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A child's woes

Tengen + wives x child reader

To be more specific your Suma's child but call them all your mom

not requested

After the demon siblings were dealt with and Tengen was still at the butterfly estate and his child and wife were worried about him.

So makio, suma, and hinatsuru grabbed y/n and went to the butterfly estate.

Apon getting there y/n wiggles their way out of Suma's arms and bolted to the room where their father was resting. Already knowing the way cause of previous visits.

Slamming open the door y/n was greeted by their father sitting up and eating. Running to up on the bed with tengen ignoring his questions of how they got there and where their mothers were and instead pressing head into his side while hugging him.

They were crying.

Tengen took his Index finger and thumb under y/n's chin raising their head to look at him.

"What's wrong." He said softly trying to wipe all your tears but they were coming to quickly.

"You *hic* and mamas were hurt. You and the boy looked dead." Y/n wailed gripping his hand as he tried to shush them.

"Do I'd look dead? No demon could defeat me so easily. You have nothing to fear and those boys are strong they won't let a demon get the best of them either." He boasted pushing y/n into his side as they let out their tears.

Soon after the three wives get there seeing y/n now sleeping laying their head on their fathers lap and his meal now on the nightstand next to him.

He looks over at them with a genuine smile.

Morning routine of local TV star

Tighnari x reader

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An: I thought if this and didn't want to forget and now here I am.

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Tighnari was patching you up after you came back from a withering zone. Minor cuts and bruises but Tighnari wouldn't let it slide.

After he was done he kissed you.

"You know what this means. I don't have to say it right." He said walking to his medicine cabinet to put stuff back in place.

"What if I want you to say it." You blushed, looking at him.

He sighs. "I love you Y/n."

You looked at him shocked.

"That's not what I Thought you were going to say." You blushed harder as he quickly turned to look. It looked like he gave himself whiplash.

"What." He said. I was his turn to blush.

"I wanted you to ask me to be your s/o." You chuckled.

"I thought we already established that."

"That's why I wanted you to say it."

"It has to be said verbally"

"YES"

...

"Well I love you, Y/n and I want to be with you." He said as he kissed you again. You kissed back.

"Okay I get it, you can stop now." You laughed through the kisses.

"No, now you have to say it back." He stopped to look at you.

Your foreheads touched.

"I love you Tighnari."

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Tengen x teen reader

I didn't really like the last one

You had a habit of following your father and for the most part he found it cute until it became a problem and you kept following him to the hashira meetings.

And guess where you followed him today.

A hashira meeting.

More specifically when a demon slayer was caught protecting his demon sister.

You hid behind the side of the building out of site but you could hear most of everything.

You heard so commotion and peaked around the corner to see giyuu standing a few feet away from you and the slayer on the ground with sanemi in front of him.

'Did he just hit sanemi' you were shocked. In the time you had know Sanemi he beat you in every fight but this kid took him down with his hands behind his back.

"What are you doing here Y/n." You heard giyuu whisper next to you making you realize how you far you had hovered over to get a better look of what happened.

Making a strange noise you hid back behind the corner. "Promise not to tell dad, I followed him cause I heard what happened." You wisphered back grabbing the building.

"I think its to late for that."

Your heart dropped. You looked to the hashira immediately making eye contact with your father.

He held no emotion while looking at you.

Fight or flight

Definitely flight.

You knew he couldn't leave just yet so you had a head start. You ran all the way home when you were a

"Y/n why are you so out of breath?" Huffing you looked up at your mother, Makio. You tried getting around her but she stopped you.

'Dang it.' You thought knowing she was gonna scold you.

"Hope you weren't following your father again." You could only stare still trying to catch your breath. "I-"

You were cut off when a hand on your shoulder was placed on your shoulder.

"He did."

'Shit'

"Hi dad." You quickly turn around greeting him with a smile and a shakey wave.

A once mad face spread into a big slime. "You have followed be and I barely noticed. Your getting better my son, who know maybe you can accompany me on future missions." And laughed slapping your shoulder repeatedly.

"Oh great now we have to worry about him sneaking out." Makio signed resting a hand on her hip.

"Come now, he still need more training to completely elude me." He laughed.

Makio lead him inside, leaving you standing there in your thoughts.

'(Open for your input.)'

"Well don't just stand there Mr. Ninja. Dinners ready." Makio said peeking around the corner with hinasturu and Suma snickering at the new nickname.

'That went better than expected.'

Could you write something with Alastor and a newbie sinner that is somewhat like the song "Smile like you mean it" but the reader feels done about after the second line and is jzst actively trying to loose Alastor for the rest of the "performance"? And not being lucky with they join in to the "show" only to say "Nah... I'll pass, thanks." at the end.

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"- and that in the end of the tour. WELCOME TO THE HAZBIN HOTEL!" Charlie said enthuziastically as she pulled you into a hug.

"Charlie who are they and where did they come from?" Vaggie asked as she helped you out of charlie's grasp.

"They fell on me like 5 minutes ago. They're fresh in hell and what better of a welcome then this."

"Charlie I don't think you should just take random people just because they are new." Vaggie countered.

"Aw but Vaggie they looked so lost and they said they wanted to make it up to me because they fell on me, So I offered a tour of the hotel."

"Um sorry to interrupt but I think I'm gonna go, I just don't think this place is for me sooooo." You started to walk towards the door when your shoulder was grabbed.

"Don't be shy. Everyone is welcome here." A radio voice sounded in your ear.

He looked anything but friendly and welcoming but everyone else did.

"Relax no ones gonna hurt you hear, may be a song will help." He said before clearing his voice.

You groaned.

This way, good man, we've a deal to make!

He led you further into the hotel ignoring your sour expression

I assure this is a good thing for both our sakes-

You stopped him there, "excuse me but I have no idea what's v going on and you're just confusing me. I don't want to be apart of whatever this is. I want to be left alone. I died like an hour ago man." You explained as you walked out the door leaving everyone stunned.

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trio’s reaction to former upper moon!reader protecting them from another upper moon who suddenly appeared, while they’re all injured and exhausted?

part 1

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In the time that you've been gone you have risen to rank 4 right under Akaza, the reason why you're a demon in the first place. In your time as a demon, you set up a plan to get information to Ubuyashiki and the moons, which are ranked higher than you, weaknesses. You don't know how but Muzan either doesn't know or doesn't care. You try your best to stay away from him anyway. Now its time for the final battle

Uppermoon 1 was going to be the hardest to take down. In strength he was the closest to Muzan, you stood no chance.

Even if it takes your life you'll gladly do it for your found family.

"SHINOBU KOCHO IS DEAD" A crow that flew around squawked

"shit" You thought of your last conversation with her which wasn't much but a check-up. You never had much of a mother she was the closest thing to it, even if you were almost the same age she was way more mature.

Now was your time to betray Muzan.

You entered Kokushibo's domain

"What are you doing here Y/n?"

"looking for demon slayer. I see you're busy." You look around at Genya trying to regenerate, Tokito about to get stabbed and Sanemi running in.

In short, you came just in time.

"Y/n?!" Sanemi gasped in disbelief. You turned to him and smiled.

"I'm sorry but I can't explain right now, in short Master said its best if I only communicated to him. please don't be mad at me."

"Master, are you referring to the slayer crop." Kokushibo interjected while raising his sword.

You nodded raising yours as well.

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“your nose is running again.”

you shoot a glare at alhaitham’s reflection in your vanity, swiping at your nose and clearing your throat a few times before croaking, “it is not.”

“tch.” he has the audacity to look unimpressed with your lie, fiddling with the collar of the nice shirt you’d practically wrestled him into for tonight. “this happens every year, i don’t know why you keep trying to deny it.”

“there’s nothing to deny, because i’m a doctor and we don’t—” you pause, face scrunching when you feel a sneeze trying to fight its way out of your system. “— get sick.” 

so what if your throat was scratchy and your entire face felt hot with sinus pressure? one could claim it was allergies, not sickness. 

taking a seat to pull on his shoes, alhaitham only scoffs disbelievingly at you. he’s acting so smug, and maybe that’s because last week you’d ignored his warning about how cold nighttime in the desert got. or maybe because you refused to take the vitamin c tablets he put beside your coffee each morning because their texture was like that of chalk. 

before he can open his mouth and say these things, the sneeze you’d been fighting takes you by surprise. you immediately turn away and lift your elbow, sneezing into it not once, not twice, but five times in quick succession.

(okay, so maybe you were feeling a little under the weather.)

you turn away from the dresser with a sharp look in your eye, just daring him to let slip the i told you so that always seemed to be sitting on the tip of his tongue.

instead, you feel his fingers tugging at the laces of your dress and his lips pressing softly against your forehead. (too warm, you swear he murmurs.)

“we don’t have to go if you aren’t feeling well. nilou will understand. do you really want to be fighting a cold while you’re surrounded by a group of your friends—”

“our friends,” you correct with a sniffle.

he ignores you. “who are going to make you—”

“make us.” 

“—endure cake and small talk?”

you roll your eyes. for someone so fearsome, your husband really could be quite dramatic, brought to his knees by something as simple as cake and small talk. 

“we missed her performance last month because we were stuck with work, so we’re not missing her birthday.” you turn around to shove lightly at his shoulder. “and don’t think you can use my cold as an excuse to get out of this party.”

alhaitham pulls back to look down at you with an irritating combination of a scoff and a smirk on his lips. “ah, so you finally admit that you have a cold? maybe if you’d taken the vitamin c for your immunity like someone suggested...”

“those supplements taste like shit, haitham,” you cough, expression pinching as you recall the disgusting tablets that you’ve called ‘not as good as the real thing.’ “the only vitamin c i like is in those mondstadt imported sunsettias...”

“you’re like a child,” he scolds. “now get undressed and back in bed before—”

“undressed?” you question, swatting his hands away from your dress. “i’m going to the party.”

“no, you’re not.”

“what if i—”

“no.”

“but darling—”

“sorry, love, but you’re not going anywhere tonight,” he decides, ignoring your quiet grumbles of protest. “i know you don’t get sick often, but when you do it hits you pretty hard.”

he leaves the room briefly at that, returning with something sitting in his palm. 

you shake your head, holding your hands out to keep him back. “no. no! that stuff is worse than the vitamin c.”

“huh, if you’d taken that, then maybe you could have avoided this.” he hums, unscrewing the lid and letting that disgustingly sweet, syrupy scent flood the room. it was so potent that even you clogged sinuses could pick it up. “perhaps, doctor, one of these years you’ll learn to take your own advice. or perhaps listen to your husband’s…”

you lean backwards when he reaches for your chin. “haitham, if you make me drink that i will call the general mahamatra on you.”

“go ahead, he doesn’t scare me.”

he tries again, only for you to side-step his hand. “take your damn medicine!” 

“you’re not supposed to yell at a sick person!” 

“i’m not yelling. i’m simply insisting because you are being childish.”

maybe you were being childish, but that medicine was just so damn gross. “can i at least go down and say hi to everyone?” you try. “it’s been so long since i’ve seen them all.”

“fine, but only for ten minutes. and you have to take your medicine first.”

“but it always makes me sleepy,” you argue. “then you’ll be there enduring cake and small talk all by yourself.”

“it’s a birthday party, not a war. i think i’ll survive.”

you scowl at him, snatching the bottle and taking a gulp of the bitter liquid. “yeah, yeah. just wait until a drunk kaveh gets his hands on you and i’m not there to save you.”

the medicine starts taking effect almost instantly. you make it eleven minutes on your own feet before you’re clinging to alhaitham’s arm and leaning heavily into his side, nose still leaking and throat still tickling.

by then, all it takes is a single, ‘you don’t look too well’ from tighnari to convince alhaitham to drag you up into nilou’s spare room and into bed. 

too disoriented and drowsy to argue anymore, you thank him dazedly and reach out to pat his cheek before letting your eyes drift shut.

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you’re not too sure how long it’s been when you wakes, but when you pry your tired eyes open, there’s a tray of steaming food on your bedside table. the room is glowing and warm, the source being the flickering candle that alhaithm is reading his book under

he glances up when you shift in bed, closing his book. “feeling better?” 

“‘m not leaking anymore,” you shrugs, rubbing at the tip of your nose. “how long was i out for?”

“a little over two hours,” he answers, taking a seat at your bedside and pressing a hand to your forehead. “you’re not as warm as before. the medicine must be working.”

“yeah, well i still feel gross,” you mutter, not wanting to give that disgusting concoction too much credit.

“you look it, too.”

“the akademiya scribe,” you mutter, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed. “charming as ever.” 

he scoffs at that, scooping up the tray of food in one hand and offering you his other. “charming enough that the amurta darshan’s sage took my last name.”

“well, don’t let it get to your head,” you huff, taking his hand and letting him pull you to your feet. his thumb strokes your wedding band as he guides you to sit on a fur rug positioned in front of the fire. “pretty hard to say no to a guy that practically begs you to marry him.” 

“it was not begging—”

“haitham, dearest, that’s exactly what it was.”

you burst into a fit of giggles when he tells you to save it, his cheeks turning pink at the memory. your laughter quickly dissolves into a series of coughs, to which alhaitham pounds you on the back a little harder than necessary. 

“alright, you had your fun,” he murmurs, picking up a bowl of soup. “you need to eat something. i made your favourite,” he dips the spoon into the bowl. “i already picked out the cabbage,” he adds when you open your mouth to complain. 

unable to deny the slight rumble of your stomach, you reach for the spoon in his hand, pouting when he pulls it away. “i can feed myself,” you protest, voice hoarse from your coughing fit.

“the last time i let you feed yourself when you were sick, you sneezed and ended up throwing a spoonful of soup in my face,” he reminds you, the grim look on his face making it seem as if you’d stabbed him with the spoon instead. “open up.”

you narrow your eyes at the spoonful of soup. “it’s red,” you state. the original colour of recipe was a warm, almost translucent gold. 

“good to know your eyes are still working.”

“haitham,” you groan. “you know i don’t handle spice as well as you.”

“it’ll help clear up your sinuses,” he reasons, though there’s something teasing twitching at the corner of his lips. 

your body is wracked by another series of sneezes, each one stronger than the last, making him laugh.

“are you sure you’re done?” he teases, handing you a tissue.

“a good husband would just say, bless you,” you pout, blowing your nose and weakly tossing the soiled tissue at him. 

defeated by a clogged nose and a smug husband, you reluctantly open your mouth and let him spoon-feed you the eye-wateringly spicy soup. it slides down your throat like fire, and it…kind of does help with your sinuses and throat. 

you’d never admit that, though. it’s a new low you’ve discovered, a doctor taking medical advice from a semiotics major. 

the universe always finds ways to keep us humble.

when the bowl is half-empty and alhaitham is convinced you’ve eaten enough, he sets the bowl aside and wraps a blanket around your shoulders before he goes. your eyes are drooping again, the result of a warm blanket enveloping you and a satisfied stomach. 

he returns with a glass of water and a cool washcloth, gently pressing it to your forehead before situating himself behind you. “need anything else?”

letting yourself relax against his chest, you shake your head. his arms are warm around you, the steady sound of his heart and the soothing light of the candle slowly lulling you to sleep once more. 

“shouldn’t you get back to the party?” you murmur sleepily. but you’re already snuggling against him, hands curling greedily into the soft material of his shirt to keep him close.

“not particularly. i’ve already greeted nilou and done my share of…small talk,” he explains quietly. his small sigh is heavy, his posture deflating slightly. it wasn’t that he disliked your shared friends or their company, it was just that his social battery ran out faster than others, and without you there to keep him afloat? two hours was more than enough for him. 

“besides, i can’t exactly relax if i know that you’re up here positively suffering.” 

“you’re teasing me, but fine, i’ll let you stay.” 

no medicine or soup could do to you what a warm blanket and your annoying, teasing husband could for you, anyway.

Side Quest

itto x male child reader

reader is gorou's brother

Lady kokomi decided to give you a day off cause the week had been relatively calm and you took it without question.

So you went to see... ITTO!

You and Itto were in the forest looking for Onikabuto beetles when You got distracted.

You saw a fox run past you and you decided to follow it.

"Wait up Mr. Fox" You cried out to which the fox stopped for a second to look back at the boy then continued on his way.

It was almost as if the fox was leading him somewhere.

The boy ran until he was tired and when he stopped so did the fox.

When he caught he breathe was looked up to see the fox right in front of his face. He jumped back in surprise and so did the fox.

"Wait I didn't mean to scare you Mr. Fox." The fox turned away and started to run again but not before catching a glowing bug and eating it. The fox had markings the glowed after eating the bug.

It looked so pretty. The pretties fox you'd ever seen

You started to run again but was picked up by mystery hands.

"Why'd you run off lil bud."

It was itto.

"I was following a fox." You pointed in the direction you were about to go.

Itto looked all around in confusion before putting you on his shoulders.

"C'mon lil guard I still have to find an Onikabuto to beat yours." He boasted tilting his head back making you grab his horns so you wont fall.

"Really we've been at this all day and not once have you beat me. I'll remain undefeated 76 to 0." You shot back. As Itto walked to a different spot to find "better" beetles, you looked back to the fox sitting while still glowing.

"Heyyy don't under estimate me, I'll win just you wait." Itto whined, snapping you out of your graze. "whatever you say" You mumble out slowly moving your gaze from the fox to in front of you.

The day continued as Itto kept losing and the score was now 156 to 0. For like the fifth time Itto suggested going to find more beetles.

On you way to get more beetles (for Itto to lose with) You saw the glowing bug. Forgetting all about the beetles you went to get the bug and promptly ate it.

"Whatcha munchin' on bud." A voice said over your shoulder

"NotHIng." Your voice cracked as you jumped back in surprise. I up at Itto behind you, you see the sun starting to go down. Fearing a scolding from Gorou and Itto's prying nature you say "Ihavetoyousorry" and run off before itto could say anything else.

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Getting home and in bed was no problem, Not even with Gorou's protectiveness

Laying in bed you couldn't sleep. Not cause you weren't tired but because you weren't feeling well, but eventually you went to sleep after seeing a siloute of a fox turn into a woman.

When you woke up you were sick.

I like most of my writings to be intertwine (￣∇￣)

Hey! I love this series and I was wondering if I could get tagged when you post the next part? No rush but if you could then thank you! I’m going to go and read some of the other stuff you have now. Bye have a good day!

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ, thank you so much for reading. I glad you like it. I'll be sure to tag you. I hope you have a good day too❤