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Just random Oneshots, Drables, and Imagines of DemonSlayer characters <3
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Walking down the bustling, well lit roads of Tokyo, Douma has never expected to stay for long. His rainbow, glass stained eyes scanning the place for a quick meal. When his eyes landed on a certain person. As the person moved his eyes followed them. In his eyes they were the most beautiful being he's ever laid his eyes on, with expressive [e/c] eyes and beautiful [s/c] and dressed in a floral kimono that complimented their beautiful eyes perfectly. He was immediately entranced. Without thinking much he followed the woman. He eventually stopped in front of an estate that was quite sizable. 'She must be a noble lady then.' He smiled to himself, noble ladies were definitely his favorite they were pure, and most of the time quite sheltered, making them much easier to manipulate.
As he stared at the open window as he watched a old man approach you. Your eyes looking at the man, he assumed was your father, fearfully. His eyes widened when the man hit you and started to berate you. Even admitting himself that the man was too harsh. "You're so fucking stupid! How many times do I have to tell you to not leave the house? If I knew you were this much of an idiot I would've married your sister instead!" You sobbed harder. Scowling at the man he deduced was your husband and not your father, he knew. He had to save you.
Leaving his cult more often, he lurked around your village, finding out that your husband was a business man. Laughing to himself as he was able to even 'befriend' the man. Going out with him on business meetings where he was currently sat.
"Mitsuka-kun. I'm glad we were able to make this deal." He said as he watched you sat quietly beside your husband, eyes cast down on the table. "No! Thank you, Douma-san! You've made a big investment in my company." He said happy at the thought of making a lot of money. You looked up at him gasping and immediately looking back down when his stained glass eyes caught yours. Laughing he swirled the strong alcohol in his cup. "You're quite lucky, Mitsuka-san. Your mouse is quite the catch eyy?" Motioning to you, as he drank some of the alcohol. Your husband scoffed. "Not really, she's a dolt. Hasn't even bore me a son. Honestly quite useless and only good to look at." He said glaring at you as your expression saddened. His remark irking Douma. "Hmm. She is an exquisite young lady." He hummed to himself. 'That's why I'm taking her.'
Months turned in to 2 years as he continued to 'befriend' your husband, getting to know you aswell and gaining your trust. You yourself, falling for the handsome man. I mean how could you not? He was charming, charismatic, sweet and treated you like a princess. It made you feel guilty though, being married and falling for another man. It made you feel shameful but remembering your husband's treatment towards you the guilt waned.
As you sat in front of the mirror, brushing your damp hair as you got ready for bed. As you inspected your face, rubbing face cream all over it until you heard a shrill shriek that startled you. Getting up as you ran to the sound of the source you saw the mutilated body of one of your maids you screamed in horror tears welling in your eyes as you ran to go to another room. Sliding the doors open you saw your husband's head impaled on a thick metal rod stuck to the ground. Your eyes widened as you felt your heart stop. There was a murderer here. You ran down the halls as you sobbed turning to look behind you every once in a while. You suddenly ran into a person, falling down on your behind you looked up scared. "Please don't murder me! I'm so young I'll give you all jewels and all the money I have!" You cried, trying to crawl away from the person. You looked up to see a concerned looking Douma. "D-douma-kun? Wh- we have to leave!" You grabbed his hand as you hurriedly ran to the gates of the estate. "Y/N-chan can you please tell me what's happening? Why are you crying? Where are we going?" He asked feigning ignorance. "Th-theres a-" You gasped finding it harder to breathe as tears continued to stream down your face, the traumatic scene freshly seared onto your mind.
Douma held you in his arms, rubbing your back, trying his best to comfort you. "Y/N-chan, shall I call for the police?" He said actually worried because you were hyperventilating. With just a nod he went to call for people outside to call for the police. "Y/N. It's fine, I'm here you're safe, I'll protect you. just breathe. Inhale, exhale." looking in your eyes as you started to focus on him with ruckus happening from your neighbors scattering in the front of your gate, some coming to check up on you when they heard screaming, but no one entered the house. "Dear, You need to tell me what happened. Was it a burglar?" He said seriously as he held you in his arms tighter. "N-no, Mitsuka- He-he's dead. Somebody murdered him." Tears streaming down your face again as the police finally came to the scene.
After hours of interrogation from you, Douma and neighbors, they sadly didn't have a suspect, or even a lead. They left saying that you needed to rest and giving you their condolences. You were no longer able to stay in your house, because it was now a crime scene. Not that you didn't want to. You were just exhausted as you fell unconscious in Douma's arms. He supported your body saying to your neighbors that he would take you in and make sure you didn't have to grieve alone. Your neighbors have always though Douma was a good man, even telling the police that he couldn't have done it as they have met him and even knew him for generously donating to charities so they just let him take you. Even thinking he was a hero for that. The moment he was far from prying eyes, his happy façade dropping in anger and concern that you had exerted yourself so hard from crying that you passed out. Blaming himself for not thinking it through enough and scarring you mentally.
Arriving at the location of his cult, he told his followers to prepare food and a warm bath for when you woke up. Already prepared with a clean bedroom with fresh floral sheets, he placed you down, watching as you slept with tear stained cheeks. Caressing your face, he smiled
"My little lotus blossom, I'll make sure to be the one to protect and cherish you from now on." Smiling as he got rid of the gold band decoration your ring finger.
