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My Beloved: Nezuko KamadoXReader

You couldn’t say for sure when it started, but you know one thing: you were deeply in love with a demon and not any kind of demon.

It was Nezuko Kamado, the little sister of your fellow demon slayer Tanjiro Kamado.

You meet them both while you were dealing with a nasty demon who had eaten severely freshly married couples.

At first, you were wary of them.

You have been for two years now a demon slayer and Tanjiro was only a few months on the job. Then of course that he had a demon with him, even if he assured you that Nezuko was harmless and wouldn’t eat any human.

You didn’t think you needed their help.

Oh boy, were you wrong!

The married couple eating demon turned out to be tougher than both you and Tanjiro thought. It had been a hard fight and if hadn’t been for Nezuko you would surely be dead right now.

Without hesitation, she had thrown herself before you and got the full force of the demon attack. That she could stand after this was a miracle in itself, she was bloody and shredder nearly to pieces. In fact, she had lost an arm clean off from the attack.

You had stared at her back in shock. You just couldn’t believe it. She had protected you, a demon had protected you! She hadn’t cared for her own life, but more to save you who had been wary of her.

In your shocked state, you didn’t register how Tanjiro finished off the demon, but you felt a soft hand caressing your hair.

You looked down at Nezuko, still only with one arm left and bloody, and how she looked at you with kind soft eyes.

These big pretty pink eyes….

She made cute noises, thanks to her bamboo muzzle, but you had the feeling she wanted to ensure you that anything was okay.

Tanjiro then came over asking if you guys were okay and hugged his sister relieved. Nezuko let him hug her and kept caressing your hair.

After that, you became friends with the Kamado siblings. You started to journey with them and meet their other friends the frightened and flirty Zenitsu Agatsuma and the boar-headed, literally and figurately, Inosuke Hashibira.

You were all an odd bunch, but you guy’s made it work. It was like a little family. Since you were a girl you naturally stayed closer to Nezuko and even without a word a deep friendship formed. Nezuko never stopped to play with your hair any chance she got and making these cute noises for you.

You loved just to sit with her under a tree when it was night and watch her under the starlights. She wasn’t a demon, she surely was an angel from the heavens.

She was adorable.

Too cute for this world.

To pretty.

Too kind and good.

You didn’t care anymore that she was a demon, she was Nezuko, your friend.

Then one day as Nezuko was playing again with your hair you could feel yourself blushing and just looking at her in trance. Why would someone so precious give you this much attention?

You were rough on the edges knew only how to wield a katana, and didn’t care much for other people besides Nezuko, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke.

It was like this since your parents throw you out for the crime of loving a girl. Not that she stayed with you after you were on the streets. She married a boy from your village and forgot about you.

You who would have done anything for her, even faced your parents to be with her. But for her, you were just a plaything.

From that day on, you cared only for yourself and no one. You became a demon slayer cause there weren’t a lot of good-paying jobs for young girls and you didn’t care if you died or not.

Then Tanjiro and Nezuko came into your life and changed you.

They all changed you.

But mostly Nezuko.

You felt how your heart beat faster and oh, you knew this feeling.

You have fallen in love with Nezuko.

What should you do now?

Well for the first few weeks you did nothing, you acted as if nothing had changed, but now you literally burned when Nezuko touched you.

If she gripped your hand, hugged you, and caressed your hair.

It was too much.

You were going to explode one day for sure.

Your little group was now currently back at the butterfly mansion after an epic battle against a horde of demons for cures and you couldn’t take it anymore.

You had to say something to Nezuko.

Even if she didn’t accept your feelings you needed to get them out.

So when you both sat down under a cheery blossom tree at night and Nezuko started to play with your hair, you decide that now was the time.

“Nezuko?”, you started and she gave you a little hum. “Nezuko, I have to tell you something.”

Nezuko braided a part of your hair but looked with her pretty pink eyes into yours. She was giving you her full attention.

“Nezuko, you know how important you are to me, right?”, you asked.

She made again her cute noises and nodded her head. Then she patted your head. You know she meant that you were important to her too.

“Right, but there is more…”

You stopped and Nezuko stopped also braiding. She inclined her hair cutely. This meant she wanted to know what you meant.

With a deep breath, you took one of her hands in yours and faced her bravely.

“Nezuko…I’m in love with you.”

There you said it! You were sweating like a pig and felt like fainting on the spot, but you did it!

Nezuko only stared at you with her big pink eyes.

You gulped.

Oh no, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.

Before you could have a panic attack and maybe cry like a baby, you felt how Nezuko smashed her bamboo muzzle against your lips.

You looked shocked at how she nuzzled her bamboo muzzle against your lips and made frustrating noises.

What was she doing?

Wait…was that…

You gripped her shoulder and softly shoved her from you. She blinked and made a whining noise.

“Nezuko.”, you said amused, and felt the butterflies in your belly flying like crazy. “Was that a kiss?”

She turned red like a tomato but nodded her head rapidly.

You laughed happily and hugged her tightly to yourself. She snuggled up to you and made her cute noises.

You know what she meant.

“I love you to my beloved Nezuko.”

Later when you both came back into the mansion holding hands, you saw a happy crying Tanjiro who hugged you both tight and said to you sister-in-law, Zenitsu who was a shadow figure in a corner, mumbling about how neither Nezuko nor you would be his wife and Inosuke who was pocking him with one of his Katana’s.

Yep, this was your family, with your beloved demon girlfriend, her kind older brother, and Zenitsu and Inosuke who were like your brothers too.

But this doesn’t mean you let anyone spy on you and Nezuko!

Shinobu, Aoi, the little girls, Kanao and Nezuko watched amused and laughing at how you were hunting down with your Katana the three boys all around the mansion.

Life was good.

–Husband!Akaza

–Black.FemReader X Akaza

"H-Hakuji?

One winter evening, you thought you'd been asleep and dreaming. After you heard a knock, you answer the door. Now widowed you didn't expect anyone to be at your home. It was usually the time Hakuji returned to you. But that day, what you'd nerver thought in a million years happened.

Standing in the door frame, the dark silhouette seemed familiar to you. You couldn't make out their face due to your doorway being so dark. Though, when they— or rather He stepped into the light you were shocked. It felt as if your lungs had collapsed.

Your eyes widened as you staggered backwards. Mouth a gaping as your words were lost.

Its not possible, is it? For someone to return— nonetheless with a different appearance?! Maybe you were still grieving? Maybe this was the 'denial' stage of grief? Your husband from the dead.. is now standing in your doorway.

"Don't look at me like that Y/n— Aren't you glad Im back Beloved?" The voice you hadn't heard for weeks comments.

You didn't know what to do..Why is he back? He walked in like he'd never been gone and shut the door behind him. "Beloved? Whats wrong?"

"You—", you stuttered. The sweet face you'd fallen for. His fair skin, now tainted with thick blue markings on his face. His short wavy hair now pink. Those yellow eyes, pink eyelashes throwing you for a loop.

"Hm?" His pink brow raised in confusion to your cut-short sentence.

He takes quick strides to get to you as you stood speechless. His blue fingers reach out to your pulling them up to his lips.

"You okay Y/n?" He bends down a bit to get eye-level with you; as he was taller than you.

"Hakuji—", you hic.

Almost losing your balance, your knees buckle causing you to almost fall. Your husband catching you by the waist, "Woah easy there Y/n!" ,he chortles.

'He's real..He's actually real— I can feel his touch', you think to yourself.

Your hands shaking, feeling his arms, and up his biceps. Hakuji raises a brow, staring at you with confusion. "Hakuji, you're real?"

"Mmm...yes?" He chuckles.

Happy, no...elated your deceased Husband was before you— You'd tackled him to the ground on accident. Your tight hold around him rough you could choke him back to death.

"Y/n, hon?" You eyes and nose running, causing his clothes to be drenched. "Hakuji, I'm really hoping– I'm praying I'm not drunk or you're not a ghost right now."

His arms comforting you, gently rubbing your back. "No honey, I promise I am 100% real. Just a little...different. I hope you aren't disappointed."

"No..I'm happy, So happy."

Akaza smiles,"Im sorry I left you for so long beautiful." He pulls you out of the hug, and looks at you. Seeing your pretty face every morning really made everyday worth living. His fingers wiping away your tears, sharp nails grazing your skin.

"I-It's okay, I'm so glad you're back", you whine.

His eyes..Something so different, yet still the same loving glaze. His eyes..now yellow instead of blue. The marks on his skin, patterns that were new to you. You would look at the marks on his arm, and trance your finger along them.

"Hakuji.."

He gazes at you, humming in response. "Why..why did you come back."

Hakuji's eyes look to the side now, almost as if he tries to think of something to say.

"I was given a second chance..", he admits standing up. Aswell as helping you to your feet. "Start this second chance with me?" He finishes.

"Hakuji, of course." You'd say without thinking, you didn't want to be away from your beloved. Especially after You'd just got him back.

Hakuji walks over to the kitchen counter before picking up your wedding ring. Remembering since you'd technically been widowed there'd been no reason to wear it.

"Honey?" You questioned. Hakuji, returning back to your side. He took your hand sliding the ring on your finger. Just like the day you two became one.

Pulling you in, he held his arm around your waist and the other locking fingers with yours that held the ring.

"Y/n, my sweet and beautiful Y/n..", he mumbled pulling you into a longing kiss. You'd submit complete and immediately almost forgetting what his kisses felt like. Sugary, strong..he was confident~ and so sexy.

When he pulls away he cups your cheek, whispering to you. "Let's do this again hm? But, better this time."

He lures you into a tight hug,"Yes." You say, melting into his arms. There was a silence before he speaks up again.

"Right...before I forget"

"Yes?"

"Just so you dont get confused why others call me something different.."

Hakuji looks at you once more, smiling, ear-to-ear fangs showing. Grazing his bottom lip–

"My name is Akaza darling."

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Under His Watchful Eye || Douma x fem!reader

Summary: you are found injured by worshippers of Douma after being attacked by a wild animal in the mountains. You're taken to his temple where you're cared for and nursed back to health under the watchful eye of his. As time passes, Douma becomes attached to you, but when you disobey his order one day, he becomes angry and decides to punish you accordingly 

Warnings: smut with plot 🔞 & the reader asking far too many questions in the end 😀

Word count: 7792

Authors: Cass & Rouge

As you hiked through the mountain trails, the fresh air and beautiful scenery made you feel invigorated. However, that feeling quickly vanished when a wild animal attacked you out of nowhere. You tried to defend yourself, but the creature was too strong and vicious, leaving you badly injured and alone. You were almost certain you would die.

Just when you thought you couldn't go any further after attempting to getting back home, a group of strange individuals appeared before you. They were dressed in long, flowing robes and had a serene look on their faces.

You felt weak in your knees and fell down to the frozen ground, shaking uncontrollably all over your exhausted body.

"Are you okay?" A female voice asked.

You tried to speak, but your throat was dry. You managed to nod, and they helped you to your feet. You leaned on one of them as they guided you into an unknown direction. "You must come with us," one of them said softly, taking your arm. 

"Poor thing, look at all those wounds," the other person added within sad tone.

You were too weak to resist as they led you deeper into the forest, eventually arriving at a small sanctuary.

As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the strange symbols painted on the rocks and trees around you. The people were quiet, and you could only hear the sound of the wind and the snow under their feet.

The last thing you remembered was the warmness of the interiors surrounding you. Then you lost your consciousness.

Douma was pleasantly surprised today by something he did not expect. A very attractive female human was brought into his shrine, which he would even call a miracle; he wouldn't have to take any efforts to find someone new for his pleasures. He had to keep the girl there.

"Don't look at me like that. You should know what I expect. Take care of this poor thing. Treat her wounds, give her a bath, and dress her. Let her rest," he instructed.

He smiled at two of his dear followers, who were not really sure what to do with the newcomer. He was growing curious about how the girl really looked without all the blood and dirt on her. Sadly, he would have to wait to satisfy his curiosity.

As time passed, you found yourself gradually regaining your strength. Though you still spent most of your days sleeping, you were surprised to find that a group of women were taking excellent care of you.

One day, as you slowly opened your eyes, you noticed a woman sitting beside you. "Oh, you're awake!" She exclaimed with a smile.

You rubbed your eyes and sat up a little, taking in your surroundings. The room was cozy and filled with dim light of candles. "Where am I?"

"You're in our sanctuary, in our lord's place," the woman replied. "My name is Aka, and I'm one of those who found you in the woods. You were very ill and injured, and we've been taking care of you for the past few weeks."

You felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, as well as shock when you realized how much time had passed. "You said weeks?" You inquired, your voice barely above a whisper. "Oh, my.... Thank you for everything."

As the days passed, you continued to regain your strength. You were amazed at the kindness and compassion of these strangers who had taken you in and nursed you back to health. And as you looked around at the warm and welcoming home they had created, you knew that you were in good hands. At least that was the impression you'd received.

Meantime, Douma made sure to take care of you by sending someone to fetch something nice for you, and finally, he had a chance to see you in your full glory - free of any life-threatening illness, clean, and dressed in fine clothes. 

He personally couldn't wait to meet you and learn who you were. There were so many things he could do with and to you! It made him so excited that a shiver ran down his spine.

As Douma walked into the room that served you as your chamber, he hummed melodically, "My, my, my! Why did no one tell me that you are awake? I would have come sooner to see you." 

However, he stopped when he saw your surprised expression and turned to face the other woman standing near the door, "Oh, Aka, my dear. Haven't you told her everything yet?"

Aka, one of your trusted followers, approached the tall man with a heavy heart. She informed him that she had not been able to tell you everything that she had wanted to, and she was deeply sorry for letting him down.

You bowed your head to the man after softening your kimono, overwhelmed with gratitude for the kindness he had shown you. "Thank you so much, sir," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for taking care of me," you added with your head still bowed, "but I will never forget the hospitality you have offered me. I am forever in your debt."

He had to admit that you were a pretty one. You must have been tasty, but on the other hand, it would be a shame to simply consume you. Perhaps he could keep you around as a pet? He had tried it before, but it didn't work out as he had wanted. Maybe if you behaved, who knows?

With a smile, he said, "Oh, no need to thank me, sweetheart! How could I say no to someone in need? I am happy to finally see you in good shape. What's your name, dear?"

You dared to raise your head a little to take a closer look at him.

He stood before you with an imposing presence. He was a tall and muscular young man with a noticeably pale complexion, and his long and pointed nails seemed stained with a pale blue color. His hair was either silver or a pale golden blond, parted to the left, with shorter strands flaring out to either side of his face and a longer spiral drape down his back. His eyes were incredibly rare and beautiful, appearing to be made up of an array of rainbow pastel tones that faded into one another as they circled his irises. You caught yourself staring in his eyes a little longer than you were supposed to, so you instantly bowed your head once more, trying to pay proper respect to him. "My name's Y/N, sir. If not you and your people, I'd be long dead, eaten by wild animals or maybe even demons themselves."

If only you knew! Douma couldn't help but giggle softly at the idea of how oblivious you were. It was adorable!

"Well, then I guess you are the lucky one. Do you have any family or a home?"

You hesitated for a moment before admitting, "It's just that I don't have a family or a home. Sometimes it feels like something's missing."

He quickly walked up to you and cupped your cheeks, rubbing your soft, warm skin with his slender, cold thumbs. "Well, well, Y/N, not only were you saved, but you have also found a new home. You can stay here, and I will gladly take care of you."

You were shocked by how cold his hands were. You could feel the icy chill radiating from his fingers as they pressed against your skin. The sudden coldness caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but shiver at the sensation. You had never felt hands that cold before, and it left you momentarily speechless. Despite the coldness, however, his touch was gentle, and you could sense the kindness in his eyes as he spoke to you. You forced yourself to focus on his words, trying to ignore the frigid sensation spreading through your cheeks.

You were shocked by the man's kindness and hospitality he and his people had shown you. 

He had taken you in when you were lost, hurt and alone, and had even offered to help you still. You couldn't believe that someone who was a stranger to you could be so generous. "Thank you so much," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "I don't know how to repay you for your kindness, sir."

"You don't need to thank me, sweetheart. I only hope that dear Aka will explain everything you need to know," he said, looking at the other woman significantly. "Now, rest some more and make sure you eat well. I will come back later to have a private conversation with you."

"Sir," you whispered hesitantly, barely moving your lips. "Can I at least have your name?"

"It's Douma," he said with a smile. "If you listen carefully to what Aka says, my dear Y/N, you will know everything."

As you and Aka were speaking together after Douma had left the chamber, she began to describe him to you. "He is a wise man," Aka said, her voice soft with reminiscence. "He has a way of seeing the world that few others could match. When he speaks, it is as if the entire room fell silent, hanging on his every word."

You nodded, listening intently as Aka continued to speak.

"Master Douma is also fiercely loyal to his followers," she added, a small smile crossing her lips. "He would do anything to protect us, to ensure our safety and happiness."

You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the man she described. Even though you had only met him briefly, you could sense that there was something special about him.

As your conversation with Aka continued, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of curiosity about the man known as Douma. What other secrets and wisdom had he imparted to his followers? And what was his ultimate goal in life? These were questions that you knew you would have to seek answers to in the days and weeks to come.

The longer you stayed with Douma, the more he grew fond of you. It was obvious that you had become his favorite, as you were the only one living with him permanently. He kept you safe and took care of you the best way he could.

You were like his little pet, and he loved making sure that you were happy because you looked better that way. You were always so eager to talk to him and spend time with him, which he found simply adorable. He could have feasted on you, but keeping you around was much better - it made the boring times more interesting.

"What's going through that little head of yours?" Douma asked, getting comfortable on a big pillow while he played with your hair, your head resting on his lap.

You lay with your head rested on Douma's lap, looking up at the ceiling of his room with a mixture of thoughtfulness and disbelief. "I can't believe you took me under your wings," you told him. "And you never wanted anything in return." You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

The past few weeks you spent by Douma's side were a whirlwind of new experiences and insights. You followed him everywhere, learning who he was and how he lived his life. He introduced you to his followers, who welcomed you with open arms and showed you the ropes.

However, as you grew closer to Douma, you began to notice some of his followers becoming jealous. They would shoot you looks of disdain and make snide remarks when you were around. At first, you tried to brush it off, but as time went on, their behavior began to wear on you.

Despite the jealousy of some of his followers, Douma continued to show you kindness and respect. He patiently answered your questions and taught you his ways, never once making you feel inferior. You were grateful for his guidance and felt privileged to be so close to him.

In the end, you knew that Douma's influence had changed you for the better. You had learned so much from him, not only about his ways but about yourself as well.

As the weeks went by, you felt yourself growing more and more fond of him, and sometimes even felt strange tickling within your abdomen when he was casting you a glance over the room full of his followers.

You turned to Douma, feeling at ease in his presence. "I feel very well here," you told him, "but I'd like to visit my little hut and take some things from there. I'd also like to visit my brother's grave."

"And for what? You have everything here. You don't need your old stuff or to visit your brother," he rolled his eyes, growing slightly annoyed with your idea. He had given you everything, and yet you still cared about something so silly and trivial. Your brother was nothing but a corpse, rotting in the ground. "Besides, would you really leave me here all alone and sad? Do you want me to die of a broken heart?" He asked dramatically.

"I..." You whispered, turning your glance away from him. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you, Douma."

Your mind wandered to your brother's grave. You thought about how much you missed him and how you wished you could visit him more often. The cemetery was only a few miles away probably, and you knew you could easily sneak out during the night for just an hour or two. You promised yourself that you'd do it, that night or some other time when Douma wouldn't notice, being busy with his errands.

"You didn't upset me, my dear Y/N. It just hurts me that you worry about those things when I make sure you have everything," he purred, easily pulling you up and setting you comfortably on his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you. "Don't you feel good here, with me?"

You looked deeply into Douma's eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence wash over you. "Douma," you whispered, reaching out slowly to caress one of his cheeks gently, "I want you to know that I feel really good by your side. You make me feel safe and sound, and I'm grateful for that." You paused for a moment, taking in the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light casted by a lot of candles set around the room. "You know, I never thought I could trust someone so completely, but with you, it just comes naturally."

The demon purred at your touch and nodded. You were his and there was no need for you to seek anything else beyond what he could give you. "Now you see, I can give you everything you ask for, so there is no need to visit your old life, my sweet little Y/N," he whispered before kissing your cheek.

As Douma leaned in to kiss your cheek, you felt your face flushing with a warm hue. His lips were cold, yet soft and tender against your skin, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest. "Douma," a weak whisper left your parted lips as you clutched on his shoulders. You moved your head to face him, your cheeks still tinged with pink. "You're right, just as always, my dear master."

He laughed, gently grabbing and squeezing your cheeks. "Look at you! So pretty and cute," Douma chuckled as he played with your soft skin, grazing it with his sharp nails. "I am wondering... If this made you blush so much, then what will this do?"

He grasped your cheeks a bit harder than before and kissed your lips.

Once Douma's lips were pressed to yours, you couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp that quickly turned into a moan. Despite his lips being rather cold, the kiss he offered tasted sweet like honey. The way his tongue moved along your teeth, the way his perfect teeth grabbed your tongue, everything about the kiss was igniting emotions you didn't know you still held within you.

You found yourself wrapping your arms around Douma's neck, pulling him closer to you. You felt his body pressing against yours, his closeness enveloping you. The scent of him filled your nostrils, a heady mix of sandalwood and musk.

Your heart raced as you lost yourself in the moment, feeling completely consumed by the passion between you. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, locked in a fiery embrace.

You pulled yourself away from Douma after a while, looking him in the rainbow-coloured eyes; his eyes were mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but get lost in them for a moment. "Douma…"

"So pretty and so full of color," he laughed, moving his thumbs across your skin.

Douma indeed enjoyed having you here. He loved that you were such a good pet. He had grown used to having you around, especially loving it when you sat on his lap.

Of course, Douma was aware of the jealousy of some followers, and as a good owner, he took care of some of those who were a threat to his beloved pet. When you noticed this, he explained that they had just left. Thankfully, you always accepted this explanation.

"It's getting late. Aren't you tired?" Douma asked, a hint of worry within his tone.

"Just a little bit, my master," you replied, your cheeks still flushed. You bit your lower lip after his comment about you having a lot of colours. You didn't know how he was doing it, but he was always making your heart skipping a beat.

"Well, then don't sit up late, little one. I want my little girl to be well-rested," he kissed your cheek one last time before gently pushing you off his lap.

You tried your best to keep your composure, but your heart was racing and your felt like whining as Douma pushed you off his lap. Your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Good night, my master," you smiled at him, bowing your head down. 

After that you left his chamber. Of course you had to bump on a group of his the most dedicated followers; their led you down the corridor with a mean glances, and you could swear you heard them whispering about you. Yet, you decided to not pay attention.

You had trouble sleeping, tossing and turning in your bed as the memory of Douma's anger haunted you. You had mentioned leaving the shrine, hoping to visit your brother's grave, but the expression on Douma's face had been rather a nasty one; you'd never seen him like that; the change within him was immediate and unexpected.

You tried to push the memory away, to think of other things, but it kept coming back to you, replaying over and over in your mind. You wondered for a second or two if you had made a mistake in confiding in him, in trusting him with your deepest desires and fears.

As the night wore on, you grew more and more exhausted, but still, you couldn't sleep. You finally decided that you couldn't stay in the bed any longer. 

You got up from your bed, trying to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake anyone. You changed into some other clothes, careful to pick things that wouldn't make too much noise as you moved. You didn't want anyone to know that you were leaving, especially not Douma. After putting on a thick fur Douma gifted you with some time before, you were ready.

You didn't want to attract attention by carrying too much, so you decided to leave your bag in the room. You checked your pockets for anything important, making sure you had your keys. 

Finally, you took a deep breath and opened the door to your room. You stepped out into the hallway, the floorboards creaking softly beneath your feet. You listened carefully for any sounds, but the shrine was quiet.

You made your way to the front door, your heart pounding in your chest. You turned the handle slowly, hoping it wouldn't make too much noise, and pushed the door open. A gust of cool air hit your face, and you stepped outside into the night. You closed the door behind you, trying to be as quiet as possible, and set off down the path, hoping that you were making the right decision.

Douma could come across as a silly man with his overly friendly behavior. He could seem like someone easy to fool, but oh, you were so mistaken!

A pair of rainbow eyes watched you leave from behind the golden fan. He knew it would happen, he knew you wouldn't really sit on your ass as you should. Douma knew you would be back, of course you would for there was nothing waiting for you out there. You had no reason to leave for good, but of course, you had to fulfill your little ideas.

"Bad, bad pet," Douma whispered to himself. He already planned how he was going to punish you and make you stay with him forever.

As you arrived at the old graveyard, you felt a sense of melancholy wash over you. Memories of childhood days spent with your brother came flooding back, as you made your way to his final resting place. The grave was still and silent, surrounded by the peaceful stillness of the cemetery.

You took out the bouquet of flowers you had managed to gather. With careful hands, you placed them gently on your brother's grave. As you stepped back, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness as you remembered the good times you shared with him. Before you managed to regain your composure, you shed a tear.

The wind picked up, blowing gently through the trees, rustling the leaves and reminding you of the fleeting nature of life. You stood there for a few moments longer, lost in your thoughts, before finally turning to leave. As you walked away, you promised yourself that you would always remember your brother, and keep his memory alive in your heart.

As you made your way towards the Eternal Paradise Faith shrine, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The sky was beginning to brighten, and you knew that the sun would soon rise. You quickened your pace, determined to reach the shrine before dawn.

Finally, you arrived at the entrance, and were greeted by the serene surroundings of the shrine. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the sound of chanting people filled your ears. You took a moment to take in your surroundings, appreciating the peaceful atmosphere and the stunning architecture of the shrine.

Oh, you were a little oblivious bunny, so sure that you could get away with this little thing. 

He was going to let you think you were the smart one, that you could go behind his back. Douma honestly wondered if maybe you would tell him at some point, admit to your wrongdoings, and beg for forgiveness.

So he waited, pretending he knew nothing, letting you believe he was naive.

The whole day passed, and he heard nothing from you, and it made him mad. He summoned you to see him, just like he did every evening.

Despite feeling curious and a bit uneasy, you went straight to meet him after taking a long bath.

You stepped forward and pushed open the door to Douma's chamber, the hinges creaking as you entered. The room was dimly lit, with only a few candles casting flickering shadows across the walls. "My master, you summoned me."

He looked at you with a sweet smile, resting his cheek on his hand. "Here comes my favorite. Don't be scared, I simply missed you, my little Y/N."

You felt that there was something off about his behavior. It was difficult to put your finger on it, but there was a sense that he was holding something back or not being entirely truthful. Maybe it was the way his rainbow-coloured eyes were looking at you, as if they were about to pierce right through your soul or the hesitation in his voice when he spoke. Whatever it was, you couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. 

Taking a few steps, you came closer to his bed.

He blinked, feigning concern for you. "Is something wrong, my dear? Come here," he said, beckoning you to sit on his lap.

Once you were seated comfortably, he took your palm in his and gave your hand a little kiss. "What is bothering you? Is someone talking bad about you again?"

"It's not that, my master," you replied, trying to regain the control over your uncontrollably shaking body. "I... I just did something bad."

"Oh, you poor, little thing! You did something bad?" Douma hummed as both of his hands rested on your waist, caressing the soft curves. "Oh, I am sure you did... Or maybe you decided to go behind my back and visit your brother?" He asked. "Will you be a good girl and answer my question?"

As you sat on his lap, listening to him speak, your heart began to race when he mentioned your brother. Memories of last night's trip occupied your mind, and your anxiety only grew stronger with each passing moment. "I left the shrine without your permission."

"I understand that. So, now, can you be a good girl and answer my question?"

You only nodded your head, lowering your chin to avoid his gaze.

"Look at me," Douma ordered.

Once you looked at him, he gave you his kind smile, but his hands tightened on your waist, his long nails digging into your skin through the clothes. "Do you think I am stupid? Do you think I am a fool you can play around with?"

"Of course not, my master. I apologize for not obeying your order. Please, forgive me my reckless behavior, master Douma," you begged, most likely sounding like a pathetic whore.

"I should throw you out!" Douma snapped, squeezing you even harder. "I should throw you away and let you die in the wilderness like I didn't when my people found you."

His words grew louder and more aggressive with each passing moment, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

As he continued to speak, you felt the tears forming in your eyes. You tried your best to hold them back, but the emotion was simply too overwhelming. You could feel the hot tears trickling down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away with the back of your hand.

"Oh, you're crying now? How pathetic," Douma chuckled. "You're alive only because I allowed you to live. I saved your life and didn't turn you into my next meal. You should be grateful for what I did! I gave you everything that you lacked in your life, and this is how you repay me?!"

In that moment, you wished you could simply disappear. You wanted nothing more than to escape from Douma's presence and find solace in the comfort of your own home. But you knew that you had to stay strong and face the situation head-on, even if it meant enduring the pain and discomfort that came with it. "I'm sorry. Please, master, forgive me."

"And what should I forgive you for? I should just get rid of you," he said, and soon after, he smiled. "You are a pretty, little thing. I should just end your life by devouring you."

As Douma continued to speak, you mustered up all of the courage you had left and spoke up. "I suspected that you were a demon," you said firmly, looking him straight in the eyes. "I've known for a few weeks now," you explained. "But I wasn't sure until now. Thank you for confirming it."

Douma looked at you and let out a maniacal laugh. "And what? Should I feel scared? Oh no! Y/N knows what I am," he pretended to be shocked before pushing you hard off his lap, so you fell to the cold floor.

Licking his lips, Douma looked at you. "And what shall I do with you now? It would be a shame to eat you, but it would be a waste to simply murder you and throw you away. I really don't want to stain my floors with your blood."

As Douma's words continued to cut deep, you sat frozen in shock, unable to move or even speak. Your body felt numb, as if you had been plunged into icy water, and your mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions.

Despite the discomfort of the cold, hard floor beneath you, you remained in the same position for what felt like an eternity. But eventually, you were able to improve your posture, sitting back on your knees for better support. Your muscles were tense, and your fingers tingled with a strange numbness. "Well. You can do whatever you want. It's not that I have any influence here though."

Douma accepted the offer of 'doing whatever he wants,' which was an interesting proposal and he intended to make use of it. "If you say so, my dear. Let's consider it your way of apologizing to me."

Douma sat up and leant forward to you. His long fingers gently touched your cheek and then moved down, across the skin of your neck, until they reached the fabric of your kimono. He had personally picked it out to make you look even more beautiful. It was a shame to destroy it, but he could always get you a new one.

Douma's cold hands easily ripped the fabric open. "Look at you. So beautiful, yet so disobedient," he remarked, slowly running the tip of his tongue across his lower lip.

At first you only gasped, looking up at him with wide opened eyes. You wanted to ask what does he think he's doing, you wanted to run, you wanted to vanish; too many different emotions filled you up at the same time. "What..." You managed to whisper.

"Oh, don't play dumb, Y/N. I know you want me, no matter if I'm a demon or not," he smirked wryly. "I've always felt that, you little needy thing."

Looking him deep in the eyes, you sat up a little and removed your ripped kimono off; now only your black underwear was keeping you from his hungry eyes.

Douma observed you and nodded. "Now you're acting as you should, but as far as I'm concerned, you're still wearing too many clothes."

You slowly got up and reached to your back, unclasping your bra; your eyes never left his. You pushed the straps of your bra down your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

In the next step, you slipped fingers beneath the fabric of your panties and pushed them down your legs, stepping out of them in the end.

Finally, you listened to him as you should have from the very beginning. Finally, the bunny followed its master's wishes. "Good girl," he praised before getting comfortable on his favorite pillow. "What will you do now, I wonder?"

"May I get closer, my master?"

He gave you a nod, observing you curiously to see what would happen next; a ery smirk still glued to his lips.

You sauntered towards his bed, swaying your hips from left to right, and gradually seated yourself on the cushion. With a tinge of embarrassment coloring your face, you cautiously straddled his lap, trying to conceal your shyness.

"Now you feel embarrassed, sweetheart? Be brave, just like when you decided to betray my trust," Douma instructed, stroking your thighs.

His lap felt comfortable and welcoming, just as they always did.

Looking him in the eye, you reached your hands out and started unbuckling his belt with a sense of desire burning within your chest. You reached down and fumbled with the buckle for a moment, your fingers clumsy with anticipation. Finally, you managed to get it undone, and you let out a sigh of relief. The belt slipped free from his waist, and you felt a wave of satisfaction wash over you, as you licked your lower lip briefly.

Douma was already enjoying the sight of you. Finally, you knew your rightful place. He rested his chin on his palm as he observed you working.

Now that you were behaving, he was interested in seeing what you planned to do. "Just don't stop, little one. Show me how sorry you are."

With an unhurried pace, you opened the fly of his trousers and met his gaze, only to pause. "I... Well, I haven't done any of those things before, except for one time, but I was drunk and don't remember anything."

He looked at you in disbelief, raising one of his brows up, and sighed softly. Douma shouldn't have been that mad; at least he could teach you a thing or two.

He grabbed you and effortlessly flipped you both so that you were under him. "Oh, my poor, little bunny. I'm gonna teach you, don't worry."

His cold lips pressed a few gentle kisses to your cheeks before he started moving down your naked body, right between your legs.

Your abdomen swelled with an intense burning sensation, accompanied by an unbearable feeling of shame. "Douma, I deeply apologize for letting you down again..." You whispered quietly, and since you didn't know what to do with your hands, you tried to cover your breasts with them.

"Stop covering your body if you wish to avoid disappointing me once more. My dear, unwind and let yourself be at ease," he whispered, kissing the soft flesh of your thigh. He then dived between your parted thighs and started slowly lapping at your beautiful pussy.

You let out a moan as he continued to lap and lick at your sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

You had never felt this way before with anyone else. The sensation that Douma was causing was intense and overwhelming. You couldn't believe that someone could make you feel this good.

As the pleasure spread throughout your body, filling every single cell with desire, you let go of your prudery and slipped your hands into his beautiful, blonde locks, moaning his name and trying to buck your hips to gain more friction.

His rainbow eyes looked up and took in the pretty expression you made for him. He couldn't wait to see that face again when he fucks you. 

He pulled away from you and bit the inside of your thigh.

As his teeth sank into your soft flesh, you couldn't help but moan. The bite was so powerful that his canines punctured through your skin, causing a few droplets of blood to surface. 

You grabbed him be a sleeve of his turtleneck and pulled him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs tightly around his waist, kissing all over his sharp, perfect jawline.

"Oh, you're an eager one, aren't you?" He chuckled, pulling away to undress for you. Since you were in need, he couldn't keep you waiting for much longer.

Douma quickly got rid of his clothes and smiled, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. He grasped his member and gave it a few jerks before moving it through your lips, teasing your clit. "Are you ready, sweetheart?" 

You watche him getting undressed while biting your lower lip, slipping one of your hands between your parted thighs to tease your clitoris.

Douma was a man with a lean and muscular build. He had striking features - a sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and beautiful lips. His eyes were an unusual rainbow color, and they glimmered with a mischievous and seductive light. His skin was cold to the touch, and he exuded an aura of danger and mystery. 

It all made you blush even harder, but a soft moan escaped through your parted lips when you felt his rock-hard cock rubbing through your folds. "Fuck me," you whimpered, looking him directly into his eyes.

He didn't think twice before pushing into you, watching your face twist in pleasure. His hand grasped your waist, pulling you gently as he thrusted in. He lowered himself and started whispering into your ear, "Look at you, getting fucked by a demon. I'm going to breed you nice and full."

Your nails dug into the skin on his back as he snapped his hips into you. 

The pleasure was immense, and all you could do was moan his name softly while rolling your head back, resting it on his pillow.

Douma didn't give you time to adjust, so at first, all of his thrusts felt like a burning fire within your core. Yet, with time, your walls loosened, welcoming his girth with anticipation.

Douma wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as his hips moved even faster. His other hand moved between your bodies, pinching your clit. "That's it, my little flower, that's it."

Your whimpers and moans grew louder as he increased his brutal pace. You wrapped one of your hands around his wrist, which was set on your neck, and begged him to fuck you even harder. "Douma! Ah! Just like that!" You moaned loudly, trying to buck your hips into his to deepen his thrusts.

"My little whore, soon you will be nice and full, and then everyone will have a reason to be really jealous of you," he growled, snapping his hips even harder into you. The grip on your throat tightened; he was curious about how much you could take.

"H-harder!" You begged. "Can I... Can I try?"

He stopped and looked at you while stroking your calf. "Tell me what you want."

With all your strength, you flipped both of you over so that you were on top of him, his member still deeply buried inside your pussy. "That's better," you whispered, resting your hands on his broad chest and slowly bucking your hips back and forth, making sure to sink on his cock fully, deepening each thrust.

"You little fucking liar!" Douma growled through clenched teeth, grabbing your hips strongly, digging his digits in your soft flesh. "You said you haven't done any of those things, but look at you now, riding me like a whore."

"I didn't lie, master Douma," you moaned, rolling your head back a little at the pleasure spreading throughout your body. His grasp of your hips left you certain you would find some bruises there the next day. "I'm a quick learner."

"Show me what you have learned."

Supporting your weight on his chest, you increased your pace; your pussy started spasming around his already throbbing cock. "Oh! Oh! I'll cum!"

Douma smiled widely, "Very good, my little petal. Cum and let me fill your little, tight cunt up."

You grasped one of his hands and moved it up to your neck. With each movement you were feeling how his throbbing cock massaged your walls, pressing the sweet spot hidden there.

Douma's hand wrapped tightly around your neck as he sat up to thrust his hips into you even harder. "Don't hold it back, Y/N, cum for me."

Your movements became sloppy and the knot that once formed within your abdomen snapped; your cum milked his cock as you screamed his name, rolling your head back in an immense pleasure.

Douma let out a loud, guttural grunt as he came deep inside of you. The feeling of your warm insides filled with his slickly cum was something he craved so much since the day he laid his eyes on you. "That's my good girl. I think I can forgive you for that little thing from today."

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and hugged him, still letting him nestle his cock in you; gasping for air you barely understood what he was talking to you. His scent filled your nostrils and in the end, after calming down from your peak, you asked him quietly, "Aren't you mad at me anymore? I promise I won't be disobedient."

"If you keep that promise, I won't be mad. You know I like it when you listen to me, especially since I do a lot to take care of you," he said, slipping his hand in your hair, in the end resting it at the crown of your head, holding you there.

Slowly and carefully getting off of him, you looked him in the eyes. "Douma?"

"What is it, my little pet?"

"Do you really like me?"

"Obviously, I do. If I didn't, you would be dead as soon as you recovered. But here you are, and I am taking care of you."

After a few seconds of silence, you dropped another question. "Can I stay... Can I stay for the rest of the night with you?"

Douma rubbed his chin, pretending to think, before giving you a nod moments later. "Of course, I can't say no to my favorite girl."

After making yourself comfortable by his side, you blushed slightly, feeling your mixed, slick cums oozing out of your pussy. "Have you slept with your other worshippers, too?"

"Yes. I have been with both men and women before," he said simply with a little shrug. It wasn't anything special for him. "But it was a long time ago. Don't worry, you are my special girl, my one and only."

Your eyes widened and you truly wanted to comment and asked more questions about that, but you decided to stay quiet. Instead, you dropped yet another question. "Can I be a demon too?"

"Oh no, you are too cute for that," he chuckled and booped your nose. "But maybe one day, if I decide that I want you to stay with me for eternity, we'll think about that."

"So if you're a demon, my lord, are there other demons out there? I heard a lot of stories, and people were always talking, but I haven't seen one myself. Are they having their cults as well?"

"Oh yes, there are, and they won't hesitate to eat you up. So be grateful I took you into my care. With me, you will be safe," he assured you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "And no, they don't have cults, as far as I know."

After resting your head upon his chest, you went silent for a moment, only to return to asking questions again. "Are you going to devour me one day?"

Douma let out a loud laughter and shook his head. "I don't fancy playing with my food, and I have decided that I want you to stay with me. Of course, if you keep being a brat and completely strip me of my patience, with a heavy heart, but yes, I will devour you."

You shivered and tried to hide your head under his shoulder. "Can I meet other demons? Are you having demon friends? Are they coming here to devour people as well?"

He looked at you, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, we do have afternoon tea quite often, but none of my friends enjoy it. Quite a shame, truly, but oh well, that's their problem. And no, I am not letting any of them lay an eye, or even six, on you."

You gritted your teeth and shivered once again, not being sure if he was being serious. "Have I ever bumped into one of them, not being aware?"

Douma looked at you and placed his hand over your beating heart. "Well, since you are alive and here with me, the answer is no. You surely didn't bump into any demons without being aware."

You placed a few tiny kisses to his chest. "One last question, and I promise I'll let you rest. Why did you choose not to eat me once I was taken to your temple by your people? Oh, and are you the strongest demon? I think you must be."

Douma watched you, resting his head on his hand. "I just decided to let you live. Honestly, I planned to eat you as soon as you were nursed back to health, but I changed my mind," he shrugged a little, pointing at his eyes. "Not to brag, my dear, but I am the number two."

You once again tried to hide your head under his arm, but after a moment, you straddled his lap again, cupping his cheeks in your hands, taking a closer look into his eyes. Only then you noticed the number written in his irises. "Oh, my, how silly I was to not notice it! But truly, I don't care. To me, my lord is the strongest."

He grabbed your cheeks and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "That's my smart girl. This is how things should be, little one. You make me more proud with every moment when you're acting like a good, obedient pet."

After the kiss you looked him deeply in his eyes. "Aren't you tired, my lord?"

"No, I am fine but you can rest, as all humans do. I will make sure my little petal is safe."

"Lord Douma?"

"Hmmm?"

"I love you…"

Douma was taken aback by your confession of love to him. Since he was a child, he was unable to fully understand human emotions, and the concept of love was something foreign to him. He stared at you for a moment, trying to process your words. In the end, with a soft smile, he gently grasped your chin between his slender fingers and kissed the bridge of your pretty nose. "I appreciate your feelings, but love is not something that I am familiar with. I care for you deeply, that's the fact, but I do not know if I can reciprocate your feelings in the same way."

"I understand, my lord. It means the world to me still," you got off of him again and made yourself comfortable on his chest, oh he was so soft, even if a little cold. 

With time, your eyes started closing and eventually you drifted off to sleep.

All Douma knew was that he wanted to keep you around. It seemed like you were already a much better pet than the last one, but he was going to keep watching you with his careful eye. If you ever got on his nerves again, he wouldn't hesitate to get rid of you in the most brutal way possible.

This was so sweet!

KNY Headcanons: When The Uzui’s All Fall For the Same Woman

Featuring: Tengen Uzui, Hinatsuru Uzui, Makio Uzui, and Suma Uzui

TW: Mentions of pregnancy, brief mention of childbirth, family death, mostly fluff, mostly the Uzui’s simping over a pretty fiesty woman

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Hinatsuru

-The demons were defeated, humanity was saved, everything was right with the world now. Nobody had to fight anymore or risk their lives so new life could finally be created. Hinatsuru was the first of the Uzui Wives to fall pregnant, now round with the first heir to her beloved Tengen she found it a bit difficult to be useful around the large home.

-She tried her best to help the others with cleaning and maintaining the home but she grew tired far to quickly and she found herself constantly hungry.

-While out purchasing vegetables from the market her keen nose caught scent of a wonderfully delicious smell. Before she could realize it her feet carried her towards the smell until she arrived at a small family owned restaurant.

-“Welcome!”, a chipper voice called out from inside.

-Hinatsuru, although embarrassed by her salivating mouth, slowly entered the restaurant to be greeted by the most beautiful woman she’d ever laid her eyes on. She felt her heart skip a beat and felt her skin warm at the sight of the bustling woman.

-“Welcome Madam, please hav- oh.”, you stopped mid sentence noticing Hinatsuru’s round belly, “Oh I’m so sorry for making you wait. Here sit here on this bench, I’ll get an entra cushion for you to sit on.”

-Hinatsuru was awestrucked by your consideration and kindness, you seated her at a raised booth seat table with extra cushions to sit on. She was careful to sit and grateful for your help, “What can I get for you today madam?”, you asked sweetly pouring her a fresh cup of herbal tea.

-Hinatsuru lost in her lovestruck daze didn’t quite hear you but you were calm and patient waiting for her response. She blinked about four times before realizing you’d been speaking to her, “O-Oh! I’m so sorry…I…umm…everything sounds so good but I’m afraid it might be to heavy for me.”

-“We have a ramen in a light soy milk broth and the noodles are made from bread flour, and topped off with charred vegetables. Perfect to fill an empty stomach and revitalize a tired body.”, you offered her the perfect meal which she happily ordered.

-Hinatsuru was surprised by your consideration and kind heart, most people would often shun her or degrade her for being pregnant and wandering about unaccompanied by her husband but you were different. You looked at her with the fondest gaze, gave her a warm smile, and treated her like a proper woman.

-“Here you are Madam, please call out to me if you need anything else.”, you presented her food to her with a bow of your head, “Please enjoy.”

-Hinatsuru did indeed enjoy her meal, the broth was light and flavorful, the noodles perfectly cooked and bouncy, and the charred vegetables were the best addition to the meal. She was full and the warmth of the broth melted away the ache from her tired muscles and provided her the energy she needed to get home.

-“Thank you so much for the meal it was delicious. I wish you great success and patronage for your lovely restaurant.”, Hinatsuru hummed in delight ready to head home.

-You smiled at her kind words and took her bags from her while offering her your arm to hold, “Thank you kindly for your compliments, I called in a favor from a friend of mine to take you home. You shouldn’t overexert yourself, your health is just as important as the baby’s.”

-She was surprised to see a wagon waiting outside for her, “Mamoru you better take her straight home or I’m poisoning your food the next time you come in!”, you growled playfully tossing a bag of steamed buns at him.

-“I already said I would have some faith in me you brat! Just as mean as your father, you should learn to be more lady like for your own sake (Y/n)!”, the man whined before stuffing a bun in his mouth.

-Hinatsuru couldn’t help but smile at your friendly bickering, she placed her bags at the edge of the wagon ready to lift herself up but she was pleasantly surprised when she was raised up onto the wagon.

-“There you go. Be careful getting home miss, if you’re ever hungry again come back and visit us.”, you smiled gently setting her onto the wagon.

-Hinatsuru could feel the warmth in her face, her smile was giving her away but she couldn’t help her wildly beating heart. She was falling in love, without realizing she was being wooed by a kind waitress.

-The wagon slowly began to move and Hinatsuru gasped realizing she hadn’t properly thanked you for the ride, she quickly raised her arm up into the air to wave you goodbye. “Th-Thank you so much (Y/n), I’ll be back again soon. Thank you for the delicious meal.”, she shouted just loud enough for you to hear.

-You smiled and waved her off, on the ride home Hinatsuru inquired more about you from the wagon driver who was more than happy to spill everything he knew about you. Hearing that your kind disposition and playful demeanor were truly who you were made her smile grow.

-Eventually the wagon made it to the Uzui mansion where the rest of the family waited patiently for their pregnant wife to return home. Makio and Suma helped unload the bags while Tengen helped Hinatsuru down from the wagon. The three remaining Uzui members noticed a change in their round wife and it piqued their curiosity.

-“Hina what happened out there today? Was it something good, you’re smiling a lot right now.”, Tengen chuckled pressing a kiss to her temple.

-Hinatsuru was indeed smiling and it was a smile of love, “I met an Angel today.”, was all she could say before happily waddling back into the manor.

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Makio

-Hinatsuru had never been the same after that outing, she was far more bubbly and loving despite the pressure that came with being pregnant. Everyone else was curious but decided not to act on their instincts, everyone except Makio that is.

-She took it upon herself to investigate and quickly realized that Hinatsuru had fallen in love, now the question was with who?

-She followed Hina out on one of her weekly supply runs and found her admiring the hairpins at a local accessory vendor. She found one that seemed a bit odd for her taste and bought it before continuing through the town. Eventually she found her at a small family restaurant and followed her in.

-“Table for two please.”, Makio announced to the host, Hinatsuru froze once she realized she’d been caught. They were both quickly seated at a raised table and Makio glared daggers at her wife.

-“Care to explain yourself?”, she growled.

-Hinatsuru opened her mouth to say something only to be interrupted by a sweet boisterous voice, “Hina! Look how big you’ve gotten, I’m sure you’ve got a healthy baby boy in there.”

-Makio noticed Hinatsuru’s body soften up and the smile that graced her face once another woman arrived at the table. “A friend?”, Makio thought watching as the woman hugged Hinatsuru tight around her shoulders.

-“What can I get for you today? Any special cravings?”, the woman asked.

-“Hmm something a bit spicy and my regular tea please.”, Hina ordered, flashing a pleading glare at Makio to behave. The waitress smiled and turned to Makio ready to take her order, “I…I’ll take an order of spicy tuna onigiri please.”, Makio requested in a stumbled voice.

-“Of course madam, right away. By the way you have very lovely eyes.”

-Makio felt her heart skip a beat at such a straightforward comment, no one was ever so bold to openly praise her like this let alone another woman. Once the waitress left she leaned forward with a judging stare, “Is she who you’ve been coming to see every week?”, she growled.

-Hinatsuru didn’t hesitate to say ‘yes’. “Can you blame me? (Y/n) is just so charming and considerate, you’d love her if you’d give her a chance.”

-“Hina we are married. Lord Tengen has three wives, three, and you’re pregnant! Why would you fall in love with someone else at such a delicate time?”, Makio growled.

-Hina’s smile dropped just a bit, she couldn’t help but sigh easily understanding what Makio meant, “Remember when we were talking about how the manor seemed to be lacking something? I think the manor was lacking the person who could truly make home feel like home. Ever since peace came to Japan it’s felt like we’ve been growing distant despite our shared joy over my pregnancy. I think that (Y/n) is the piece we’ve been missing. She’s kind hearted, playful, mischievous, reliable, she’s just…so lovely.”, Hina hummed in content.

-Makio groaned listening to every word that came from her pregnant wife, it was true that the family lacked something. A spark you could say, but Makio was almost certain that it was just everyone’s need for a baby not so much another person to love.

-She gave it a try, she properly greeted you and talked with you while you worked. No matter how she tried to sway the conversation you followed her lead, listening to her, adding a comment here and there. You were so easy to get along with, Makio could finally understand what Hina meant.

-While sharing a conversation a robber barged in with a gun pointing it at anyone that moved, Makio stood up tall pulling her kunai from her thigh but stopped when she felt a warm grip on her arm. You were stopping her, “Protect Miss Hina.”, you ordered, the light in your eyes slowly fading as you tied up your hair and sleeves.

-Makio did as told and watched as you slowly moved towards the rogue robber, everyone stayed still while you kept direct eye contact with your opponent. He was inexperienced, you could tell from his stance and from the rattling of his arm, “I feel sorry for you.”, you sighed throwing a plate in the air that his frenzied eyes followed.

-While he was distracted you rushed for his wrist and stabbed his wrist with your hairpin forcing him to drop the gun. You were strategic and cold with your movements, as quickly as he’d entered you’d incapacitated him and knocked him unconscious by slamming the back of his head into the wall.

-“Did she just-“ “She sure did Makio. (Y/n)’s not trained like us but she knows a thing or two about self defense.”, Hinatsuru sighed in relief knowing that everyone was now safe.

-The restaurant was closed early that day because of the incident and the two Uzui wives noticed the sudden sadness in your eyes. Your favorite hairpin had broken because of the excessive force you used to stab the man and now you were upset about it. Makio noticed this and remembered the hairpin that Hinatsuru had purchased earlier. “This was for her wasn’t it?”, Makio smiled.

-Your wagon driver friend was taking the Uzui wives home again and Hina nodded from her place on the edge of the cart. Makio smiled and ran to thank you for protecting them, she hugged you tight which certain helped your mood a bit. “Here this is for you, thank you so much for today. We’ll be back.”, Makio smiled placing the box in your hand before running off.

-The cart was almost out of sight when you finally decided to open the box, your smile widened and a blush formed across your face from ear to ear, it was a new hairpin just for you. “Those ladies are so sweet.”, you hummed feeling your heart skip a beat.

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Suma Uzui

-Now Suma was a surprise to the whole family because she already knew you beforehand, on a rather stressful day you’d helped her in the market when her bag had ripped and her produce had been trampled on by a carriage. She was in tears, a blubbering mess really but you were there to lend a helping hand.

-“Miss?”, you called out offering her your hand, “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be on the floor crying, here give me your hand.”

-She took your hand and sniffled while trying to wipe away her tears, you smiled softly at her and gently wiped away her tears with the sleeves of your kimono. “No need to cry, everything will be alright, here I’ll help you.”, you offered her your arm before leading her back into the market. The produce owner that she’d just bought from replaced everything for her after you’d whispered something into his ear.

-Although you seemed like a fair innocent woman you were in fact a intellectual and conniving person with knowledge about several misdeeds from everyone in town. You only played dirty with those who deserved it and a man that charges a poor woman double for his poor produce was certainly an example.

-Suma thanked you for the help and offered you an apple as a thank you since she had nothing else, you smiled and took the token of appreciation before giving her something in exchange. A small box of homemade daifuku mochi, she gasped in surprise and felt her stomach grumble to the thought of eating the mochi.

-You two exhanged goodbyes and she noticed a pretty little moon shaped charm dangling in your hair, she recalled the stories that Makio and Hinatsuru had shared with her about a kind hearted woman that looked like a goddess and gasped realizing it was you.

-It wasn’t much of a surprise when you two met again at the family restaurant when she went back with Makio and Hinatsuru. Months had passed and Hina was close to delivering so she wouldn’t be able to visit anymore after today. The moment Suma saw you in the male restaurant uniform she gasped loudly in shock and pointed at you a bit dramatically.

-Makio knocked a heavy punch into the back of her head forcing her to behave and sit down, you laughed and argued with Makio not to be mean and gently rubbed the back of Suma’s head with your gentle hand.

-Just like the other Suma was bewitched by you, your personality allowed you to fit perfectly with everyone and you protected Suma from any unnecessary pain that Makio tried to cause her. You all chatted away like old friends completely lost in conversation and the food you prepared, Suma felt the spark just like the others. There was love in your eyes for each of them but you knew better then to act on it.

-The three Uzui wives left that say happy to see you and didn’t return until about two weeks later when Suma arrived at the restaurant in tears, “(Y/n)! (Y/n) please you have to come with me!”, she cried out panting for breath.

-“Su! Suma what’s the matter? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”, you screamed in a panic noticing her collapse at the entryway.

-Suma clung to you in tears, “H-Hina…th-the baby. The baby is coming but the midwife won’t make it in time, we need help please, we aren’t sure what to do!”, she cried begging you to help.

-You dropped everything at that very moment, th restaurant owner shouted at you to get back to work but you couldn’t knowing that the Uzui family needed you. You picked Suma up without hesitation and rushed out to Mamoru to ask for his horse. Naturally he was swayed by money and allowed you to take his horse, you helped Suma on before jumping on yourself and rode back to the Manor.

-She enough you could hear Hinatsuru’s screams of pain, you barged in and at that moment you met Lord Tengen who watched on in pain seeing Hinatsuru suffering. “Makio…get me a pail of warm water, Suma get me extra mats or sheets for the mess.”, you instructed calmly.

-“And who do you think you are?”, Tengen growled standing up and towering over you for being here at such a delicate time.

-“(Y-Y/n)!”, Hina cried from her place on the floor.

-You glared at Tengen who stood in your way and coldly stated, “Mortality rates are high during child birth, I’m the best shot you’ve got at keeping Hina and the baby alive. Now move and get out of my way.”

-Tengen was shocked by your attitude but your eyes showed how you truly felt, you were just as scared as him, but you were ready to help any way that you could. Tengen stepped aside allowing you to go to Hinatsuru, “It’s alright, everything will be okay now. Just bare with me.”, you begged softly pressing a delicate kiss to her clammy forehead.

-Suma and Makio arrived with the things you’d requested and you asked Tengen to find you a long rope or sash, he followed your command without question and returned with the labor rope and the pulley for it. Makio and Tengen both jumped up to the raptors above to tie the pulley and prepare the rope while you began to count Hina’s contractions.

-“Suma, Makio, stay here and help me. Lord Tengen I apologize for my boldness but I must ask you to leave, this isn’t something men should see.”, you ordered him out with the promise that Hina would be okay. Tengen nodded his head sitting outside of the room and guarding the door while you all helped Hina give birth. It was a long and exhausting process, her screams echoed through the manor for what seemed like hours but eventually the small cry of an infant echoed through the Manor.

-Tengen waited patiently to be let into the room, Suma was the one to get him. She was in tears, smiling and praising him for the family’s first baby. Makio was inside supporting Hinatsuru’s head on her thighs while the baby softly cried on her bare chest. “It’s a boy, a healthy baby boy.”, Hina smiled.

-Tengen smiled back at his tired wife and looked around for any signs of you to thank you but you were no where to be found. The room was cleaned of any mess and you were long gone, faded away into the night to allow the family their chance of peace and happiness.

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Tengen Uzui

-Six days! You had disappeared for six days after the birth of his son and you were no where to be found. Tengen was furious with you, how dare you come into his home order him around and then leave like that when he was just starting to like you.

-Lord Tengen was a force to be reckoned with, a retired demon slayer, a former shinobi, and powerful regardless of his missing arm and eye. Everyone knew better then to be in his way especially now since he looked like a man on a mission. He arrived at the family restaurant that Makio had told him about and was ready to carry you away back home but something was different.

-“Excuse me but where is your waitress? Miss (Y/n), is she in?”, Tengen asked confidently, peering around the restaurant for any sign of you.

-You boss, the owner of the restaurant, scoffed in annoyance and muttered something about you being at the graveyard nearby. Tengen was curious why you’d be at such a sad place but simply kept to himself and left without bothering much more.

-Sure enough he found you in the graveyard, kneeling in front of a large tombstone that you’d just cleaned, “Father I hope you can hear me, I hope you can find it in you to be happy for me despite never being able to provide you the grandchild you wanted so much. I never got to experience the love you and mom had but I finally got a glimpse of it. I finally got to see what true love was and experience what a family was.”, you spoke aloud to yourself.

-Tengen made his presence known with a small cough which quickly gained your attention, you gasped seeing him and he could only smile at you as he joined you in the ground and paid his respect to your family.

-“Shouldn’t you be at home taking care of Hina?”, you growled.

-“Shouldn’t you have stayed so we could’ve thanked you for all your hard work? The midwife and doctor both passed Hinatsuru and the baby with a clean bill of health and it was all thanks to you.”, Tengen smiled, gently resting his hand on your head to comfort you.

-You fell silent to the news but ultimately nodded your head as fresh tears started to fall from your eyes, “Th-That’s good…I’m glad they’re both fine and loved.”, you sobbed.

-Tengen didn’t like seeing you cry like this and gently wiped away your tears with his thumb, “Now don’t cry, it’s not very becoming of a woman like you. I like it better when you’re snarky and happy then when you cry.”, he chuckled.

-You couldn’t help but chuckle at his bursting overconfidence, how could he speak so casually to you like this? He had three wives, three, waiting for him at home with his first son. “Why are you here Lord Tengen?”, you asked.

-“Hinatsuru refuses to eat anything we give her, she was never this stubborn until she met you. She said she won’t take care of herself till you come home, you’re unmarried right? You’re boss is your guardian who treats you like dirt doesn’t he? Let me take you away from that, allow me the chance to see what charms you used to make all my wives fall in love with you.”, Tengen answered you boldly already prepared to not take no as an answer.

-You were surprised to hear such a bold demand from him but the smile on your face gave away how you felt, without having to answer Tengen smiled and tossed you over his shoulder with one arm and carried you all the way back home. You protested with him that you could walk and flailed in his arms only to be slapped on your butt by him.

-“You are such a perverted old geezer!”, you growled, punching his back.

-“I am not! You just don’t know when to behave!”, he huffed.

-You two bickered all the way home, Tengen liked your attitude it was refreshing and honestly motherly. You indeed were the missing piece to the family, a fifth pillar of support to all with the social skills necessary for day to day life. The moment the girls saw your tears poured from everyone’s eyes. Suma lunged at you first sobbing that she was angry with you for disappearing like that, Makio smacked you in the back of the head for leaving before hugging you and Hinatsuru… Hinatsuru was just relieved to see her precious Angel again.

-Here you were wanted, you were loved, you were a family and nobody would dare let you go again. You became (Y/n) Uzui the day Hinatsuru fell in love with you and nothing could ever change that.

Muichiro Tokito

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Fading ✩