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Hello :D Uh may I request for Kagaya reacting to child reader (reader's his son) wanting to be a demon slayer when he's older?

Weak Body, strong Mind

Kagaya x Son Reader

Ok so i know that the Ubuyashiki family curse affects all the children born, so the reader will be sickly/weak, as far as i understand. as always i hope you enjoy it, and thank you for your request

Kagaya was a loving father to say the least. There was never a day in you life where you didn't feel loved. He was always calkm and seemingly knew everything, and if he didn't he still somehow answered all of your strange question. For someone who was destined to die at a very young age, you had a lot of energy and were overly positiv. Even when you had a bad day, you somehow always saw the good part of it, be it new knowledge or a new person you met.

Now you were still pretty young and didn't fully understand what was going on in the world around you, you knew that you were weaker than other kids your age, it was obviouse, with how you were short on breath after running for the shortest amount of time. But even with this obstical of having aweak body you never lost motivation to do what all the kids did.

The one thing that always help you stay motivated was the slayers that would somtimes visit your dads estate. They were so strong and trained nearly every day, you truly admired them and their strength and you enjoyed the time when they woudl"play" with you. Which mostly meant them carying you around, you clinging to their back as they ran or them showing of their amazing swordskills.

You never really expressed your desire to become a slayer, yuo knew you sick body probably coulnd't keep up with the hard training, but you never knew to what extend the curse actually affected your body. One day you decided to let your father know, that you wanted to become a demon slayer. He had a smile on his face, even though he knew you could never become one. The fire that burned in your eyes told him everything. He calmly explained that while your admiration for the slayer was wonderful, your body could never withstand the hardship that came with being one.

So maybe instead of become a slayer, you should find a way to suppored them and be their pillar they can lean on. Of course being told you couldn't be a slayer amde you a little sad, but imagining working with the slayers and being someone they all can count made you feel giddy and you couldn't stop the smile from grwoing on your face. You quickly escused yourself and practically ran out of the estate to announce to all the salyers that were present, that when you were older you would be their greatest helper and be there for all of them.

It warmed their heart knowing that, while your original dream couldn't come true, you didn't give up and still had so much motivation and admiration for them, to support them no matter how.

lol love amane and kagaya sm 😭

Been tossing around ideas for this with @lavenderdrxp and I find this idea absolutely hilarious. Takes place in Kimetsu Gauken.

*You are Muzan's fiance but not by choice. It was an arrangement made by your families when you both were younger as part of a business deal.

*Despite being his 'fiance', Muzan doesn't even acknowledge your presence unless he absolutely HAS to. In fact he even legitimately forgets you even exist most of the time too busy with his plans to take over Japan. He's a pretty sorry excuse for a fiance. The only reason you haven't just called it quits yet is out of respect for your family but you're very close to not caring anymore and calling the entire thing off. It's not like he'd care.

*Despite this one day he actually does acknowledge you!... Because he wants to use you to infiltrate Kimetsu Academy to spy on his Cousin Kagaya.

*Up to this point Kagaya and Muzan hate one another only acting distantly cordial at family gatherings if even that. Despite that Kagaya has never met You. He knows his cousin was engaged but he's never met Y/n (mostly Muzan's fault for refusing to bring you anywhere EVER), so You would be the perfect spy. (Brilliant thinking am I right?)

*You reluctantly agree only on the basis that he shuts up about this entire thing he won't stop bugging you about.

*You set up a meeting with Kagaya via Muzan giving you his number and intergrade yourself into the Academy's staff as his and Amane's new secretary. Giving you access to many of the Academy's...grading papers. And student profiles and... There's nothing here that screams 'government Intel's or anything Muzan would want. It's just a normal every day school.

*He INSISTS that you keep looking around much to your annoyance.

*Kagaya and Amane know the entire time btw. Muzan isnt as clever as he thinks he's being. They knew from the moment Kagaya interviewed you for the job, but he found his cousins attempts to sabotage him quite amusing and let you stay.

*Slowly things start turning. You start to really enjoy your job at the Academy. You've already made friends with a few teachers like Kyojuro, and Kanae.

*Students start to like coming to the office more because of how bubbly and friendly the new secretary is. The teachers start to talk to you more often and invite you to staff parties and outside work events.

*Was working outside your old job really this fun? You couldn't remember the last time you actually felt appreciated or just had someone WANT to talk to you.

*As part of your 'mission' you were supposed to get as close to the Ubuyashikis as possible to learn about all their little secrets. Again they already know but they're curious about what you'll do so they allow you to (not so discreetly) come around them and speak to them often.

*Kagaya thinks it's amusing watching you shyly peek into the doorway to his office with papers clutched into your hands and bashfully asking if you could come in. The way you so innocently look unsure of something or squeak out a question. It's adorable seeing your attempts.

Amane finds your sweet and bubbly personality is perfect for the job! Especially when she sees how much you love interacting with the students and always friendly towards her own children. When you shyly ask her for help with scheduling or ask where a certain file is, always puts a smile on her face.

How could someone like Muzan be engaged to someone so sweet?

*It's Amane that finally brings up the topic. She accidentally walks in to you crying as Muzan is yelling at you over the phone calling you names before hanging up and leaving you a sobbing mess she quickly comforts. Assuring you that it'd be alright and the three of you should have a long talk.

*You're surprised that they knew, but too tired and stressed out to care allowing the couple to hug and comfort you.

*Muzan shouldn't really be surprised when one day he attempts to contact you and finds himself blocked from all your socials. He's been in contact with you this entire time so what the hell is going on?! He gets Kokushibo and a few other employees to text/call you to tell you to quickly get in contact with him. But they all either get completely ignored or blocked too. He's frustrated more and more everyday that you don't contact him.

*Until one day you unblock him to text him ONE word before reblocking his number- "Goodbye."

*Muzan is confused, offended, and mostly pissed! Goodbye?! What the hell does she mean by goodbye?! Doesn't she know who she's dealing with?!

*Not too long after he gets a text message and photo from Kagaya and Amane. Annoyed he opens the message from his cousin and his wife only for a glass shattering noise to go off in his head, and his jaw drop to the floor-

*It's a photo of You in the middle looking beautiful and happy with Amane and Kagaya on either side of you showing off a beautiful New diamond ring on your ring finger-

Amane: "Thank you for introducing us to Y/n. She's such a a lovely woman. You'll be receiving your wedding invitation soon."

Kagaya: "No bitches?"

Kagaya: "You really need to reconsider your plans better if you want to stop looking like a fool."

Kagaya: "Btw have you met our fiance? lol"

*Muzan has to get a new phone after chucking his in rage. Poor Kokushibo literally has to hold him from behind and keep him from storming into the academy and making a fool of himself.

*He doesn't attend but as a polite gesture (a.k.a Kagaya rubbing it into Muzan's face), he is sent a final message in the form of y'all's wedding invite.

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a/n - i was thinking abt csm and i thought about this! i love angel devil so uh, have angst LOL. this can be read as platonic or romantic!! have this collection of one shots. u can look up angel devil for image ref but his devil abilities are more visible here! anyways thanks for reading, have a nice day/night! titled, "don't go",, also to add salt in the wound, listen to "veil" by Keina Suda if you get the meaning behind it lol

↬ cw: canon typical angst, canon death, spoilers if you haven't read the manga

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The Angel Devil, as they call it, is a demon that appears before humans on the brink of their deaths. That is how they feed. Rather than killing humans in brutal ways and feasting on them, using their Blood Art, they can absorb a mortal's lifespan with a simple touch. Many humans have been spreading rumors of a humanoid entity with long, enormous fluffy wings, and a halo on top of their heads appearing amongst the sickly or dying relatives. They hear them comforting them, then give them a simple caress or a kiss on the cheek.

"It's nice to see you again, old friend."

When Kagaya heard the loud flaps of wings nearing his room, then the silent thud on the tatami mats, he knew it was them, and his smile widened. He heard his oldest friend scoff, the sounds of clothing shifting and their presence nearing him indicated that they sat right in front of him.

"Technically," They drawled, an arm atop their propped-up knee as they let out a small yawn. "You can't, you're blind." It has been years since they last saw each other, both busy with their duties. Kagaya laughed, and to them, it sounded like the gentle tunes of wind chimes, it rang through the light gusts of wind and rippled through their hollowed body.

It was a beautiful sound, one that they could listen to all day long and let their shoulders sag, to sit back and appreciate the beauty that surrounded them.

They didn't even know they could get goosebumps until he heard him laugh after years of separation.

"I'm glad your humor is still the same," He says in a regal fashion. The smile the always wore on his lips was different. It was wide and genuine, the smile he always gives them when he's with them. They felt flustered, looking away from their friend. "I hope you could've visited me, us, more."

"I'm a demon first, angel second," They simply said, eyeing the children peeking through the small opened crack of the shoji doors. "I do not wish to mingle with humans. You know this, right?" Their sharpened nails dug into the cloth of their kimono, chest heavy.

"And yet here you are, in my room, and accepted a huge favor I've asked of you years ago." He gestured for his children to enter the room, startling the poor demon as they scrambled back, anxious that the small (adorable) copies of Kagaya may touch them.

"Don't misunderstand my intentions, I simply accepted it for the ample food source." They lied, and Kagaya knew. With the guide of his children, he took a sip from a cup of tea, offering one to his dear friend, to which they declined. They were more human that they give themselves credit for.

Kagaya asked for a favor. To give his slayers a gentle death. To fight against demons and let them die peacefully. To guide them. To comfort them.

The two friends sat in silence. The demon prepared for the worst.

"Have my lifespan shorted once more? Is that why you're here?" Kagaya asked as if it wasn't a big deal. They bit their bottom lip, abhorring the fact that they could hear the resignation in his voice. It was foul, sickening bile creeping up their throat but washed it away by drinking the slightly cooled tea that they once declined and refused to answer.

And yet, Kagaya knew.

So he changed the subject. "May I have a kiss?"

"Are you stupid?" Their jaw hanged opened, baffled at the sudden request from their dearest and only friend. Kagaya laughed once more and their willpower was slowly being crushed.

"On the cheek, of course. Possibly my forehead or my hand if you're not quite alright with it."

"Do you want to die early?"

"Of course not." He replied, listening to the pitter-patter of his children's footsteps whilst they left the room. Kagaya could imagine their expression. Sharp teeth bared, nostrils flaring, and a glare. But listening to the tone of their voice, the small crack in the middle of their sentence, the slight breathlessness.

He knew it was quite the opposite of what he originally imagined.

"Not a human wishes to pass on early, I am simply asking for a kiss from a friend who has refused to touch me." He heard them click their tongue, but he continued, a somber smile gracing his lips. "I am blind, so I am unable to be ever graced by your ethereal being once again. A kiss will surely brighten my days, for you will leave as fast as you've arrived."

"Speak of the truth, Ubuyashiki Kagaya." They spat, eyes damp. When he didn't answer, they growled. "You've foreseen how you die, am I correct?" And they knew they struck gold when Kagaya closed his eyes. They felt their dead heart drop.

"It would be best if you aren't here on the day I die, my dear friend." He heard another thump against the tatami mats. He could only assume that the demon has laid on the floor. "I... ask of you to guide my children—"

"You don't have to ask for more anymore." They cut them off, shuffling close to the sickly man. "A kiss for a dying man." They say, voice twinged with sadness that Kagaya almost regretted his request.

That night, Kagaya, for the first time in his life, truly felt the gentle kiss of death. Soothing, and reassuring, the fear that gripped his heart faded into nothing. He was ready, and he accepted it.

But the angelic demon, who has gifted countless mortals a quick, painless death with a simple kiss, couldn't. For the first time in their life, tears fell.

"Gods, please don't go." They wracked out a sob, clutching on their only friend's kimono. "Curse you for befriending me when none of your predecessors did! Curse you for earning a special place in my heart! Curse you!" They hissed, his hands wrapped around their torso.

They wanted to reprimand him for touching them, but they knew he'd hit them with an excuse. 'I'm touching the cloth!'

Kagaya could only smile. Their cries reminded him of the light rains on sunny days, wetting his kimono but he could care less. It was a rare occurrence, but still as beautiful as the cold, dark rains. "Thank you for finally being honest, old friend."

"What's gotten into you, angel?" Kanae giggled, a carefree, serene expression on her face, as always.

Their dead heart ached as they clutched their own kimono, forcing a neutral face, as they always had. The cherry blossoms were blooming at this time of year and they had taken a seat on one of the branches, looking down at Kanae Kocho. It was the only safe space for him to be because among the borders of the Butterfly Mansion, were wisteria trees.

"You've come to visit more often than usual." She says, jumping up to the branch they sat on, scaring them out of their skin with how close she was to them. Kanae gave them a teasing smile, jumping to another branch, not too far away but not close enough to be within the reach of each other. "Is this a confession that you truly do enjoy my company?"

And as much as they wanted to lie, they couldn't. The weight was beginning to be unbearable to carry as more days went by. Their mouth was oddly dry, and their hands were sweaty and clammy. Kanae noticed course, she's never seen her demon friend be so out of character.

"...I suppose." They answered. The sunlight's brightness hurt their eyes the more they looked around their surroundings, pressing their knees against their chest and hugging their legs. Their long hair cascaded down their face, blocking some of their features, and their big, cloud-like wings fluttered against the wind. The angel wanted to say more, but it was stuck at the tip of their tongue. They couldn't even look at her.

All the while, Kanae's breath was taken. They looked absolutely mesmerizing, forgetting for a moment that their dear friend wasn't an angel, similar to those written in books from different countries, but a demon that eats humans' lives to sustain itself. But similar to those angels, they looked so otherworldly. Their halo shined brightly against the sunlight that peaked through the petals of the cherry blossom tree, pure white wings that never got stained by blood or dirted by dirt, and a face so divine.

It looked like they belonged under the sun, not in the shadows of darkness. Kanae thought that death certainly wouldn't be that bad if she saw them appear before her, singing heavenly tunes that the dead could only hear.

The two of them ignored the reasoning behind their frequent visits. The two of them ignored the reasoning behind the solemn stares she's been receiving from them, nor the flowers they'd been giving her for the past few days, nor the cries she's heard outside of her mansion, on the roof, late at night.

Even the wails of an angel were beautiful, she thought on those nights.

They've been a good friend being discreet about it too. The last thing she wanted was for her sister to know.

"Please don't go," They mutter under their breath, burying their face against their knees and hugging his legs tighter. They aren't sure if she could hear them, but they continued. "You're more of an angel than I've ever been in my eyes. A few humans had outlived their 'deadline' lest I touch them... I want to help you but..."

Kanae let out a sigh, and they tensed. Sitting next to them on the branch they sat on, they refused to look at her, afraid that if they did, tears would start falling once more. "I appreciate the concern, my dear friend! I'll be one of those mortals that outlived your so-called 'deadline'."

Lies, they wanted to say but they kept their mouth shut.

"May I ask a favor though?"

"Anything,"

"Look after my sister." Kanae scooted closer to them, and they raised their head. They looked into her eyes, soft and filled with sorrow. They gulped, nodding. They could never refuse her either way, no matter the cost. Shinobu would surely grow to hate them.

"Thank you, angel! I'm at ease." Kanae's shoulders drooped as she took off her haori and placed it on their back. Confused, about to ask what she was doing, but their words got caught in their throat when Kanae laid her head on their shoulder. They let out a strained surprised noise but didn't push her off.

"You know, you look so ethereal under the sun. You're like an actual angel." She mumbled, closing her eyes. They wanted to tell her that they were a demon, but they didn't have the heart to ruin this peaceful moment. "It would really be great if you were there for me."

Running a hand through their hair, sighing heavily. "...I'll make sure to give you a peaceful death..." They promised, but they knew they wouldn't be able to keep it.

"Don't go," Was the last thing Sabito heard from them before he stormed off.

He gripped the handle of his sword tightly, gritting his teeth. The two friends had a fight a day before the Final Selection. One moment, they were just talking about whatever, eating together, and pulling pranks on Urokodaki-san (they always fail, but it never stopped them to keep trying) then all of the sudden, his angelic friend started begging him to quit trying to be a slayer.

Sabito knew that the Final Selection would have its trials and tribulations, but did they lack that much faith in him? He had endured the strenuous training given by an ex-Hashira for years on end, swinging his damned chipped sword for gods knows how many times, and slicing that huge boulder in half.

He deserved to participate in this damned exam.

Sabito shouldn't have gotten close to that damned demon. He never understood why Urokodaki-san trusted them enough to allow them to sleep in his own home, watch and coach his students and keep them company when he was out. It felt disgusting. A former Hashira housing a demon? The very beings that Slayers dedicated their lives to eradicate?

Despite this, they all trusted them.

Makomo was the first. Their bored, uncaring exterior never bothered her one bit, and spoke to them as if they were human. She trusted Urokodaki-san, the man that gave them a home and trained them to be great slayers. So if he trusts them, that means she can too.

It blossomed into a beautiful friendship. Sabito won't deny it. A demon is still a demon. No matter how beautiful or kind that demon is.

But, then came Giyuu.

He expected the boy to hate the so-called 'angel' as he did, but it was the exact opposite. Sabito was surprised to see him almost leap at them upon recognition. It turned out, they gave his sister a somewhat peaceful death and led him away from the demon as a favor. They didn't expect to see Giyuu once again, but they welcomed them warmly.

There were a lot of things that they'd never told him. He didn't want to trust them. In the end, he grew closer to them than the two ever did.

So, maybe when they told him to quit, he should've trusted them. Maybe if he listened to their warnings, heard them out for lending him and Makomo a hand during the Final Selection.

But he pushed them away. He didn't want their help. Sabito believed that he and Makomo can make it out just fine. That they'll be official slayers once this was over.

Of course, he was wrong.

His sword snapped in half. Sabito never felt this much pain in his whole life. He was practically covered with his own blood, all the while he heard Makomo scream out in frustration. He couldn't move, his bones are probably broken.

A shadow loomed over his dying body, and he closed his eyes when he saw it was that disgusting demon's hand.

"Move away for a moment, Hand Demon." A voice, so pristine and melodic reached his ears. The sounds of fluttering wings can be heard throughout the field as the wind around them changed. He could hear the demon sputter as it retract its arm away from him.

Sabito's eyes fluttered open.

In their hand was a white sword with intricate designs, covered with the Hand Demon's blood. In their face was an expression he's never seen on his friend's face until now. Brows furrowed, nose flared and teeth bared.

Rage.

"What!? And let you have my well-deserved meal!?" The demon quickly refuted and launched a barrage of arms toward them. Sabito wanted to call out to them, to hold his sword and protect them, but in a flash, its multiple arms were cut clean. Sabito saw them barely move an inch.

"You can have them," They say, face morphing back to their neutral state. A face that hid the inner turmoil and despair in their heart. "They're good as dead... I just want to say goodbye."

Just as he was about to lose consciousness, he heard the gentle sounds of bells ringing in his ears. His body moved and was wrapped around by something white, smooth, and soft. Was it their wings? For the first time since he entered the Final Selection, he felt at ease. Sabito opened his mouth to say something, anything but closed it when he felt their hand on his cheek, gently caressing his bloodied skin.

"It's okay," They sighed, ignoring the foul smell of their blood that stained their kimono and wings, ignoring the stares of the demons that surrounded them. All that mattered were their two dying friends in their wings, giving them comfort and taking their pain away. "You can sleep."

Slowly, his eyes closed. His body sank further into their wings as all his regrets, doubts and anger washed away. He wanted to apologize, clutching into their arm with the last of his strength but he didn't need to hear them speak or see their face to know that they'd already forgiven him.

Throughout the whole forest, on the last day of the Final Selection, many of the surviving slayers heard the melodic cries of an angel. Singing of mourning and death. It was beautiful and pleasant, the wind turning into soft breezes whilst the sun's rays slowly made their way onto their skin.

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