Hobie Brown X Fem Reader

Hobie Brown x fem reader

When the reader has dyslexia, ADHD, and has trouble with spelling certain words or just forget how to spell the most simplest words ever gets insecure about their learning disability and then falls into a depressive episode (which is just them distancing themselves from other (Hobie) for weeks)

Who Needs Words Anyway?

Hobie Brown x femspiderpersonReader

Reader distances themself from Hobie after they fail to read a recent mission report in front of him. Hobie thinks nothing of it, but reader falls into a depressive episode.

Your Pov

I hate this, I fucking hate this. I asked Miguel to just get Lyla to tell me my missions over and over again, but it seems like that suck up ass won't listen. Now an envelope with my most recent mission assignment is staring at me. I feel myself begin to panic at the very idea of opening up the document, but considering my job, I have to. No way in hell am I going to get stuck in my reality, especially since my boyfriend might be restricted to see me. Although, he's never been one to play by the rules, and that's what I absolutely love about him. Taking much needed deep breath, I opened it and immediately I couldn't read a damn thing. All of the letters were all jumbled up except for a few, which didn't help because I still had no idea what the mission was. I let out a frustrated groan of annoyance and slammed the document down on the table in front of me.

"Oi, what's goin on in here love?" Hobie suddenly spoke making me nearly jump from my chair.

"Nothing, just a mission assignment, no biggie." I responded as casually as I could.

"Alright, what you got goin on?" He questioned walking towards me. He then sat on the table flashing one of his heart melting smiles that got me to date him in the first place. He really is a charmer, and he doesn't even need to try.

"Um...I haven't read it yet, but once I do I'll let you know." I said fidgeting with the paper before me.

"Can't you read it now, I want to see if there is a chance that I could come with you, not that I need permission or anything though." He said chuckling at the thought of breaking the rules once again.

"Nah, I think I'll read it later." I lied.

"Why can't you do it now, you ain't got nothin better to do." He joked.

"Sure, yea." I spoke quietly beginning to read the document once more yet failing once more. My anxiety began to spike considering Hobie still hadn't known about my conditions. I needed to get out as this situation was far too overwhelming for me to think. I began picking at my fingers trying to calm myself, but that didn't work. And suddenly I got up and ran out of the door unable to form a sentence to my boyfriend as he yelled my name.

Shooting my webs, I went to the highest point of the building and begin pacing all around it trying to calm myself. I couldn't face him and no way could I face Miguel again, especially since he knows about my conditions and hasn't even tried to accommodate me. Quickly I called Lyla and the fashionable AI came into view.

"Hey sugar, what's up?" She asked fixing her coat

"Can you please tell me my mission?" I asked her quickly

"Sure, but didn't you get the report?" she asked and I immedietly deadpanned at the fact that Miguel didn't even put my conditions on my file as she would know.

"Lyla I can't read them very well, can you please just tell me from now on and put it on my file considering the boss forgets to do so?" I asked her standing upside down looking at the futuristic city before me.

"Sure thing, and... done. Now as for that mission, you are to go to Earth-2341 and capture an anomoly known as the viper. Have fun!" Lyla said almost as though she was celebrating something.

"Thanks, I'll go right now." I told her knowing that going without preperation might not be a good idea.

"Be careful, want me to get Hobie to assist you?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"Nah, I'll be fine." I reassured.

Three days later...

I was not in fact fine. My wounds were far more severe than I expected. I guess that's what I get for acting on my impulses. I numbly walked towards the infirmary sighing at the thought of getting scolded by the doctor for being too reckless again. My agony was washed away when out of the corner of my eye I saw Hobie. Although, as soon as that feeling of happiness came another feeling of regret and shame hit me like a truck and I began walking as fast as I could to try and avoid him. No way in hell was I going to talk to him right now, especially after what happened. I'm far too emmbarassed to be around him right now. However, I was no where near fast enough and I felt the soft touch of my boyfriend's hand on my shoulder and he tried to turn me around to face him.

"Hey love, oh shit are you alright?' Hobie greeted quickly as he began pulling my arm to the infirmary.

"No, I feel like shit, I was just on my way there and I don't need your help getting there, I know where its is." I snapped at him immidenietly regretting it due to the painfuil look in his beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm sorry, but don't take it out on me, I'm just trying to help." He said calmly and I was reminded once again why I'm with him in the first place. As he is the kindest and most honest person I have ever met.

"I don't need your help Hobie, just leave me be please, I need some space." I told him turning away and walking straight to the infirmary.

Two Weeks Later...

Fuck, I really should not have snapped at him like that. And all because I was too nervous to tell him about my dyslexia. He probably hates me now, but I'm too chicken shit to ask him. I haven't gotten much sleep since that day and I don't care considering I feel like I deserve it for how I treated my boyfriend. I sighed laying back down on my messy bed that I haven't had the energy to make it. Due to the severity of my injuries, I'm off missions for a few weeks until I'm fully healed. Miguel hates when we aren't perfect when completing our missions. I feel physically fine, I'm just not entirely there mentally at the moment. I felt so tired but all I've been doing is sleeping and waiting for Hobie to burst through the doors and make me do something with him. But he won't, I asked him to leave me alone and he's respecting that even though I don't want him too. Closing my eyes for the millionth time these past two weeks, I'm interrupted by someone shaking my head. My spidey sense didn't go off because it was the one and well many, Gwen Stacy.

"Get up, you need to go talk to him." She demanded picking me up off of my bed as I slouched onto the floor.

"No, don't wanna." I whined not looking up at her.

"Bullshit, you two love the hell out of each other. Talk to him and tell him everything." She said softer

"Girl, he's literally the least judgmental person ever. He won't even care about it because it doesn't effect you as a person." Gwen spoke crouching down placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You're right, you know where he is?" I asked getting up and finding fresher clothes to put on.

"Yeah, he's at his place." she said helping me pick something to wear even though there were piles of dirty clothes like everywhere.

"Thanks, wish me luck." I spoke finally dressed as I opened the portal to his dimension.

"You don't need it, but good luck." Gwen smiled with a thumbs up.

After making my way to his place I knocked on his door. He immediatley opened it and his eyes lit up as soon as he saw me. This clamed my nerves knowing he was still excited to see me I find myself seated on his couch that was probably over 100 years old. I can't complain though, this bitch was comfortable. Hobie stat on the other side of the couch looking at me as though he was waiting for me to speak.

"Love, you alright? What do you need to say." he asked

I took a deep shaky breath realizing its really okay. Gwen'sright about being the least most judgemental person here. Taking one more deep breath I began to tell him.

" First off, I'm so sorry for snapping at you two weeks ago and for telling you to leave me alone. The reason for it is that have dyslexyia meaning I sometimes get certain words mixed up and that's why I prefer to just be told my mission by Lyla rather than receiving a report like you or Gwen. I didn't tell you because I felt embarassed about it." I told him quickly looking down at my hands as I picked at my left palm.

"Love, that ain't nothing to be embarressed about. Wanna know why?" Hobie questioned with his right eyebrow cocked with a mischevious grin on his face.

"Why?" I chuckled at his face knowing he's say something ridiclous.

"Who needs words anyway, none of em' make sense most of the time." he joked cuckling at himself

"Pfft, Hobie lots of people do, that's how people communicate." I responded folding my arms across my chest giving him a grin as well.

"Nah, fuck the rules and everyone else. But seriously I'm glad you told me I feel like I know you better. So thank you for letting me in on that, love and I forgive you." Hobie reassured as he scooted next to me wrapping his longs arms around my body in a comforting hug as he stroked my head.

"I love you." I whispered leaning into him.

"Yeah, I love ya too." he said as he kissed my forehead nuzzling into temple. "Alright now, how's bout we cuddle and then order some pizza later, yea?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good to me, Hobie." I told him as we both basked in the warmth of each other.

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Flamboyant Past Lovers

Tengen Uzui x fem!Hashira Reader x Kyojuro Rengoku

Angst, Fluff, Reader is monogamous. Tengen decided that he wanted other wives despite your protests. So you decide to leave.

Your Pov

I have no desire to leave. I’m fact just thinking about leaving makes my heart burn with a sadness I’ve never experienced. The love I had for him was stronger than any feeling I had. I knew leaving him was not going to be easy. I know he loves me, but not enough. He desired a large family which meant more women in that family. The day I met the three women was the day I knew our love died. I wore a fake smile that sad uncomfortably on my features. Not even Tengen noticed how uncomfortable I was and he was good at seeing that. I had no idea that he felt this way because he had never discussed his desires about a large family before. All he told me was that he wanted a family. He would talk about the kids that we would have together and how we would grow old too. I guess he forgot to mention that he wanted to grow old with other women too. He proposed to marry all of us because he claimed to love us all. After that I knew I had to leave him. I guess all those extra days he would be gone were to see them. Or when he told you he had a mission to go on the same time you did, but when you asked him about it he would immediately change the subject. He would talk about how he wanted to be more flamboyant in his life and how he wished he could do more. So I guess this was his solution. When I talked to him afterwards about it and how it made me feel uneasy, he just told me that this would make him happy and that I should just go along with it. Because if I loved him then I would let him marry them. Out of guilt and sadness I said he could because I knew that he would do it without my permission or not. What I didn’t tell him was that I was leaving. For I could not love a man that loves another more than he loves me.

Now here I am packing the last of my things, not like I own a lot. If he wants this big family he can have it. I just am not comfortable with it. And I never will be. He gets what he wants and hopefully one day I’ll be able to be loved by someone who will only love me. I hope Tengen is finally happy and that he gets the family he’s always wanted with the women he’s always wanted. I just wish I had been enough I really do , but now I have to move on with my life. Im one rank away from being a hashira so that’s what I will be focusing on that as I heal from the would Tengen left. I wrote him a letter explaining why I’m leaving and to not look for me because this is what I need to do for myself. He did what he needed for him so now I’ll take care of me. And with that I left our shared home and all of the memories with it. Now I will become stronger so that I can earn the title of Hashira and maybe find someone who can love only me.

Tengen's Pov

Shit I was too harsh in y/n. I wish she understood how I’m feeling about all of this. She should know that this doesn’t change how I feel about her. In fact I love that girl more than I could ever love the other three. Those girls are nice sure and I’m happy to be marrying them, but they could never compare to her. Maybe marring them is not the right call. I probably should have talked to y/n before I brought them to meet her. She did say that she was cool with it so maybe after some time all five of us can be a happy family. Just the thought of that warms my heart. As I walked up to me and y/n and soon to be Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s shared home I was welcomed with an uneasy silence. Normally when she’s inside the house it sounds peaceful. But now I’m hearing something that makes me feel worried. I called out for my lover to hear nothing but silence back. I then began looking all over the house and our surrounding property looking for her, but she was no where to be found. Fear filled me and just I was about to leave our home to look further when I caught a glimpse of a beautifully folded piece of paper that had my name written on it. I quickly picked it up and open the paper. As I read I knew the writing was hers. She has always had the most beautiful penmanship. However, her handwriting brought forth something that made my whole body shake with pure anguish. She’s gone and she won’t be coming back. All because I wanted to marry other women. She stated that she desired to be loved by someone who only wanted to love her. That she was leaving so that I could be happy and get the family I wanted. And that she would become a Hashira like me and find herself. The last thing she wrote was that she loved me and she hopes I have a good life. I put the paper down as my vision became blurry and my hand were shaking. She was gone and it was all my fault. She thought that her not being here would make me a happy man. That’s not the case she’s the reason I was happy I was just selfish for wanting more. Now she’s gone. She’ll become stronger while I marry three women I’ll never love the same as I loved her. Despite my sadness I’m proud of her and I pray that she gets stronger so she can accomplish her dreams. And that she stays alive. I will see her again when she becomes a Hashira. I just know that she’ll be the most flashy Hashira of them all.

Two years later…

Your pov

It’s officially been two years since I’ve seen him. In that time I became the mountain hashira.I mastered mountain breathing which has allowed me to become a very strong hashria. And in those two years I found someone who only wants me. His name is Kenjurio Rengoku the flame hashira. He makes me feel whole again like I’m something to be treasured and not discarded. I feel stronger with him and it helps that we are both hashiras. I can safely say that I love him.

Kyojuro and I were walking down the path to the masters house. He has called the hashiras for a meeting. This is my first time officially meeting the other hashiras so I’m kinda of excited to meet them. And I’m excited to see the master again he is someone I trust so when he calls I answer even if that means I have to see Tengen again. I started to remember everything that happened and some of the old feelings came back which made me feel slightly nervous.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n!” Kyojuro screamed

“Oh shit, yeah sorry love what is it” I questioned

“What are you thinking about? Are you nervous to see Uzui again? Or perhaps something else is bothering you?” He said loudly

“I’m not nervous about it don’t worry. He got what he wanted and I’m happy that I’m with you. That’s what I’m thinking about” I spoke to him

He stopped and faced me which caused me to come to a halt. His right hand ever so gently touched my face which caused me to shiver. He then leaned down and pressed his lips against mine for a moment. He then pressed his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes which made me blush by how intense his flaming eyes were. A large goofy smile graced his features and he spoke.

“Whatever happens it will be okay. I know it will. You’re a hashira now and a strong one at that. You captured my heart and my soul. I love you and if seeing him again make you weary I will vouch for you to the master and tell him you were sick or something.” He said with sincerity.

“I love you too Kyojuro. And no the master called for us so I will be there. Thank you for looking out for me, but I promise I will be okay. Like you said I’m strong and you’ll be there so I will be okay. Kyojuro you’re part of the reason I’ve been able to move on from everything. So let’s go the master is expecting us.” I said with a smile.

A little while later we made it to the masters mansion. The other hashira were already lined up outside on the stone walkway of the masters house. Kyojuro and I made our way and I stood next to Giyu who was on my left while my lover was on my right. All of the other hashira are strong people who have killed many demons and saved many lives. I was proud to be standing there with them. However, Tengen Uzui was not present. I began to worry slightly but my worry was cut short by a booming voice of confidence.

“Sorry I’m a little late I was busy dealing with a pesky demon that talked too much. Don’t I killed it in a flashy way to make up for it.” Uzui boasted as he made his way next to Kyojuro.

I straightened my back and kept my eyes forward awaiting the master. Kyojuro managed to sense my nervousness and held my hand which brought me comfort. I felt a pair of piercing eyes on me so I looked to my right only to see Tengen looking at me. His gaze seemed to soften and he sent me a small smile that gave me chills. We looked at eachother for a few more seconds then the master came out and began talking. Immediately I bowed and so did the other hashira to show our respect to him. Soon after we all stood up to see this boy with an interesting scar on his forehead begging us to let his sister who unfortunately became a demon live.

Soon the master decided to let them both live which at first I wasn’t fond of. However, if the master says it’s alright then I will trust him. I just hope she never hurts anyone in the future. Having a demon on our side might actually prove useful. Kyojuro and Tengen both opposed the idea and still do, but I’m hopeful for the future. Kyojuro and I were planning on visiting his father and little brother. As we were saying our goodbyes I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately I knew who it was so I turned around to greet him.

“Y/n it’s been awhile. How have you been?” Tengen asked with sincerity.

“It has and I’ve been doing quite well. As you see I’ve become a hashira. I mastered mountain breathing. I heard that you married Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru. How are they doing?” I asked with a smile.

“You’ve gotten much stronger and flashier than the last time I saw you. And my wives are doing quite well, thank you” He replied

We stood there just looking at eachother. It was uncomfortable but after two years of not seeing eachother after what we were it wasn’t expected.

“I’m gonna be real honest. I miss you the day you left me broke me to my very core. I wanna say that I’m sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve a shitty lover. I wasn’t being very flashy by forcing other people into our relationship.” He said honesty

“Tengen I forgive you. It’s been a while and I’ve been able to heal from that. I mean I became a hashira and I’ve been able to save so many people because of it. That’s made my life worth living.” I said while putting my right hand on his shoulder.

“That’s great y/n I have been worrying about you but you’re strong. And I know it’s not my place to ask this but I still love you and I’ve loved you ever since I met you. You made me into the man I am today. I took your love for granted, but I want to try again with you. Yes, I’m married but I still crave you y/n and I want to know if you still love me too” Tengen spoke in a hopeful voice.

“Part of me does still care for you and love you, but I moved on Tengen. I found someone who loves me and only me. I found Kyojuro Rengoku and he’s made me incredibly happy. Thank you for the offer but I have to decline. I believe I have a happy future with him and I love him. Just promise me that you will take care of your wives” I said with tears forming in my eyes. Tengen then wiped them away and pulled me into a comforting hug and spoke.

“Then I’m happy for you. He’s a flashy man and a strong hashira. I hope he can love you the way that I couldn’t. I love you y/n and always will okay. I promise I’ll take care of them. If we ever have a mission together with just the two of us I’ll protect you too” he said in a whisper

“I know you will. Thank you.” I said as a single tear fell down my face.

We pulled apart and I heard Kyojuros voice telling me we had to go. I looked up at Tengen one last time and gave him the biggest smile I could as we said our goodbyes. As I left I turned my head to see him still looking at me and I swear I thought I saw a tear fall.

“Everything okay love?” Kyojuro questioned

“Yeah, I just needed to speak with Tengen about something.” I responded

“I’m guessing it went well then” he said in his booming voice

“It did” I said to him as I held onto his arm on the path to his family home.

I was so happy and content with how my life was going. I knew my life would be hard considering I was a hashira. Yet what I didn’t know was that my happiness would soon be destroyed…

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Muzan and Leanan sidhe! reader? Reader is a art eating fairy (what leanan sidhe means) and likes masterful art the best. However, they sense the infinity castle from where they are roaming and smell the 'food' (the paint) there. So, to get there, i imagine there would be magic involved. just phase through the ground and enter there that way. I'd think Reader would be astonished from how lovely the place looks, no? The infinity castle is pretty! After they find the art they'd marvel before beginning to savor each bite; unaware they were being watched... this enough detail?

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Art Eater

Muzan x fairy!reader

Reader specifically is a fairy that eats art and is attracted to art/paint. Readers gender is not specified.

Fluff, mentions of eating paint(please don’t do that!), Muzan is wayy out of character.

Nighttime was the highlight of your long days looking for your fix: delicious paintings. You have been starving looking for food. You can eat other things but everything you tried to eat tasted like hot ash in your mouth, so you didn't bother with it. Tonight you were fluttering around when the smell you've been longing for filled your nose with sweet delight. So, naturally, you followed it desperately.

Soon enough you found the source of the scent, however, you were met with severe confusion. "Where the hell is it." You questioned to yourself and you began flying around frantically looking for the paintings. With no luck, you decided to sit down on the grass below you. However, instead of sitting you sank and you sank. With a yelp, you fell far into the earth and landed on your ass. Your eyes were met with a wonderous sight and you thanked your magical abilities for allowing you to be able to tread in spaces that normal beings can't.

You sat up, opened your wings, and began fluttering around the large space. The scent you had been searching for filling the entire space you were now in. In fact there was no searching needed as you found a filled with the most beautiful painting imaginable. You almost felt bad for salivating as much as you did. You decided that you would just nibble at the edged as to not ruin the paintings. And so, you began eating the once closest to you. The first bite was so good that you moaned slightly at the very taste. The second bite was no different as you chewed much faster than before, almost ravenous for it. Whoever painted these used high quality paint and you were so thankful for it. In fact, you could swear that these paintings were the best you've ever had and you made a mental not to make sure that you stuck around in this magical place. You lost track of time with the amount you were eating as your previous thoughts about only eating the corners were ignored. As you had already eaten an entire painting, yet still hungry for more. As you moved onto another one and took your first bite, you felt chills run down your back. You looked to your left to see beautiful ruby red eyes staring back at you. It was a man with a curious look on his face, despite the curious look he seemed dangerous and you mentally cursed yourself for being so hungry.

"Who are you and why are you devouring my art." the man demanded as his eyes never left yours. You took your mouth off of the painting looking at it and seeing deep teeth marks. You then gulped nervously smiling at him trying to look innocent.

"Well...um..." You chuckled

"Spit it out!" he spat

"Jeeze, my name is y/n and...uh...your art is tasty...?" you said with a toothy grin while squinting your eyes.

"You're a fairy, aren't you?" He questioned

"Yep!" You beamed. "So what's your name?" You asked him trying to relieve the awkwardness.

"Muzan Kibutsuji" he replied as he scanned over the paintings. "Which one is your favorite?" He asked suddenly after some time.

"Oh um... I think that one. The one with the weeping woman. Something about her makes me feel something strange and I can't really figure out what it is." You told him staring at the painting with a soft smile.

"Yes, that one is my favorite as well." Muzan stated giving a similar look at the painting. You then realized something that you probably should have thought about before.

"So how long have you know I was here?" You questioned Muzan kinda regretting that you asked him that. "Welp, I'm dead." you thought to yourself closing your eyes awaiting the impact of whatever he might do. And yet, nothing came. It was silent for a minute until you heard the cutest soft laughter you've ever heard from any being ever. You opened your eyes to find the laughter come from him. And honestly you were shook that a man as scary as him could ever laugh like that.

"You're so amusing little fairy." He spoke as his smile went away and his previous behavior returned.

"Uh, thanks." You spoke awkwardly looking anywhere but him with the faintest blush on your face. "So can I get back to what I was doing before?" You asked being bold.

"Sure, just do not eat all of them as I do spend a decent amount of time on each one." He spoke casually like it was no bug deal that he makes such magnificent art. This left you surprised and you smiled wildly at him.

"Thank you so much!" You beamed. And might I say you're a brilliant artist!" you complimented trying to gain his favor

"See you around my little art eater." Muzan told you walking away without looking at you. "And thank you." he spoke one last time before disappearing somewhere in the vast castle.

And so you did the most logical thing to in that moment and returned to the painting you were previously munching on. You were glad that you fell through that hole and into the home of Muzan Kibutsuji and who knows what else is in here. You smiled to yourself and took a massive bite out of the beautiful and tasty painting.

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Rarities

Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!Albino!reader

Douma has been keeping you away from Muzan. He soon finds out and requests an both of you into the mansion. Because what demon wouldn’t be intrigued by a human that is sensitive to the sun. Angst, fluff. Reader is albino and therefore has the characteristics of albanism. Muzan is most likely out of character. This was a requested fic, however the original post kept deleting itself so I needed to scrap it and make a new one. Thanks to @cursetopia for requesting this it was interesting to write.

Your Pov

The room as cold and darkly lit as the only light was from a single candle on the far side of the room. Not that I minded absence of light as the sun was nearly umberable. I sat on my bed that master Douma provided me after "good behavior" or whatever that means. I can't leave or he'll kill me and my family and I can't risk that. How I long to see them, despite my apprearence they never hated me like the other villagers did. All they ever did was show me love. I curse the day that I was born. I stuck out everywhere, so its really no surprise that I was captured. In truth I hated myself and I despiretly wished I was normal because at least I'd have the chance at a regular life instead of being held captive by a demon.

The candle suddenly went out as I felt the room get even colder than before and I knew that he was here. His breath tickled the back of my skin and despite him randomly coming into my room, I forgot how to breathe.

"Ah you still get nervous when I see you, such a cute pet." He cooed that caused me to shudder internally. "You get to out today. My master wants to meet you." Douma spoke with annoyance

"Why?" I asked quietly

"You should know this by now, we demons are quite fond of humans that cannot be in the sun. Its almost like you're a demon yourself. Plus, your complextion is quite rare indeed. You're like a precious artifact." He cooed picking me up bridal style. I then suddenly found myself in a very large well lit room that seemed to go every which way. I was in awe as master Douma had never taken me to this place before.

"So this is the rare human that you have been keeping from me Douma?" A voice boomed overhead. I quickly shot my head up to see who this voice belonged to only to be met with gleaming pink-red eyes, that were somewhat similar to mine.

"Yes, my Lord Muzan this is her. Isn't she just ravishing, such a rare gem ought to be owned only by demons, don't you think?" My master cooed taking a strand of my snowy hair between his fingers. "She is my favorite pet." My master boasted.

"Tell me girl, how does the sun feel to you?" He questioned

"My Lord, the sun has always hurt my skin and I find it harder to see during the day." I spoke honestly and as respectfully as I could in a situation as nerve racking as this one. He nodded quietly and looked as though he was pondering something.

"She will come with me." Lord Muzan ordered suddenly.

"My Lord I have been taking care of this human for many years now, so she belongs to me." Master Douma spat. Muzan, without warning, then sent my masters head flying and I gasped at his speed and strength.

"Consider this payment for being an utter failure to me. I should kill you, but one of the upper moons was just killed recently, so I will be sparing you just this once." Lord Muzan demanded. Just as quick as it was gone, master Douma's head was now replace with a new one.

"Yes, My Lord." Douma bowed in defeat. He looked in my eyes and for the first time I noticed utter fear and hatred laced in them. I that look was not for me, but for the man that he called 'Lord.'

"Come girl." He ordered tunring from me and walking who-knows-where. I said nothing and followed knowing full well that if I did not, I might end up like master Douma, only I could not grow another head.

The sound of strumming vibrated the room and I felt the ground beneath me shift from up under my feet. As quick as a breath, I found myself standing in a semi well lit room that smelled like lavender and cherry blossoms. It was a rather large room with four doors, a large bed, bookcases filled with books, and decorated in many different fresh flowers. The room master Douma provided me was small and cold and most nights I had to bundle myself up just to feel an ounce of warmth. However, this room was engulfed with warmth, but not too much that the heat was overpowering. I looked upon the room freely until once more Lord Muzan was right in front of me and I found myself looking into similar colored eyes once more.

"This is where you will be staying from now on. If you should need anything on of the maids will see to it. If they can't, then your needs will be met by me. The room is connected to a house that you are free to wonder in. However, if you wish to go outside you must tell one of the maid that you are doing so. I will allow you to also see your family three times a year to keep you happy. They will also be kept safe as well." Lord Muzan spoke calmly

"Thank you, My Lord!" I nearly exclaimed at the thought of seeing my family again. "Forgive the question, but why have you gone to so much trouble?" I asked cringing at the fact that I even asked him this.

"I am not overly fond of anyone questioning me, but considering your situation I will allow it just once. Do you understand?" He quickly spat and I nodded my head showing my understanding as my words failed me. "You are here because you are a human worthy of life. Your unnatural hair is similar to that of a demons. As is your skin that is pale and lifeless yet beautiful. And your eyes that share a similar shade to mine, make you worthy of life and my protection. You, girl, are the very definition of a rarity and something that must be protected from humans and demons alike." Lord Muzan procalaimed stepping closer to me with a look in his eyes that I couldn't understand. I could feel his breath hit my face and I felt small as he towered over me. I was shocked to say the least as no one has ever truly told me I was worthy of life, not even master Douma. I slightly winced at the realization that other humans were trash to him, but I can't argue with him or else I would most likely suffer. "I must go now, there are things that I must attend to." Muzan spoke and just as quick as I met him, he was gone.

I let go a shaky breath that I was holding and walked over to the bed. Throwing myself on it I sighed in contentment to how soft it was. The room was comfortable to say the least, but now my situation was worse than before. I was being held hostage by Lord Muzan himself, but my tiredness washed away the feeling of panic. As did my relization that I would indeed be taken care of, but for how long. My eyes grew heavy and soon enough I closed my eyes and drifted off into the best sleep that I had gotten in years with thoughts of the man with similar eyes to mine.

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fem! muzan with androphobic reader? (fear of men) It was, at first, an arranged marriage done by her father who doesn't care nor console this phobia so they force reader into it to try and 'make her better' (even though the father is who made such a fear manifest) obviously, he would uh, deal with the father and console reader as fem, you know? i want angst & fluff pls

Women Do It Better

Fem!Muzan x fem!reader

Angst, readers father is abusive, mentions of death, blood, gore. Some fluff and Female Muzan. It's hinted at that reader was sexually assaulted. I added a little more angst than what was originally requested. Triggering topics-mentions of SA and use of slut and other hurtful words. Muzan is out of character.

"Please father don't make me do this! I will do anything else, but please do not make me marry him." You pleated with your father even though deep down you knew he wouldn't listen.

"Shut your mouth you dammed brat. You will do as I say and I will not entertain your hysterics!" He spat grabbing your left wrist so tightly that you were sure that it would bruise.

"No!" You screamed trying to shake your wrist free and grabbing on your fathers hand trying to push it off.

"You stupid worthless bitch!" your father screamed in a raging fury as he slapped you with the back of his hand. You then landed on the ground with loud thump as your cheek stung and tears were streaming down your face. "You will marry this man as he is the only man that has ever given the slightest interest in you. Your body has been tainted ever since you let that boy have his way with you. You're disgusting and I have no idea why this man wants filth like you in the first place." He told you without an ounce of care for what that "boy" did to you in the past. Even though the boy in question was a close friend of his and when you told your father he called you a liar and a slut. He then told everyone that it was the servant boy that he had hired and that you were the one who seduced him. You knew that your father never loved you, but that was the moment you really knew he couldn't give a shit about you. Your fear of men steamed from that and the fact that your father is a terrifying man who has no heart whatsoever.

The next day...

You stood next to your father at the most most beautiful house you had ever seen. It was dark out but the house was well lit. You had a small smile on your face looking at it and the beautiful garden that was out front. You noticed all kinds of flowers that you had never seen before planted and you wondered where they came from. Your smile faltered as soon as reality sunk back in. You looked at your father that had a bored expression on his old and wrinkly face. Your life was about to drastically change and he couldn't care less, not like you were surprised.

"Damn bastard making us wait outside in this damn heat." You heard your father grumble quietly as he crossed his arms.

Just as your father grew impatient, the doors to the magnificent house opened and revelied a man with short curly hair and a hard to lead expression on his face. You got chills looking at him and fear consumed your body as you shook slightly. You father took notice of this and rolled his eyes. He then grabbed your injured writs making you finch slightly as you both made your way into the house. As you entered you noticed the smell of baked goods. A delightful smell that reminded you of when your mother was still alive. You felt comforted and your anxiety went down a little.

You and your father followed him into a large living room with a roaring fire that warmed the entire space. You both then sat down on a rather comfortable maroon colored couch as he sat across from you on a large arm chair that resembled his fiery red eyes. There was a gold table in front of you. The space a round you consisted of beautiful paintings of scenes that you had never seen painted before. The walls were a deep red with gold accents on the trim. The flooring was chestnut wood that looked as though it had just been polished. A fire place adorned the space as ebony in color. You were in awe of the space, but you could feel your fathers gaze upon you, so you stopped noticing and kept your head down.

For a little while no one spoke a word. Your father looked at the space with jealousy as this type of living would never be his reality even after the money he would receive after essentially selling you to this strange man. Just then, a thin woman who looked rather sickly entered the room carrying a tray of the baked goods from earlier as well as tea for the three of you. She placed the tray down turning to the man with the fiery red eyes and bowed deeply, slightly shaking as she did so. She then left without making a sound and the whole situation made you shake just like that woman. Silence still consumed the space until your father got aggraviated and spoke in his booming voice.

"So are we gonna get this buissness over with? I've got better things to do than to stick around this brat any longer." He said in a gruff tone as he stared directly at the strange man.

"Yes, I suppose you would have nothing to do." The man responded.

"Whatever." Your father huffed cleary annoyed

"I am Muzan Kibutsuji, I am to be your husband." Muzan spoke, ignoring your father.

"I'm y/n l/n, It's nice to meet you sir. You have a lovely home." You complimented him doing your best to look him in the eyes.

"Thank you, I hope its to your liking as this is where you will be living." He told you, giving you a small smile.

"Thank you sir." You spoke softly

"Now on to important business. I have the documents here to for you to sign Ms. L/n, and I have already signed myself." Muzan declared handing over the documents to you.

You took the documents, placing them neatly in front of you. Taking the capped pen in your dominamt hand you held the pen on the line. Your hand was shaking as your uneven breaths didn't go unnoticed by your father and Muzan. Your father scowled at you as he leaned in pinching your side making you yelp quietly.

"Sign the damn paper girl." He snapped quietly letting go of your side. This terrified you, and you ended up writing out your name in sloppy letters. You then quickly capped the pen and put it on to op the documents. Your father sighed sharply, snatching the papers off the table giving them a scan. "Even your handwriting is shitty." He commented scoffing as he handed the papers back to Muzan. Your father grew impatient as he tapped his foot rather loudly. "Alright Mr. Kibutsuji, I'll be leaving her with you now. I trust the money has been sent to my house." You father rudely spoke as he stood up and began leaving.

"Yes, the money should be at your residence now." Muzan responded as his gaze never left yours. It was almost as though your father was an afterthought and you were the main attraction.

"Good." your father said back walking out the enormous door until his figure was not seen nor his footprints heard.

You contuniued to sit in your place as the fire was startuing to go out and the moon hit its peak as it shone throughout the room. You felt as though time itself was scared to move. Muzan kept his bleeding red eyes you. You couldn't help but stare back at him. You were terrified of the opposite sex, however, this man here seemed gentle, almost kind. Even still, he terrified you and you were scared that he would treat you the same as your father did. The silence ended as Muzan asked you an interesting question.

"What are you scared of?" He questioned suddenly leaning in as he asked.

"I'm sorry sir, but what do you mean?" You asked him not understaing why he would ask you such a strange question.

"It's a simple question, Y/n. What are you scared of?" He asked once more. With a flash he wa ssuddelnly in front of you.

"How did you do that?" You asked with slight apprehension in your voice.

"Answer the question y/n." He demanded in a soft voice as to not scare you.

"I.." I paused staring into his beautiful eyes. "I'm scared of my father and any man.." You told him now terrified that you just told him the very thing he can use against you.

"Thank you, close your eyes and do not be alarmed." He told you and for some reason you did just as he told you. However, tears left you eyes as you closed them. You them felt a cold but soft hand wipe them away. You felt soothed slightly but your heart was pounding heavily.

"Now, y/n, open your eyes." He spoke and once again you did. To your absolute shock, he was now a woman? Muzan had graceful hair and his face was angelic. She wore a traditional kimono with jewels and ribbons adorning his garments. You began crying simply because Muzan was the most beautiful thing you had ever witnessed.

"You're crying, why is that. Aren't you less afraid of me now that I'm in this form?" Muzan spoke as the depth of his voice remained unchanged. However, she sounded as though she was offended.

"No, I'm not scared, but how did you do that?" you reassured as a bright smile appeared on your face for the first time in many years.

"I am a demon and can change my form to whatever I like." Muzan spoke.

"My mother told me about demons and how they eat people. She told me that some of them are beautiful, but that some of them are horrible. How the sun can kill them and how strong and dangerous they can be." You told Muzan not realizing that you might have spoken out of turn.

"Yes, demons are beautiful and I am the strongest among them. We do in fact consume humans and the more we consume, the stronger we are." She told you as you continued to trace every detail of his meazmurizing face. The fear you thought you should have never appeared as you felt as though you had been around demons all of your life. She seemed to notice that you weren't scared.

"Aren't you scared that I might eat you?" Muzan questioned

"I'd prefer not to but if you were to, there would be nothing I could do." You told her honestly as the power gap between you to is unimaginable.

"You're quite right I could." Muzan commented as she flared her piercing fuchsia red eyes. "However, I would never eat one so precious." she added which shocked you to say the least.

You were so distracted by her and her strange words, that the most important question seemed to pop in your head only now. "So why did you want to marry me? My father told me that it was you requested to marry me and offered to pay for my hand in marriage." You asked him now realizing the importance of the question you had just asked.

"Your blood of course. It has rare and quite special indeed, not many humans have it. Which means you are a unique and rare creature indeed and someone I need by my side at all times." She told you looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world, even though you couldn't recognize the look at all.

"I didn't even know my blood could have ever been important." You said, mostly to yourself.

"What is it you want most in the world?" He asked you

"To be happy." You responded honestly

"What would make you happy then?" She continued. You took a bit of time to think as you had never thought about how to be happy. You knew that there were many things you wanted to do, but you decided to tell her the first thing that popped in your mind.

"I never want to see my father again." You told her hoping that maybe just maybe she could make that happen.

"As you wish." She responded rather simply and you felt like a bag of rocks was lifted off of your shoulders. You let out a breathe of relief and could tell that Muzan was someone of their word as you had been around numerous men that weren't.

"Thank you." You whispered to her

"I will call the maid to take you to your room. I trust you might be comfortable having your own space. In the meantime there is buissness that I must address." Muzan spoke and as soon as she did she was gone.

A few moments later, the same maid that you saw earlier made her way in. Her quiet nature remained unchanged as did her facial expressions. She quietly gestured for you to follow her, and so you did giving her a smile of gratitude as you did. Your new room wasn't too far from the living room. However, this room was a tiny bit smaller and had a fireplace of its own placed on the very center of the room. There were two large windows on both sides of it adorned with maroon colored drapes. The windows themselves had a sort of black tint on them and you assumed that it was because of the danger of the sun. The bed lay to the right of the fire place and you swore it was the biggest bed you had ever seen. The bed sheets were also red and you could tell they were velvet. There were many tapestries that hung in the walls that depicted all kind of different scenes. Mostly containing images of demons. However, some of them contained botanical scenes that fluttered your heart a little because of their unique beauty.

"Did Mr. Kibutsuji decorate this room?" You asked the maid as she stood in the doorway.

"Yes miss, he has particular taste but your room is yours and the master has told me that you may decorate as you like." She spoke in a soft voice. "Thank you, may I ask your name?" You asked her as you deemed it rude that you only call her maid. "Yes miss, it's Ms. Fujimita, but you may call me whatever you feel fit to." Ms. Fujimita told you.

"Wonderful, thank you. I think I might sleep now." You told her as you could feel the tiredness start to consume your body.

"Yes miss, goodnight." She spoke closing the doors as she left.

The closets that were located to the left of your bed opened up and it felt like you had two rooms. The space was massive and rows and rows of clothes were occupying the space. You remember your father telling you that you didn't need to pack anything and you just assumed that you would be wearing the same clothes over and over again. How wrong you were. You wanted nothing more than to browse, but your eyes betrayed you. You then saw some sleep clothes that looked comfortable and quickly took your clothes off and put them on.

You leaped into the bed letting your body mold with the mattress. Soon enough you fell into a deep slumber listening to the sounds of the fireplace crackling. Suddenly, you felt the bed shift and your body jolted up. A scream left you and you scrambled further up the bed trying to get away from the figure that dared to sit on you bed. You heard the faint sound of shushing and a voice telling you to calm yourself. You were confused and quite sleepy to fully make out the voice. However, you noticed the figures eyes and knew exactly who the "person" was.

"Hush now y/n and have no fear. You will be happy here now I promise you." Muzan spoke in a comfortable whisper.

"Why, what's happen." you asked frantically still calming down from your panic. Muzan then, out of the blue, lit the oil lamp to the side of the bed. You were then able to see the the full beaiutiful appearence of Muzan. She was still in the female form, however, she was covered in blood but that did not take away the ethereal beauity of her. Still, a chill ran down your spine at the sight of the blood.

Muzan noticed your fear and quickly vanished with a flash. You were stunned to say the least, but it was short lived as she returned only now without the blood covering her body. You felt more comfort by this, but you couldn't hep but wonder whose blood it belonged to and a wave of sadness washed over your figure.

"Whose blood was on your clothes?' You asked hesitantly, however you needed to know. You put on a confident face, doing your best not to seem anxious. You noticed a slight change in Muzan's eyes and you couldn't pin point what it was.

"The blood belongs to someone who has caused you great suffering." Muzan simply said as she moved closer to you. Your heart beat fast as you already knew who it was. Your emotions were all over, but the one emotion that stood out was pure happiness. The thought of your father being dead delighted you and that terrified you. You thought to yourself, "Why am I so happy about this? Why am I okay with feeling this way?" You darting back in forth between your own morals to the point you thought you might go insane. Muzan, nit being the best at human emotion, decided that it would be best to simply hug you, hoping that this would ease your distress, and so he did.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. You stiffed in the hug but melted as soon as you smelled the luscious scent of honey and jasmine. You then held her tightly breathing in her comforting scent. To you, it felt like it was an eternity of a hug and to Muzan she didn't seem to mind that you held her like this. She then broke the hug and took your face in her hands. She looked you in your now watery eyes giving your face a small stroke as she spoke.

"You are mine and now you shall be happy that your beast of a father is gone." She told you in an almost happy tone

"Thank you." You whispered still feeling slightly guilty for being happy that your father is dead. Although for most of your life that's all you wanted.

"I'm your husband, so it is only natural that a husband wants to see their wife happy." Muzan spoke honestly

"If you are my husband, then why have you decided to appear as a woman?" You asked feeling uncomfortable at the thought of Muzan being your husband but no problem with her currant appearence.

"Its simply because I know it makes you tolorate me. You may call me your wife it would make you tolorate me more." Muzan spoke taking her hands off of your face and placed them in her lap.

"Thank you, I'd like that. I don't just want to tolorate you, I want to like you considering we will be married." You mumbled slightly nervous that you just made her uncomfortable.

"Good, now get some sleep." She whispered gestering you to get comfortable again. Just as you were about to say it back she was gone. You smiled getting comfortable in your bed once again and feeling genuenily happy for the first time in years.

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Forgiveness pt.1

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Reader is a victim of the Winter Soldier. When Bucky finds her to apologize, she tries to shoot him thinking he’s still the Winter Soldier. Angst, fluff, mentors of violence and blood, Bucky spills his heart out to you. Takes place during Falcon And The Winter Soldier.

Ten years ago...

Shots rung through the alleyway, a man now was dead. As a man with a sliver metal arm stood above him with an expressionless face. He turned around to leave the alleyway only to notice a girl standing there in absolute horror. Y/N was frozen with fear and only came to her senses when the man began to walk closer to her. She screamed and began running from him. However, he caught up with her shooting her in the leg. She fell down hard as her face hit the sidewalk as the blood began to pour from her fractured nose. He came towards her and began punching her face, stomach, and pressing his foot on her injury. Her screamed echoed through the night. He looked down at her with the same expression as the man he killed. She knew this was where she was going to die. Until a bright light cascaded on their bodies, blinding the man standing before her. She saw his face, from his blue eyes, and blood splattered face. If she wasn't being murdered right now she'd think this man was handsome. He then ran back into the alleyway and somehow disappeared. Y/N cried not just from her injuries, but from the sweet relief that her life might last a little bit longer. A police officer kneeled down towards her asking her questions, but she couldn't respond still coming down from the adrenaline rush she just had. She knew that if she ever saw that man with the silver arm again, she would be ready to face him.

Bucky's Pov

Apologizing has been one of the hardest things I've needed to do. Looking into the eyes of my victims or their loved ones makes me feel a guilt that is all consuming. My therapist suggested that this was a good idea, but it sure as hell doesn't feel that way. I'd rather just send them a letter and a gift basket, but I know these people deserve much better than that. I was near done with my list, as I just talked to two of the last three on my list. Their tears and screams will keep me up at night for the rest of my life. Part of me thought that I deserve it, but at the same time it wasn't me who killed or hurt those people, it was The Winter Soldier.

The sun was beginning to set in the sky as the chill of the coming night began to fill the air. Walking up to the apartment building, I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. I really hurt his girl, and I could understand if she could never forgive me, I certinaly wouldn't. Her name was Y/n L/N.As I got to her apartment I hesitated knocking on her door. What I did to her was pure evil and from what I've heard about her is that she's had to go through years of therapy because of it. Taking a leap of faith, I knocked on the door. After a couple of seconds, I heard footsteps and then the door opened slightly reveling her. She was beautiful, her hair was a lovely h/c, her eyes looked tired and I was guessed she was going to bed. Her face was laced with confusion before quickly changing into horror.

"Get the hell away from me." She snaped

"Please I'm not him anymore." I pleated

"You're a fucking liar!" She cried running quickly into her kitchen grabbling a gun from under her sink. She then pointed the gun at me and fired, which bounced off my metal hand that I used to protect myself.

"Y/N, please just hear me out. I'm not him anymore!?" I shouted raising my hand in the air.

"Why in the hell would I do that?" She yelled

"Look I don't know. All I know is that I hurt you in horrible ways and I'm so sorry that I did." I said softly looking into her eyes.

"I nearly died because of you. And you came to apologize?" She questioned still pointing the gun at me.

"You're right, I promise after I'm done you will never see me again." I promised her lowering my hands.

"Fine, you have two minutes and if you're not out by then I will shoot you in the fucking head. Do you understand?" She said sternly

"Yes, I understand." I responded lowering my hands

"Stay standing and don't make any sudden movements." She ordered lowering her gun but still holding it.

"You got it." I said

"Talk." she ordered

"I know that I hurt you and I came here to say sorry. I'm not that monster anymore and I can assure you that he's dead. He will never hurt you or anyone else again. He was a tool for H.Y.D.R.A and I had no say in what I did. They brainwashed me and forced my body to kill innocent people. I'm not trying to condone my actions, I'm just trying to explain. " I calmly said trying not to make her more scared. Her eyes seemed to soften a little.

"Do you remember everything?" She questioned

"Yes, I remember all of them. Every single person, from their cries, to the sound of their blood hitting the ground. I remember how it felt to kill them and how little I cared. I never want to be like that again, and I've gone through a lot to make sure that I don't." I said tears prickling my eyes.

"So what's your real name then?" she questioned hesitantly

"James Buchanan Barnes, but my friends call me Bucky." I told her with a slight smile.

"Good name, hell of a lot better than The Winter Soldier." She joked hesitantly

"Yeah." I chucked

"So you weren't the one doing all of that, are you sure?" she questioned placing the gun on the counter to her right.

"No I wasn't, I would never have hurt you, I promise." I reassured giving her a smile.

"I still can't forgive you." She admitted

"I know and I don't expect you to. What I did, what he did, was unforgivable." I stated sadly. "I should go, thank you for your time."

"Yeah, no problem." she said softly

"See you around." I said turning around to leave her nice apartment.

"Wait, can I have your number? Not for anything like that or whatever, but if I do forgive you, I'd like to let you know." She cried out getting my attention with her phone in hand.

"Sure, I'd love to." I smiled at her grabbing her phone and putting my number in. After I did, I put 'Bucky' as my name in her contacts, hoping she wouldn't mind.

"Thanks." She whispered

"Have a goodnight." I whispered looking into her eyes

"You too, stay outta trouble." She joked

"You too." I laughed leaving her apartment. I left feeling satisfied with what I had accomplished yet still hoping one day she can forgive me.

Three months later...

Sam and I decided to head to his favorite bar in his hometown. We were laughing and telling good stories from our pasts. Today we fixed his family's boat and decided to celebrate with a couple of drinks. I was on my third beer when all of the sudden my phone vibrated. Curiously, I looked down only to be texted by someone I honestly thought I'd never hear from. Tears ran down my face as I read the simple but important message.

'I forgive you'

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