Hi! Feel Free To Reject But Can I Get Lucifer Having A Male (or Female If You Feel More Comfortable Writing

the hashiras + the trio (tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu) reaction to reader, a fellow hashira, getting turned into a demon against their will right in front of them…in the middle of a fight? (reader is crying, and saying, ‘no! i want to be a human. i don’t want to…no, no, no- i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i…was so weak. forgive me…’) and then they’re forced to fight reader, who was so, so friendly and patient with them while they were human…but now, they’re an incredibly strong swordfighting demon, fighting alongside the upper moon demon who turned them. (do they k!ll reader, knock them out and tie them up… or will they turn it into another nezuko situation?…)

(The hashira are seperate but the trio will be together)

Demon slayer masterlist

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Rengoku

He didn't even have to do anything you just passed out

Turns out the rapid change was too much for you body so you were out like a light

When you woke up you were restrained in a windowless room with him sleeping at your bed side

Tengen

He knocked you out by accident while going for the kill

His sword was going for your neck so you dodged by ducking but unfortunately for you his knee was right there

Sanemi

Kills you

I don't think I'd have to explain this much

If Genya was there he'd be protecting you nd swearing to Sanemi that you could be like nezuko

Sanemi, of course, doesn't listen and push him away from you as he goes for the final blow

Obanai

Kills you

Even if you were in a situation like nezukos

It's nothing personal it's just that he doesn't think a demon is capable of control even after meeting nezuko

Muichirou

Before getting his memories back he would kill you but after he wouldn't

Giyuu

He hopes that your situation is like nezuko's

If it is he will tell kagaya about you but not the others and keeps you at his estate

If you aren't like nezuko that would be his 13th reason he would k

Mitsuri

She takes her job as a hashira very seriously

Just the thought of killing you breaks her heart but she doesn't want to out anyone in danger by keeping you alive

She feels like she has to kill you so she does

Shinobu

She cant

Like she literally even if she wanted to

The best she could do was knock you out

The poison wasn't strong enough to kill you, only weaken you

She'll devote herself to finding a cure just like tanjiro did

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What started off as a regular ranked mission turned into a hashira rank as upper moon 3, Akaza, arrived.

A fight started with you all having a major advantage and not giving him a chance to adjust to the constant barade of attacks.

"4 against 1, that's hardly fair. Let's even the playing field, shall we?" Akaza said as he created some distance between all of you. His eyes wondered over each one of you like a predator deciding which to eat first.

His gaze landed on you and before you could react he plunged 2 fingers into you head, allowing his blood to flow into you.

Inosuke acted first, running towards you both swords swinging at Akaza. Tanjiro was next pulling you away from the upper moon as your veins started to show from your skin.

Tanjiro got you a good distance away and laid you on your back, Zenitsu was bouncing all around you in worry. Your eyes we're rolling to the back of your head.

"I- I'm so- rry- I was too.... Too weak" You sobbed as you chocked on your own blood.

Your vision became clouded.

In that moment you lost all control.

Your nails dug into tanjiro's arm as your speech turned inaudible, you tried to pull him toward you in an attempt to bite him.

Zenitsu wrapped his arms around your middle and ripped you away from him.

"CONTROL YOURSELF Y/N" he screeched, tears free falling from his eyes.

Your limbs struck him wildly.

Tanjiro tried to hold your arms.

Inosuke distracted himself with the Akaza. He didn't want what happened to rengoku to happen to you.

"You can fight it y/n, I know you can. Your one of the strongest people I know. PLEASE."

They struggled for hours to get you to calm down.

Akaza left.

Inosuke was ready to beat you into submission if you didn't control yourself.

One punch did the tick and something inside you snapped and everything became clear.

However your body couldn't keep up and so you fell unconscious.

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You have a nightmare

Kokomi's guard dog series

Child male reader (gorou's little brother)

Part one (sorta)

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Caught in the middle of a battlefield was not the ideal place to be especially for you, kokomi's guard dog.

It was hard to tell you was on your side and who wasn't.

The sound of swords clinging and people screaming messed had your head spinning.

"Stay Strong." You heard your brothers booming voice above everything.

You ran to him.

Just in time to see a arrow go through his chest.

"BROTHER"

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You shot up from your makeshift bed in your tent.

Gorou's tent was right next to yours and you couldn't shake the feeling that he was still hurt.

Walking into his tent you see him sleeping peacefully, you were going to tip toes back to bed when he stopped you.

"What are you doing up Y/n? " he asked goggly still clingying on to sleep.

"I had a bad dream." You mumbled the last part but gorou still heard you.

"Wanna sleep with me. No nightmare would dare scare you when you big brother is here." He said scooting over to give you room.

You gladly joined him.

For the rest of the night you slept peacefully.

Alt ending

You shot up from your bed but the room looked unfamiliar.

The room you were in had light blue walls with white tile floors.

You were in watasumi shrine.

Not feeling like you back to sleep you got up. Wrapping yourself in a blanket as you got up you ventured outside of your room.

When you reached the main foyer you say kokomi sitting on a couch she looked sad.

Approaching her you saw she was holding a journal.

Your brothers journal.

It wasn't a dream.

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Tomioka it's like "I'm gonna poke u 2"

imagine reader, muzan’s wife (aka: his only true equal. he gave her so much of his blood it almost killed them both), betrays him and joins the demon slayer corps after regaining her humanity (u can decide how that happens). since she’s his only true equal, he has no control over her whatsoever like with other demons, and he cannot read her mind. he’s absolutely heartbroken and upset when she betrays him. she joins the trio + rengoku on the mugen train without their knowledge. she saves rengoku’s life with her blood demon art and kills akaza. but…even after all that, can the trio and rengoku trust her? after all, she’s just as powerful as muzan and came out of nowhere to help…. (tanjiro and nezuko are on her side for sure; he can smell that she’s being honest about ‘wanting to make up for the things she did before she regained her humanity’. rengoku is grateful for her help, but overall…he is suspicious.) she leaves before the sunlight can reach her, and everyone is left wondering about her….

A/n: Sorry this took so long, summer has been kicking my ass more than school. coincidently I have a story like this in mind except with Muzan's son and the mother has brain damage.

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You married Muzan while he was still human

When the doctor turned him into a demon you like the amazing wife you are took the same medicine so that you could be a demon with him

For centuries you and Muzan have lived and loved together

You had followed him blinded and caused many deaths

When he created the moons he got more hostile

he had changed completely and even threatened to kill you

The first time that he hit you was out of rage after a meeting with the moons

He had slapped your head clean off, it hurt like hell

he regrated it but he didn't say anything

You had decided he had gone too far and needed to be stopped

After that you left for close to 10 years, you had started speaking to the current head of the Ubuyashiki's, Kagaya

You had told the young head many secrets, you confessed about every crime that you had committed

He had forgiven you and welcomed you into his family with open arms (after consulting his family of course)

although you never met any of the Hashira you know of them

and currently you were following Akaza after Muzan ordered him to kill the boy with the hanafuda earings

You were at the edge of the forest, judging to see if the fight was going to end in the flame Hashira's death.

You watched as the slayers fought with his whole heart. His speech really set your heart ablaze, you almost missed your time to intervene.

"Akaza, I am so sorry." You whispered into his ear as you teleported behind him. You cut off the arm that was heading towards the hashira's stomach and stabbed your nails into his neck, giving him a lot of your blood. (Muzan's and your blood don't mix and cause the body to implode or in a demons case their body disintegrates)

"Ma'am?" That was all Akaza could say before he is body went away with the wind.

You took a deep breath before looking at the astonished faces looking back at you.

"A DEMON KILLING A DEMON. WHAT'S HAPPENING" A boy with yellow hair screeched from the side of the train.

After that you had gained the respect of the Hashira (with the exception of a few *cough cough Obanai and Sanemi*)

Rengoku is very thankful that you saved his life but it also conflicted cause he was saved by a demon

Tanjiro trusts you, he knows you are genuine with everything you say

Nezuko is adorable, she always runs and hugs you when she sees you

Your kids with Muzan never lived long so being around the siblings was very refreshing

Inosuke wants to fight you, he always loses and hates it but he hates the fact that you hold back even more

Zenitsu is afraid of you, he avoids you at all costs

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Muzan with a child reader (around 7 yrs), who always gets lectured (for being naughty or doing something stupid lol) and gets their ear pulled by muzan. And maybe reader answers back a lot, but muzan doesn’t hurt them too much because he still loves them. (Thought this would be cute and thank youuu!)

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The only time you're not being constantly watched is when your father is in the middle of a meeting with the upper moons. He told you to stay put in your room but when have you ever listened to him.

Usually, Nakime would keep you away from any room you're not supposed to be in but today she was distracted. By what? I guess we'll never know.

Without the biwa woman to stop you, you wandered into your father's experiment room.

It didn't take long for something to break. In fact, one of the legs of the table just popped off and the entire table fell. Chemicals and broken glass surrounded you.

It was loud.

very loud.

Every demon in the castle heard it... Your father heard it.

"Y/n what did you do." Your father was behind you in a heartbeat.

"I barely did anything I swear." You wave you sporadically as he walks towards you.

"I'm sor- OW!"

Your father took you by the ear and dragged you out of the room, he dragged you all the way to your room without the help of Nakime.

You complained the whole way there but that didn't matter to him.

"You're in time out until I say so. If you break anything else it'll be worse than just your ears. I swear you're a disaster waiting to happen."

He locked you into your room until the next day.

When you opened your door outside was your favorite snack.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅— diluc x fem!reader. 2.1k. ao3

yours and diluc's love has captured the hearts of teyvat, thanks to the steambird and the kamera. in my head this takes place in another fic im working on so the reader only has one arm.

You marry in a simple gown of silk. There’s enough heft of the silk, as it spills around your arms and babbles down your body like a brook, spilling onto the floor, to show off its price. Your flowers drip from the bouquet in your hands– They drip, not droop. Cecilias and lilies, nothing more than an extension of your beauty. 

Your ladyship, the official bits of it, are donned with a strong kiss. One where Diluc has his hand on your lower back and the other on the side of your face– the side that isn’t being photographed. 

Three photos come from the wedding: One of you walking down the aisle: cobblestones lining outside the winery. Lined by simple flowers, a small party gathered to witness. Two, of the kiss. Swooped, leg slightly lifted, completely and contently at Diluc’s mercy. Three, of your head tossed back in laughter and Diluc’s warm gaze trained intently on you, a fond expression on his face. 

It’s later that month when Mona presents you with the newspaper. She had, after all, advised you on when the perfect day to get married would be. All for a hefty price, of course. But if luck couldn’t be bought, you could certainly try. The front page, however, is something like a gossip magazine. MARRIED FOR THE STARS. Step into the whimsical wedding of the century. 

And it’s those three photos. You hide your face behind the newspaper. 

“You know, you should be pleased. People pay thousands of mora for a chance to be right there,” Mona titters, crossing her arms. “You could at least act grateful.” 

“Oh, Mona… We didn’t need a cover page. We didn’t even need it to be broadcasted!” You protest, though there’s a girlish fluttering in your chest. 

“It’s not like anyone else of such caliber is getting married,” Mona huffs. “You should be honored!” 

Diluc is beet red when he sees the cover page. He hides himself behind his hands, fingers hiding under his fringe. “This is mortifying,” He bemoans. 

“I say Donna crying,” Kaeya says, with a shit eating grin and he looks over the front page, turning to page three for the full article. “Just absolutely inconsolable.” 

“Poor thing,” You hum, sufficiently less embarrassed since Diluc seemed to be embarrassed plenty for the both of you. “Maybe we should get it framed.” 

“Hang it up in Angel’s Share,” Kaeya agrees. “Right next to the collection of best wine awards. What do you think, Diluc?” 

“I don’t think it needs to be hung up,” Diluc says, muffled by his hands. 

“I’m going to hang it up,” Kaeya says. “I’ll get a fresh copy from Mona, so you can hold onto this one. Has Adelinde seen it yet?” 

“Yes,” Diluc says, still muffled. 

“I think everyone’s seen it,” You chime in, grinning as you reach over to tuck a strand of Diluc’s hair behind his ear. His face is certainly warm. 

It’s to no surprise that the weddings that follow for the next few years are inspired by the nation of love. That there’s thousands of attempts to grab the same photos, but none of them have the same candidness to that first kiss you shared with Diluc as husband and wife. None of the dresses have the same water-like texture, none of the flowers are fresh in the same way. 

It could be said for money. But the wind was a perfect whisper, rippling through your gown and your hair, keeping Diluc’s hair out of his face. Rumor was that the Anemo Archon favored the Ragnvindr’s love so greatly he made a personal appearance. 

When you’re invited to Fontaine– When Diluc is invited to Fontaine for a wine festival, he grumbles about it. About the journey, about how he has to leave home for months on end. Even though you’re coming with him, he still grumbles. He’s fond of his manor, he’s fond of the way that you’ve bled into every aspect of it. Brightening it with light colors and gauzy curtains, fresh-scented candles. 

He grumbles less, because you’re so excited to go. You’ve listened to your tailor speak for hours about how beautiful the land of water is, about how the art is so rich and the food richer. You’ve listened to nearly every ballet and every opera on the gramophone. And your tailor has treated you so well, to fashions typical and atypical of the nation. 

(His business had boomed too, after the wedding dress. However, he saved his best work for the Ragnvindrs. He’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to make another splash in his hometown.) 

Fontaine treats the Ragnvindrs kindly. They have first class tours, with nearly everything included. A villa instead of a hotel room. Nightly escapades to the finest shows Fontaine has to offer. For your first journey to the Opera, you’re buzzing with excitement. 

The gown that’s been made for you in warm blue, with shimmers and hugs your figure. It’s a far cry from the simple dresses you wear back home: modest and breathable. With this one, you wrap a shawl around your shoulders and stand in front of the mirror, doing last minute adjustments. 

Diluc is too filled with energy to sit still for so long, focused on just one thing. He hides it well, and age has slowed him down considerably from when he was nothing but a young firecracker. He’s just gotten better at hiding it. At least, he’ll do it for you. He comes up behind you, resting a hand on your hip. The accents on his suit complement your dress, his hair pulled back in a bow of the same fabric. 

He leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your shoulder, hand sliding to rest securely over your stomach. His other trails down your arm to hold your hand, gently adjusting your engagement ring, which glints in the lamplight. 

“Do everything with this hand,” Diluc says, hunched over so his cheek can rest on your shoulder, facing towards your neck. Here, he has perfect access to the scent of your perfume. 

“I don’t think anyone is mistaking me as single,” You reply. Not when the lovable oaf of your husband is draped over you. Not when he stands so close to you the two of you might as well wear the same concoction of perfume and cologne. 

Diluc hums and straightens up. 

“Well. Let me escort you, my lady,” Diluc says, giving a slight bow. 

You respond with a beaming smile and a small curtsey. 

Diluc captures your lips in a kiss, pulling away with furrowed brows. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“You’re just too beautiful,” Diluc replies. 

This time, the newspaper comes much faster. You’re on page three, under a fashion column. MONDSTAT’S PRINCE CHARMING AND CINDERELLA. The article speaks of how such patrons of the arts were so much more patrons of each other, madly in love by gaze alone. 

You’re whisked away to the gala: the actual event you’ve come for. The finest gown is for that night: off the shoulder with large sleeves, tailored and glittering, beaded details accentuated by the diamonds around your neck. There’s a frown on Diluc’s face as he gets ready, does up his buttons and does up his tie. 

When prompted on what soured his mood, he simply replies: “I don’t want to socialize.” 

You laugh, tinkling bells through the room. 

“What?” Diluc asks. “They like you so much more than they like me.” 

“Oh, but you’re the one they want to talk to,” You say, coming over to him. You smooth your hand over his lapel. “I think they just like looking at me.” 

“They should talk to you instead,” Diluc replies. “You’re so much more interesting than I am.” 

“And share me with the world?” You tilt your head. 

“Oh, good point.” Diluc slides his hand back around your waist. The dress truly is something to marvel. Such a marriage of Fontaine’s couture and Mondstadt's simplicity. Diluc’s gaze can’t leave your waist, can’t leave your chest. “Good point.” 

The Steambird gets a quip from you that night, a bright eyed, pink haired girl with a camera approaches you and Diluc, begging for a photo. She has many questions, and expresses such to you, but will only ask you for one. And to forgive her because it’s not wine related. (“Good,” Diluc had said, mostly to himself and you, “I’ve spoken enough about wine.” Charlotte had beamed at that.) 

“Everyone’s been calling you Teyvat’s true fairytale,” She says, recording device poised. “Do you have any advice for those of us trying to find our own fairytale?” 

You laugh, and look up at Diluc, placing a hand on his chest. In turn, his hand sits dutifully at your lower back. He looks down at you, a fond expression on his face. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” You say, tearing your gaze away from Diluc. “I think it just happens.” 

“You can’t be looking for it,” Diluc adds on, his gaze never leaving you. 

RECIPE FOR A FAIRYTALE

A Mondstadt love story is not unheard of. If anything, it has permeated our childhoods, with so many famous tales coming from the land of romance. Growing up, these tales of princes and princesses, who find true love after a fearsome trial of strength, bravery and wit seem so out of reach, as if they linger as stories painted in constellations. Gorgeous to gaze at, charming to consume, delightful to dream about. 

There must be something in the Mondstadt air, whether it be the scent of windwheel asters or the Anemo Archon’s own blessing, given that Teyvat’s own fairytale hails from the tranquil nation. That Ragnvindrs won the hearts of Teyvat when they got married. Sources at the time revealed photos of the event, two lovers intertwined in their own world, speckled by the sunlight filtering through the translucent clouds in the sky. Their vows promised a lifetime of never-ending love, and their kiss was sealed with a warm brush of wind. 

Their love has not run dry. Tonight, at the Festin de Boire, Diluc Ragnvindr and his lady, Ophelia, continue their tour of Fontaine. Dressed by Fontaine’s own Herbert Agustin, the two are fit for on-stage royalty. Diluc’s suit is finely tailored, a warm, dark brown that highlights his cabernet eyes and acts as logs on a hearth for his flaming mane. Tonight, it’s tamed by a ribbon the same shade as his wife’s gown. A stunning, off the shoulder champagne piece with sleeves that billow out and come together around the wrist, embroidered by pearls. Tonally, it matches the bubbling drinks in their hands. It would be remiss to not discuss the stunning set of diamonds that sprawled across her collarbone in long droplets. 

The banquet attendees are just as smitten with the Ragnvindrs as I am. Witnessing the attentiveness of Diluc and the grace of Ophelia, it’s hard to not raise my own crumbling standards when it comes to a partner. Not once did I see his hand leave her waist, lower back or cheek for longer than a few breaths. 

When I spoke with them for a brief moment, it was like gazing into a snowglobe, where a prince and princess stand, eternally in love. Accentuated by the quartet playing, the two of them struggled to pull their gazes away from each other. Truth be told, the two looked so stunning up close, I struggled to pull my own gaze away. 

I asked our lovers the question on all of our minds, one that circulates my own to no end. Do they have any advice on how we can find our own fairytale? 

Ophelia rested her hand on his broad chest, a smile on her face. Diluc’s hand curved around her waist, resting on the bottom of her bodice before the dress expanded into its fullness. It is easy to imagine them back at their winery, standing in their garden in the same position. The same love painted on their faces, only with crystal flies circling about them instead of servers carrying plates of hor d'oeuvres and glasses of wines. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” Ophelia told me, though her words floated up in the direction of her husband. She further confirmed: “I think it just happens.” 

Diluc, who had told me he was glad for the opportunity to discuss matters other than wine (and, if I must make my own conclusions, was euphoric to discuss his wife), added the big secret: “You can’t be looking for it.” 

To think that such a cherished romance simply fell into their laps is almost astonishing. To see such a fairytale, to learn that it came without slaying any dragons, that it fell like an autumn leaf or a ripe bulle fruit… It is the thing of dreams. And perhaps a reminder that the best things in life come to us when we aren’t looking. 

"thank you so much and like with it so cute. How about Genya just having basically a delinquent type of reader but who very soft with Genya and Genya introducing them to Sanemi and Sanemi have overprotective vibes coming off him" @aliorailrow

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You're not a Hashira. You're not even a demon slayer. You just someone who just happened to fall in love with one.

From the outside it might look like Genya is the "mean" one and you the shy one but actually its the opposite. Most people found that out the hard way.

Genya always spoke positively of his brother and when you met him it was not what you were expecting. He would also compare you to him.

"Sanemi, this is my s/o Y/n. Y/n this is my older brother and wind Hashira Sanemi." Genya introduced the both of you.

Sanemi was intimidating no doubt about it but so were.

It was awkward to say the least. the both of you were just standing there staring at each other not saying anything.

"How old are you" he asked finally breaking the silence.

"16"

"Are you a demon slayer"

"No"

"why"

"Because I don't want to be one."

Sanemi looked you up and down

"mmm... I like them, good job Gen" He said before walking off.

.

.

.

"What the hell just happened." You asked.

"I don't know but it seemed well." Genya beamed. You smiled back.

if he was happy you were too.

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The man wonders if anyone knows about the existence of a private property law..

Omg sorry I’d i already requested this I forgot but if I didn’t then here it is

But male y/n has a pair of Japanese geta shoes (he’s tall lol) and they increase his height by 4 inches Can you do a scenario we’re shinobu steals the shoes to be taller this isn’t really shinobu x reader more like a filler episode

Don't worry this is the first time I've seen this. Sorry it took so long.

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"Good morning Shinobu" You smile brightly as you greeted her.

"Good morning. It's a nice day, don't you think." she smiled and repeated the greeting looking up at you.

You were basically her second hand, not just at the estate but on missions too. Spending all that time with someone you can teel when something about them changes, weather its physical or emotion.

Shinobu definitely could tell something was different the moment she saw you.

Were you... Taller!

Around 4 inches to be exact

With shinobu being Shinobu she knew immediately it was because of your shoes.

She looked down to confirm her suspicions and she was right. A new pair of geta sandals.

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After a long day of medicines and dealing with patients you went to your room to retire for the night.

taking off your shoes and changing into your nightwear you lay down on your futon.

If you weren't such a deep sleeper you would have heard Shinobu sneak into your room and steal your shoes.

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When you woke up to the sun in your face you started the day.

Getting dressed.... until you noticed your shoes her missing.

You laughed to yourself, already knowing the culprit.

Putting on some other footwear you exit your room and greet Shinobu.

"Good morning Shinobu." You greeted her as usual.

"Good morning, did you sleep well?" She smiled up at you as usual. Though she was a bit closer to your height.

"Quite well, thank you for asking. But I was a bit surprised to see my shoes missing. I wonder why that is." You said, pretending like you were trying to figure out the "mystery".

"Ah well, standing her and doing nothing isn't going to help if I want my shoes back. I going to go look for them." You walked off looking at her feet before you went.

In the end you let her keep the shoes. It's funny to watch her.