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Imagine:

Making Tanjiro Kamado your personal plaything.

(Title: "Love Is Blind")

Plot summary: you are something... Not from this world. A being of love, and of hate. He cannot resist your charm, and eventually he doesn't want to. He is your plaything now. Always and forever. (Romantic).

This Contains: drug-like themes (giving). Forced feelings of love (giving). Mental and emotional manipulation (giving). Murder (giving). Capture (giving). Worship (receiving).

Note: Meant to be bigger, but never got around finishing it+ I still haven't finished demon slayer, only watched a bit of it. Found in the old drafts! Seeing how finished Tanjiro's part was, I figured I'd post it! Maybe I'll make moooore if I ever finish demon slayer on Netflix ;D. Anyways, enjoy this while I try and finish some request stuff. Heavily inspired by the works of @koinotame and @minkmousesworld annnnnd just, me wanting to write an Aphrodite-like, Dom S/O-

There was something.... Alarming about you. Something otherworldly.

It was your beauty, your divine appearance.

You captivated the masses, making man and woman alike victims to your appeal. Hundreds of people would come just to have a mere glance at your visage, and each one would fall madly in love soon after.

But it wasn't all just skin-deep. Your personality was just as radiant.

Kind, affectionate, and completely irresistible. If people didn't fall for you at just a simple look, then a single conversation would have them all wrapped under your finger.

Of course, there was an ugly side to you. Everyone is flawed, even you. But they could be excused. So what if you're outrageously jealous when others challenge your glamour or take away the attention? So what if you're incredibly spiteful to the point you would have your worshippers beat, whip, and burn whoever did offend you? So what if you can be murderously insecure? Doesn't everyone have their moments? Their bad days? Of course they do, it's human. They all forgive you in one way or another.

They worship the ground you walk on. Though, you don't allow your feet to be tainted by the earth often. Instead, you are carried in a palanquin fit only for an emperor. Your word is law, your action is their command. You truly are an anomaly, especially when so little is known about you. They do not know where you've come from. They do not know why you seem so displaced and above them. They do not know how you can perform unearthly miracles with a simple flick of your wrist. And they do not care to ask, for they are happily content so long as they can worship you. So long as they can love you.

So imagine the despair you caused when you finally took someone as your personal plaything. Someone that was not any of them. But who are they to oppose your choice? And who is your beloved to oppose you either? They won't allow them to change their mind.

Not like you'll allow him to anyway.

He doesn't seem to remember anything from his past. It's all.... Fuzzy and blurred.

But he remembers when he first met you, how could he ever forget it? Your appearance may of caught his eye, but it was your kindness that really captured his heart.

You were so sweet to him, so kind and gentle, how couldn't he fall so deeply in love with you? Sure, it may of been a little alarming how quickly he got attached to you, but that just proves how amazing you are!

Likes to take care of you, though he can't really do much that hasn't already been done by your line of endless worshippers.

But he still tries, doing other things for you instead. He's so cute when he brings you something to eat in the morning, or when he cleans around your room (seeing that that's the only place your followers can't enter). Acts of service is his greatest love language. He wants to do everything for you, make you comfortable and content like you've made him. He's so cute, isn't he?

He also tries to help the community, helping them out in any way he can. This gets him some favour among your people, which after awhile turns into acceptance. They now welcome him with open arms.

Tanjiro tries to steer you away when he notices the thick air of jealousy forming around you whenever someone touches him in a way you don't like, or says things in a tone a bit too suggestive for your liking. He knows how you get, how quickly you are to anger, and he does an amazing job at calming you down; feeding you attention and reassurance that he is never going anywhere. That he loves you, and only you.

He does get a little jealous from time to time too, seeing so many people touching you and everything. It triggers something in him, something that wants him to isolate the both of you, somewhere far away where only you two exist; where you both can start your lives together, raise some children together, have a beautiful family far away from these people.

Like in the mountains.

But that's just an instinct for... Some reason.

D-don't misunderstand! He's in awe with how progressive, thriving and safe your village is! He just.... Wants to be able to provide for you himself. Alone. Together.

He's also very amazed whenever you perform a 'miracle', conjuring long fields of fruits and vegetables for your people to devour, and animals for them to butcher. He asks you questions about it, how on earth can you do these sorts of things! But, you only giggle and pinch his cheek, leaving him flustered and red in the face.

He really likes the times where you two can just be at peace with one another, happily relaxing in each others' arms and mindlessly asking questions to each other (though it's mostly him who gets questioned). You two can simply be by yourselves here, enjoying a warm meal he made and each others' presence. It's so domestic, and it leaves him in bliss.

There are days where he.... Wonders. About his past. He knows he should remember things, but he just.... Can't... Familiar places, familiar faces, familiar smells all bring nothing back for him. He can't remember from before he met you.

You won't let him

He has.... Glimpses, sometimes, where he manages to recall faint remnants of something. Or in this case today, someone. Someone who.... He swears he remembers.

He.... He had a sword right? Yes, a sword....why does he have a sword? What purpose would he need a sword for? He doesn't think he was a samurai... But that sword meant something... And the uniform! They signified something, didn't they?

..he was a demon slayer.. he was a demon slayer! Yes, he remembers that! He trained to become a demon slayer, to protect others from being hunted down by demons! But there was also another reason he can't recall

Images flash in his head, blurry and hardly possible to decipher. There are blanks and gaps in between them, but something nostalgic and melancholic clings to them, and he can hear a faint, feminine voice..

He had a sister, right?....yes, a sister... What was her name..? He... He can't remember. He can't remember what his sister's name is. He can't remember what she looks like. But he remembers that he has to protect her. That he has to cure her. Yes.... Yes, he remembers..

He remembers!

He remembers...

And he tries to escape. But something is stopping him. Something inside of him.... It doesn't want him to leave this place. It doesn't want him to leave this room.

It doesn't want him to leave you.

Every step he gets closer to that door, a little piece of his heart begins to break. By the time he's halfway through the room, he's crying, and his body is shaking, and it's getting harder to keep moving forward.

He's betraying you, he shouldn't be doing this... after everything you've given him... B-but his sister... She needs him. He has to do this. He has to get to her. He has to go!

No, he doesn't.

He's collapsed just at the entrance, sobbing and breathing uncontrollably. His whole body is shaking by now, and he feels so awful and horrible.

When you've returned, Tanjiro is hyperventilating, fat orbs of tears rolling down his face. It makes you pity him almost, even when he was just about to leave you behind.

What a lovesick puppy..

And what is a better cure for heartbreak, then love? You kneel down to his level, scoop his handsome face in your hands, and gently rub your cheek into his; leaving little kisses and hums along his trembling skin.

He grips onto your clothing, a small piece of himself telling him to throw you on the ground and get away, that something with you isn't right, but the rest is begging him to hold onto you, cling to you; engulf you in his arms as he weeps uncontrollably.

He's trying to say something, though it's hard to understand, but you can definitely hear a few 'i'm sorry's from his incoherent rambling. Ugh, it hurts to see him like this.

But you suppose he deserves this, trying to run away and everything. His heart is too big for his own good, and now it's cracked in multiple ways. He should be thankful for your attachment to him, for your mercy, because many before weren't often so lucky.

Afterwards, you begin to melt his mind further. Being around you is similar to a drug, you're something that makes Tanjiro feel happy and content with his new life here. Overtime, his mind slips, and day by day he is forgetting everything of his life.

His life as a demon slayer? What do you mean? Why would he be a demon slayer? This village is perfectly safe. His sister? You must be mistaken, he doesn't have a sister. His friends? Well, they're all here, silly! His family? He already has a family, with his beloved Y/N.

When all is said and done, Tanjiro is rendered the perfect husband. He maintains his kindness, his hardworking nature, his compassion and his friendliness. But now he is so much more loving, and submissive, and doting towards you. As he should, for you are his spouse now. And both of you couldn't be happier, you're sure.

And if his little sister and friends were to ever appear? To try and take your puppy away? Well, your devotees will take care of them swiftly. They trained themselves to be your unstoppable armies.

And if they fail. You can always intervene... And nobody in this world wants that.