Redamancy

Redamancy

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𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

General TW/content :slight angst, smut, mature content, mild yandere themes, age gap (8 years), manipulation, unhealthy relationship(?), possessive gojo, mutual obsession

Description : Your family has been serving the Gojo clan since Edo period as their servants. You couldn’t be more proud of their loyalty. However, you couldn’t find yourself respecting the head of the clan, Gojo Satoru anymore especially after he denied the request to promote you to higher grade of sorcerer.

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➻ Prologue

➻ Infatuation 🍸🍷

➻ Devotion 🍸🍷

➻ Yearning 🥂🍷

➻ His Side : Fondness 🍸🍷

〔Also in ao3!〕

Notes : I listened to this playlist and this. And the word ‘Lord Gojo’ didn’t leave my mind for a whole month. I was really inspired that I will do a short series based on that lol.

Sukuna: *stabs someone*

YN: ahhh wow

YN: isn’t he just dreamy

Nobara: your vagina needs glasses

Okay so I was reading the prompts and got the idea for this scenario where one of the slayers happen across reader(either someone they know or a stranger) who’s been turned into a demon. They’re not hurting anyone but don’t wanna be a demon/eat people so they’re waiting for the sun to rise so they can die and (hopefully) go to heaven. Cuz they’re not attacking anyone the slayer just sort of ends up sitting with them and keeps them company, the prompts were:

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"Just please, don't leave me."

You can decide how it ends if they die or if the slayer helps them somehow but could they be either Giyuu, Rengoku or Tanjiro? Or all of them if you wanna do little HCs I don’t mind! Sorry if you’re not comfortable with this it’s cool to ignore if you are it just got stuck in my head.

Thanks & take care x

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"If I asked you to stay, would you?" "Just please, don't leave me." | Kyojuro x Demon!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Attempted suicide

Author's Note(s): This is such a creative scenario, Nonny. I went for Kyojuro since its kinda obvious how Giyuu and Tanjiro would react. Enjoy this oneshot.

Word Count: 971

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The midnight blue night sky was lightening up—a clear sign of the approaching dawn which Kyojuro took as his cue to head home for rest. This is the hour in which demon attacks decrease dramatically as the fiends hightail it to find shelter from the sun. Of course, a few bold ones try to get one last meal, but the empty streets and a Hashira's presence were a great deter.

Kyojuro had a meager moment to catch his breath before his crow swooped in and cawed, "Demon by the river-!" It had not even finished when Kyojuro took off in the direction of the creek that bordered the village.

It was a short distance from where he stood to watch. A turn around a street corner and Kyojuro spotted the demon perched on a boulder by the river in plain sight. He would have mistaken them for a human if not for the faint demon aura his sharpened senses detect. The demon had a splotch of drying blood around its neck, but other than that, they were well-kempt; no blood around their mouth or arms to indicate they had recently eaten.

Odd. Even odder, they faced the direction of the rising sun.

Their legs fidget with the instinct to run for cover, but they were adamant in remaining where they were. It was perfect for Kyojuro, who snuck up behind the demon, hand on his katana with the intent to slay them. That is until he finally heard their weak, shaky crying he could not pick up before with his partial deafness.

He hummed a little too loud than intended, and the demon was finally alerted to his presence. Teary cat-like eyes turned to meet his own. Their breath hitched momentarily as they registered his immense strength as a Hashira. Yet, Kyojuro swore he saw hope gleam in their eyes. Nothing like the fear he saw in all other demons.

"Stay still, demon, and this will be over!" He boomed, unsheathing his sword.

"Demon? So it is true," They bawled. "My family is dead. And I'm a demon now."

"How unfortunate." Kyojuro rose his katana to swipe at their neck, indifferent to what he assumed was the demon's attempt at gaining his pity.

The demon wept at their impending death even though—not yet known to Kyojuro—it's what they sought. Still, they turned their head up to the sky, leaving their neck wide open. That simple action is what got through to Kyojuro. He froze in place with his katana still raised above him. This demon had accepted death without even lifting a finger to defend themselves, not once.

Curiosity got the better of him. Lowering his sword and returning it to its saya, he asked, "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," The demon answered in perplexion.

"Just (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) nodded, "I do not remember my family name. I got turned a few days ago, and I could feel my humanity disappear since then. I crave for human flesh." They clutched their chest, "I can't stand the thought of it. I must die. It's for the better."

Kyojuro was dumbfounded. His mind raced as he reviewed (Y/n) 's explanation. This is the discovery of a lifetime. A demon would rather die than wreak havoc on innocent people just to keep themselves alive. It became clear why they were so accepting of death, albeit still fearful. He would even say that (Y/n)'s consideration and fear of death made them more human than demons. His thoughts were interrupted by (Y/n) yelping as the first rays of the rising sun singed their skin.

In a swift motion, Kyojuro wrapped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and dashed behind a building where some shade remained. "If I asked you to stay, would you?" He blurted. He promised to protect the weak, which included helping those less fortunate, and right now, (Y/n) looked like they needed someone to help guide them down the right path.

(Y/n) looked up at Kyojuro in surprise, then back at the ground and fiddled their hands in uncertainty. "Are you not a demon slayer? A Hashira, perhaps? I'm sure there is a big penalty for a slayer that harbors a demon. I would not want a kind man like you to suffer the consequences when you could be helping people more deserving of your kindness."

(Y/n) was right. There are significant consequences Kyojuro would face if he were found out; add the problem of having no place to hide them. He could not take (Y/n) to his home, or they would have his father to answer to.

Wait! That is it! Kyojuro recalled, in his youth, when his father's drunken outbursts were at their worst, he and Senjuro would hide out in the abandoned temple. It was believed to be haunted, thus has been long forgotten by the townsfolk. The perfect place to hide (Y/n). So long as they did not claim any human lives, the demon slayer corps would not be alerted to their existence.

"I have a place where you can stay, and in the meantime, I will speak to the master of the corps. He's a reasonable man. I'm sure he would gladly accept you. I do not think the others will be so easily convinced, but once you prove yourself, it will be worth it."

(Y/n) pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. I'll go with you." They blushed as he gave them a vibrant smile. "Just please don't leave me."

"Well, I will have to leave to inform the master, but I won't ever abandon you. You can be sure of that. Come now. I'll take you to your new hide-out." Kyojuro took off his haori and draped it over (Y/n) to shield them from the sun—guiding them in the opposite direction of the rising sun where the temple stood.

MAY WE MEET AGAIN / xiao ( genshin impact ) ( LOOK, WE ARE NOT UNSPECTACULAR THINGS we've come this far, survived this much ; WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE DECIDED TO SURVIVE MORE? TO LOVE HARDER? ) a/n: quote by ada limón. reincarnation!au. for @bluexiao ; part of axia's secret santa event! have a wonderful & safe holiday ( ᐛ )و !!

ONE. wangshu inn has always been a temporary haven for a lone adeptus, solitude and desolation a home in the depths of a wavering heart.

( and it still wavers, xiao thinks, feeling your warmth as you stand together, but for different reasons now. )

time moves slowly with you by his side, respite found in moments lost, daybreak filling the sky with wondrous hues.

"it looks beautiful." you tell him, your fingers absentmindedly trailing along the railing of the second floor. "thank you for watching with me."

xiao does not think he can tear his gaze away from you; orange and pink hues reflected in a tenderness that resides in your eyes, and almost instinctively, his hand rests on yours in the midst of longing. his lips part, and how much he wishes to express how dear you are to him, in this moment, in a forever and always, but timidness has always gotten the best of him.

"beautiful." he murmurs. you smile at him, understanding, and he hopes that's enough for now.

wangshu inn has always been a haven for a yaksha burdened with past sins and the future of humanity, but perhaps he has found love & safety elsewhere.

TWO. xiao does not sleep much; he expects tonight to be no different. you toss and turn next to him, the sheets disheveled and in disarray. there are times where you fall asleep the moment xiao holds you, so he does, his arms wrapped around your figure in a comforting safety. but it doesn't work tonight, and your mind continues to wander a little too far, so you give up on the idea of getting rest, and give into the thoughts that continue to linger.

"xiao."

he lets out a hum of acknowledgement, senses your hesitance.

"what bothers you?"

you're not going to say it bothers you, because it doesn't-- just one of those questions that will always remained unanswered, you suppose.

"do you believe in another life?"

he pauses, and for a moment, you feel a tension in his arms. he has lived for a very long while, known those who have done the same. but it has always been the same life and never another, rebirths and reawakenings self proclaimed.

he does not know what happens once the river is crossed and the departed leave this world. perhaps there is another life; perhaps there isn't.

"i don't know." xiao muses, watching as you trace haphazard circles into his skin. "but if there is, then surely i would find you in the next."

& there is something so gentle and promising in his voice that you cannot help the tears that threaten to blur your vision. you nod, overwhelmed with a love so powerful that you believe his words to be true.

"i'd find you, too."

xiao kisses you on the forehead, mumbles a quiet goodnight against your skin.

"you would."

THREE. there are days long past & you cannot remember them. a haziness in your head and a vague grief that resides itself in a dull pain with each beat of the heart, then the feeling of absence in your existence.

you think you must have forgotten something dear to you.

you wake up alone, glance in the mirror. in your reflection there is a silhouette of a past forgotten. a fleeting feeling of yearning and loved missed.

( YOU ARE FORGETTING SOMETHING DEAR TO YOU. YOU ARE SORRY FOR THIS. )

FOUR. it is midnight and you cannot sleep again. you step out of the apartment, mind in a daze as your feet wander endlessly. you don't put much thought into where you're going; you know it's not safe, especially in the late hours, but there's something in your gut that tells you it's okay, that you should just go, that it'll be worth it in the end.

you end up on the playground, find comfort in the sway of the swing. the moonlight has always been beautiful to you. a blanket of stars that cast protection over the living, brilliant and glowing in their wake. you hope for a shooting star-- anything, something that offers the granting of a wish. because this nagging feeling of knowing that there is something more to this life is unforgiving, and you cannot ever let go of it.

the shooting star does not come, but that's okay. the stars are beautiful nonetheless.

"it's not safe to be here alone."

there is familiarity in the voice that comes from behind you. you plant both feet on the ground, stabilize yourself. the swing comes to a stop. you stand, and you wonder why you're afraid to turn around. but you do, eventually, and you see him.

( this is how you meet xiao in this life. )

FIVE. he waits with bated breath, watches as you struggle to take in the sight of him, your eyes wide, hands trembling as you take a deep breath as means to calm yourself. slowly, he approaches-- both in regards to not overwhelm you, but also in fear-- because part of him is afraid, too. afraid that he's taken too long struggling and traveling to the ends of the earth to find you. afraid that you don't recognize him, afraid that you don't remember.

the distance between you two lessens considerably. xiao's gait halts, and he waits. how terribly does he wish to hold you, to feel you in his arms again, and to know that he's with you once more. but he stands there, stagnant, afraid that this is all too overwhelming. ( he fights the urge to smile when he sees your tears forming. he is not cruel by any means, but there is something so reassuring & comforting in the confirmation of knowing that you are remembered and still loved. )

you almost want to make light of this situation-- because the idea of losing the person you love and finally meeting them again in another life seems like too much-- because this is all so much. because xiao is really here with you, only a few feet away. because you longed for him so much that your heart hurt. you almost want to tell him to hug you before you burst out in tears, but even now, there's a dull ache in the being that resides in your chest and it almost resembles guilt.

"i forgot." and the tears do come out anyway, and you can't help the sobs that escape you in overwhelming numbers. "i'm sorry, i forgot."

-- and that's when xiao moves, quick to wrap his arms around you in a i'm sorry i took so long. please don't cry. it's okay.

neither of you know how much time passes until your grief settles and the tears stop. xiao kisses them away, lips curling ever so faintly when you look at him.

"i'm sorry, xiao."

"do not apologize," he murmurs, his hand holding yours as his lips ghost against your knuckles, "i told you that i would find you, did i not?"

you finally laugh, and how wonderful it is to hear it once again.

"you did. you found me."

Why a Pinocchio ending to Miraculous wouldn't be right

Now...as you may know, I fought for a long time a battle with the acknowledgement that Adrien may have been a sentimonster. I didn't understand why at the time, but as the evidence kept piling in and especially after watching Ephemeral and Gabriel Agreste, I had to give in and admit that i too was convinced now that he indeed was a sentimonster. Risk has just proven me and all the people who had been convinced about it right eventually.

Now, one thing I have noticed among some people who have been shocked yesterday by getting the full confirmation that he was a sentimonster: people hoping that Marinette may manage somehow to save him and change him into a human being. Basically changing Miraculous into a modern life Pinocchio.

However, while Pinocchio is a beautiful fairy tale (almost a symbol of my country, which makes me love it even more), having Marinette do that would, in my personal opinion, destroy the message that Miraculous is trying to convey with the very fact of making Adrien a sentimonster.

I have read and seen pictures of the fact that Adrien, at the start of his conception as being ADRIEN and not Félix, had been depicted as disabled. He was walking with a stick, which when he transformed became his baton, and of course as Chat Noir he wasn't limping or needing support but when he wasn't transformed, he needed the stick to go around. This concept was rejected by the production because they felt that the writers wouldn't be able to handle it. But I think that what Astruc decided to do at that point was to change a physical disability into a MAGICAL disability. By making Adrien a sentimonster he has created for him an invisible disability and a vulnerability, which works in my mind because it's a metaphor.

First of all, based on the rules of Astruc's universe, there's NO DIFFERENCE between Adrien and a human. He's been made to be like a human and he is, indeed, that. The ONLY difference is that his living essence (soul or how you want to call it) is stored outside his body into an amok that has possessed his mother's wedding band (or at least this is what we think currently). This means that, as Astruc said, Adrien will be able to live a full life, grow up, get married, have children, grow old with the woman he loves and all. However, like Superman with cryptonite, Adrien has an Achille's heel. He's a sentimonster, which means that he needs to be VERY careful to what happens to the Peacock Miraculous AND to his mother's wedding band, because the first can cause his death "with the snap of a finger" and the latter can cause him to become a marionette in the hands of the person who holds it, and breaking the wedding band would mean for his amok to get out of it and him disappearing, again. Tricky, right? Have your life being held by such a delica--, uh, well, hang on a second.

Have you ever tried to break a ring? I had to (my wedding band had got too tight on my finger) and I must tell you that it's HARD. You need specialised items, and depending on what metal the ring is made of, you could need a bolt cutter and a professional intervention. Even classic rings made with gold or silver are hard to cut; you CAN cut them with household stuff like a small steel circular saw blade, but it's still not very easy. You could melt it (Lord of the Rings docet), but even that's something that usually only a professional would do. So a ring is *not* a delicate object. Yes, it can get lost, it CAN potentially be cut, but it's not something that can happen by accident. *Whoopsie* sorry, I broke your ring. Nope. Not gonna happen.

Besides: there's the problem of the Peacock of course and the fact that, in order to consider Adrien safe, the Peacock MUST be safe, either with him (so make him a double holder) or permanently inside the Miracle box and making sure it NEVER gets lost again, at least during his lifetime. Well, yes, there is, but keeping the Miraculous safe should anyway be Marinette's first priority as the Guardian: Fu lost the two Miraculouses once, but there's a reason why Su-Han wasn't impressed to find out that he had lost the jewels in the first place. They're objects that hold immense power, not toys! So keeping the Peacock safe should be a priority INDEPENDENTLY from whether Adrien is a sentimonster or not. Him being a sentimonster AND Marinette's love interest makes it even MORE important and so is choosing the RIGHT holder for it, because by giving it to ANYONE she would put Adrien's life at risk.

Now, as I was saying before, there have been theories around and some think that it would be beautiful if Marinette was going to change all of that and either use the wish or use her power of creation and love and make Adrien become human. Sweet in appearance, right? Not in my mind.

Now, here I need to let you know a little about my life. 9 years ago I had my first son. i was so happy, and like any mother in the world, from the second I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test i started having all those dreams about a normal life for my child, him studying, getting a diploma and a degree, finding a good job, maybe finding love in any kind or shape he chose (woman, man, alien...? whatever, as long as he's happy I don't care and I will respect his choices and love and make part of the family whoever he will decide to love), maybe if he chose to love a woman, have kids of his own...you get the drill. Two mere years later, I was faced with the massive rock on the head of a diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder. I felt DEVASTATED. It took me A LOT of thought, and time, and reading about it, and talking to specialists and such to slowly starting to accept it. I still loved my son, and I've never stopped loving my son. But I had to face all stages of grief and deal with the fact that the idea of a son that I had created in my head when I saw the two lines on the stick wasn't REAL. That my son was different from what I thought he would be. I thought I had accepted it eventually and kept going on, until I was talking on the Internet with a person who was autistic, asking them how their life was, to get reassurance that maybe my son's life would be similar. And I was there telling this person that sometimes I wished that I was waking up one day and my son wasn't autistic anymore. That a magic spell could take his autism away and set him free.

That person told me off, not harshly, because he could see where I was coming from, but still told me off. We spoke for a long time and the essence of the conversation was that AUTISM IS PART OF WHAT MY SON REALLY IS. Autism isn't a parasite that has possessed my son and that needs to be cured or taken away. My son was BORN like that, and autism is the essence of his being. You can't take the autism away because you would CHANGE what my son is, you would MAKE HIM BECOME DIFFERENT. The way that he behaves, the way that he reacts, the beautiful and funny cherry bean that he is, all the things what make me LOVE him to bits, also come from the fact that he's autistic. By rejecting his autism I was REJECTING HIM, I wanted to change him. If one day he woke up and he wasn't autistic anymore he WOULDN'T BE HIMSELF anymore, he would be a different kid.

Being told that hurt me in the deepest. I got out of the conversation and had a very good thought about it that night, because I knew that this person was right. To love my son I had to accept him with all his baggage, including his autism, because his autism MADE HIM HIM.

Now you may be wondering why I'm saying all this stuff in a blog about Miraculous, taking about a cartoon character? because it's the exact same thing! Adrien is a sentimonster. That's part of his essence, it's who he is, he can't be detached from being that. If Marinette "used her love to make him become a human being" she would literally changing him. Change his essence and make him become something different.

No, I think it would be much more powerful if she didn't do that. It would be much more powerful if she was accepting him for what he was and loving him for what he was. let's say he would sacrifice himself for her and she would need to make him come back, as people say, using her power of creation and the "power of love always so strong". Wouldn't it be a fantastic message if, instead than making him become a huma being, she used her power to recreate his amok and ring and made him come back exactly like he was? And if someone (Gabriel? Félix?) told her that she was stupid, that she had had the opportunity to really make a change in his life and set him free by making him become human, she would answer saying that no, loving him by changing his essence isn't real love? That she loved and cherished him for what he really was and that meant also accepting him for being a sentimonster, and work the rest of her life to protect that, and protect him? Because he's perfect as he is, amok included, and it would mean making violence to his whole essence to change him into something that he's not? Wouldn't that make Adrien love her even more thinking that she's grown to accept him with his difference, as he really is, letting him BE who he really is, rather than doing what everybody else seems to be wanting to do and just try to make him be what THEY want him to be?

Now excuse me but I go cry in a corner. And I go nourishing this massive plot bunny that has started screaming in my dungeons since I accepted this reality, and maybe one day I will write this story, especially if this won't be the message that Miraculous will want to portray.

KIBUTSUJI MUZAN - BREEDING KINK HEADCANONS

╰┈➤ Trigger warning: NSFW, Mention of creampie and breeding duh. This is a repost. 

⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️Minors fuck off  ⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️

♡ Muzan lived for the longest time. He fucks anyone and everyone. He has his own urges and gotta relieved himself in one way or another.

♡ Protection is not a thing for him. Demons cannot impregnate each other or humans or so knocking someone up was never on his mind. 

♡ So was his hidden kink. 

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