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I need more Miles Fairchild x reader.

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Unpopular opinion/rant:

I just dislike Bakugo. He’s a bully, and a douche. I don’t get why people simp for him and ship him with the victim of his bullying. If you do, no hate, but I just can’t stand bakugo. I hope he gets knocked down several pegs. He’s an asshole. I know a lot of people like him, but I just can’t get over the fact that he told deku to kill himself and literally burned him. As someone who was severely bullied, I just hate bakugo. He reminds me too much of the people who tormented me to the point I still have mental scars today. Also it infuriates me that the school is fine with bakugo’s bullshit but midoriya pushes himself too hard and is threatened with expulsion.

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Blue Moon

Thank you @sinreader for allowing me to write the idea you created

Summary: you had been taken by Douma when you were young, having only dreams of those devastating beautiful eyes. Promising you only the best for when you grow. But now you’ve grown and blossomed into the beautiful flower he knew you would, things aren’t the same anymore. Not with the two yandere hashira pinning at you.

Blood spilled that day. More than the floor ever seen before, the pristine color unknown to anyone who would passed by. Only bathed in the bright red, scattered body parts and organs spread around like decorations.

He panted, but felt no exhaustion. The air seeming to chill around him as the blood dripped from his bloodied claws. There was no one left to kill. No one left for him to make suffer. Their words echoing in his head.

“We can’t find them.”

“Can’t find them, can’t find them, can’t find them. Such bullshit. Those whores made you disappear.” Douma growled to himself, the feeling was heavy in his chest. It was unfamiliar. He hated it. He hated the nasty feeling boiling in his chest, the hot burning under his skin. For first time… he felt anger.

It was true, those women helped with your escape. Believing that this was too cruel for a child to endure. So when you were allowed to go walk through the garden and see all the pretty flowers. They made you disappear, “loosing you”. “You disgust me…”

He turned, opening the door and greeted the night sky blanketing the area. Without wasting a second, he was gone. The leaves fluttering from the slight wind, blossomed blue rose petals spilling from the flowerbed and dancing in the night wind.

“Good morning!” Aoi cheered, opening your door loudly. You were already dressed, turning your head to stare at the demon slayer standing there. She smiled at you, turning head and then gave you a sheepish smile. “The flame hashira is asking about you again.”

“This early? Okay, I’ll head out.” You smiled, passing by Aoi and walking down the hallway. Your hands buried in the pockets, eyes looking around the hallway.

“Shhh, it’s okay now. You’ll be safe.” The sweet voice calmed your tears, Kanae kneeled down to reached out to you. You looked at the woman in confusion, soft hands gently picking you up. “You’ll be okay now.”

“Ah! There you are, good morning Y/n!” The loud voice of the flame hashira was familiar to you know, seeing Sumi wiping the blood from his arm. You made your way over, picking up the bowl from her and patting her on the back. “I’ll take this, go and get breakfast.”

“Thanks Y/n!” Sumi cheered, running off to get some breakfast as you placed down the bowl. Dipping the rag in the water and ringing it out before wiping across the blood from his skin. Kyujuro closed his eyes, relaxing to your touch. “Did you sleep well?”

“Hello my little petal, you slept so soundly. Did you have any good dreams? Maybe of me?” The cheerful voice chirped, your attention getting caught by the blonde hair and quickly entranced from the beautiful rainbow glittering happily at watching you.

“Yes, I did.” You whispered, focused on wrapping the bandages around his wound. In reality, you’ve been having dreams you’ve never understood. It also didn’t help that you didn’t talk to anyone about these weird dreams. “Good morning kitty cat~”

Tengen opened the door, smiling at you happily. He made his way over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist as you finished wrapping Kyujuro’s bandage. The flame hashira frowned at the loud male in front of him. “What are you even doing here? You’re not injured.”

“No, but while you’re lazing out on that bed of yours; I’ll be taking Y/n out for breakfast.” Tengen said with a smirk, pointing at Kyujuro who narrowed his eyes. You squirmed in Tengen’s hold, but not moving an inch. “You promised me Y/n, you said we could!”

“Do you even think about how your wives may feel about you cheating on them.” Tengen frowned at hearing that, hating how Kyujuro was bringing them up around him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his wives. But he hates how hesitant you get with him because of it. You’ve always been so nice, not wanting to upset his darlings. So sweet, so precious to Tengen. But it also pisses him off his he can’t spend time with you.

Kyujuro knew this and took advantage of this. You gently placed a hand on Tengen’s shoulder and a kind smile. “H-he’s right Tengen… I should just stay at the manor anyways.”

“B-but… Damn it Kyujuro…” Tengen clenched his fist and stormed out of the room, pissed off but not wanting you to see his anger and become scared of him. You felt guilty, watching the door close and Kyujuro smiled brightly at seeing you staying with him. “Don’t you worry about him firelily, everything’ll be okay.”

“He seemed really upset… I should have maybe just gone…” You whispered, Kyujuro softly cooing at your cuteness. He reached a hand out, gently placing a hand on the top of your head. “Don’t feel upset firelily, it’s not your fault. I promise.”

You nodded softly, letting yourself agree with him and he grinned. His hand gently pet the top of your head, pulling you closer to his chest and leaning his head against yours. Treasuring the way of your body pressed against him. “Are you hungry? You still need to eat breakfast.”

“I’ll be fine Kyujuro, you need to rest. After all, a broken rib is nothing to take lightly, I want you to rest.”

“Firelily please, let’s just go get breakfast and then I’ll promise to lay here. I just don’t want you to be alone. Especially I spoke when I wasn’t supposed to and made Tengen leave…” He remorsefully, but not feeling sad about it one bit. Your head shook. “No… You were right, I was half asleep when I said yes to going to breakfast with him so I didn’t even think about how his wives feel about this. I’m such a horrible person.”

“No, no, no, don’t even say that firelily! It’s Tengen, he’s the horrible person for offering.” If Kyujuro can make Tengen the bad guy and make you stop trying to see him, he’ll take that in a heartbeat. The pain that spiked up Kyujuro’s side didn’t matter as he stood up, placing a hand on your lower back. “See, I’m fine. Let’s get you some breakfast, we can’t have you skipping any meals.”

Tengen narrowed his eyes as he was watched you exit with Kyujuro. You were fretting over him, nervous that he was going to injury himself and you would get trouble. The anxiety of getting yelled at was gnawing at your chest. Tengen growled under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a breath. Breathe… They’ll be with you soon, just deep breath and don’t kill him.

Tengen encouraged himself silently as he snuck after the two of you. It’s always been easy for him to stalk you, especially since he used to be a shinobi. Kyujuro had a feeling they were followed as he walked with you to the town to get something nice to eat, but yet he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from. What worried him the most with how you were used to the feeling, so you didn’t even notice it anymore. Who’s been stalking my firelily? Tengen? No… He wouldn’t shut up long enough to hide from them.

“Hmm? Why did you stop firelily?” Kyujuro asked, lifting his eyes to see you looking over the food in the stall. He frowned at seeing you just getting something small from a food cart, having wanting to be a place where you could sit down and it could have been a date. But instead you do this… Which made Tengen smirk on the roof, enjoying Kyujuro obvious annoyance. Dumbass, you don’t deserve to be around my kitty cat. If you had known them like I did, then you would know that they rather eat from food carts to support small business then restaurants. But of course you don’t deserve to be around my kitty cat. But yet… Here. You. Are.

“Don’t you think you should get something to eat?” You asked, looking back at Kyujuro. He shook his head. “I was wanting to get something at a restaurant. You know… b-because my side is hurting from all this walking.”

“I knew you should’ve stayed…” You whispered, feeling guilty for even letting him out of the butterfly mansion when it wasn’t even your fault. Kyujuro frowned, not wanting to make you upset. Tengen chuckled, disappearing from the rooftop and making his way to you. “Hey kitty cat! I found this really amazing food stall, you need to come try it. They have the best rice balls!”

You looked back, perking at the mention of rice balls. Tengen smiled at your reaction while Kyujuro frowned. The flame hashira reached out to grab you and pull you close when Tengen was sweeping you away. “You don’t look good Kyujuro, you should be getting back to resting before you get worse.”

“You really need to go back to the manor and rest.” You said worriedly, Kyujuro clenched his fist and glared at Tengen before walking away while mumbling to himself. “You’ll regret this asshole.”

Tengen just smirked, hearing Kyujuro and put his arm around your waist. He walked with you, leading you to the stall and got you some rice balls. “Tell me, how’ve you been sleeping kitty? I’ve heard you’ve been having nightmares…”

“Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“No, no, it’s okay. I just wish you would lean on me more…” He whispered, pulling you closer to him. His hand resting on your waist, thumb rubbing soft circles and led you somewhere to sit with him. “What were they about? Your nightmares.”

“Little blossom, you know not go back here.” The smooth voice said, hand pressing against the day and easily keeping it closed from your small hands. He picked you up and walked away with him. “That room is always off limits to you.”

“I’m not exactly sure myself.” You responded back, taking a silent bite of your rice ball and humming happily at the taste. Tengen was smiling at you, enjoying the innocent aura around you and the sweetness you always have to everyone. His nickname kitty cat comes from the fact when he surprised you by suddenly picking you up, you had mewled like a surprised cat.

“Let’s get one!” You were confused at what he was talking about, making a surprised sound at suddenly getting pulled along by him. He grinned at you, vibrating at the thought of getting you and his profile drawn. He’ll treasure it! “We’ll take ours!”

Tengen had heard the seller calling out to advertise his job. The artist laughed at hearing that, nodding and Tengen pulled you onto his lap. His head leaning against yours with a large smile and cradling you close. This is perfect.

Is that… them? The woman thought as she stared at you, confused. She stared at the picture getting drawn longer and the longer she look, the more it dawned on her. Her eyes widened, recognizing those e/c eyes with a younger sparkle.

Screams echoed around, Tengen stood up sharply. One hand on the handle, the other wrapped around you as he had you hidden behind him. His eyes looking around closely, wondering what the threat is. “They’re dead!”

Another person yelled, your eyes widened and tried to go around Tengen when he picked you up. “Don’t think about it kitty, it’s not our problem. There’s no way that’s a demon attack, it’s daylight. It’s just humans killing another.”

No it was really the fact that Tengen didn’t want you to go anywhere near there. Your life comes above those idiots. The artist looked down and scratched his head, looking around. Weird… “Is there something wrong?”

“No! Not at all! Please, go ahead and sit so we can finish the portrait.” The artist said with a nervous smile, sketching on the new page. The last, finished portrait of the two were missing.

“My lord… I- I have found something.” The woman whispered, Douma tapped his claw on the armrest of his chair. He was watching the woman closely, looking down at the portrait she held out. His hand snatched it, scanning over it multiple times. He’d recognize those e/c anywhere. “You found them! Maybe you’re not as usual as I thought… Who is this that’s holding onto them!”

Douma demanded, his eyes noticing the swords on his back and silently growling. So it was a demon slayer… That made things annoying, but not difficult. He could get rid of this demon slayer. Anything to get his little petal back in his arms. “Look at how much they’ve grown… Ah, so precious. I want them back, it’s been so long! I can’t wait!”

He smiled happily, hugging the portrait to his chest. Then he pointed to the woman who was standing there, half shocked half nervous. “Show me the town where you got this. Understand it?”

She nodded and Douma plopped back down his seat, leaning back and his rainbow eyes shimmering in delight at the seeing you once more. Of having you in his arms.

“H-here.” The woman said as she mentioned to the market, night have surrounded the lands and allowing Douma to walk freely. He hummed, looking around with uninterested and trying to find clues of you. “Kyujuro, you should really be careful. You know ribs take a while to heal.”

“Firelily, I feel bad that breakfast went so poorly. Please, allow me to make it up to you.” Kyujuro spoke, Douma turning his head with an annoyed look before freezing. There you were… Holding onto that stupid brute of a demon slayer! Your concerned filled e/c eyes were watching Kyujuro closely, wanting to take him back at even the slightest mention of pain. “I told you already that it was fine-“

“I would not forgive myself.” He shook his head, arguing with you and turning his head at feeling a powerful demon aura. His eyes narrowing lightly, before widening at seeing the figure standing there. “Get your hand off of them.”

Douma growled, hitting his palm with his fan harshly. Trying not to explode with the burning hot feeling under his skin. Rage. He wanted to rip this demon slayer limb by limb. Slowly, painfully, wanting him to suffer before loosing his pathetic human life.

Those eyes… There were a feeling in your chest that felt so familiar, like you should know who this is. But you couldn’t remember anything. Kyujuro put his hand in front of you, hand on his handle. “Stay behind me fireli-“

Douma kicked Kyujuro back, spinning you around gracefully so you didn’t get hit by the flying hashira. “You look better all grown up, more then I could ever imagine. I’ve been waiting for you for so long… petal, why did you leave me?”

“I… I don’t know who you are.” You twisted your wrist, trying to get out of his hold. His eye twitched at hearing that, giving you a pained smile. “That’s cute, don’t lie to me little lamb. Don’t.”

“I’m serious! Let go of me!”

“Fire breathing; First Form: Unknowing Fire!” Kyujuro yelled, Douma swooping you up in one arm and jumping back. His fan raised and ice petals shot at Kyujuro like knives. “You’re ruining our beautiful reunion! Stupid pest. So sorry about the brute my love~”

He purred, leaning his head against your cheek and sighing happily at having at you in his grasp once again. He’s missed you so much, looking back at hearing Kyujuro lunging at him. “Boring.”

The tessen fan spin his hand, spreading out quickly and Kyujuro coughed up blood as the large gash ran up his abdomen. His body slid back in the dirt, instincts having him curl up to protect the wound and feeling small rocks digging into his skin. His eyes looked up at seeing Douma still easily holding you with one arm. “Kyujuro!”

“You shouldn’t be calling another man’s name little lamb! Do you know how much that hurts me?” Douma pouts, closing his fan and pushing it against your cheek. Smearing Kyujuro’s blood on your skin and staring at your e/c eyes. “I’ll forgive you once for this. Now let’s go, there’s so much for you to catch up on.”

He chirped happily, already forgetting about Kyujuro on the ground. But when the flame hashira already got up to attack again, Douma was gone. The speed something Kyujuro has never seen before…

“Kyujuro… Where are they?”

“Tengen. I’m going to need your help get them back.”