Goose

Hatred and shame clawed his guts into shreds the first night he held you in his arms. How could he have let this happen? He *has* to use this rare opportunity to kill you, but Sanemi’s hand was trembling when he reached for the blade beneath his pillow. He just couldn’t do it.

You were truly a weird demon. You insist on not needing to eat humans to survive, yet drool drips out the corners of your mouth whenever he comes home with a new wound that needed tending, which you so graciously offered to take of every time.

Sanemi hates it. He hates it so much how he has caught himself wasting thoughts on worrying about you, if you are safe from the sun or starving. He hates himself for itching to touch you again, pull you into a stiff hug until he melts like putty in your hands. He hates it that he feels like this for a demon.

Surely you are using him to gather some kind of intel for your master or something. Perhaps you are waiting on him coming home one day and collapsing on the floor, a meal laid out for you to eat, but at the same time he wants to believe that you don’t want these things.

Sanemi swore on his dead mother’s grave that he *will* behead you one day. But for now, he’ll be selfish and savour this as long as he can, even if it does makes him want to kill himself in shame.

~~~

“Don’t fucking touch me like that.” Sanemi mumbled lowly, his arm flinching away violently at your brief touch. Your fingers grazed up his forearm, teasing his skin. “Don’t be silly, I can take care of this.”

A hiss escaped his lips as you traced the bleeding gash on his bicep. “Hold still, darling.” You cooed softly, earning a grunt from him in response. Moving away, you took a medical sewing kit into your hand and began to work on closing his wound cleanly. “Such a good boy you are for me.” You praised after finishing the last stich.

Sanemi growled and ripped his arm away from your hold, briefly inspecting your work. He doesn’t want to admit it, but it wasn’t half bad. “It’ll do.”

“Would you like me to kiss it better? I heard that helps.”

“… Eugh, fine. Whatever. Here.”

(….)

(….)

“Did you just fucking lick me.”

Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira — Diehard.

His familiy has been protecting humans and serving the Demon Slayer Corps for generations, almost dating all the way back to the Sengoku Era, and never once in all those centuries has a Rengoku bring shame upon their family and family name.

But the day will soon come where Kyojuro will have to tell his father about his soulmate, inform Kagaya of his fundamental betrayal of the corps and the people, and the day Kyojuro’s honour will be stripper and torn into shreds.

He knows what a true fighter will do then to regain some of that honour, but he is not sure if he should be thinking about Seppuku right now.

Currently he has the reason of his future disgrace in the room with him, smiling all too warmly at him as if nothing ever was wrong. You so easily manipulated Kyojuro in your hands, letting him melt before moulding him into the person you want him to be; a perfect, caring human partner.

He could never bring himself to end your life. How could he? You never attacked him or any other human (as far as he knows), you willingly remained cooper up in his mansion given by the demon slayer corps and always tended to him when needed to. You are being so caring and soft, holding him in your arms until he falls asleep, hoping to never wake up from this dream. The thought of another slayer finding you and lifting their sword for the final cut makes his gut wrench, mind reel and hands act on their own.

That thought became something much more horrid.

~~~

“Kyo… you did so well.” Your cold hand brushing over his neck made him flinch violently, almost slipping on the pool of blood beneath him. His eyes were fixated on the body lying below his feet. A young man, promising slayer, his head further away from the rest of him. Kyojuro’s blade was still trembling in his hands.

“I-I didn’t mean to!” “Lower your voice.” You shushed him, hands now on his shoulders to try and calm him. “He attacked you! Wh-What should I-I’ve…?”

Panic rose inside his body and you could tell your hashira was close to his breaking point, if not tipped over it already. Gently, you took his katana out of his hands.

“Go take a warm bath. I’ll bring you dinner over soon. I’ll take good care of this.” Your breath caressed his ear as you whispered, making him shudder. Kyojuro’s chest weaved, his hands still trembling but slowly falling to his sides. His eyes watched how bloody footsteps trailed behind him as he stumbled into the bathhouse.

His mind was empty. His eyes were glossed over and staring at nothing in particular. His heart was on its best way to beat out of his chest, a death he would happily embrace right now.

But this was okay. You’ll get rid of the body and it’ll be like nothing ever happened, you always take care of him like that.

It was worth protecting you and the slayer’s fault for wanting to lay a hand on you. This was the right thing to do.

Yes. Yes it was.

Gyomei Himejima // Stone Hashira — Caring.

You are something to be protected. A demon like you who is so similar in behaviour to Nezuko, meaning you swore to him that you don’t eat human flesh, must be kept safe. Even if you are of foul blood, you can be redeemed, and Gyomei is incredibly eager to try to help you out.

He barely feels any guilt for going against the corps principles since he still is following his moral compass. As long as you behave, everything is perfectly fine.

Gyomei never believed that he fell in love with you. The bond you two share was much different. Deeper, more, closer.

He is very loving with you though, soothing you with his voice and his hands brushing over your back while you were hunched over, cramping up and writhing in agony of not having anything nourishing to eat in you. He mumbles soft mantras for strength while his warm palms brush back and forth over your cool thighs, making you shudder slightly. The sensation of warm against cool helped getting you distracted.

Gyomei knows your true nature and that he has to kill you at one point, but for now, he’ll savour the time he has with you.

Trying to avoid the unavoidable, he attempts to teach you to get your energy for living through other ways like sleeping and resting, but much to his disappointment, it never worked.

~~~

Gyomei smelled you before you could make your presence known. It was a scent he knew too well— metallic, sharp and overwhelmingly horrid. Blood. And not little.

“My pearl, are you hurt? What happened?”His palms brushed over your shoulders and down to your arms, searching for any injury. He felt no open wound, his hand yet covered in the hot blood. Tears began flowing down his face.

Your shaky hands gripped his forearm. “I-I’m sorry, I-I just was so hungry, and she was right there—“

You felt his whole body tense, but he did no effort to move away. Gyomei didn’t even look disgusted. “I understand. You followed your instincts, I cannot… blame you.”

His finger brushed through your hair briefly, feeling the matted strands being stuck together by crusted blood. “And the body? Where..”

“It’s gone. Only bones.” You mumbled. Both of you stood there silently for a moment until the man holding your face took a deep breath.

“Very well. You did good. I’ll prepare a warm bath for you to get you clean. Go choose some oils you’d like.” He gently nudged you to the bathroom.

Your head hung low as you did your walk of shame while Gyomei stood in place. He took his red-beaded necklace from his neck and gripped it tightly in his hand, closing his eyes for a brief prayer.

Whatever god there may be out there, may they grant him forgiveness because he has never felt more aroused than right now in his entire life.

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!!

I really, really really hate flying and airplanes in general so I had go distract myself somehow 😭 I oun’t even know what came over me idk I hope this isn’t too weird for you guys 😭😭 Uhhh yea… anyways let me know what you think? :,)

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!