Hello there strangers. This is a remake of my old introductions and updated version.
Fandoms I write for
Bungo Stray Dogs
OMORI
Identity V
Hazbin Hotel
Demon sayer
I would also warn that I'm barely going back into Hazbin Hotel so I apologize if characters are out of their personalities. I would also say that this is a Yandere blog so if you're uncomfortable with these types of stuff I would suggest you leave this blog.
Types of stuff I write
Fluff
Smut
Gore/horror
Angst
Funny/unhinged
Platonic
I would like to mention that if characters you ask are underage it would be strictly platonic. Like I said before I'm a yandere blog so underage characters behave would be based on personality. (If that makes sense) If the reader requests y/n to be a child with an adult character it would be platonic.
Things I don't write
Underage smut
Pedophile or other strange things
Weird kinks (trust me I had requests about weird kinks on Wattpad)
Non-consensual smut
And female reader
Female readers are still welcome to stay but y/n would be Gender neutral for all. I do accept male readers but if gender is not specific it would be Gender neutral.
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Hello there! I have a request for Yandere Demon Slayer!
I’ve been thinking about this for a while but can you make a story of Yandere Aoi x reader (who is a grown boy) after he was raised by her as a baby, he was now a grown boy who wants to see the world yet Aoi never allowed him outside saying: ‘I’m your only world you can live in.’ but the boy keeps persisting; even sneaking out in late nights where everyone’s sleeping. But eventually, she knows and caught him and then traps him in a cage saying: ‘You’re not going anywhere! You’re always mine in my arms.’ but the boy keeps persisting and manages to escape from the cage that he found a way out through a window and ran off into the woods away from the mansion desperately finding a city which can be very far.
“You Are My World”
Fandom-Demon slayer
Platonic Aoi + male son reader
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You don’t remember your birth parents.
Your earliest memory is of warm hands—smaller than a mother’s, but firm. Steady. A soft lullaby in your ear as someone carried you through the moonlight, wrapped in cloth that smelled faintly of herbs and ashes.
You must have been no older than two when Aoi found you.
You would come to learn the story over time: your parents had abandoned you at the edge of the Butterfly Mansion, an unwanted burden left at the doorstep of a place too busy saving others to take in one more child. No family, no name. No one to cry for you.
Except her.
A young girl back then, Aoi Kanzaki had scooped you into her arms and whispered, “You’re not alone. I’ll take care of you now.”
And she never let go.
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Years passed.
And she kept her promise.
She raised you with patience and precision. Fed you three meals a day. Taught you how to read and write. She pressed cool cloths to your forehead when you were sick. She scolded you when you broke a plate. She sang to you in the dark when thunder rolled across the hills.
She never let anyone else near you.
At first, you thought it was normal. The Butterfly Mansion was quiet, huge, and mostly empty. The few other girls who wandered its halls were older, constantly away on assignments. If they ever caught sight of you, it was brief. You weren’t allowed to speak to them. You weren’t allowed outside the inner courtyard. Aoi said it was dangerous. Said the world beyond the mansion was cruel.
“Everything you need is here,” she’d say, brushing your hair with infinite gentleness. “You’re safe with me.”
She only ever smiled for you. Never for herself. Not for the few visitors who came to the mansion’s door and left with distant eyes after a quiet conversation with her.
And when you asked what it was like outside—outside the walls, beyond the trees—her answer was always the same:
“The world is full of pain, Y/N. You don’t need it. I am your world. Stay here. Stay with me.”
You tried to obey.
You really did.
But you were growing.
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By fifteen, the questions were too loud to ignore.
Why were the garden walls so tall? Why did the front gates always stay locked? Why had you never seen a city, a town, even another boy your age?
The books she gave you were censored, edited, carefully selected—classical poetry, histories, herbology. But eventually, she slipped up. Gave you an old text with torn pages and yellowed corners. And in that book: maps. Illustrations. Words like port, festival, village.
The world was vast. Alive.
You were not.
You were a well-fed prisoner in a mansion of fading flowers and tightening silk.
So you stopped obeying.
You started watching.
Every time she left a key too close to the table’s edge. Every time she turned her back to fetch tea. Every door she locked, every drawer she forgot to check twice.
You started practicing your footsteps at night, learning which tatami creaked. You carved the shape of the gate’s bolt into your mind. You memorized the sky—watched how the moon drifted above the trees, mapping its path, learning how far the sun had to rise before she woke.
You waited.
You planned.
And when you turned eighteen—you ran.
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It was late. The air was crisp, the moon hung low, and your hands trembled as they slid the bolt loose.
You wore no shoes. Just the old haori she gave you and a satchel of dried rice you stole from the kitchen.
The garden stretched out like a dream—silent, silvered in moonlight. For a moment, it almost stopped you. All the good memories. All the warmth.
But a memory is not a home.
And you weren’t a child anymore.
You fled into the woods.
The trees swallowed you whole.
You ran until your legs burned. Until your chest ached. Until the stars blinked overhead and the air turned cold and biting.
You kept running.
You—
Fell.
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You woke to pain.
Dull. Numb. Spreading from the back of your skull to your jaw.
The world was blurry. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air.
And when your vision cleared—you were no longer in your room.
You were in a cage.
Wooden. Reinforced. Large enough to sit, not stand. Your ankle was shackled to a heavy base. The floor beneath you was a smooth, polished surface—some unused corridor of the house, far from windows, far from doors.
And there she was.
Aoi.
Kneeling outside the cage, eyes wide, her sewing set on the floor beside her, thread trailing between her fingers like webbing.
“You tried to leave,” she said, her voice too calm. “You… really tried.”
You reached for the bars. “Aoi—please—what are you doing?!”
Her smile trembled.
“I raised you. I gave you everything. You want to leave me?”
Tears brimmed in your eyes. “I just wanted to see the world! Aoi—this isn’t living!”
She inched forward.
“You’re my baby,” she whispered. “You grew up in my arms. I protected you. I never let the world touch you. I never let it hurt you. And now you want to throw it all away?”
You flinched as she reached through the bars, her hand caressing your cheek like you were still small.
“You don’t need anyone else. You don’t need cities or people or places that don’t love you. I’m all you need. You’re mine. You always have been.”
You didn’t sleep that night. Or the night after.
She brought you meals. Changed your bedding. Read to you through the bars like everything was normal. Like you were just sick. Resting. Healing.
But the cage never opened.
And neither did the door to the hall.
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You counted the days by how many times the lanterns were replaced.
She never noticed when you stopped eating.
She didn’t notice when you pocketed a bent nail from the baseboard or kept the shard of porcelain from the broken rice bowl.
You waited.
Again.
And when her nightly tea was poured—her habit, always precisely at dusk—you made your move.
The shackle came loose with a few scrapes of metal. Your skin tore, but you didn’t care. You shoved the cage’s base upward, found the flaw in the wood, and squeezed through.
Your heart raced. Your breath was silent. You crawled along the hallway, barefoot, bloodied.
The old window above the medicine shelf. The crack in the frame.
You rammed it with your shoulder. It shattered.
The wind hit you like a blade.
And you ran.
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Branches tore your skin. Leaves slapped your face. You didn’t stop. You didn’t look back.
Behind you, somewhere in the house, a voice howled like grief incarnate.
“Y/N!!”
You pushed harder.
“COME BACK TO ME!!”
Your chest burned. Your legs buckled.
“YOU’LL DIE OUT THERE! THEY’LL HURT YOU!!”
You stumbled. Kept going.
“YOU’RE MINE!”
Her voice shattered against the trees.
“I’LL FIND YOU AGAIN—YOU HEAR ME?! I’LL ALWAYS FIND YOU!”
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But you didn’t stop.
And slowly, impossibly—light broke through the trees ahead.
Faint. Flickering.
A lantern? A street?
No… brighter.
A city.
Real.
You fell to your knees at the edge of the road, lungs clawing for air, tears carving lines down your face.
You had made it.
You were free.
But somewhere—far behind you in the woods—her voice still echoed in your mind like a lullaby long past spoiled:
Hi there! I've yet another scenario that's been stuck in my mind since forever. I'm gonna call the characters LIs (lover interests) here. They include the Hashiras, Yushirou and Lady Tamayo. If you don't write for the latter 2, feel free to stick with the Hashiras only 🤗
How would yandere LIs react to y/n rejecting their love confession? However, it isn't because y/n doesn't love them. Quite the contrary, y/n likes them greatly but it isn't romantic love yet. They're always fixated on the idea that they aren't worthy of the LIs' love and that the LIs deserve someone else much better. It could be y/n's own self-deprecation or a negative thought that was drilled into their mind, like they were raised that way or sth.
Y/n even resorts to listing anything and everything bad about themselves in hopes of getting the LIs to fall out of love with them for good, or at least scare them away. Y/n keeps urging the LIs to find someone who can love and treasure them properly as they deserve. In their innocent minds, the LIs' happiness matters more and y/n is happy if the LIs are happy, even if it's not with y/n. They strongly believe in the saying of "if you love someone, you let them go."
As always, take your time and have a great day!
Here you go! Sorry for the wait I’ve kinda forgotten about everything around me lately lol. I hope you enjoy!
Giyu Tomioka
Giyu is a man of few words, but when he confesses, it’s after a long internal battle. His heart is pounding, voice quiet but steady as he tells you he loves you. When you reject him, his silence is deafening.
At first, he thinks you don’t return his feelings and prepares to leave with quiet grace—until you start listing your “flaws.”
Your hands shake as you murmur things like,
“I’m not strong like you.”
“I’m too quiet.”
“I’m not beautiful.”
“You deserve someone brave… someone better.”
That’s when his expression breaks. Not into anger, but deep, stormy grief.
“You think I don’t know what it’s like to feel unworthy?” His voice cracks faintly.
“I thought the same of myself. That I didn’t deserve to live. That I didn’t deserve Sabito’s forgiveness… but you made me feel like I could be more.”
He steps forward, hesitant but intense. “If loving someone means letting them go, then I refuse. I won’t be happy without you. You’re not leaving me behind.”
Giyu won’t force you to love him back right away—but he’ll stay close. Watchful. Protective. “I’ll wait. But don’t expect me to love anyone else. I already found who I want.”
Shinobu Kocho
She smiles as she confesses, voice sweet, almost teasing. But behind her lavender eyes is raw sincerity. When you gently push her hand away and shake your head, she goes quiet.
You say it’s not her—it’s you. And then you start listing everything “wrong” with yourself. She listens… and then chuckles.
“Oh dear… you really don’t understand, do you?”
There’s something eerie about how calm she remains as you tell her she should love someone who deserves her. “Someone smarter, kinder, prettier, stronger.”
“You’re not trying to protect me, love,” she says softly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You’re trying to hurt yourself through me. But that’s not how this works.”
You flinch when her tone shifts from gentle to possessive. “I’ve made my choice. I don’t want someone else. I want you. If you’re broken, then I’ll love every cracked piece.”
Shinobu doesn’t mind if it takes time. But she’s not giving you up. Not now. Not ever.
She’ll stay smiling—while making sure you never try that little self-sacrificial act again.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi is furious—but not at you. At himself. At whoever made you think so little of yourself.
You barely finish listing your “flaws” before he grabs your shoulders, shaking with restraint. “Who the hell told you that crap? Who made you believe that?”
You try to explain—family, your own thoughts, fear—but he cuts you off. “No. You don’t get to say that. Not to me. I’ve seen real monsters. You’re not one of them.”
When you say he deserves better, Sanemi’s face darkens. “Better? I’ve killed, bled, and suffered so much—I don’t want perfect. I want you.”
He’s emotional, raw, loud—but you feel his hands tremble.
“You think I’d ever fall out of love with you? That I’d ever leave you? Too late. I’m already yours.”
From that day forward, Sanemi becomes your fiercest defender—especially from your own mind.
Kyojuro Rengoku
When Rengoku confesses, it’s with unwavering passion. His voice is strong, eyes blazing with sincerity, full of warmth and hope. He doesn’t do things halfway—his love is a wildfire, and when you shake your head and reject him, he falters for the first time in what feels like forever.
“You… don’t feel the same?” he asks, confusion and pain lacing his voice.
But then you say it:
“It’s not that I don’t love you. I just… I’m not worthy of you, Kyojuro. You deserve someone amazing, not someone like me.”
You try to smile while your voice shakes, rattling off every little insecurity, every reason you believe you’re not enough. But it doesn’t push him away.
Instead, he drops to his knees in front of you and gently takes your hands in his.
“Don’t say that. Never again.”
His voice breaks. Just once.
“I don’t love you because you’re perfect. I love you because you’re you. Brave. Honest. Gentle. Even when you’re hurting.”
He presses his forehead to your knuckles, reverent. “If I’m worthy of anything in this world, let it be you.”
From that moment, he becomes your eternal flame—burning away every doubt and reminding you, again and again, how much you mean to him.
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Mitsuri Kanroji
Her confession is teary-eyed, bubbly, and radiant. She clasps your hands in hers and tells you how you’ve stolen her heart—and how she’s never felt this way before.
And then, your gentle “no” shatters her.
She pulls her hands back, trembling. “O-oh… you don’t like me?”
When you begin explaining, listing all the things you think make you unlovable, she cries harder—not out of rejection, but heartbreak for you.
“No, no, no! Don’t say those things about yourself!” she wails, holding your face with trembling hands.
“You’re amazing! You’re so sweet and gentle and beautiful in ways you can’t see!”
You tell her you just want her to be happy, even if that happiness is with someone else.
But she shakes her head.
“I’d never be happy with anyone else! You’re the one who makes my heart flutter!”
She’ll cry and hold you and promise again and again that she won’t give up on you. “I’ll show you how lovable you are! Every single day!”
And she will. Because loving you is as natural to her as breathing.
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Obanai Iguro
He never thought he’d confess. Never thought someone like you could ever love a man like him.
But he did it anyway.
And when you reject him, he nods stiffly, silent behind his bandages… until you begin explaining why.
“I’m not pure. I’m not brave. I’m not good enough. I’m nothing special.”
He turns away—but his shoulders shake. Not with anger. With the weight of hearing your pain mirror his own.
“You sound like me…” he whispers.
You blink, caught off-guard.
He turns back, and there’s a haunted softness in his eyes. “I thought those same things. I still do.”
When you tell him he deserves better, he steps forward. “So do you.”
His voice is trembling now. “You’ve made me want to live. To love. To protect. If I can feel that way for someone like me… don’t I get to love you, too?”
He doesn’t need your love now. Just your presence. Just a chance.
“I’ll never stop wanting you. Even if it hurts.”
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Muichiro Tokito
At first, he doesn’t understand. You say you can’t accept his love, and he tilts his head slightly, confused. “But… I thought we got along well?”
You begin listing your faults—your flaws—each one like a knife to your own heart.
He listens. Quiet. Calm.
But something in his eyes shifts.
“That’s not true,” he says flatly.
You blink. “What?”
“You’re not unworthy. You’re not flawed. Not to me.”
There’s an eerie calm in the way he approaches you, looking down at you with that dreamy gaze sharpened by fierce devotion.
“You’re mine. You don’t get to decide you’re not enough. I already chose you.”
It doesn’t matter if your love is still growing. He’s patient. But the idea of letting you go? No. Never.
“You can’t scare me away. You can’t hurt me with lies about yourself.”
He’ll stay beside you until you believe in your worth again—no matter how long it takes.
Gyomei Himejima
His confession is soft, nearly prayer-like, as though offering you a sacred part of himself. You’ve never heard your name spoken with more reverence.
So when you quietly reject him, his face crumples with silent grief.
“You don’t feel the same?” he whispers, fingers trembling around the beads of his rosary.
But then, you begin.
“I do care for you, but… I’m not worthy. I’m weak. I’m not beautiful. I have nothing to offer.”
Your voice is cracked and honest, listing every scar on your heart like a confession of your sins.
Gyomei falls to his knees and clasps his hands in front of him, as if praying for you.
“You are the most precious being I have ever known,” he says, eyes misted with tears. “Even your pain is sacred to me.”
He gently reaches for your hand, not to hold, but to press his forehead to it in supplication.
“You are not unworthy—you are human. Let me love you, not in spite of your flaws, but because I see through them.”
His devotion is quiet but unyielding. He’ll wait a lifetime for you to believe what he already knows.
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Tengen Uzui + Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru
Tengen confesses with his usual flair—roses, sparkles, a whole dramatic gesture. His wives giggle and nudge you forward, each one looking so proud of him… and so excited for you to join them.
But you flinch. And you say, “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
They all freeze. For once, Tengen has no words.
“I’m not like you,” you whisper. “Not graceful like Hinatsuru. Not strong like Makio. Not sweet like Suma. I’m just… plain. Unworthy. You deserve someone better.”
Suma bursts into tears instantly. “NOOOOO! Y/N, don’t say that!”
Hinatsuru reaches for you calmly but firmly. “Is that really how you see yourself?”
Makio’s fists clench. “Who told you that crap? We’ll kill them.”
Tengen kneels before you, deadly serious. “I’ve seen what ‘unworthy’ looks like. I’ve seen cowards. Liars. Cruel people. You are none of those things.”
“You shine just as brightly to me as they do,” he adds, glancing at his wives with love. “You don’t have to be like them. You just have to be you.”
Makio grabs your hand. “You’re already part of our hearts.”
Hinatsuru smiles, tears in her eyes. “And we won’t let you go.”
Even Suma manages a watery grin. “We’ll love you until you believe you deserve it!”
You’re never alone again—not with four relentless hearts devoted to loving every inch of you.
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Genya Shinazugawa
He stumbles over his words when he confesses—red-faced, flustered, clearly terrified. “I-I like you, okay?! A lot! And I—I want to be with you.”
When you softly turn him down, his heart stops. And then… you start listing things.
“I’m broken. I overthink everything. I’m clingy. I’m not pretty. You deserve someone who doesn’t cry at night or shut down out of nowhere…”
He cuts you off. Harshly.
“Don’t say that!”
His voice breaks.
“You think you’re the only one with scars?” he snaps, voice trembling. “I’ve been called a freak. A failure. I’ve lost everything—until I met you.”
He stares at you, eyes glassy. “You’re the first person who made me feel like I wasn’t nothing.”
“You can push me away all you want,” he growls, tears running down his cheeks. “But I’m not letting go. I’ll prove you’re worth it if I have to tear the damn sky apart.”
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Yushirou
His confession is a little stiff, a little awkward—he’s not used to feeling anything this strongly for anyone who isn’t Lady Tamayo.
When you reject him, he immediately assumes it’s his fault.
“Did I say something wrong? Was I too direct? Is it because I’m… like this?”
But then you begin to speak. Quiet, shame-filled. “It’s not you. I just don’t deserve to be loved like this. I don’t shine like she does. I’m nothing special.”
His eyes widen—and then they narrow.
“Don’t compare yourself to Lady Tamayo,” he says sternly. “She is irreplaceable. So are you.”
His tone is cold—angry, almost—but you realize the anger is on your behalf.
“Your light doesn’t need to be blinding,” he says, softer now. “You shine where I can see you. You reached me. That’s more than enough.”
He may not be warm, but he is loyal to a fault. And once he decides you’re worth loving, he will never change his mind.
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Lady Tamayo
Her confession is warm, steady—delivered with gentle wisdom and an affection so deep it frightens you. And so you say “no.” For her sake.
You start explaining… why you’re not good enough. Why she deserves more. How your flaws would only weigh her down.
She listens. Then steps forward and cups your cheek, eyes filled with sorrow.
“You remind me of myself… many years ago,” she murmurs. “A woman burdened with guilt, with sorrow, with the belief that she was beyond redemption.”
“I thought I had to be perfect to be worthy of kindness.”
She smiles, sad and loving. “But love isn’t given to the flawless. It’s offered to the human. And I see such beautiful humanity in you.”
She places a hand over your heart. “If I am worthy of love, then so are you.”
She doesn’t push. But she stays—kind, patient, and endlessly nurturing. Until your heart finally dares to believe it deserves love, too.
Can you do a yandere giant hashar x tiny reader with wives and genya (tiny reader gets kidnapped by the hashers in their tiny village that where the hasher had been taken care of takes them to their mansion taking care of them but a few days goes by the hashers found tiny reader having a panic attack due to remembering their past since they used to be abused in that tiny village so the hashers comfort tiny reader by letting them snuggle into their chest the next day the tiny village was destroyed) Thank you bye if you take this request
Here’s your story! Apologies for making you wait for so long!
Tengen Uzui & His Wives
Tengen stood above the tiny village like a god among ants, his shadow alone enough to darken the town square. His golden eyes glinted with rage as he spotted your trembling form, being yelled at by some elder for simply existing.
“You’ve been taking care of them?” he mocked, voice booming. “This is your version of care?”
You were snatched with all the gentleness of a breeze, pressed into his palm and guarded by his massive chest as he turned from the villagers’ screaming.
Suma cried seeing your bruised leg.
“You’re coming home with us, little gem,” he said. “Someplace worthy.”
In the mansion, they bathed you in thimbles of warm water, let you sleep in silk pillow nests, and painted stories on grain-sized scrolls to entertain you.
Then… days later… they found you.
You were curled under a cabinet, silent but shaking violently, breathing so fast your chest heaved. Hinatsuru scooped you up, tears in her eyes.
“They hit you, didn’t they?” she whispered, cradling you close.
Makio, ever the blunt one, snarled, “They’re dead.”
Tengen didn’t say a word. He just kissed your back softly with his thumb and held you against his neck. His body rumbled with restrained fury.
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The next day, nothing remained of the village. Not homes. Not people. Just smoldering ash.
Tengen had danced across the ruins, blades flashing. Suma cried with joy as the last house fell. You stayed curled in Hinatsuru’s scarf, heart beating slower now, safe against the man who would never let you be hurt again.
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Genya Shinazugawa
Genya’s hands trembled when he saw you being pushed aside in that village.
A woman had thrown a broken spoon at your head. Your tiny body flinched, but no one reacted.
Something inside him snapped.
In two long strides, he reached you. Massive fingers scooped you into his hand like a pearl from mud. You squeaked, but he just held you to his chest.
“You don’t deserve this,” he muttered.
You kicked and fought at first—but he was patient. At his mansion, he placed you on a warm cloth near the fire. Fed you honey on his fingertip. Let you sleep in the folds of his scarf.
But even he couldn’t stop your panic.
He found you under his bookshelf, knees hugged to your chest, hyperventilating and murmuring apologies to ghosts long gone.
“Y/N…?” He got down on his stomach to meet your eye. “Are you okay? What happened?”
You couldn’t speak. You just sobbed.
Genya froze. Then, with heartbreaking slowness, he reached into the space and cupped you against his chest.
“You’re safe,” he whispered hoarsely. “You’re not going back there. Ever.”
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By the next sunrise, the village was dust. No bodies, no cries. Only silence.
Genya returned, hands still dirt-streaked, and tucked you into his coat like nothing had happened. But his jaw was clenched tight.
“They won’t hurt you again,” he said simply. “I promise.”
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Mitsuri Kanroji
Mitsuri begged the others to let her go alone. She wanted to see for herself how the village treated you.
But when she arrived, her heart shattered. You were sweeping a dirty alley barefoot, trying not to cry as the villagers jeered at you.
Mitsuri’s eyes filled with tears.
“No…” she whispered, voice shaking.
Then her expression changed.
With one graceful step, she reached you and lifted you into her trembling hands. “Oh, my poor baby,” she sobbed. “You’ve been suffering here?”
You tried to tell her to leave—that they’d hurt her too—but she just cradled you into her bosom, shielding you like a flower.
In her home, she built a tiny rose garden just for you. She sewed you plush bedding and sang lullabies every night.
But then she heard you crying.
You were under her pillow, whispering things in your sleep—“Don’t hit me… I’ll be quiet…”
She gasped, tears falling freely as she scooped you into her chest.
“You poor, poor thing,” she sobbed, pressing you into her heartbeat. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve come sooner…”
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The next day, Mitsuri stood in the ashes of your village, hands trembling with grief and rage. Her Love Breathing had reduced their homes to cinders.
She whispered to the wind, “They’ll never touch you again.”
Then she went home and kissed you softly on the head, cradling you until you stopped shaking.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi didn’t care if the village cried when he took you.
You were sitting on a cold stone step with a bruised cheek and a broken finger wrapped in twine when he found you. His eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he reached down and pinched you gently between two fingers.
The villagers screamed.
“Get your damn hands off them!” someone shouted.
Sanemi turned, smiled thinly, and said, “No.”
He didn’t even bother to explain. Just tucked you into the crook of his neck and walked away.
At the mansion, his affection came in awkward bursts—blunt fingers bringing tiny crumbs of food, the softest bit of cotton torn just for your bedding.
He wasn’t good at comfort. But he wanted to be.
Then came the night he found you behind a book, hyperventilating and rocking yourself.
You didn’t hear him call your name.
“Hey, hey—look at me.”
You didn’t respond.
Sanemi crouched down, cupped his hands around you like a wall, and whispered, “You’re not there anymore. You’re here. With me. I won’t let anyone touch you again.”
You didn’t answer. But you slowly leaned into his thumb, and that was enough.
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By morning, the village was silent.
The wind howled through shattered homes, blood swept into dirt. His knuckles were bruised, his Haori stained.
When he returned, he offered no words. He just let you curl up in his palm again—and smiled when you finally stopped shaking.
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Giyu Tomioka
Giyu hadn’t meant to interfere.
But he saw you. And that was enough.
You were huddled in a box outside the village tavern, soaking wet, trying to keep warm with a leaf. Someone had thrown a bucket of water on you. “Demon’s pet,” they muttered.
He said nothing. He only reached down, carefully plucking you out of the filth.
You kicked at first—tiny legs, feeble arms—but Giyu just held you close to his neck and whispered, “You don’t belong here.”
His mansion was quiet. He let you rest near his koi pond, fed you rice crumbs, and lit small fires when the night grew cold.
But one day, he came into the room and found you clawing at the floor, shaking, whispering over and over, “Please, I didn’t break it—I swear—I’ll fix it—please don’t—!”
Giyu froze. Then slowly, gently, scooped you into his hands.
He didn’t ask questions.
He just held you to his chest, close enough for his heartbeat to drown out your fears.
“You don’t need to beg here,” he murmured. “Not ever again.”
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The next morning, the village was found half-drowned.
The river had flooded, unnaturally so.
Giyu returned to his home with wet sleeves, not a word spoken. He placed a single dew-soaked flower beside your tiny pillow.
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Shinobu Kocho
Shinobu smiled the entire time she took you from the village.
It was eerie, how gentle her hands were as she lifted you from the cracked windowsill you were chained to—yes, chained, for “wandering too far without permission.”
“Oh my,” she said sweetly. “This won’t do.”
The chains were snapped easily between her fingers.
The villagers begged her not to take you. She just smiled and waved, then turned her back on their pleas.
In her mansion, she fed you slices of sugared berries, gave you a doll-sized kimono, and kept you in her sleeve while she worked.
But when she found you hyperventilating beneath the herb table, whispering the names of those who’d hit you…
She stopped smiling.
“Oh, darling,” she whispered, lowering herself to your level. “Did those memories crawl back in?”
You nodded, and she gently pressed her finger to your back.
“Then it’s time we erase them.”
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That night, the villagers screamed.
They never saw her. Only the clouds of poison rolling in—sweet-smelling, gentle, but deadly.
The next morning, she returned to you with a blossom.
“Sleep well?” she asked. “I made sure they won’t bother your dreams anymore.”
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Obanai Iguro
Obanai didn’t even announce himself when he arrived.
He watched from the trees. Watched as the village children poked you with sticks. As adults ignored your cries. As you shrank into yourself like it was normal.
He stepped into the square, all shadows and fury, Kaburamaru coiled along his shoulders.
The villagers shouted. He didn’t respond.
He simply plucked you from the ground and whispered, “You’re mine now.”
He held you like you were glass all the way home.
His mansion was dim and safe. He built you a nest in his scarf and let you cling to Kaburamaru when you were too scared to sleep.
Then… he heard it.
The sobbing. The shallow breathing.
He found you curled under his writing table, eyes wide and glazed in terror.
“I’ll be good. I’ll be quiet. I’ll stop—please…”
His hand shook as he reached for you.
“You never have to say that again,” he said, voice low, trembling. “They don’t get to live after what they did.”
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That night, the village burned—silently. No screams. Only ash.
Obanai returned with soot in his hair and smoke in his robes. He didn’t speak.
But he let you sleep curled against his throat, his scarf wrapped around you like a shield.
Muichiro Tokito
Muichiro didn’t know why he had wandered into the tiny village. He wasn’t assigned there. He was following a cloud. But then… he saw you.
You were being screamed at for spilling water. A small figure shaking under the weight of fear.
He tilted his head.
“Why are they yelling?” he asked aloud, almost to himself.
Then, without another word, he reached down and plucked you from the scene.
The villagers shouted—but he ignored them.
You squirmed in his hand, terrified. But his eyes were blank and calm.
“I think you should live with me instead.”
At his mansion, you were cared for with dreamlike softness. He placed you near the windowsill garden. Fed you slices of tangerine. Gave you a piece of cloud-soft pillow as your bed.
But the day he found you hiding inside the rice bowl, gasping and clawing at your chest in panic…
He stared for a long time.
“Are you remembering them?” he asked softly.
You couldn’t respond.
He knelt, placed you against his collar, and whispered something that sounded like a lullaby.
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That night, a thick mist rolled into the village.
By morning, there was nothing left but fog and broken stone.
Muichiro didn’t say a word about it. He simply let you sleep on his shoulder, his long hair shielding you from the world.
“They can’t reach you anymore,” he said with a faraway tone. “They’re gone.”
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Kyojuro Rengoku
Rengoku had heard rumors of a “cursed child” in a village who was punished for being “strange.” He was curious. And when he saw you—bruised, sobbing, and being dragged by your arm—his blood boiled.
“UNACCEPTABLE!!” he roared.
The villagers screamed, but he had already knelt, hand outstretched like a knight before royalty.
“You, little flame, deserve so much better.”
He cradled you in both hands like you were sacred.
At his estate, he made you a tiny house of lacquered wood. Brought you food carved into heart shapes. He’d read scrolls aloud just to see your tiny smile.
But then he heard you whimpering under the floorboards.
He lifted the panel and saw your small body trembling, clutching your ears.
“They said I ruined everything,” you cried. “They were going to… they…”
Rengoku didn’t shout.
He simply knelt, pressed you to his warm chest, and whispered, “They were wrong.”
His body was so warm you could feel the fire in his soul pulsing around you.
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By sunrise, the village was an inferno.
Rengoku stood in the ashes with his cape billowing behind him, face grim.
When he returned, he kissed your tiny head and smiled.
“They can never hurt you again, little ember. You are loved. You are safe.”
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Gyomei Himejima
The moment Gyomei stepped into the village, the ground seemed to tremble beneath his footsteps.
He didn’t need to see. He could hear your cries. Hear the cruelty. The unkind voices.
He found you tied to a post in the rain, shivering, too small to defend yourself.
Tears streamed from his sightless eyes the moment his hands wrapped gently around you.
“Such cruelty… done to one so small…”
You felt his warmth the moment he tucked you against his rosary-wrapped neck.
At his temple-home, he made you a peaceful space of incense, warm stones, and gentle bells. You often napped to the sound of his chants, swaddled in soft cloth and blessed calm.
But the day he found you screaming in your sleep—clawing at your own skin in a silent panic—he held you close and cried with you.
“You have suffered so much,” he whispered. “But I will carry your pain.”
His tears dripped onto your back like holy water. His voice, thick with grief, made the room tremble.
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The village didn’t burn. It didn’t drown.
It simply… vanished.
There were no remains. Only silence. Only justice.
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That night, Gyomei knelt before the fire, hands clasped.
You slept in the crook of his collarbone, finally still.
“I pray,” he whispered, “that your heart knows peace from now until eternity.”
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Hi! Can I request the uppermoons with Kokushibo's child as their darling? Like, how would they react, and would their treatment change if they find out? What would change exactly? And also maybe include how Kokushibo would react if his child revealed that they're dating one of his fellow uppermoons?
*goes into whisper tone*
((also, if you're comfortable with, could you also write some teasing headcanons of the Hantengu clones with an innocent darling and how they'd tease her during a spicy night? And the darling is absolutely clueless and just trusts them to hopefully do it while not handling the teasing and being teary eyed?))
SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE! I kinda forgot about tumblr for a long while but here’s your request!
Daki
Before Knowing
• Daki is immediately drawn to you, but not in the usual flashy, seductive way she’s used to that fools pathetic humans.
• You’re so polite and sweet, always bowing slightly, voice soft, smiling shyly when she talks to you—and it melts her.
• She finds herself stumbling over her words. Forget seduction—she’s brushing your sleeve and squealing in her head like a teenager: “Did they just SMILE at me!?”
• Starts showing off in battle or dressing extra pretty when she knows you’re around. Constantly tries to “accidentally” bump into you in the Infinity Castle hallways.
After Finding Out
• Instant panic. She’s curled into a ball in her room whispering, “Oh my god. That’s Kokushibo’s kid. I flirted with Kokushibo’s kid. I’m going to DIE.”
• Avoids you for days out of embarrassment… until you shyly ask if you did something wrong.
• She bursts into dramatic tears and hugs you, crying: “No! You’re perfect! That’s the problem!!”
What Changes
• She becomes a blushing mess. Your relationship shifts into a soft, awkward courtship of lingering glances and whispered compliments.
• She treasures every touch, every small moment—braiding flowers into your hair, nervously reaching for your hand, asking if she can sit beside you and kicking her feet like a schoolgirl when you say yes.
• Starts practicing how she’ll introduce herself to Kokushibo if it ever gets that far: “Hello sir, I swear I’m not corrupting your child. I don’t even curse anymore!”
Akaza
Before Knowing
• Akaza finds your spirit beautiful. Not your strength in battle, but your inner will—your gentleness despite your lineage.
• He’s always protecting you from afar, making sure others treat you with respect. If someone mocks you, they disappear. Quickly.
• He gets visibly softer around you, eyes warm, voice quiet. When you thank him, he gets flustered and mumbles, “Don’t mention it.”
• You remind him of humanity—the soft parts he left behind—and he finds himself lingering near you longer than he should.
After Knowing
• Silence. He stares into space for like five minutes. Then mutters: “Of course. Of course you’re his.”
• There’s no fear in him—but respect. He keeps his distance for a while to think about whether he’s worthy of you.
• Eventually confesses gently: “I don’t care whose child you are. I only care about the person I see when I look at you.”
What Changes
• He starts training with you—light sessions, just to bond. It becomes your thing. When your fingers touch by accident? He nearly explodes.
• Gets extremely protective. Kokushibo already intimidates him, so Akaza steps up hard, trying to be good enough to deserve you.
• He defends your name like it’s sacred. Someone mocks you? They won’t live to finish the sentence.
• Genuinely asks Kokushibo one day: “I want to court your child properly.” Kokushibo stares. Akaza doesn’t flinch. Respect.
Douma
Before Knowing
• Oh he’s enthralled. You’re a little gem in a cave full of monsters, and he wants to collect you—no, keep you.
• Teases you constantly, leans close to whisper things like, “My my, don’t look so shy… it only makes you more tempting.”
• He treats you like a doll: offering sweets, inviting you to his temple, always with that honey-slicked smile.
• You make him feel something oddly human… and he doesn’t like how much he craves your attention.
After Knowing
• Douma laughs. Then he laughs again. And then stops.
• “Wait… you’re that one’s spawn?” Cue unnerving silence and wide eyes. The first time in forever, Douma looks concerned.
• Then comes the dramatic flare: “No wonder I liked you so much! You’ve got that same quiet horror in your eyes—but much cuter!”
What Changes
• He gets obsessed. Like, religious devotion levels of obsessed. You become his “holy little moonbeam.”
• Sends you presents wrapped in silk: rare flowers, mirror sets, haori dyed with your favorite color. He’s showing off.
• Starts being subtle (for Douma): “If your father ever disapproves of me… well, we’ll simply make our own little paradise far away, won’t we?”
• Tries to act innocent in front of Kokushibo. “Oh, sir! I would never lay a finger on your darling… unless they ask me to.” Cue Kokushibo gripping his katana a little harder.
Gyutaro
Before Knowing
• Gyutaro’s got it bad. He’s never seen someone like you—so delicate-looking but eerily composed, always with this calm, otherworldly grace that reminds him of snow falling at night.
• He doesn’t flirt in the usual sense. He just lingers—watching you from the shadows, carving your name into his flesh like a prayer, seething with jealousy at every demon who so much as breathes in your direction.
• But when you speak to him? Softly? Kindly? He goes blank. “You’re not scared of me?” You shake your head and say, “Should I be?”
• Boom. He’s yours.
After Finding Out
• Shock. Pure panic. “Y-You’re… Kokushibo’s brat?”
• He starts freaking out. He’s a filthy thing, a wretched thing. He’s not good enough. He’s not worthy. He should back off. But he can’t.
• The more he realizes he shouldn’t love you, the more he clings—like a starving animal offered a taste of heaven.
What Changes
• He treats you even more preciously. Like porcelain. Like something divine. He worships you with trembling hands and whispering lips, calling you “his moonlight, his sin, his salvation.”
• You’ll catch him trying to make himself look cleaner, better, more presentable when you’re around.
• Starts panicking over what Kokushibo will do if he finds out. Keeps saying, “You should tell ‘im you hate me. Tell ‘im I forced you. Maybe he’ll kill me quick…”
• But if you insist you love him too? He breaks. Crying, holding you tightly, promising to protect you from everyone. Even your own father if it came to it.
Hantengu clones
Karaku
• Before Knowing: Teases you constantly. “You look so serious all the time. Wanna smile for me just once?” Always flirty, always grinning, always trying to get you to blush.
• After Knowing: Chokes on his own spit. “Wait. Wait. You mean… you’re Kokushibo’s kid? The dude with a thousand eyes and a blade sharper than my attitude?”
• What Changes: He doesn’t stop teasing—but now he sweats while doing it. Looks around every time he flirts, half expecting Kokushibo to appear and behead him on the spot.
• Secretly very proud. “Look at me… pulling the sword god’s kid. Damn, I got game.”
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Urogi
• Before Knowing: Giddy boy! Always swooping around you, laughing, nudging your shoulder, trying to make you smile. “You’re so pretty when you laugh! C’mon, do it again~”
• After Knowing: Dead silence. The first time he shuts up in his life. Then bursts into panicked laughter. “Oh noooo, I’ve been flirting with Kokushibo’s child! I’m gonna get chopped like a worm!”
• What Changes: Starts treating you like royalty. Carries you in his arms, defends your honor, wants to build you a nest. Genuinely tells Kokushibo, “Sir, I would die for your kid. Happily!”
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Aizetsu
• Before Knowing: Quietly in love. Cries about how perfect you are. Keeps little drawings of you and writes sad poems. Melts when you show him even the slightest affection. “They spoke to me again today… I think my heart stopped.”
• After Knowing: He weeps. “Of course you’re his child… that explains the elegance… the tragedy… the unattainability…” Just spirals into dramatic heartbreak.
• What Changes: He’s somehow more devoted. Treats you like a divine being now. Offers to die in your name. If Kokushibo disapproves, Aizetsu is already kneeling. “Just… let them live… take me instead…”
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Sekido
• Before Knowing: Furious all the time… until you walk in. Then he shuts up and looks away, ears red, grumbling curses under his breath as he simmers with unspoken yearning.
• After Knowing: Breaks a wall. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I’ve BEEN YELLING AT KOKUSHIBO’S KID???”
• What Changes: His protectiveness becomes next-level. Anyone dares to upset you? He vaporizes them. Tries really hard to not swear around you now. Still grumpy, but you’re the only one who makes him go quiet and soft.
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Combined Reactions
• When they all find out together? It’s chaos. Karaku’s joking, Urogi’s panicking, Aizetsu is crying, and Sekido is throwing furniture.
• But they all decide something silently, as a group: you are theirs. And nothing—not even Kokushibo himself—will take you away.
Teasing Headcanons – Hantengu Clones x Innocent Darling
(Extra to make up for not writing smut)
Picture you: sweet, shy, flustered at even a compliment. And them? Oh, they live for it. Especially in quiet moments when you open your heart a little.
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Karaku
• Loves watching you squirm. “You really mean that? You love spending time with me the most? What a bold thing to say~.”
• Leans close when you’re confessing something personal, brushing his fingers over yours and cooing, “You always get this cute when you talk from the heart.”
• If you ever say something like “I trust you,” he grins and whispers, “You shouldn’t.” But the look in his eyes is painfully soft.
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Urogi
• Picks you up mid-sentence during soft convos. “You’re adorable when you get serious, but I wanna see you laugh too.”
• Nuzzles into your neck during cuddles just to feel you freeze. “Hehe! Your heart’s racing. Are you scared of me or… something else?”
• Feeds you random compliments during quiet talks: “Your voice is too cute. Makes me wanna keep you up all night just so I can hear more.” You die on the spot.
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Aizetsu
• Gentle teasing. He’ll listen intently to your heartfelt words, eyes welling up, then say: “You’re too kind to me… Are you sure you’re not an angel in disguise?”
• If you accidentally flirt, he covers his face and whimpers: “Please… don’t say things like that so innocently. I can’t take it…”
• When you’re sad, he’s right there whispering how much he treasures you. “Even your sadness is beautiful. You’re the only one who makes me want to protect instead of mourn.”
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Sekido
• Denies being a tease but is the worst offender.
• Gets mad when you cry or confess your worries, but it’s because he doesn’t know how to handle his feelings. “Why are you always making me feel things?!”
• He’ll gruffly say something like, “Tch. I don’t care if you’re sweet or whatever,” but then shoves a gift into your lap and looks away, ears red.
Kokushibo’s Reaction
• Silent. Scary. Cold. The room drops twenty degrees the moment you mention you’re dating one of the Upper Moons.
• He doesn’t say he disapproves, but he’ll start testing them in battle more, watching for cracks in their obsession with you. He doesn’t want his child with someone weak, even if that “someone” is a fellow Upper Moon.
• If you’re happy, he doesn’t stop you—but he warns your lover. One glare, one sentence:
Hi! If I can request some headcanons on how the Hashira (and maybe uppermoons) react to their darling having "Alexandria genesis" and is completely mute? Like, the darling doesn't like their conditions because their eyes are really sensitive to any hard sunlight and they hate that they're mute because they can't say how uncomfortable they are with how fast and hard on love the Hashira (or demons) are, because their darling hates such fast commitment? Like, they do love them and accept them, but it's just so suffocating at times, and they don't like it, so they stray away somewhere calm without the yanderes, which makes the others a lot more worried, because there's no way they could call or signal for help?
Just a giant miscommunication angst, but with a happy ending on the darling's side?
𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢 – Heartbroken, Over-Affectionate, Tries to Fix Everything with Love
Mitsuri adores you. Every time she sees you, her heart races, and she has to hug you, cuddle you, smother you in kisses. But suddenly, you’re pulling away, stepping out of her reach, refusing her touch.
It destroys her.
At first, she doesn’t get it—maybe you’re just in a bad mood? But then you start avoiding her altogether. Every time she turns a corner, you’re gone. You never meet her eyes, and when she catches a glimpse of your beautiful, glowing violet irises, you quickly look away.
When she finally finds you hidden away, curled up in the shade, her voice trembles:
“D-Do you… not love me anymore?”
Your eyes widen, and you shake your head quickly—of course, you love her! Just… not like this. You try to sign it to her, but she’s already launching herself at you, crying into your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know I was making you uncomfortable! I was just so happy to have you—I didn’t want to let go!”
From then on, Mitsuri tries to give you space. She still gets overwhelmed with emotion, but she makes sure to ask before touching you and respects when you need alone time.
Rengoku loves with full intensity—when he’s devoted to something, he’s all in. And with you? That devotion is endless. But when you start avoiding him, an unsettling feeling creeps into his chest.
He sees the way you flinch when he reaches for you, how you subtly shift away when he sits beside you. It takes a while, but when he finally confronts you, his voice is surprisingly soft:
“…I’ve done something to make you uncomfortable, haven’t I?”
You nod, hesitantly.
It hurts. But Rengoku is not a fool. He’s a man who values honesty and respect, and if his love is too much, then he must adjust.
“I understand. I never want to make you feel like you must endure my presence.” He bows slightly. “I will do better.”
And he does. He learns to give you space, to love you without suffocating you. It’s difficult, but he never stops trying.
Shinobu notices immediately. She’s sharp, perceptive—she catches every single moment you shy away. At first, she’s amused.
“Oh my, are you playing hard to get?” she teases.
But when you start actively disappearing whenever she’s near, her amusement fades. There’s a tight, unreadable look in her eyes when she finally corners you.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
It’s not a question.
You nod. There’s no point in lying.
Her soft smile never wavers, but there’s something unsettling behind it. “…I see. I suppose I have been a bit overwhelming, haven’t I?”
She leans in, voice dropping to a whisper.
“You’re never leaving me, you know that, right?”
But despite her possessiveness, she does give you space afterward. She still watches, still hovers—but she makes sure not to suffocate you again.
You stop taking his hand when he reaches for you. Your touch, once hesitant but accepting, is now absent. The warmth of your presence grows distant.
At first, he assumes you simply need time. But when the distance stretches into something more, a heavy weight settles in his chest.
“…Have I done something to drive you away?” he finally asks.
Your expression says yes.
It shatters him.
But Gyomei is gentle. He does not lash out, does not demand you to explain what you cannot say. He simply nods.
“I will wait for you,” he says softly.
And he does. Always.
𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 – Quiet Panic, Deeply Hurt but Understanding
Giyu isn’t good at expressing himself. His love for you is silent and constant, a presence that lingers like a shadow. He doesn’t drown you in words or suffocating affection—he simply exists by your side, always watching, always protecting.
But when you start avoiding him, the world tilts.
At first, he brushes it off. Maybe you’re just busy? Maybe it’s nothing.
Then, the pattern emerges.
You change your path when you see him. You refuse to meet his gaze. You step out of reach when his fingers twitch toward you, aching for a touch.
The first time he catches a glimpse of your violet irises glowing under the moonlight, only for you to look away and vanish, something inside him shatters.
Did he… do something wrong?
He obsesses over it, replaying every moment, every interaction. Did he hold you too long last time? Did his presence suffocate you?
One night, he corners you, quiet but desperate. His voice is barely above a whisper.
“…Did I make you uncomfortable?”
You hesitate. The answer is yes, but not in the way he thinks. You love him—just not the way he needs you to love him.
Slowly, you sign, I need space.
Giyu stares, processing. Then, with a heavy nod, he steps back.
“…I see.”
It hurts, but he doesn’t push. He waits, standing still as water, until you come back on your own. And when you do, he learns to cherish you softly, without suffocating you.
Sanemi is feral when it comes to love. He doesn’t do soft affection—he protects, he claims, he keeps.
So when you start running from him, his first reaction isn’t sadness.
It’s rage.
“What the hell is your problem?!”
His voice booms, echoing off the walls when he finally catches you, cornering you with wild, furious eyes. You won’t talk—you can’t—and that makes him even angrier.
“What?! Say something! You think you can just—just ignore me?!”
But then he sees it—the way you flinch, pressing yourself against the wall. The way your beautiful, unnatural eyes dart away, shimmering with distress.
And the anger dies.
“…Shit.”
He exhales, gripping his face, the weight of realization hitting him hard.
“I scared you, didn’t I?”
You nod.
His hands tremble. He’s so used to fighting for everything. Forcing people to stay. But you… you need gentleness.
“…Fine,” he mutters, stepping back. “Take your damn space. But don’t—don’t disappear, got it?”
And for the first time, Sanemi tries not to cage what he loves.
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𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨 – Confused, Emotionally Detached Until He Breaks
Muichiro doesn’t understand at first.
You’re avoiding him? Why?
He doesn’t feel emotions like others do—not at first. But then he notices how cold it feels without you near. How his chest tightens when you turn away, how a dull ache settles in his stomach when he reaches for you and you step back.
It doesn’t make sense.
“I don’t understand,” he says flatly, staring at you with foggy, distant eyes.
You sign, I need time.
Muichiro tilts his head. “But why?”
You hesitate, struggling to explain. He watches, mind whirring. Then, finally—finally—his expression cracks.
“…I don’t want you to leave.”
His voice is small.
For the first time, his usual emptiness is replaced with something raw, something frightened.
You shake your head quickly—I won’t. You just need space.
Muichiro doesn’t like it. But for you, he tries.
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𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐔𝐳𝐮𝐢 – Overdramatic but Deeply Wounded
Tengen is extravagant in love. He showers you with touch, attention, devotion—so when you start avoiding him, he notices immediately.
At first, he laughs it off. “Oh? Playing hard to get? How bold of you, my love!”
But then it keeps happening.
One day, he traps you against a wall, smirking—but his eyes hold a dangerous glint.
“Alright, I’ll bite—why are you running from me?”
You sign, Too much. Need space.
Tengen stares.
“…Oh.”
For the first time, he’s speechless.
He takes a step back, rubbing his chin. Then, with a deep sigh, he nods.
“Alright, I get it. I’m irresistible, but I suppose I should let you breathe, huh?”
He’s still playful, still Tengen, but you can see the hurt in his eyes. Still, he respects you. And for you, he dials it back—just a little.
Douma finds your avoidance entertaining at first. You must be teasing him! But when he realizes you’re serious—that you’re actually trying to escape him—his usual carefree smile becomes… stiff.
“You’re mine, y’know,” he hums. “Even if you run, I’ll always find you.”
He doesn’t understand why you need space—he sees love as something all-consuming. But after watching you (because he’s always watching), he realizes:
Ah. You love him, but not at his pace.
That’s fine.
You’ll adjust.
But, just to be safe, he keeps a closer eye on you.
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𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 – Frantic, Overprotective, Softens Over Time
Akaza hates seeing you avoid him.
It makes his stomach twist into knots, makes his heart race with panic. He searches for you endlessly, fists clenched, expression darkening when he finally finds you curled up in the shade.
His voice shakes. “Why are you running from me?”
You sign, Too much. Need space.
He stares. His breathing is heavy. And then, finally… he understands.
Akaza is used to violence, intensity, destruction—but you? You are soft, delicate, and need something gentler.
“…Okay,” he murmurs. “I’ll… I’ll try.”
And he does. For you.
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𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 & 𝐃𝐚𝐤𝐢 – Jealous, Possessive, Desperate
Gyutaro’s first reaction? Panic.
Daki’s first reaction? Fury.
“You think you can ignore us?” she hisses.
Gyutaro grabs your wrist, pulling you close. “You—you don’t get to leave us,” he mutters. “Not after we—” His voice catches. “Not after we gave everything for you.”
You shake your head, signing: Need space. Still love you. Just… slow.
I just got an idea. Yandere hashira plus kanao Aoi and the wives with a reader who is equally if not more yandere towards them. Please and thank you
A Dangerous Game of Obsession
Yandere! Hashira + Kanao, Aoi, and Tengen’s Wives x Even More Yandere! Reader
The Hashira had always believed they were the ones in control. Their love was overwhelming, smothering even, but it was all for the sake of keeping you safe, keeping you theirs. What they hadn’t accounted for was that you weren’t just a helpless darling to be protected—you were just as obsessed with them as they were with you. No, perhaps more so.
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Giyu Tomioka
At first, Giyu thought he was simply imagining it. The way your eyes would darken whenever another person so much as glanced at him. The way you always seemed to know where he was, waiting outside his estate even before he returned from a mission. But the final straw was when he caught you pressing your face into his haori while clutching a tanto behind your back, your expression twisted with something dangerous.
“Why do you look so scared, Giyu?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head. “You belong to me, don’t you?”
For the first time, Giyu understood what it meant to be the object of obsession. And he wasn’t sure if he should feel fear or exhilaration.
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Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi had always been the jealous one, the violent one, the one who saw red at the mere thought of you in someone else’s presence. But the moment he found that you had gone and sliced a woman’s face for smiling at him, he was floored.
You licked the blood off the blade, staring at him with wide, unrepentant eyes. “She should’ve known better. You’re mine, Sanemi. And no one else gets to have you.”
He had never been more turned on or more terrified in his life. He pulled you into a crushing embrace, his breath heavy against your ear. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re worse than me.”
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Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro had always thought his love was warm, consuming like an eternal flame. But you? You were an inferno.
The way you clung to him, the way you threatened people with a smile if they got too close, the way you murmured in his ear at night that if he ever left you, you’d make sure neither of you could be with anyone else ever again—it sent a shiver down his spine.
Was this what he had been doing to you all this time? And why, despite the danger, did it make his heart race?
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Muichiro Tokito
Muichiro was indifferent to most things—but not you. You were the one thing that grounded him, kept him aware of the world around him. And that was why he always kept such a tight leash on you.
But when he woke up one night, bound to the bed with silk cords, your breath fanning over his face as you smirked down at him, he realized something.
“You always act like you own me, Muichiro,” you whispered. “But did you forget? I own you, too.”
His breath hitched. His mind was fuzzy, and not just from sleep. You were terrifyingly beautiful like this. And the worst part? He liked it.
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Shinobu Kocho
Shinobu always took pleasure in the way she wrapped around you like a poisonous vine, keeping you right where you belonged. But she wasn’t expecting you to smile when she caught you slipping venom into someone’s drink at the Butterfly Estate.
“Don’t look so smug, Shinobu,” you giggled, tilting your head. “I learned this from you.”
Her heart skipped a beat. You were completely, utterly devoted to her—to the point of becoming like her.
“Oh, my dear,” she purred, fingers brushing your cheek. “I’ve created a monster.”
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Mitsuri Kanroji
Mitsuri always thought she was the clingiest, most affectionate partner. But then she realized something—whenever she tried to step away, even for a moment, you would pull her right back, your arms tightening like a vice.
“Don’t go, Mitsuri,” you pouted, eyes glistening. “I can’t breathe without you. If you leave, I might just die.”
She shivered at your words. But the way your lips curled into a sly smile afterward made her stomach flip.
“Ah… Y/N, you love me so much, don’t you?” Her voice trembled with excitement. “That makes me so happy!”
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Obanai Iguro
Obanai had always been overprotective, always the one watching from the shadows. But when he found you in a bloodstained kimono, a lifeless body at your feet, he felt something close to shock.
“He was talking about you,” you murmured, twirling your kunai between your fingers. “He didn’t deserve to.”
Kaburamaru coiled tighter around Obanai’s neck as he took a slow step forward. You were utterly devoted to him. Obsessed with him. And instead of being horrified, all he could think was—
“You’re perfect.”
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Tengen Uzui & His Wives
Tengen always thought he was the dominant one in the relationship, that he and his wives dictated how things went. But when they realized just how deeply you were entangled in them, the roles started to blur.
“Darling,” Makio huffed, crossing her arms. “Did you really lock the doors so we couldn’t leave the house today?”
You tilted your head innocently. “Of course. You belong here, with me.”
Suma whimpered, clinging to Tengen’s arm. “They’re so intense!”
Hina chuckled nervously, but there was an undeniable gleam in her eyes.
Tengen smirked, stepping closer to you. “Now this is a challenge.”
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Kanao Tsuyuri
Kanao had always followed orders, always let fate decide things. But you didn’t. You took fate into your own hands.
The moment she saw the way you glared at a man for looking at her too long, the way your grip tightened around your blade, something deep inside her stirred.
“So this is what it feels like,” she thought. To be on the other side of obsession.
And for the first time in her life, she smiled without flipping a coin.
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Aoi Kanzaki
Aoi was used to your doting, but when she found out you had threatened a Hashira for teasing her, her breath caught.
“Y/N, you can’t just threaten to break someone’s fingers because they made fun of me!”
You stared at her blankly. “Why not?”
She sputtered, face flushing. But when she saw the raw, undiluted devotion in your eyes, she swallowed hard.
She was in so much trouble.
Gyomei
Gyomei always believed his love for you was overwhelming, all-consuming. But then he realized—you were just as obsessed with him.
The proof came when he caught the scent of blood on you, your hands still warm with it. “My love,” he murmured, his massive hands enveloping yours, feeling the sticky wetness. “What have you done?”
You smiled up at him, eyes soft, voice steady. “Someone got too close to you. I couldn’t allow that.”
His breath caught. He should have been horrified, but instead, something deep within him thrummed with emotion—pride, devotion, something darker.
“You would kill for me?” he asked, his voice thick.
You stepped closer, pressing a kiss to his palm. “I would die for you, Gyomei.”
His arms wrapped around you, an unbreakable vow in his embrace. “Then we are bound forever, my love. No force in this world will take you from me.”
Hi! Can I do a quick request of the yandere uppermoons trying to comfort their darling after the darling having a nightmare of them dying brutally? Just some normal fluffy fluff with hurt-to-comfort?
But, plot twist, Enmu gave the uppermoon's darling that nightmare, because he wanted them for himself?
And things just end with the uppermoons scaring away Enmu and then taking advantage to comfort their darling and have another close moment with them?
Hello guys I’m officially back im starting to feel better I know it sound unrealistic of how long I was sick for but now I feel much better than before and I’m starting to finish requests
Kokushibo
Your eyes shot open, a strangled gasp caught in your throat as you sat up. Cold sweat clung to your skin as the horrifying images of Kokushibo’s mutilated body flashed through your mind. His six eyes, usually so piercing, had been dull and lifeless, his body crumbling into dust right before you.
Your breath hitched, and you turned—only to find the demon himself sitting beside you. Even in the dim candlelight, his presence was suffocatingly intense.
“…You are trembling.” His deep, rumbling voice sent a shiver through you, but not from fear.
You didn’t answer. Instead, your fingers clutched at the fabric of his kimono, desperate to ground yourself in reality. He was here. He was fine.
His calloused hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his six burning eyes. “Tell me,” he commanded.
“I—I saw you die,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “They cut you down, and you… you turned to dust.”
Kokushibo stared at you, unreadable. Then, with a fluid motion, he pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms securely around you. “Such an outcome is… impossible.” His voice was steady, unwavering. “I will not fall. Not before you. Not ever.”
You buried your face in his chest, inhaling the scent of pine and steel. His heartbeat—slow, measured—was proof enough that he was still here. Still yours.
But later that night, when he sensed the lingering traces of Enmu’s blood demon art, his grip on his katana tightened.
“That wretched fool…” Kokushibo’s voice was cold enough to freeze rivers. “I will carve this offense into his very bones.”
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Douma
You woke up sobbing. Douma’s severed head was the last thing you saw before the nightmare faded into the void. His usual mocking grin had been wiped away, replaced by something hollow—something broken.
Warm hands stroked your back, and a soft, honeyed voice purred in your ear.
“Oh dear, that was a nasty little dream, wasn’t it?”
You hiccupped, looking up into Douma’s golden eyes. For once, they weren’t filled with detached amusement. His head tilted, his lips curling into a small frown. “You poor thing~ Was it about me?”
You nodded weakly, your hands gripping his arms as if he’d disappear if you let go.
Douma let out a soft laugh, though there was something unnatural about it. “How silly! As if someone could ever take me down.” He nuzzled into your hair, his cold breath tickling your skin. “I’m far too pretty to die so gruesomely~”
Despite the usual teasing, his arms tightened around you, pressing you against his chest as if he could melt into your skin.
But when you finally drifted back to sleep, Douma’s ever-present smile vanished. His eyes, sharp and calculating, gleamed in the darkness.
“Enmu, huh?” he mused, running a single clawed finger along your cheek. “Now that’s just rude~”
The next time Douma saw Enmu, his voice was as sweet as ever—but the pressure in the air became unbearable.
“You made my darling cry, little dream demon. Do you know what happens to those who upset my precious one?”
Enmu barely had time to scream before Douma’s fan came down.
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Akaza
You woke with a choked gasp, eyes wide with terror. Your hands grasped at the empty space beside you, searching, panicked. Akaza was gone.
“Hey, hey, I’m right here.”
A strong, familiar arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest. You flinched at the touch before realizing—he was alive. Warmth radiated from his body, the steady rise and fall of his breathing grounding you.
“…You died,” you whispered, fists clenching against his haori. “They killed you, Akaza. I saw it.”
A low growl rumbled from his chest. “No one is strong enough to kill me.”
You shuddered, the memory of his broken, bloodied body flashing in your mind. “But I—”
Akaza pulled back just enough to cup your face in his hands. His cerulean eyes burned with fierce determination. “I swore to protect you, didn’t I?” His forehead pressed against yours, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re the only thing in this world I can’t bear to lose. I will not fall. Not when you need me.”
You nodded, but the fear still clung to you. Sensing this, Akaza adjusted his grip, pulling you fully onto his lap. “If it still bothers you, then let me hold you until morning,” he murmured.
And he did.
But once he caught Enmu’s scent lingering in your subconscious, his fury was uncontainable.
“Preying on their dreams…? You pathetic, spineless coward.” His fists clenched, veins bulging as his teeth ground together.
When Akaza finally confronted Enmu, it wasn’t a fight. It was a massacre.
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Hantengu & His Clones
“WAAAAAHHHH! SO CRUEL! YOU SAW ME DIE?!? I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, EVERYONE IS OUT TO GET MEEE!!!”
You barely had time to breathe before Hantengu collapsed into your lap, sobbing uncontrollably. His frail body trembled as he clung to you, wailing about his horrible, tragic fate.
Zohakuten scowled from the other side of the room. “You’re upsetting them, you sniveling old fool.”
“I CAN’T HELP IT!”
Sekido’s glare darkened as he turned to you. “Who hurt you?” he demanded. “Tell me.”
You hesitated, still shaken. “…It was a nightmare. I saw all of you die.”
The room went quiet.
Karaku whistled, draping an arm around your shoulders. “Damn, that’s rough. But c’mon, do we look like we’d let that happen?” His lazy grin softened as he kissed your temple. “We’re not going anywhere, cutie.”
Urogi let out a shrill cackle, perching behind you. “Yeah! No way we’d die that easily! We’re waaay too strong~” His talons traced lazy circles on your shoulder. “You’re stuck with us forever, so don’t even worry about it.”
Aizetsu sighed, pulling you into a hug. “That must have been very distressing…” he murmured. “But we’re still here. We’re not leaving you.”
Despite their chaotic personalities, all of them clung to you for the rest of the night.
But when Zohakuten sensed Enmu’s presence, his fury was immediate. “That bastard invaded their dreams?” His voice was venomous.
Enmu didn’t last long. The combined rage of all the clones ensured that.
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Gyutaro & Daki
Gyutaro cradled your trembling form, his clawed fingers running through your hair. “Tch. Stupid dreams messin’ with ya like that,” he muttered. “Ain’t real, y’know that?”
“I know,” you whispered, clinging to him. “But it felt so real.”
Daki huffed, her arms looping around both of you. “Well, obviously my brother isn’t going to die like that,” she scoffed. “We’ll be together forever, dummy!”
Gyutaro gritted his teeth, sensing the faint traces of Enmu’s aura. “That bastard,” he growled.
By the time he found Enmu, the dream demon was begging for mercy.
Hi! Sorry if this comes off as me being kinda nosy but I wonder if you're doing well. We haven't heard from you in a while and I'm kind of worried. I'm still binge-reading your already written fics 'cuz they're awesome 😊 Your writing has this charm that makes me feel like even when the kny LIs turned yandere, I'd still feel warm-hearted.
Hope to see you around soon. Have a great day!
I’m okay lol I’m taking a small break as I fallen very very sick for 2 weeks, I do see your guys requests for story’s and I’m trying my best to write them all as fast as I can. My day is cramped with me sleeping all day and the longest I’ve been up was for 3 hours. When I do get well I’ll start writing again but for now I’m taking a rest.
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dude ur works amazing im obsessed with the giant hashira x tiny reader I was wondering if u could do the same but kamaboko squad like how reader meets them and what they would do if they fund reader escaping
Meeting the Kamaboko Squad
You’re small—so small, in fact, that the world around you seems overwhelmingly large. And one day, while out on a mission, you somehow find yourself in the midst of the Kamaboko Squad, though you were trying to stay hidden from the rest of the Corps. You never planned on meeting them, but a series of mishaps (perhaps some lost directions or running into a tree) lead you right into their path.
Tanjiro, with his ever-gentle nature, is the first to notice you. His concern is immediate, a slight panic in his voice as he kneels down. “Hey, are you okay? You’re so small… Did you get lost?” His eyes widen in wonder and confusion. How did someone so tiny end up here in the first place?
Nezuko, ever protective of those she cares for, peers curiously from the basket on Tanjiro’s back. Her eyes soften when she sees you, her gaze filled with both affection and a little bit of concern. Her instincts as a demon protector seem to kick in, sensing that you’re vulnerable and need to be kept safe.
Zenitsu, on the other hand, immediately gets worried about your size. “What’s going on? You’re so small! You could get hurt easily like that! Are you okay? Are you lost?!” He exclaims, his voice trembling with concern, even if he’s unsure of how to handle this new development.
Inosuke, with his boisterous and blunt personality, simply grins. “I’ve never seen someone like you before! So tiny! You’d be a perfect challenge for me!” But there’s a glint of curiosity in his eyes—this tiny person is intriguing to him, and despite his competitive nature, he can’t help but feel protective.
When They Discover You’ve Escaped
At first, they don’t realize what’s going on. But when they start to notice you’re nowhere to be found, panic sets in.
Tanjiro’s Reaction:
“Where did they go?” Tanjiro asks, frantically searching the area, calling your name gently. He’s concerned and confused, unable to understand why you would leave without a word. His heart aches at the thought of you wandering off on your own. He knows how dangerous it can be for someone so small, especially in the dangerous world they live in. “Please, come back…”
When Tanjiro finally finds you, perhaps sneaking through some bushes or making your way back to a familiar hiding place, his immediate response is a mix of relief and sadness. “You didn’t have to run off like that,” he says softly, kneeling down to your level. His large hand reaches out, offering warmth and comfort. “You’re safe here with us, you know? We won’t let anything happen to you.”
Nezuko’s Reaction:
Nezuko, already protective of you after just a short time together, becomes more aware of your movements as soon as you start trying to slip away. When she finds you trying to escape again, she immediately scoops you up in her arms without a word. Her eyes tell you everything—she’s worried about you, but she also can’t let you go off on your own.
Her embrace is gentle yet firm. You can feel the care in every movement, even if she’s not able to express it verbally. There’s a protective fierceness in her gaze as she holds you close. “You don’t have to run. You’re with family now,” her eyes seem to say, and there’s a promise in them that she won’t ever let you go.
Zenitsu’s Reaction:
Zenitsu, when he realizes you’ve slipped away, goes into full-blown panic mode. “Y/N! No, no, no, where are you?” His voice trembles with fear. He doesn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to you. The thought of you being out there alone makes him sick to his stomach.
When he finally finds you, he nearly drops to his knees in relief. He doesn’t scold you immediately—he’s just too happy you’re safe. Instead, he pulls you into a tight hug, his voice breaking with emotion. “Don’t scare me like that! You’re so tiny, anything could happen! Please, don’t run away again…” His desperation is genuine, and his protective nature shines through. He can’t imagine life without you by his side.
Inosuke’s Reaction:
Inosuke is the least likely to understand the full reason why you ran off, but when he finds you, it’s clear that he’s more concerned than he lets on. “What’s the big idea, huh? Running away like that! You think you’re faster than me or something?” He crouches down, trying to sound intimidating, but there’s a flicker of concern in his eyes.
When you look up at him, a mixture of fear and confusion in your eyes, Inosuke’s tough exterior softens a little. “Don’t ever run off again,” he mutters under his breath, sitting down next to you and pulling you into a strong but surprisingly tender hold. “If you want to go somewhere, you better tell me first.”
Overall Group Dynamic:
After the discovery, the Kamaboko Squad collectively starts to understand that they need to be more mindful of you. They’re used to the dangers of their world, and though they each have their own ways of handling their own fears and emotions, they all agree on one thing—your safety comes first. As the squad continues to protect you, they become more and more protective, though each member expresses it differently.
Tanjiro ensures you’re well cared for and offers comfort and encouragement whenever you need it. Nezuko becomes your silent guardian, always by your side, holding you close when the world gets overwhelming. Zenitsu, ever the worrywart, showers you with affection and makes sure you’re always looked after. Inosuke, while still figuring out how to properly take care of someone so small, develops a strange bond with you, one rooted in respect and care that’s hard to break.
Together, they become your family, your protectors, and your home. Despite your desire to be independent, you can’t help but feel safe and loved in their presence, knowing they will never let you face the world alone again.
Hi! Could I request some Hantengu headcanons with reuniting with his first and probably best and longest partner from his human life? Like, somehow they meet again after he was turned into a demon and now gets to see his partner again and probably forever? How would the clones react? Would they recognize that person from Hantengu's memories?
Can we also agree that the partner is absolutely breathtakingly beautiful and majestic, but they got reincarnated as a guiding spirit instead? Like, there is almost no possibility that a demon and a protection spirit can ever be into a relationship, and they just go absolutely worried over Hantengu because they had never thought that their husband can do such things and are just really shocked about how demon lifes and habits are in general?
(I'm a sucker for reunited love of any kind and it shows.)
Hantengu Reuniting with His First Partner (Human Life)
• Emotional Reaction:
When Hantengu first encounters his partner again, it would be an emotional whirlwind. He’s no longer human, and his heart aches at the idea that the person he once shared his life with is now a guiding spirit, someone tasked with protecting others instead of experiencing the same kind of life he once had. He might feel guilty, confused, and even ashamed at the transformation he’s undergone as a demon. Yet, despite the decades of torment and loss, seeing them again would awaken his long-dormant humanity, flooding him with memories of their love and the life they shared before his fall.
• Appearance and Reaction:
His partner, absolutely breathtaking and majestic as described, would be a striking contrast to the broken demon Hantengu has become. They glow with ethereal beauty, a presence that commands reverence, and they’re infinitely gentle with the world, far removed from the violence and bitterness of demon life. Hantengu would probably feel a sense of awe and disbelief that this person, his beloved, still exists. But also a deep sense of shame—he knows they’re now a spirit meant for protection, and the gulf between his existence as a demon and their purpose as a guardian is unfathomable.
• First Interaction:
When they speak, Hantengu might stammer, his voice trembling as he calls their name for the first time in so long. His voice may crack with emotion as he asks them if they truly remember him. The idea of them acknowledging him might feel like a distant dream, a cruel irony, as he now embodies everything he once despised.
• The Partner’s Perspective:
For the partner, it’s a bittersweet encounter. They remember Hantengu as the man they loved, but seeing him now as a demon—a monster—shocks them. They are no longer the same person they were in life, and the world he inhabits is foreign and terrifying to them. The love they feel for him is still there, buried beneath the surface, but they’re also filled with worry for him. They’re concerned for his soul, seeing the torment and darkness that cloud his existence now.
The fact that they’re a guiding spirit now, with a mission to protect rather than live a life of human emotion, weighs heavily on them. They know that no matter how much they care for him, they can never be together in the same way. The bond they once shared can never truly be restored because of the vast divide between their realms. Their duty as a spirit is sacred, and a relationship with a demon, especially one like Hantengu, is forbidden. The internal conflict would tear at them.
• Their Shock at Hantengu’s Life as a Demon:
They’d be shocked at how Hantengu has been living. To them, a demon’s life seems like an endless spiral of suffering and violence. They’d be devastated to know that he’s been part of something so grotesque, unable to fathom how the kind-hearted person they once loved could have fallen so far. It would break their heart to see what he’s become, and they would likely cry in front of him, not because they don’t still care, but because they know what it means for him to continue existing in this cursed state.
The Clones’ Reactions
• Shyness and Confusion:
Hantengu’s clones would be confused at first. They might not immediately recognize this new form of his partner—this spirit—especially because they would perceive them as someone who exists on a completely different plane of existence. The clones would likely react with uncertainty, trying to piece together Hantengu’s fragmented memories of this person. They might each interpret the situation differently:
• Sekido would be the most aggressive and suspicious. He’d probably think this was some trick, some form of manipulation designed to weaken Hantengu. He’d question the spirit’s true intentions and be on edge around them, seeing only potential danger in this reunion.
• Karaku might be more curious than the others, fascinated by the idea of someone as beautiful and ethereal as this spirit. He might try to charm them or ask questions, not fully grasping the gravity of the situation. However, his curiosity would likely extend to his growing concern for Hantengu’s emotional state.
• Aizetsu would be the most empathetic. He’d notice how deeply Hantengu’s soul is affected by the encounter. Seeing his master in such an emotionally vulnerable state, he’d want to comfort Hantengu, though he might not fully understand the depth of what’s happening. He might even feel sympathy for the spirit and feel conflicted about the impossible relationship between them.
• Urogi would probably be the least concerned with the implications of their relationship and more focused on the dynamics between Hantengu and the spirit. His boisterous nature might cause tension with the spirit, but over time, he’d likely warm to the idea of them and try to make light of the situation, seeing it as a complicated but fascinating relationship.
Conflict and Resolution
The meeting would likely be filled with tension as the spirit and Hantengu try to navigate their feelings for each other and the impossible reality of their situation. Hantengu’s partner would want to help him, to guide him back to the humanity he lost, but they are unable to do so in any meaningful way because of their responsibilities as a spiritual being.
The pain they both feel would lead to moments of deep, aching silence. They might speak of their past lives, of the times when they were happy, before everything changed. Hantengu, still deeply in love with them, might want to try and convince them that they could still have a future together, that they could somehow overcome the barriers between them. But his partner would have to continually remind him that their paths are no longer the same.
Despite the impossibility of their situation, the reunion would bring a strange form of healing to both of them. Hantengu would finally find a semblance of peace in seeing his first love again, knowing that they are still out there, even if they cannot be together in the way he would hope. His clones, while struggling with the situation, would begin to understand his emotional attachment and would likely soften toward the idea of this new, impossible relationship.
In the end, the bond between Hantengu and his partner would remain pure and unbroken, albeit separated by realms. They would share fleeting moments of connection, whispering of past lives and future dreams, but always knowing that their paths can never fully merge again.
Hi! Can I request the reader to act cold and distant to punish the uppermoons? Like, acting like their soul and spirit are broken and just looking like the sad part of nature, but once the demons literally come crying, sobbing, pleading and begging (yes, I'd like the reader to act like that for long enough for the uppermoons to go insane), they act like nothing happened and just start coddling and doting on their demons as before?
But, I would personally beg you to add in Kyogai cause my first love and husband (him) doesn't get a lot of love either way in the fandom.
Here ya go! I add your hubby into the mix and I hope you enjoy!
Hantengu
The gentle, anxious demon had noticed first. Your distance was so jarring to him, like a sudden chill in the air. At first, he thought it might be nothing, that you were just upset over something small. But the more time passed, the more the reality set in: you were actively avoiding him.
His trembling grew worse with each passing day. “Y/N?” he called out softly, hoping for your attention, but you turned your back to him, your gaze fixed on some far-off place.
“W-What did I do wrong? Please, please tell me…” His voice cracked as he came closer, but you didn’t respond, your eyes as cold as the stone walls around you.
The others were equally disturbed, but Hantengu could barely hold himself together. “Please, Y/N, you’re breaking my heart,” he whispered, his hands shaking as he reached out, but you still didn’t flinch.
It wasn’t until he found himself on his knees, sobbing in front of you, that he understood the depth of his helplessness. “I-I need you! I can’t bear it without you… Please, come back to me.”
Finally, you turned to him, your eyes softening as you whispered, “I’m right here. There’s no need to cry, Hantengu.” You embraced him, your tone light and affectionate, as if nothing had happened at all. He clung to you, utterly broken and relieved.
Gyokko
Gyokko’s pride kept him from showing how badly your coldness hurt him, but deep down, he couldn’t ignore the gnawing feeling that something was terribly wrong. Your silence in response to his usual antics—it was unbearable.
“Y/N! Are you truly ignoring me now?” he demanded, but his voice lacked the usual venom. He was confused, hurt, and growing desperate.
When you refused to look at him, when you didn’t so much as blink his way, his frustration grew into something more—something darker. “You can’t be serious. You can’t do this to me!” He approached you again, but your expression remained unreadable.
For days, he tried to get through to you. He threw his most vibrant and exaggerated gestures at you, hoping to make you laugh, to see the warmth return to your face. But you didn’t.
Finally, it was too much. He burst into the room, his voice shaky as he cried, “I’ve done everything for you! I’ve shown you my art! Please, just look at me! Tell me what I’ve done wrong!”
You turned to him with a casual smile, unaffected by his tears. “What’s the matter, Gyokko? Did you need something?” Your tone was soft, too sweet, and it made his heart ache with longing. He fell into your arms, broken and relieved that you were finally back.
Daki
Daki’s heart sank as soon as she noticed your distance. Normally, she would be showering you with affection, but now you refused to meet her eyes. You wouldn’t let her touch you, and you barely spoke to her.
She tried everything to coax you out of your shell—sweet words, flirtatious gestures, and even a few pouts, but none of them worked. It was as if a part of you was gone, and she couldn’t understand why.
“You’re not even looking at me,” she whispered, her voice breaking. She reached for your hand, but you pulled away, sending a fresh wave of panic through her. “Please, don’t leave me like this.”
Days of this treatment stretched on, and Daki’s usual confident smile was replaced with concern. “Why are you doing this to me, Y/N? Don’t you love me anymore?” she cried, holding your hand in desperation.
Finally, you turned to her, your cold demeanor melting into something warm and familiar. “I never left you, Daki,” you whispered, your voice soft. You pulled her into an embrace, gently stroking her hair as you returned to your usual doting affection. She clung to you, sobbing, relieved and overjoyed that you hadn’t abandoned her after all.
Gyutaro
Gyutaro’s tough exterior had always kept him from showing his vulnerability, but the moment you withdrew from him, something inside him cracked. His tough guy act faded as your indifference dug into him like a knife.
“Y/N,” he muttered, irritation and desperation in his voice. “Why the hell are you ignoring me? What the hell did I do?” His eyes narrowed, but his usual coldness was replaced with fear. He couldn’t stand the thought of you slipping away from him.
As the days wore on, he could feel his mind slipping. The bitterness, the anger, all of it boiled up inside him as you continued to shut him out. “If you don’t speak to me… I swear to god, I’ll—!”
But no threats could reach you.
It wasn’t until he was crouched before you, begging you to just give him something—a glance, a word, anything—that you finally relented. “Stop crying, Gyutaro,” you said, the warmth in your voice returning. You gently cupped his face, kissing his forehead as if nothing had happened, your love enveloping him once again.
Kokushibo
Kokushibo’s pride was unshakable, and for the longest time, he tried to convince himself that your withdrawal didn’t affect him. But each passing day, it wore him down until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He had never been one to beg, never one to be so openly vulnerable, but your distance made him question everything.
He confronted you late one night, his normally steady hands trembling as he reached for you. “Y/N… please. Tell me why you’ve been like this.” His voice was low, almost pleading. “I can’t stand it any longer. Do you still love me?”
You turned to him, your face blank and unreadable. “Love? Of course, I love you, Kokushibo,” you whispered, the warmth returning to your voice as you reached for him. His face softened, but the desperation in his eyes remained.
“You never have to feel alone,” you said softly, brushing away his tears with a gentle hand. “I’m here. I’ve always been here.” Kokushibo let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he pulled you close, unable to hide the relief in his eyes.
Kyogai
Kyogai’s heart broke slowly, like a crack in porcelain. Your distance from him was so unnatural, so unlike you, that he found it impossible to believe. His drums, normally a soothing sound, now rattled with anxiety as he tried to get your attention.
“Y/N,” he murmured, his voice soft but filled with a quiet desperation. “I don’t understand. Please… please tell me what’s wrong.” His hands shook as he reached for you, but you recoiled, leaving him staring at you with a hollow, pained expression.
Every attempt to speak to you, to make you smile again, was met with silence. He tried to be patient, but the frustration and heartbreak were becoming too much.
“I-I can’t stand this anymore,” he confessed, falling to his knees before you. His drums rang out in a sorrowful melody, and his voice cracked as he begged, “Please, Y/N, I need you. Don’t leave me like this.”
You finally turned to him, your expression softening. “Kyogai,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his cheek, your hands tender and warm as you returned to your usual affectionate ways. “I never left you. I just needed to see how much you cared for me.”
And just like that, he was whole again, wrapping his arms around you as he cried, “I will never leave you again… I promise.”
Douma
Douma’s usual playful, carefree nature was shattered the moment you started acting distant. At first, he thought it was a game, something you were doing to tease him. But the longer it went on, the more unsettling it became. You no longer smiled when he made his usual jokes, and your eyes, once warm with affection, were now cold, emotionless.
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked with his usual bright grin, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He reached out to take your hand, but you pulled it away, as though his touch meant nothing. He chuckled nervously, trying to play it off. “You’re not playing with me, are you? Come on, don’t be like that…”
But no matter how many times he tried to engage with you, to coax a smile from your lips, you wouldn’t budge. You acted like you didn’t care for him, like he was just another face to ignore.
It gnawed at him.
Days went by, and Douma grew more frantic. His usual carefree demeanor slipped as he watched you continue to shut him out. “Y/N, please…” He was losing his composure, his voice cracking with desperation. He tried to grab your wrist, but you pulled away again. “Why are you doing this to me?” His voice shook with the vulnerability he rarely allowed anyone to hear.
Finally, in an emotional outburst, Douma fell to his knees in front of you, tears glistening in his eyes as he whispered, “I can’t live like this. I can’t take it, Y/N. You’re everything to me. Please, just… look at me.”
For a moment, you just stood there, as if undecided. Then, with a soft sigh, you turned toward him, your eyes filled with a gentleness that had been absent for so long. “Douma,” you whispered, brushing a hand through his hair. “I’ve always been here. You’re not losing me.”
His face immediately softened, and he collapsed into your arms, relief flooding him as he clung to you. “I’ll never let you go again. Never,” he vowed, his voice full of sincerity, even as his playful mask returned. He smiled up at you, his gaze bright again. “You’re mine, after all.”
Akaza
Akaza had always been fierce and proud, but even his immense strength couldn’t protect him from the crushing weight of your coldness. When you first started pulling away from him, he tried to ignore it, convinced it was a phase. But with every passing day, your detachment made his heart ache more than he’d like to admit.
He would catch glimpses of your back as you walked away, never meeting his gaze. Even when he tried to speak to you, you’d give him only the briefest of responses. No warmth, no affection—nothing.
“Y/N,” Akaza growled one night, his voice rough with frustration. “What’s going on? Why won’t you look at me? Why won’t you talk to me?” He was never one to show vulnerability, but this was different. This was something he didn’t know how to fix.
You didn’t answer him. You didn’t even glance his way.
Akaza’s temper began to rise. “You think you can just shut me out like this? I’m not someone you can ignore!” He grabbed your arm, his grip tight, but you didn’t fight back. You just stood there, your expression as blank and cold as ever.
The silence between you two stretched on, and for the first time in a long while, Akaza found himself unsure. His anger began to melt away, replaced by something far worse: fear. The fear of losing you.
“I don’t care what you’re upset about. I’m here,” he said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll fix it. Just don’t…” His words caught in his throat. He never let anyone see him like this. “Don’t shut me out.”
It wasn’t until you turned to him, your eyes softening, that he realized the full depth of his desperation. “Akaza,” you whispered gently, taking his face in your hands. “I was just waiting for you to show me you cared. To show me you could be vulnerable with me, too.”
Akaza’s hardened exterior cracked at your words. He pulled you into an embrace, burying his face in your hair as he let out a breath of relief. “I never want to hurt you,” he muttered, his voice rough. “You’re everything to me. Don’t you ever doubt that again.”
Your warmth returned, and for a moment, it was like nothing had ever changed. The walls that had been between you crumbled, and Akaza held you close, knowing that he’d never take you for granted again.
Hello. Can you do a Yandere tengen+ his wives with an s/o, who is a bit shy and submissive maybe?
Thank you
“Dazzling Devotion” – Yandere Tengen + His Wives with a Shy, Submissive S/O (Fluff)
Life with Tengen and his wives was… overwhelming in the best way possible. They were expressive, bold, and unapologetic about their love for you, constantly finding ways to dote on you even when your shy nature made you flustered beyond belief.
You were their precious little darling, and they thrived on your soft-spoken words, your hesitant glances, and the way you melted under their touch.
Because no matter how much you tried to shrink away or hide, they would always bring you right back into their arms.
Tengen Uzui – The Flamboyant Protector
Tengen was the worst when it came to respecting your personal space. If he wanted your attention, he was getting it, whether that meant effortlessly lifting you onto his shoulder or twirling you around in his arms like you weighed nothing.
“Ahh, there’s that adorable expression I love so much,” he teased, grinning as he tilted your face up with a finger, making you look at him. “No need to be so shy, my little love. You belong in my arms.”
He lived for the way your cheeks burned, for the way you struggled to meet his intense gaze. It only made him want to tease you more, to pull you impossibly closer until you had no choice but to accept the overwhelming devotion he poured onto you.
And the way you submitted to his touch, so obediently and sweetly, sent a thrill down his spine.
“You’re too good for this world,” he’d murmur against your temple, voice softer than usual. “But don’t worry, we’ll protect you from anything that tries to take you away from us.”
Hinatsuru – The Gentle Nurturer
Hinatsuru had a way of making you feel safe, her love manifesting in quiet, tender gestures that melted away any anxieties.
If the others overwhelmed you too much, she was always there to pull you into a warm embrace, stroking your back soothingly. “It’s alright, Y/N,” she’d whisper, resting her chin atop your head. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me hold you.”
She loved how you would unconsciously lean into her touch, seeking comfort in her presence. Every time you shyly reached for her hand, she would squeeze it reassuringly, as if silently telling you: I’m right here. You don’t have to be nervous.
She always noticed when you were too flustered to ask for attention, so she made sure you never had to. Whether it was preparing your favorite tea, brushing your hair, or wrapping you up in a blanket while resting her head against your shoulder, she showed her love in ways that spoke directly to your heart.
And if she saw even a hint of discomfort, she wouldn’t hesitate to softly scold the others. “Tengen, Makio, Suma… give them a little space,” she’d say with a smile, though her tone was firm. “You don’t want to overwhelm them too much, do you?”
But deep down, she loved your flustered reactions just as much as the others. She just preferred to earn your trust, coaxing you into accepting her love until you willingly sought her out on your own.
Makio – The Feisty Tease
Makio loved how submissive you were, but at the same time, it infuriated her how you never asserted yourself. She saw it as both adorable and frustrating.
“You’re too damn cute for your own good,” she huffed, arms crossed as she tapped her foot impatiently. “Seriously, how am I supposed to not smother you when you get all shy like that?”
She wasn’t one to coddle, but she was one to get possessive. If anyone else outside their relationship made you blush, she was instantly throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close, shooting a glare that dared anyone to even look at you the wrong way.
If she really wanted attention, she’d be so dramatic about it. “Oi, if you don’t hug me right now, I’m not letting go of you all night,” she’d threaten.
Of course, you’d end up in her arms either way, her grip tight and unyielding as she nuzzled into your neck. “There we go,” she murmured, voice softening. “I knew you wanted to be close.”
And the moment you finally, shyly, hugged her back?
Her heart melted into a puddle.
Suma – The Clingy Crybaby
Suma was, without a doubt, the most dramatic when it came to your shy nature.
The first time she realized how submissive you were, she nearly burst into tears. “H-Hina! Makio! Tengen-sama! Y/N is bullying me by being so cute!” she wailed, flailing dramatically before throwing herself into your arms.
She was constantly clinging to you, whether it was linking her arms with yours, resting her head on your lap, or straight-up wrapping herself around you like a koala.
“I can’t help it!” she’d whine whenever the others scolded her for overwhelming you. “They’re just so soft and sweet and perfect!”
Despite her dramatics, she was also the most vocal about how much she loved you. If you so much as looked at her with those shy, unsure eyes, she was instantly showering you with affection.
And if you ever, ever initiated affection first?
Suma would malfunction, her entire face turning red before she inevitably burst into happy tears, clinging to you even tighter.
“You love me that much?!” she’d cry, sniffling as she buried her face in your chest. “I knew it! I knew you loved me!!”
A Love That Envelops You
Between the four of them, you were absolutely spoiled with affection.
They knew you were shy, but they adored that about you. They thrived on the way you hid your face when flustered, the way your voice wavered when they overwhelmed you with compliments.
But they also treasured you, showering you with warmth and reassurance whenever you felt uncertain.
No matter what, they would always pull you into their arms, into the safety of their unbreakable devotion.
Because you were theirs—their precious, shy, perfect little love.
Hya, whenever you’re free, can you do yandere hashira with artist reader who draws everyone they love, but when the hashira looks in their sketchbook they’re nowhere to be found, and when they ask reader about it they simply say “That’s because I don’t love you, and I only draw people I love like family.”
“Unsketched Devotion”
Your art was a reflection of your heart—a gallery of faces belonging to those you cherished. Each line and shadow captured the essence of your comrades, the ones you saw as family. Yet, your sketchbook held no trace of the Hashira. Not a single page was dedicated to them. And that was a mistake you couldn’t undo.
Giyuu Tomioka
Giyuu found your sketchbook by accident, picking it up when you left it unattended in the courtyard. As he flipped through the pages, his stoic expression barely shifted. Portraits of your friends stared back at him—each sketch lovingly detailed, each face marked by the unmistakable care of the artist. But as he reached the end, he realized none of the drawings included him.
When he confronted you, his voice was quiet but edged with a rare intensity. “Why am I not in your sketches, Y/N?”
You met his gaze, unflinching. “Because I don’t love you, Giyuu. I only draw the people I love like family.”
His eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. The stillness that followed was suffocating, a brewing storm concealed behind a mask of indifference. But the damage was done. From that moment on, Giyuu became a silent shadow, always watching, his unspoken yearning sharpening into something more dangerous.
Shinobu Kocho
Shinobu’s delicate fingers leafed through your sketchbook with feigned curiosity, her smile never faltering. Each lovingly crafted portrait of your friends and comrades felt like a dagger pressed against her heart. There was not a single sketch of her, not even a quick doodle.
“My, my… How strange,” she mused aloud, violet eyes glinting. “Why am I not in your sketches, Y/N?”
The truth fell from your lips without hesitation. “I don’t love you, Shinobu. I only draw people I love like family.”
Her smile widened, but her eyes darkened. “Is that so?” she whispered, each word dipped in venomous sweetness. Though she maintained her usual facade, Shinobu’s possessive nature bloomed, twisted roots of obsession sinking deeper into her soul. She would ensure you realized how wrong you were, one gentle manipulation at a time.
Kyojuro Rengoku
Kyojuro held your sketchbook as if it were a sacred text, the vibrant portraits inside radiating warmth that now felt bitterly cold. His fiery eyes dimmed, the usual brightness shadowed by confusion.
“Y/N!” he called, voice booming but tinged with hurt. “Why have you not drawn me?”
You met his earnest gaze, the truth burning on your tongue. “Because I don’t love you, Rengoku. I only draw the people I love like family.”
His shoulders stiffened, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “I see.” His voice was softer now, almost a whisper. “I shall work hard to earn a place in your heart then.”
But his determination twisted into an obsession. Kyojuro’s once-warm attentiveness became a consuming flame, intent on igniting your affections until you had no choice but to acknowledge him—permanently.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Sanemi’s rough hands flipped through the pages with an increasing fury, each portrait of your loved ones a cruel reminder of his exclusion. The lines of his face tightened, eyes narrowing with barely-contained rage.
“The hell is this?” he snarled, throwing the sketchbook down in front of you. “Why didn’t you draw me?”
Your reply was blunt, unwavering. “I don’t love you, Sanemi. I only draw the people I love like family.”
A bitter laugh escaped him, wild eyes blazing. “You think that’ll stop me? I’ll make you love me if it’s the last damn thing I do.”
From that day, his obsession became violent—a storm of passion that threatened to tear you apart if you didn’t yield. He would force himself into your life, carving his presence into your heart whether you wanted him there or not.
Tengen Uzui
Tengen’s confident smirk faded as he flipped through your sketchbook, his wives peeking over his shoulder with furrowed brows. Not a single image of him adorned your pages—a glaring omission he couldn’t ignore.
“Why haven’t you drawn me, flashy as I am?” he asked, his tone unusually subdued.
You met his expectant gaze, your answer simple but piercing. “Because I don’t love you, Tengen. I only draw the people I love like family.”
His eyes narrowed, the jovial facade cracking. “That just means I need to become the center of your world.”
His obsession with you intensified, his usual flamboyant charm turning into a suffocating presence. His wives became equally invested, conspiring with him to entangle you in their lives, convinced that your heart was simply waiting to be dazzled by their love.
Mitsuri Kanroji
Mitsuri’s eyes welled up with tears as she looked through your sketchbook, each page a painful reminder that she was not among your cherished subjects. Her lip trembled as she turned to you, a mixture of heartbreak and desperate hope in her gaze.
“Y/N-chan… why haven’t you drawn me?”
Your response was gentle but firm. “Because I don’t love you, Mitsuri. I only draw people I love like family.”
Her tears fell freely, but a strange light sparked in her eyes. “That just means I have to love you even more until you can’t help but love me back!”
Her obsession grew suffocating, her affection becoming overbearing as she clung to you, determined to become the center of your world, even if it meant smothering you with her love.
Muichiro Tokito
Muichiro stared at your sketchbook with a blank expression, the absence of his image causing a stir he couldn’t quite identify. Slowly, he turned to you, his voice monotone but edged with something darker.
“Why am I not in your sketches?”
You answered honestly, your words clear and steady. “Because I don’t love you, Muichiro. I only draw people I love like family.”
His eyes darkened, a rare intensity taking hold. “Then I’ll make sure you love me. No matter how long it takes.”
Muichiro’s obsession became a silent storm, his seemingly aloof nature masking the depth of his fixation. He would haunt your every step, ensuring you never forgot his presence until your heart surrendered to him.
Obanai Iguro
Obanai’s mismatched eyes glared at the sketchbook, each page a reminder of his exclusion from your heart. His voice was low, simmering with anger. “Why am I not in your drawings, Y/N?”
Your reply was blunt, a cold truth. “Because I don’t love you, Obanai. I only draw people I love like family.”
His grip on his sword tightened, the air growing colder. “You’ll learn to love me,” he whispered, a chilling promise. “I’ll make sure of it.”
From that moment, Obanai’s obsession consumed him, his every move calculated to draw you closer, to force your hand into sketching his face—if only to capture the fear in your eyes.
Aoi Kanzaki
Aoi found your sketchbook one evening while tidying up the Butterfly Estate. She hadn’t meant to snoop, but curiosity got the best of her. As she flipped through the pages, admiration flickered in her blue eyes—your drawings were beautiful, filled with so much love and warmth.
But that warmth never extended to her.
Her expression hardened as she reached the last page, her grip tightening. Not a single sketch of her.
Later, she confronted you, her voice sharp but controlled. “Why didn’t you draw me?”
You hesitated, but lying would only make things worse. “…Because I don’t love you, Aoi. I only draw the people I love like family.”
For a long moment, she just stared at you, her usual firm exterior wavering. Something unreadable flickered in her gaze, something dangerous. Then, she exhaled slowly, her fingers digging into the fabric of her uniform.
“I see.” Her voice was quieter than usual. “That’s… disappointing.”
She didn’t argue, didn’t yell—but her actions spoke louder than words. From that day on, Aoi became impossibly attentive, inserting herself into every aspect of your life. Every meal was prepared by her hands. Every injury tended by her personally. Every escape blocked by her ever-watchful eyes.
You didn’t love her?
That was fine.
She would simply become irreplaceable until you couldn’t imagine a life without her.
Kanao Tsuyuri
Kanao was quiet when she found your sketchbook. She had been watching you draw for weeks, waiting patiently for the moment you would turn your attention to her. But as she flipped through the pages, her fingers delicately tracing the faces you had so lovingly drawn, she felt something unfamiliar coil in her chest.
She wasn’t there.
Not a single sketch of her.
She found you later, her soft voice carrying a quiet intensity. “Why am I not in your drawings, Y/N?”
You met her gaze, calm and unwavering. “Because I don’t love you, Kanao. I only draw people I love like family.”
Silence.
Her grip on the sketchbook tightened ever so slightly. Her coin—her constant source of decision-making—remained tucked away in her pocket. For once, she didn’t need it.
“…That’s okay,” she murmured, her voice light, almost detached. “I’ll just have to change that.”
And change it, she did.
From that day forward, Kanao was never far from your side. She followed you like a shadow, her silent presence a constant weight. Every time you picked up a pencil, she was there—watching, waiting.
You didn’t love her now.
But one day, you would.
And when that day came, your sketchbook would be filled with her face, page after page, until no one else remained.
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I just got an idea. Yandere hashira plus the wives kanao and Aoi with a time traveling reader from the 21st century who tries to ward them off by spraying water at them with a spray bottle. And they say “bad! Bad!” While doing it.
The way I wrote it was kinda unserious so it’s basically just fluff and crack
The situation had spiraled out of control.
You, a time traveler from the 21st century, had somehow ended up in the Demon Slayer era. As if that wasn’t bad enough, you had attracted the obsessive attention of the Hashira, Tengen’s wives, Kanao, and Aoi.
They were all crazy.
It started with Mitsuri clinging to your arm whenever she saw you, gushing about how adorable you were. Then, Rengoku began showing up at odd hours, declaring that he would personally protect you at all costs. Tengen’s wives started sneaking you off to “spend time together,” while Obanai and Sanemi developed a concerning habit of hovering way too close.
You had tried reasoning with them. Didn’t work.
You had tried running. Caught within seconds.
Then, an idea struck. A technique passed down through generations of pet owners, daycare workers, and desperate siblings.
The almighty spray bottle.
Armed with a repurposed perfume bottle filled with water, you were ready. The next time one of them tried to grab you—
Spritz.
A fine mist of water hit Rengoku square in the face. He blinked in shock, the sheer audacity of your attack stunning him into silence.
“Bad!” you scolded, shaking the bottle. “Bad!”
Rengoku wiped his face, golden eyes wide. “Huh?”
A moment of silence passed.
It worked. IT WORKED.
Emboldened, you turned to the others, who had begun closing in, some amused, others curious.
Spritz! Spritz!
Shinobu gasped as droplets hit her cheek. “Oh my,” she murmured, touching her face. “How cruel, Y/N.”
Mitsuri squealed, hands flying to her face. “That’s so mean! But so cute at the same time~!”
Sanemi snarled, dodging the mist. “The hell are you doing?!”
“Training you freaks to stay away!” you snapped.
Tengen’s wives were next. Hinatsuru and Makio gasped when they got hit, while Suma let out a dramatic wail, collapsing to the ground.
“IT BURNS! Y/N, HOW COULD YOU?!” she sobbed.
Makio rolled her eyes. “It’s just water, Suma.”
Meanwhile, Giyuu simply blinked at you, water dripping down his face, looking as if he were questioning all his life choices. Muichiro, standing beside him, barely reacted, only sighing as if you were wasting his time.
Then, you heard the soft shuffle of feet.
Kanao.
She approached with a soft, unreadable smile, violet eyes locked onto you. You knew that look—she was about to reach for your hand, like she had done before.
Spritz.
Kanao barely flinched. Instead, she tilted her head and smiled. “I don’t mind.”
You faltered. “What.”
Then, to your horror, she took the bottle from your hands.
Before you could react, she spritzed you.
Betrayal.
“Kanao. Why.”
Shinobu giggled behind her hand. “How interesting… you thought this would work?”
“I-It did for a second!” you argued.
A sigh drew your attention—Aoi. She was staring at you like you were the dumbest person she had ever met. Before you could reach for the bottle, she snatched it from Kanao’s hands and smacked it out of reach.
“Enough of that nonsense,” she scolded, arms crossed. “You’re acting like a child.”
Your heart sank.
And just like that, the hesitation in their eyes vanished.
“Oh no,” you whispered.
A shadow loomed over you—Tengen, his cocky grin sending chills down your spine. “That was adorable, but did you really think you could keep us away with water, little one?”
Rengoku, now recovered, chuckled warmly, though his eyes gleamed with something dangerous. “A valiant effort! But no matter what, Y/N, we won’t leave your side.”
You tried to take a step back, but hands reached for you.
“Wait! Let’s talk about this—”
Too late.
You let out a muffled yelp as you were pulled into their arms, the warmth of their bodies suffocating. Kanao and Aoi stood off to the side, watching as the others crowded you like a pack of wolves.
“I think they’ve learned their lesson,” Aoi said, shaking her head.
Kanao held the spray bottle, inspecting it thoughtfully. “Maybe we should keep this,” she murmured. “It could be fun.”
And as you struggled in their grasp, you made a mental note:
Could you please do a secret relationship with tomioka x reader hashira but sanemi has feelings for reader, on a mission he pinned her to a tree and kissed her, instinctively she pushed him away, so when sanemi finds out why she pushed him away he gets jealous
Hidden Ties and Fractured Bonds
The cold night air carried the scent of damp earth and distant rain as you moved swiftly through the dense forest, your uniform slightly tattered from the relentless battle you had just fought. Your body ached, exhaustion creeping into your bones, but your mind was elsewhere—on a certain quiet, brooding Hashira waiting for you back home.
No one knew about your relationship with Giyuu Tomioka. The two of you had kept it hidden, away from prying eyes and wagging tongues. He wasn’t one for grand gestures, but in the quiet moments between missions, in stolen touches and secret meetings, he had made his feelings for you undeniable. And you—despite your best efforts to remain composed—had fallen for him completely.
Tonight, however, something else occupied your thoughts. Something—or rather, someone—you had not anticipated.
Sanemi Shinazugawa.
The Wind Hashira had been acting strange around you for weeks, his usual sharp tongue biting back more words than usual, his piercing gaze lingering longer than necessary. You weren’t oblivious—you had seen the way his expression softened in fleeting moments, the way he hovered close when unnecessary. You just hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it.
But tonight, in the heat of battle, he had been reckless—too reckless. You had to pull him back more than once, and when the demon was finally slain, when the adrenaline had faded into a heady mix of exhaustion and relief, he had cornered you beneath the canopy of towering trees.
You had barely caught your breath when Sanemi stepped forward, eyes wild with something unreadable. Before you could move, he had pinned you against the rough bark of a tree, his hand firm against your wrist.
“Sanemi—”
He didn’t let you finish. His lips crashed against yours, fierce and desperate. The world seemed to still for a brief moment, shock rendering you motionless before instinct took over. Your hands pressed against his chest, shoving him back with more force than you intended.
Sanemi staggered slightly, breathing heavily. His eyes searched yours, filled with confusion, frustration—hurt.
“Why did you push me away?” His voice was quieter than you expected, rough with emotion.
You hesitated. You hadn’t wanted to hurt him, but the truth was unavoidable.
“I—” You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “I’m with someone.”
The words hung between you like a blade, sharp and undeniable. Sanemi’s expression darkened, his brows knitting together as realization dawned on him.
“Who?” His voice was dangerously low.
You clenched your jaw, knowing that saying Giyuu’s name would only make things worse. But Sanemi wasn’t stupid. He could read the hesitation in your eyes, the way your body tensed under his gaze.
And then it clicked.
Tension crackled in the air like an impending storm, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “Him,” he spat, voice dripping with venom.
You didn’t confirm it, but you didn’t need to.
Sanemi let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head as if trying to dispel the thought from his mind. “Of all people… it had to be that bastard, didn’t it?”
You felt your heart clench. You hadn’t wanted this—to hurt him, to see the raw jealousy flicker in his usually defiant eyes. But you also knew there was nothing you could do to change it.
“Sanemi…” you started, but he held up a hand, stopping you.
“Don’t,” he muttered. His voice was quieter now, laced with something heavier, something broken. “Just… forget this happened.”
And with that, he turned on his heel, disappearing into the darkness of the forest.
You let out a shaky breath, pressing your back against the tree, your heart still racing.
You had kept your love for Giyuu hidden to avoid complications. But as the night air grew colder, you realized it was too late for that. The damage had already been done.
