Douma. A rush of emotions flooded through you, ranging from horror to anger. Horrified because this monster had caught up to you, angry because he had betrayed you, sad because you loved him, and guilt because you could’ve saved yourself and others if you just payed attention and listened to your gut. There were so many things you could’ve done, should’ve done in that moment. Alas, you remained still as a deer in headlights.

Douma smiled that unnerving smile of his, but he couldn’t hide the anger in his eyes. “Come along now (Y/N), it’s time to return home.”

You shook your head slightly, then you took a small step back. The edge of the cliff crumbled, alarming both you and Douma. In that moment, Douma felt both fear and anger surging through him. He was angry at you for leaving him. But he was also angry at himself for being careless, he should’ve turned you into a demon sooner. And honestly, you’d be better off for it. Look at the state of you, pale and shivering from the cold. You looked sickly and would surely fall ill. Still, Douma was mostly fearful of losing the only thing he’s ever loved, the one person who made him feel.

“It’s alright (Y/N). You’re forgiven, I won’t hurt you,” cooed Douma, attempting to coax you from cliff. His efforts only caused you to back up further.

Suddenly, the edge cliff crumbled more and the chunk you had stepped onto broke off. You shrieked as you fell backwards. Douma rushed to catch you, panic in his voice as he shouted your name. And then you blacked out, the cold and tiredness having caught up with you. Douma managed to grasp your wrist in time and hoisted you up. He possessively held you to his chest, carrying you bridal style. Your body was almost as cold as his, Douma noted frowning with concern. Yet there was sense of relief that washed over him. You were back in his arms, and he would never let you go again.

[o3o-aya]

Sneaky sneak part 9????

>:3

Giyuu was extremely worried for you… You were in the middle of giving birth and he was terrified that you would die. Though, his stoic face didn’t show it…

By now, your son was 3 years old. He was sitting by Giyuu, kicking his feet back and forth.

Hiroshi looked up and gripped Giyuu’s haori, he tilted his head at him. “Learn… I learn sword!” He cried out, Giyuu staring at him wide eyed.

He wanted to learn what?! He wasn’t sure… He’d have to ask you for your permission…

He patted the boy’s head. “We’ll ask your mother…” he said softly.

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You had finally given birth… Smiling as you held your beautiful twins.

You were so happy, you could leave Douma behind… You could have a happy life with your children and your husband.

You didn’t know that happiness wouldn’t last long… You didn’t know it would be snatched from you in an instant…

You didn’t know…

But here you were, happy, surrounded by your family and friends. Rejoicing over the birth of your twins.

~~~~~~

You hummed softly as you folded the laundry, you forgot to bring it in.

You looked up at the night sky as you smiled before turning to walk in, your eyes widening as someone grabbed you.

You slowly turned your head, red eyes meeting your own as you gasped, struggling to be free.

The red eyed stranger gripped you as he narrowed his eyes. “Your boy… Where is he…?” He asked, his silky voice next to your ear.

You let out panicked breaths as you teared up. “I… I… I don’t…”

Muzan simply rolled his eyes. “What kind of mother are you…? No matter… You and Douma can make me a new one…” he said, before taking you.

[yandere-romanticaa]

A month has passed since a strange cult took you within its ranks. It wasn't necessarily by choice but it was something you needed to do in order to survive. Your entire village had been destroyed in a sudden onslaught of ferocious demons, massacring all of your friends and family.

You were left with nothing.

For days you had roamed the mountains and with a heavy heart had accepted the fact that you were going to die, be it from starvation, dehydration or some stray demon devouring you from head to toe.

Lord Douma had other things in store for you.

He was a strange one, the man who rescued you. He was oddly easy to amuse and absolutely everything you did was incredibly entertaining to him. One of his favorite past times were when he would simply stare at you as you talk about your life and perform everyday, mundane duties. At first you thought nothing of it - he saved your life, the least you could do was indulge him just a little bit.

Red flags started to show up soon though - the way he would move and carry himself, it simply was not natural. Whenever there was a meal, Douma would not even look at the food or even have a sip of water. You chalked it up to him having his own private meals and decided to think nothing of it.

You had managed to settle within a comfortable routine which just so happened to often cross paths with the great Lord himself. He seemed to greatly enjoy your presence and would have you with him from the moment the sun had risen until wee hours in the morning.

How was he never tired?

Suspicion slowly turned to fear as you noticed that some members of the cult were missing. No one knew what came of them or where they were last seen, as if some foul creature had spirited them away.

You brought up your concerns with Lord Douma but he just called you silly and told you not to worry about it. "Nothing bad will happen to you!" he'd say reassuringly but his words gave you shallow comfort.

Douma, for whatever reason, was also quite fond of physical touch and you were his favorite when it came to that. He was absolutely shameless and would explore your body however he saw fit. Amongst those odd trysts, you noticed that a powerful metallic smell would cling onto him and would never go away no matter how hard you washed his clothing.

No amount of praying could prepare you for the horror you'd encounter on one moonless evening.

You had woken up due to a strange noise and, against your better judgment, decided to investigate. With nothing but a single candle in your hand and a long but thin nightshirt covering your body, you ventures downwards the dark and creepy hallways. It felt as though the shadows themselves were out to get you because you'd flinch at every single sound no matter how miniscule. The closer you got to Lord Douma's chambers the stranger the noises got - giggling, slurping and crunching could be heard as a horrible stench filled the air, a smell so vile that it made you want to throw up your dinner. You'd often ask him what he liked to eat but naturally, Douma would just dodge your question or say something really silly. "It's easier if I eat alone!" he'd say as he caressed your hair. With each step you took the stench became stronger and stronger and Douma's words continued to ring inside your head like bells.

"You see, I'm a bit of a night owl! It's also not smart to come to my chambers without knocking first!~"

You should have listened to him and his thinly disguised warning.

Through the tiniest of cracks you saw Douma on the floor, covered in fresh blood. A wicked grin danced across his lips as he toyed with the severed limbs with the mauled corpse of a young woman, her eyes stricken with fear even in death.

It took you every ounce and willpower to not scream bloody murder.

With the way he was treating the corpse you'd think that Lord Douma was but a child with a precious toy. His light tone and playful gestures sent chills down your spine as you covered your mouth with your hand, a desperate attempt to conceal any potential noises that may escape you. You watched him for a few moments as you let it all sink in, not even realizing just how much your entire being trembled with fear. Just before you could make a break for it you heard Douma speak.

"I know you're there, watching me. I don't know who you are but I can smell you!"

Crap.

Dropping the candle to the floor you could do nothing but freeze as Douma continued to speak, total indifference lacing his voice.

"I would leave, if I were you. I am in a good mood tonight and shall play stupid so I won't turn around to see your face! Now, be a good little disciple and go back to bed!"

Squeaking like a helpless puppy, you ran away with your tail behind your legs, not realizing that Douma knew damn well that it was you. The demon could sense your presence across a giant mountain if need be and your sweet smell would invade his senses every time he would think about you. It was a shame that you saw him in such a state but he really did not want to kill you. He was content with playing dumb and hoped that it would be the same case for you as well.

As long as you kept your lips sealed, everything was going to be alright.

Part 2 here!

[married-to-google-translater]

Helloo there! May I ask for some hcs about yandere Douma with a foreigner!fem!human! Reader that is as tall as him, please! 🙏❤️

Yandere Douma

Douma would fall in love with you because you would stand out.

He would find you really beautiful because of it.

Douma would also find it funny that you are as tall as him.

This would be extraordinary for that time of the world.

This would also make things a little easier.

For Douma, it would be much easier to convince his followers that you are a god if you look divine.

The fact that you are a foreigner brings him a lot of fun.

Douma would be really interested in your language and culture.

Actually, it would also be an obsession.

Douma would love for you to speak "your own language".

It wouldn't matter what you say.

Actually, that would be liberating.

You can insult him freely with no penalties.

You will surely use this gimmick often.

And Douma really doesn't understand anything.

If you were a foreigner it would be much easier to isolate you from your family.

And Douma certainly does.

Douma also eats anyone who is mean to you because of your appearance.

Isint he lovely husband?

[febuary30thday]

Flora, Fauna

Okay, but I'm imagining a demon reader, who uses chlorokinesis as her BDA. But the catch is that she seems so comforting and warm with no ill intention until it's too late.

She is the New Upper Moon Six as a replacement for Daki and Gyutaro, and very often interacts with the Uppermoons so they happen to go yandere for her.

This man is powerful, and he very often makes it known.

He's a cold, terrifying demon who cares very little about human emotions.

He's ruthless and strict, so he bottles up his heart

So, when he meets his....match? He's not letting go.

When you were first introduced as an Upper Moon, he didn't think much of it

He just acknowledged your presence and that was it

That changed when he stumbled upon you devouring an entire village of people, still looking elegant and poised

That surprised him slightly, normally all the demons all crazy when it comes to battle, and let themselves go

He is humble, and you ask him to join you in your feeding session.

With that elegant smile on your face, how can he say no?

You are quiet and he finds himself enjoying your presence more and more

You carry yourself in a very elegant way, and over time, he falls in love.

But then things get dark from there.

He doesn't want you to leave him, always accompanying you when you hunt for humans, using his position against you, and not allowing you to interact with the other Uppermoons, and his threats are not empty promises.

"Kokushibo, I need to leave, I'm going to go hunt."

"I'm coming with you."

"There is no need. I insist I can go by myself. I'm not going to die."

"That wasn't up for discussion."

Good luck with him.

(He is so daddy. I'm sorry, but he is)

Muzan isn't loving, he never has been

He believes he is the perfect being, and that you are an extension of his perfection

Anything you do, connects back to him

He can read your thoughts and read your emotions and actions very well, so he can basically read you like an open book

This man sees potential in you, so you receive much more blood from him, and are promoted to the status of an Uppermoon.

He's seen your blood demon art before, but can't find it important enough to remember what it is

All he remembers is your carnage and chaos he had stumbled upon as you killed the last human in the village

He didn't bother caring about you

Until once again, he stumbled upon your chaos, only this time, he got to observe it, firsthand

He watched as you danced calmly in the streets, your voice ringing a strangely sweet sound in his ears

As people came out of their homes and watched, listened to you, enraptured by your voice

It was annoying watching you, so he went to leave until he heard a scream

It ended just as abruptly as it began.

He wasn't mesmerized, but he did enjoy your rather fast and efficient way of killing, but then he watched in surprise as you placed a hand on the ground and a red spider lily bloomed

He calls you over.

"My Lord! Forgive me for not noticing your presence earlier."

My darling, please tell me, what it was that you just did.

"Please forgive me, My Lord! I didn't mean to..."

"Answer me."

"Do you mean when I bloomed the spider lily? Did that inconvenience you, My Lord?"

"Tell me, what other flowers can you bloom?"

"Anything I wish, My Lord! I just need to know what it looks like and then I can make it!"

"No matter how rare?"

"No matter how rare, Muzan-sama!"

"My dear, you've done well. I have one simple task for you, if you can complete it, I'll be extremely proud of you."

"Anything!"

"Can you make me a blue Spider Lily?"

"Yes! Of course Muzan-sama!"

Out of simple excitement, you made quite an abundance of them, and he scooped you up and the flowers with one hand an all-to-knowing smile on his face.

"Good job, my perfect darling."

You are never leaving his grasp again.

"I wonder when Muzan-sama is going to let me leave." You thought, a puzzled expression on your face.

There was a smirk on his face as he studied the flower, not truly believing that this was real, and that it was all a fever dream.

"You don't get to leave, my darling. Stay in here and be a good girl, and I'll reward you with more of my blood."

This man can't feel a thing, so when he meets you and his heart skips a beat, he is instantly intrigued

You catch his attention pretty quickly, with how humble and elegant you are in comparison to him.

This man is flashy and sort of gaudy

He follows you around like a lost puppy

So much so, that Kokushibo has started to get annoyed with Douma following around his beloved

Even if Douma was assigned by Muzan to make sure you didn't step foot outside the Infinity Castle, that doesn't mean he could be obnoxious about it

Douma is very affectionate, so expect plenty of hugs and cuddling and stuff

He is forceful in his affections but you'll just have to learn to accept that!

What? What do you mean you need to leave and go hunt?

Muzna assigned him to make sure you stay alive and healthy and never leave

Don't be stubborn now!

He also occasionally leaves kisses on your cheeks, arms, and hands

Just because he's obsessed doesn't mean he's possessive, right?

Wrong.

He is clinging to you like a baby and legitimately feels discouraged when you aren't around

He guilt-trips you a lot

Fake crying, begging, the like, he has even ripped out his heart to offer it to you

You can use his vulnerability to your advantage, like crying as well, pouting, sulking

He hates seeing you sad, and when you are sad, he does his best to reassure you, even if it means he has to leave to get you food to bring back

He showers you in affection and makes his followers worship you too, proclaiming you a goddess because of how beautiful he thinks you are

He buys you everything and anything

He offers up his prey to you so you can eat together, thinks of it as a date

He loves spoiling you, so just don't leave him, alright?

"You don't get to leave, snowflake! I have all sorts of things planned for us today! Behave, okay?"

[reine-uls]

Akaza and Little Fox

[teddy-yandere]

Hey is it ok for you to write an angst? If yes.. How will Yandere, Kokushibo, Douma, and muzan deal with a female s/o that suddenly disappear without a trace ( I love your writings by the way!!! Please don't stop!!!) oh if it's not ok for you to write an angst please ignore this or delete this request!!

- Vanished -

✧*ﾟ WARNING ✧*ﾟ will contain dark themes ( ANGST )

Characters = Kokushibou , Douma , Muzan

A / N = I haven’t written Douma in FOREVER - so needless to say , I was very excited when I got this request !! I have not proofread this so , Enjoy !!

«★»———- KNY Demons Masterlist

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Kokushibou

★ I have a deep feeling that Kokushibou would be very confused if his darling suddenly disappeared. He would almost be in denial because - c’mon , he is an upper moon demon. He is the second most powerful demon alive !!

★ Knowing Kokushibou , he would have made sure that you had no way of escaping him. He is the type of Yandere who would never fully trust you ( if that makes any sense ).

★ He always had that sinking feeling that one day , you might escape him .

★ It didn’t matter how many times you told him “ I love you “. He would never completely trust you .

★ From the second he walked into the empty room , he knew that you were gone.

★ But that does not stop him from turning the place upside down. Kokushibou would be screaming your name for hours - continuously searching for you. It was almost like you vanished in thin air .

★ That being said , despite Kokushibou’s cold personality, I have a feeling that he would deeply grieve your missing presence.

★ His estate feels empty without you. He did truly love you ( in his own twisted way ). He slowly fall into a downwards spiral.

★ I don’t think he would ever mentally recover from you disappearing. He will never get the closure / comfort on knowing what happened to you .

Douma

★ Douma stans are going to hate me for this post istg

★ I promise I don’t hate Douma , I am just being honest .

★ It was a cool , calm morning , and Douma softly grunted , as he tried to pull you closer to him on the bed - only their was a small problem .

★ You weren’t on the bed . Douma sat up and looked around for you with a confused look spread across his face.

★” come out darling “

★ When he realized that you actually were not hiding from him , he was pissed. His typically calm personality suddenly changed to pure anger.

★ Similarly, to Kokushibou, Douma will turn his estate upside down looking for you. He will also threaten the lower moons to go find you.

★ When he realizes that you are actually gone ( after many months of looking for you ) , he just tries to forget about you.

★ He will put your clothes , and belongings on his bed , and snuggle into them. He is very scared that he might forget you.

★ Although Douma is typically emotionless , he will let out a couple of tears.

Muzan

★ It had been a completely normal day for Muzan. It was looking forward to seeing you. Lately, it had seems like you had been distancing yourself from him.

★ Anyone that knows Muzan , knows that he absolutely hates when his darling is being “ difficult “.

★ As he was approaching your room , he was thinking about all the things he could say to make you feel more comfortable around him.

★ He wishes you would love him already. As he stood outside of your room , he started to adjust his tie to make sure he looked just as perfect as always.

★ So imagine his surprise when he opened the door and found you gone. He tried his best not freak out. He looked all around the room just to make sure that you were not hiding.

★ Once he was sure you were gone , he called a emergency upper moon meeting and basically demanded that they find you or else.

★ Let’s just say that you will not be missing for long. It doesn’t matter how you disappeared, he will find you.

★ Once Muzan does find you, let’s just say that you will be isolated from him for a while. He wants you to feel the same pain he felt when you left him.

★ He hopes that you learned a lesson and will never try to escape him again or else there will be extreme consequences for your actions.

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Are you writing the part 3 of douma x male reader?

I didn't realize this story was such a hot commodity

I've gotten quite a few asks about this story in particular

and my motivation is reignited

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

First Part, Last Part

You were frozen in the presence of this…man. You weren’t breathing, you couldn’t look up from the floor. There was something otherworldly about Douma’s master. Whatever put you off about Douma was amplified by thousands by this creature who came to meet your sister. 

“This is my new interest,” You felt the possessive hold of the cult-leader trailing his hand along your body before pushing your head into his shoulder. A silent reminder to do nothing and be silent. 

“Hmm. The child.”

In an instant your sister was no longer in your arms and even the crippling fear didn’t stop you from trying to take her from the pale man who was now holding your Himari. Keyword: trying. The unmoving hold on your entire body brought you back to reality; as you slowly stopped trying to launch at this man in black. All you could do was stand completely hopeless with the man you loved(?) and a man you feared holding the only person you cared about.

“I’ve been wanting to meet you.” Her voice was groggy as it was when she woke up. 

“So I’ve been told. What makes you think I’ll give you the time of day?”

“I’m sure you know what it's like to search for answers and turn up blanks.”

The man with magenta eyes narrowed his eyes and you began to shiver. You were sure that if your sister didn’t choose her next words carefully she’d be killed. 

“What have you been told?”

“Nothing but those who linger tend to gossip.”

The man cocked his head back in a look of total shock, holding your sister closer. You wanted to intervene, you were itching to say something but you knew if his gaze was directed towards you it’d be over. You watched Himari lean forward to whisper something past the raven locks of the man. After whatever she said the distant hold he had on her became more familiar, supporting her bottom with his forearm as she sat up. Completely opposite to the arm length hold he had on her before. 

“Douma keep your interest…alive for now.” 

The man turned to leave and you couldn’t stand to be quiet any longer. Not when it seemed that you were once again having Himari stolen from you. 

“Himari!” 

The man’s side glare rivaled the worried one Himari had as she peeked over his shoulder. She struggled to speak, trying to climb higher than where she was being held to say something. But the most you got was barely an utterance of your name before she disappeared with Douma’s supposed master. 

“(Y/–” 

“Himari!!” 

You were allowed once again to move only to lunge for air. On a swivel you tried to see some human way that he could have escaped with a child in his hands but you found none. Finally with the silence more prevalent than ever everything came crashing down on you.

“Wh-what is going on!!!??? Where’s H-himari?! Where’s he taking her?! What are you-UGH?!”

You felt unbelievably powerless. Absolutely nothing in the face of beings you wouldn't understand. Why did it have to be her? Your baby. The one you devoted the better part of your whole life to. You had so much to teach. To the blind eye she was knowledgable but you knew at her center she was still the unsocialized child that held tight to you in the night.She was still the child you knew cried when your parents forgot her birthday. She was still the child that looked nervously when innocent children attempted to befriend her. She was still a child who underestimated the forces she played with. She was still a child that let curiosity guide very dangerous decisions. She was still a baby who needed you.  You wanted to blame her because she was a baby who did stupid things but you couldn’t do that. Not when you sat complacent as she dealt with the man who very well could be your parent’s killer. As you were making out with an honest-to-goodness mass murderer when you should have been running away. As you,  her guardian sat still with fear as she was whisked away by someone with intentions you had no way of gauging. 

“Are you feeling sad?”

“...sad?...You think I’m sad?YOU THINK ALL I AM IS SAD!?! YOU IDIOT I’M MORE THAN SAD!! I’M LIVID–” 

(Y/n) went off, screaming in this hut in the middle of nowhere occasionally decorated by the splotches of blood from those followers. Douma was relishing in this flood of–what must be emotion. You went on and on all while crying. You pulled at his robe trying to shake the demon as you continued to cry out, utterly distraught. 

It was kind of cute.

So he let you scream your little human heart out until you finally collapsed at his feet completely exhausted. 

“How interesting…”

You obeyed him when he was sure you wouldn’t and that made him feel something. He couldn’t tell anyone what it was but he liked it. It felt like love to Douma. So Douma relished in it and he wouldn’t let this go. Without effort he scooped your unconscious body before beginning the journey back to his sanctuary. Along the way he whispered to you, rubbing your living skin against his own.

“I can’t wait to feel even more with you, (Y/n).”

[kyuu-9]

Doma x reader

Part 1 / Part 2

This is my first story it will be about 14 parts slow-ish updates

Masterlist

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Delusions and Dames

Delusion is all I have, a mind broken by fear- When all is wrong you latch on to the one thing you think is right, and you depend depend depend. Until you can't stray away.

-Prologue

Too tired to get up, hungry and hurting. It has been an hour since he was in the room with you. Back then you would have tried to get up but not anymore. All you wanted to do was sit there, and that's what you did. If you were lucky he would leave you alone for the rest of the night, but has luck ever been on your side? If it was, you would never have married this horrible man. You would be happy, healthy. Safe. But you weren't, you married that horrible man, you were hungry, hurting. Far from safe. If only you had started on dinner a few hours earlier. You wouldn't be in this situation. Your husband wouldn't have laid a finger on you today. "Dinner should've been ready when I got home!" he screamed at you. Those were the words he yelled before he hit you. All you wanted was a savor. A person to get you out of this mess, someone to help you and that person would come soon, you could feel it or was it just a delusion?

You let your eyes rest knowing that if you don't sleep now you won't be able to sleep at all. You were awake for most of the night, on edge from the fear of him coming back into the room. You think about how you met him as you drift off to sleep, how you got yourself into this mess. You were walking through town, looking at all of the stands. You were out buying some fabric to make an outfit for your mother. She was a sick woman and her birthday was coming up, you wanted to make something special for her birthday. Fearing that it could be the last you celebrate with her. Your father wasn't a good man either, better than your husband though. Anyone could be better than your husband. As you were walking you bumped into someone. Falling to your butt you instantly panicked. "I'm so sorry I was just thinking about something and didn't see you in front of me-!" You rambled on to the person that you bumped into. "Oh no , I'm sorry." you heard a melodic yet gruff voice say over yours. As you look up you see a man standing over you, he offers you a hand and you take it. Mistake. Helping you up, you could feel his hands, they were large but soft. As he let go it broke you out of your small trance, "I'm so-" *CRACK* A loud sound woke you from your melancholy dream. You look around frantically, breath heavy. It was almost morning, you could see the sun starting to come up from the horizon. Knowing that you would have to prepare breakfast before he woke up, you started to make your way to the kitchen of the house, pondering what you would make. Walking into the kitchen you look around finding something to cook. You would need to go to the market today to get more things. You cook up something quickly not knowing when your husband would be awake plating the food you grab a bit for yourself and you quickly eat the small portion you got. Waiting at the side of the room for the husband you hear footsteps from a hallway.

The man walks in and looks around, "At least you made breakfast." He sneered at you. You bow your head, showing that you were sorry for your mistake. "It will never happen again, I promise sir." You try to say without stuttering out of a bit of fear. "Good." The response was cold, a blow to your composure. You flinch a bit, ashamed. When he finished eating he got up and started for the door. "I have work now, dinner better be done the moment I step through that door y/n." His voice was a snarl, you wanted to cry but you held on. He stepped out of the house and you let out a breath. Oh how you wanted it to all stop, it has to. As much as you wanted to sit there, you got up and got ready to go out.

Walking out the door, a cold chill hits you. You hug your coat closer to you, trying to keep yourself warm. You walk down the snowy path to town. Admiring the white of the forest, breathing in the crisp morning air. It was peaceful, and you liked it. "The walk should be around thirty minutes," whispering to yourself. Houses pass your field of vision every few minutes, the wind was blowing a bit harder now. Snuggling into your coat, you march on. "Ah-!" Tripping down the path you let go of your coat for a second to regain your balance. Then a gust of wind blows particularly hard. The wind carried your coat off of your shoulders and into the woods, "No.." Without the jacket you were getting a lot colder, you had to catch it. Walking off of the path you trudge through the snow. As you go deeper into the woods, the trees start to obstruct more sunlight. It just got darker and colder. You look for another minute or so before you spot your coat on a tree branch, you quickly run up to the trunk of the tree looking up. "Oh.. oh no that's too high up." You jump up and try to reach it but to no avail, you were just too short. Grumbling to yourself you keep trying, until you feel something press against your back, or someone. You pull your hand down and make yourself smaller. "Need help with that?" The person reaches up and grabs your coat, gently placing it around your shoulders. The stranger grabs both sides of your waist and turns you around. Now that you could look at this person, you couldn't help but stare at him. He was tall, a lot taller than you. His hair was long and a really light blond, almost white. You could see he had a nice build through the tight shirt he was wearing, he had a black overcoat that reached close to the ground, and his eyes. His eyes were gorgeous. Entrancing, they were colorful, like a rainbow. "Thank you." You murmured to the man in front of you. "No Problem," he pulls you into him, "what is a lady like you doing out here in the woods?" His voice, oh his voice was perfect to you. How you could listen to it forever. "I lost my coat." Muttering out. "It's cold, where are you headed?" His smile was charming, answering back, "I was going to town, I will be on my way now.." Voice a bit more confident now. "Thank you... again." "Of course, I'll walk you back to the path." With a hand on your back he walks with you to the path you previously strayed from. "Don't stray again, you don't know what dangers could be in the woods~" he said looking into your eyes, his smile wide. His voice playful. "I do have to go now," He grabbed your chin in his hands. "Ah-" Your eyes widened. His smile only growing. "Can I get your name?" Getting shy you look away from his eyes. "Doma.." Ohh~ you loved his voice. "Doma" The names rolled off your tongue. He got closer to your face, "perfect." He lets go of you, turning around. As he walked away, back into the woods you couldn't help but stare. He was captivating, charming. Turning away yourself you continue down your path. You did lose some time, it would be best if you hurry you could not risk being late for dinner again. You pick up your pace. "Doma..." You kept thinking about him. Hoping you could see him again, you continue on your walk. Your spirits were definitely better. You smile to yourself. "Doma" you say again you keep walking until you make it to town. You would have to be quick, you couldn't risk another beating.

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