(Yandere!Demon Slayer x F!Reader)
(Warning! Major Themes of Blood, Gore, and Suicide)
红颜薄命 : Beautiful women suffer unhappy fates.
Everybody wants to be beautiful. People who believe they aren't, try their best to achieve it. People who believe they...
!!!WARNING!!! This story contains heavy themes of blood, gore, suicide, s*xual-assault, self-harm, and yandere themes.
Story contains spoilers from the anime and manga.
Reader's Discretion is Advised
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Rebirth
Laying on soft sheets that were dark like the ash following a raging fire, a h/c woman lightly stirred. Red and e/c eyes slowly fluttered open. Throat burning and body aching, the woman sat up.
When Y/N came to, she felt... incomplete.
Where was she? Who was she? Thousands of questions flashed across her mind but only an empty feeling remained deep within her heart.
"You're awake."
In front of her was a man with bright red eyes. The woman was immediately on edge.
Upon seeing him, she felt two very conflicting emotions. On one hand she felt reverence, as if she was supposed to kneel before this man. On the other hand, she felt angry. Like she wanted to choke the man in front of her.
"... who are you?"
"I am Muzan Kibutsuji. Your king and your husband."
Husband? King? Her eyebrows furrowed.
"We're married?"
"Yes. Do you remember your name?"
Y/N.
A single name came to the front of her mind. Aside from that, there was nothing else. No memories nor any details of her past.
"I'm Y/N."
"Y/N..." the Demon King repeated, testing the name on his tongue. The h/c demon felt suspicious from his unfamiliarity.
"Y/N, you are a demon but you have just turned. You must be feeling hungry."
Now that the man had mentioned it, the h/c demon realized she felt a gnawing feeling within her stomach. Y/N slowly nodded. The feeling was suddenly amplified, the gnawing becoming painful.
She hunched over, grabbing her stomach. Muzan cooed, brushing the h/c strands away from her face.
"Do not fret, little bird. I will personally bring you the perfect feast. Just wait a bit, alright?"
