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What if Hantengu had a wife? (Y/N)

Part One - UROGI 🪶

Part Two - AIZETSU 💧

Part Three - KARAKU 🍁

Part Four - SEKIDO 💢

Bonus - ZOHAKUTEN & HANTENGU :b

(Zohakuten will be platonic because he is physically a child)

JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

Gojo Satoru:

SERIES: Dorm mate Gojo POPULAR!

SERIES: Ex husband Gojo POPULAR!

SERIES: CEO Gojo

Studying @ Gojo’s

Night routine with Gojo

Prince! Gojo

Gojo x itadori older sister! Reader pt.2

Poor thing (College AU! Gojo) pt.2

Gojo’s love languages

Geto Suguru:

SERIES: Dorm mate Geto

Rich bf! Geto

Tattoo Artist! Geto x reader

Sukuna Ryomen:

SERIES: Dorm mate! Sukuna

Toji Fushiguro:

Dating him would include… (fluff edition)

Nanami Kento:

SERIES: CEO Nanami

Megumi Fushiguro:

SERIES: Bodyguard! Megumi

SERIES: Rich bf Megumi

Dorm mate! Megumi

Taking care of you during mood swings/ breakdowns

Yuji Itadori:

Taking care of you during mood swings/ breakdowns

Yuji x curse! reader

Yuuta Okkotsu:

Yuuta’s love languages

Toge Inumaki:

Taking care of a sick, sulky Toge

Crush that bakes for him only

Maki zenin:

Crush that bakes for her only

Various x reader:

How they would dress on a date

How they act around their crush pt.1

How they act around their crush pt.2

When their crush flirts with them

Having a short s/o

When you fall asleep on them

Having a tsundere s/o

Confessing to them before they move schools

Thick thighs s/o

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Hidden Gaze

Prompt: Soulmate AU where one of your eyes is the same color as your soulmate’s. Pairing: Kyōjurō x Gn!Upper Moon!Reader

“Congratulations on your healthy baby boy!”

The midwife beamed as she placed the crying newborn into Ruka’s waiting arms. She gently cradled her son and despite being clearly exhausted from having just given birth, her eyes shone brightly with pure, unadulterated love and joy as she gazed down at him. Shinjurō, whom had been kneeling by her side during the entire ordeal, now softly wrapped an arm around his wife’s shoulders.

“He’s ours...” He murmured, looking at their son with a mixture of pride and awe.

Ruka smiled, leaning down to place a light kiss on her firstborn’s forehead. “Welcome to the world, Kyōjurō.”

Perhaps her actions helped to calm him, as his crying began to subside. His eyes, which had been squinted shut up until that point, began to open.

It should have been another heartwarming occasion for the parents to witness their son’s first look at the world, but what Ruka and Shinjuro saw when his eyes fully opened sent chills down their spines.

Now, it was obvious to anybody who looked at Kyōjurō that, even as a baby, he completely resembled his father. He had a head full of bright yellow hair and forked black eyebrows that even slanted downwards, just like Shinjurō's. So naturally, his eyes would be just like his father’s, right?

It was. Well, sort of. His right eye was a brilliant gold and red, as it should be. His left eye, on the other hand… The iris was a vibrant hue of [color], which, in itself would have been no problem since something called heterochromia existed. No, the problem lay in the fact that the kanji for Upper Moon was etched into that eye.

The warm, loving atmosphere that once filled the room had all but vanished now as Ruka and Shinjurō stared down at their son in horror. Noticing the change in the air, the midwife stopped whatever she had been doing and began heading over to them in concern. “Is something wrong?” She asked, hands reaching out to take the infant.

Shinjurō immediately blocked her, turning his shaken gaze onto her now. “Please leave the room.” It was a simple request, but his tone left no room for argument.

The midwife hesitated for a long moment before slowly nodding. “Very well. I shall be right outside if you need me.”

He watched her leave, making sure she properly shut the door behind her before instantly focusing back on his wife and child.

“His soulmate-“ Ruka stopped, unable to bring herself to finish her sentence.

“…I know.” His grip on her shoulder tightened as he stared into his child’s mismatched eyes. “He’ll have to hide that eye until he meets them.”

Fate must have been playing a cruel trick on them. A baby, born into a family of Flame Hashiras and destined to become a Flame Hashira himself in the future, having an Upper Moon demon as a soulmate. Shinjurō could only imagine the kinds of accusations that would be thrown at Kyōjurō if anybody saw his eye.

Traitor. Demon spy. A fake Hashira.

And as horrible as this was, they both knew; there was nothing they could do to change their son’s soulmate bond.

A single tear rolled down Ruka’s cheek as she felt for her son, knowing the hardships that lay ahead of him. Not only would he have to hide his eye from his peers, but he would also have to one day face his soulmate, a creature that was supposed to humanity’s sworn enemy and someone he was meant to kill.

Shinjurō pressed his face into his wife’s hair, unable to bear looking at their child any longer. “Everything will be alright.” He whispered in reassurance, though it instead sounded as if he were trying to convince himself.

Kyōjurō, blissfully unaware of his parents’ distress, let out a soft coo as he snuggled up against Ruka.

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Seven centuries.

You had been alive for over seven centuries. That was a long time to stay alive for. And during all those years, not once had there ever been an indication that you had a soulmate somewhere out in the vast world. So why was it that after a whole seven centuries, your soulmate suddenly popped into existence??

It had been like any normal night for you: eating people, hunting down demon slayers, and looking for any clues about the blue spider lily. It’d been completely normal up until the point when you happened to catch a glimpse of your reflection and saw that your left eye had become a completely different color. No, we’re not talking about the ‘getting a bit red because your eyes are strained’ kind of different color. It went from being [color] to suddenly being two shades of red and gold.

But the most important thing was, your eye no longer had the Upper Moon kanji in them. The very thing that had been bestowed upon you by Muzan was now gone.

You panicked. You knew what had happened and spent the entire week trying to think of ways to regain your left eye back. Nothing you tried work, obviously.

Why now? Why had your soulmate decided to show up after seven centuries?? You had been perfectly content working under Muzan as an Upper Moon before they decided to be born. Well, if there was one thing you were grateful for, it’d be the fact that you still had your other eye which showed your rank. Better to be known as Rank Three, rather than to be just as a Upper Moon.

You absolutely dreaded the next time you would have to face Muzan. This rarely happened to a demon, but the last time it did – and that demon happened to be a Lower Moon – Muzan killed them. Maybe he had been in a bad mood or maybe he simply didn’t like the concept of soulmates. Well, whatever the reason was, you just prayed that the same fate wouldn’t befall you.

Thankfully, when Muzan finally saw you with your ‘new’ eye, he didn’t behead you. Yay for that! He simply gave it a disdainful look before addressing other matters. Somehow though, that disdain of his bothered you a lot more than the thought of getting killed.

After all, you were Upper Moon Three for a reason. You were powerful and dutifully carried out everything he asked of you. When you did well, he praised you. So naturally, you did your best to always meet his expectations and more. For him to show contempt towards you for something you couldn’t even control was simply unbearable. You wanted to be praised again. You had to please your master.

Following that incident, you tried your best to track down your soulmate. Once the two of you met, both of your eyes would go back to the way they originally looked. Then, you’d kill them for putting you through such a thing. You prided yourself in being a demon and demons didn’t need soulmates. Demons were perfect creatures all on their own.

Yet, even after two decades had passed, you hadn’t been able to find your soulmate. But over the course of the years, you’d learn to grow fond of your soulmate’s eye. At first, it had been a source of shame for you. An Upper Moon without their proper title? Preposterous! However, the more you had looked at it, the more you began to realize how beautiful it was. The vivid gold that wrapped around the red reminded you of a flame. A warm and inviting flame.

At some point, you realized that you’d actually begun to look forward to meeting your soulmate. What were they like? Perhaps they’d be cheerful and affectionate. Or perhaps they would be more on the mellow side. Well, whatever they were like, you were certain that they couldn’t be anybody bad. After all, such a gentle looking eye could only belong to somebody with a noble soul – somebody unlike you, whom had killed a countless number of people to get to where you were now.

Did your soulmate wonder about you, too? Did they like your eye, or were they repulsed by it? Were they even aware of the meaning behind the kanji etched into them?

You let out a despondent sigh, only to look up at your surrounds with a start. Oh, you’d gotten so absorbed in your thoughts that you failed to notice where you were going. Heaving another sigh, this time one of annoyance, you glanced at the buildings around you.

Having taken on your human form, you were currently in the heart of a bustling city, looking for somebody to prey on. However, it was taking you longer than usual as you were feeling rather picky tonight.

Maybe you would try another street – see if there was someone suitable there. Weaving through the crowd of people, you made your way to the edge of the street and towards an alleyway, planning to take a shortcut through it. But before you could enter the alley, a flash of orange caught your attention from the corner of your eye. You turned to look and saw a man with hair the color of fire walking past. Under the white and yellow haori he wore, you were able to catch a glimpse of a Demon Slayer uniform.

He was clearly a demon slayer, so why did you feel the need to stop him before he disappeared into the crowd? You hadn’t been in a fighting mood when the night began and certainly weren’t right now. But something about him seemed to be calling to you, begging you to reach out before it was too late.

So that’s exactly what you did. Before you had any time to process what you were doing, you had grabbed onto the back of his haori.

“Wait!” The words left your lips in a desperate plea.

The man stiffened upon hearing your voice and when he turned around, his hand was on the hilt of his katana. Except, you didn’t see it. All you saw was his eye and those exact same colors you’d seen numerous times in your own reflection. His left eye was covered by an eyepatch, but you knew exactly what was hidden behind it.

As you looked at him, warmth spread throughout you and suddenly it was like the piece to your heart that you didn’t even know had been missing, had been fitted in at last. From the way he stared back at you with widened eyes, hand dropping away from his weapon, you could tell he felt it too. And in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you there, the busy street fading out into nothing more than a dull buzz.

You didn't know how long the two of you were standing there and gazing at each other, but you were the first to break out of your stupor. Though you weren’t sure how to feel about him being a demon slayer, the one thing you were sure about was that you no longer held the desire to kill him. Instead, you wanted to get to know him, to bond with him, to fall in love, and to spend eternity with him.

Tentatively, you smiled at him.

“Hi there, soulmate.”

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Heimdall & Angrboda

Normal sleepover at the Einherjar's

From that on, Brunhilde makes sure that they all have blankets during sleepovers.