❝hm.❞ the hashira hums to herself. ❝ another slayer that carrys a demon? How curious. I didnt think the corps would allow that once more after the stunt i pulled❞ she muses, voice quiet. She looks Tanjiro up and down, almost analyzing him. Before walking over and simply ruffling his hair.

He doesn’t say anything about the touch—Tanjiro doesn’t mind it, anyway—, attentive to Amaya’s words way more in comparison to her actions.

“ W-Wait, I’m not the first one?! ”

He whispers. When his sister is mentioned, Tanjiro’s eyes softened a little with a hum and a nod.

“ Yeah, she’s my sister. Her name is Nezuko! It’s complicated, but... we’ll go through this together. ”

“ And if you don’t mind me asking... what about you and her? ”

Tanjiro is indecisive about wether agree with her behaviour or not, but not even for a second he considered judging it.

(@thefadedpolaroids oc)

**DWTD Misaki AU**

"Leashed? Can these Lower Ranks get any more pathetic, sister?" Veins crawl beneath his face as his grip tightens on his chemistry beaker.

She didn't know how the hell she'd gone from the cage in the corner of Amaya's study to the arms of a demoness nearly three feet taller than her. A moment later, she was thrown roughly onto the floor.

A shiver ran up her spine.

That feeling could only mean one thing.

She was in the presence of someone who had haunted her nightmares for decades.

Even though she was no longer one of the Lower Moons, her body reacted before her mind could. She immediately dropped into a bow, pressing her forehead against the cold floor, every muscle trembling as instinct demanded absolute submission.

His eyes flicker with recognition. After so many years, this demon somehow had survived against all odds, even while being in the mere presence of a Hashira. He sensed a change--this demon had her own sense of survivability. She was...different, it seemed.

But why would she be living with a Hashira? Which kind of Hashira would tolerate a former member of the Twelve Kizuki anywhere near themselves? It almost seemed impossible. It seemed like a faraway dream.

Yet here she was, in the flesh and blood, ripping the muzzle from her face like a feral beast.

Muzan hoped she knew her place when she was next to him.

And then...a smile.

Kurohana could barely breathe. Even though his tone had shifted from absolute fury to something almost... sickeningly sweet, her body refused to relax. If anything, it only made him more terrifying. She had learned long ago that Muzan's gentle voice ment he was going want something from her.

Her claws dug into the wooden floor as her breathing grew shallow. Every instinct screamed at her to make herself smaller.to be quieter, more obedient, more useful. The habits she'd spent decades trying to bury resurfaced in an instant beneath his gaze.

❝...Yes, Muzan-sama. ❞ Her voice came out hoarse from years of disuse, barely above a whisper. His name tasted like ash on her tongue. She hadn't spoken it in years. The honorific slipped out before she could stop herself, dragged from the deepest corners of her memory by instinct alone.

She hated how easily her body remembered.

❝hm.❞ the hashira hums to herself. ❝ another slayer that carrys a demon? How curious. I didnt think the corps would allow that once more after the stunt i pulled❞ she muses, voice quiet. She looks Tanjiro up and down, almost analyzing him. Before walking over and simply ruffling his hair.

He doesn’t say anything about the touch—Tanjiro doesn’t mind it, anyway—, attentive to Amaya’s words way more in comparison to her actions.

“ W-Wait, I’m not the first one?! ”

He whispers. When his sister is mentioned, Tanjiro’s eyes softened a little with a hum and a nod.

“ Yeah, she’s my sister. Her name is Nezuko! It’s complicated, but... we’ll go through this together. ”

“ And if you don’t mind me asking... what about you and her? ”

(@thefadedpolaroids oc)

**DWTD Misaki AU**

"Leashed? Can these Lower Ranks get any more pathetic, sister?" Veins crawl beneath his face as his grip tightens on his chemistry beaker.

She didn't know how the hell she'd gone from the cage in the corner of Amaya's study to the arms of a demoness nearly three feet taller than her. A moment later, she was thrown roughly onto the floor.

A shiver ran up her spine.

That feeling could only mean one thing.

She was in the presence of someone who had haunted her nightmares for decades.

Even though she was no longer one of the Lower Moons, her body reacted before her mind could. She immediately dropped into a bow, pressing her forehead against the cold floor, every muscle trembling as instinct demanded absolute submission.

❝hm.❞ the hashira hums to herself. ❝ another slayer that carrys a demon? How curious. I didnt think the corps would allow that once more after the stunt i pulled❞ she muses, voice quiet. She looks Tanjiro up and down, almost analyzing him. Before walking over and simply ruffling his hair.

He doesn’t say anything about the touch—Tanjiro doesn’t mind it, anyway—, attentive to Amaya’s words way more in comparison to her actions.

“ W-Wait, I’m not the first one?! ”

(@thefadedpolaroids oc)

**DWTD Misaki AU**

"Leashed? Can these Lower Ranks get any more pathetic, sister?" Veins crawl beneath his face as his grip tightens on his chemistry beaker.

She didn't know how the hell she'd gone from the cage in the corner of Amaya's study to the arms of a demoness nearly three feet taller than her. A moment later, she was thrown roughly onto the floor.

A shiver ran up her spine.

That feeling could only mean one thing.

She was in the presence of someone who had haunted her nightmares for decades.

Even though she was no longer one of the Lower Moons, her body reacted before her mind could. She immediately dropped into a bow, pressing her forehead against the cold floor, every muscle trembling as instinct demanded absolute submission.