!Demon Slayer x Reader Oneshots!

/Cursed/Yoriichi x Hanahaki!Reader (𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥)

Genre: Angst

Ship: Yoriichi x Hanahaki disease Reader

Length: Medium-long (600-700 words)

Warnings: Blood, Hanahaki, some mature content

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As you thanked the merchant for the Taro Mochi you'd just purchased, he walked into view. His long, wavy reddish-black hair, tied up in a long ponytail, cut way through the crowd. Your heart went into hyperdrive just by seeing him. Everyone knew how devasted Yoriichi was after losing his brother, who was seemingly dead.

"Yoriichi-kun!" You called, waving a hand towards him. He stopped and turned towards you.

"Y/N-san..." He said, in his light, yet powerful voice. You smiled at him as you offered him a mochi.

"I thought maybe we could share some of my mochi" You held a couple of mochis in your outstreched hand. He looked at you, the ghost of a smile lingering on his face, as he accepted and took one of the mochis.

"...Thanks" He said after a moment. Suddenly, his head snapped up and he ran towards an alleyway. You followed him instantly. It was just past dusk, so the sun was down, but the sky was still light. A shriek came from the alleyway Yoriichi had gone into.

'Nonononononono' You thought, fearing the worst as you looked into the mouth of the alley.

"Yo-Yoriichi?" Was the only thingyou were able to say. He was on his knees, looking into his hous efrom the back, and streams of blood were coming from the open door. Yu quietly crept up behind him. A body lay submerged in it's own blood.

"Uta" He whispered, "Not you, Uta, not the baby..." He trailed off, oblivious of you in a frozen state behind him.

"Yoriichi?" You said. He looked up at you and stood up. His eyes were even more lifeless than before.

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but I must go" He said. He grabbed both your hands and squeezed them tight. Then... he left.

𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕡 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣..

He was back. Yoriichi Tsugikuni was back to his home town. But it was too late for some people. You watched out of you window as Yoriichi got welcomed back by the villagers. Yet he seemed to be midding something.

"Welcome back, Yoriichi" You whispered, just before you bent double, coughing out blood and purple-dyed-red wisteria petals. Your room was decorated with these grousome splatters of colour all around. You knew what it was, how to solve it, but it was impossible. He would never love you. You didn't mind.

"I think I'll go down to greet him" You mused out loud. You dressed quickly and headed downstairs. As you came out on the street, the people went silent.

"Yoriichi" You said, smiling. He turned and stared at you. He took a step towards you, and hesitated, as if expecting someone to stop him, but when no one did, he came toward you and grabbed your hands.

"Y/N" He said, his eyes hidden by his hair. You gave his hands a squeeze, then jerked your head towards your house.

"Come on. I think we need to catch up, Yoriichi"

"Yes"

You headed inside as whisperes continued. You locked the door of your room. No need for him to see the bloodstains. He sat on one of your puff chairs as you carried a tray of sweets.

"Y/N, I need to tell you something"

"Me too"

He took a deep breath,"Michikatsu isn't dead" You froze, hearing Yoriichi's brothers name.

"But... How? I thought he dissapeared!" You exclaimed, swallowing a cough. He nodded.

"He did. But he didn't die. He... he's a demon, Y/N" You heard the pain of his voice as he continued,"He's working with Muzan, and we fought, and now..." He broke off, looking at you. His face as as still as ever, but tears gleamed in his eyes. You stood aquardly and sat next to him, round his sholders with an arm. You breathed deeply, but when you exhaled, a petal fluttered from your lips. Yoriichi's eyes widened, staring at the reddened wisteria petal.

"Yoriichi, you know the Hanahaki disease?" He nodded slowly. Then, his head snapped to look you in the eyes.

"No..."

"Yes, Yoriichi. I'm sorry" His tears fell before yours.

"It was me, right?"

You hesitated, but suddenly, you felt blood swell up in your throat. Yoriichi gasped and held you as blood dripped from your lips.

"Y/N, I-I'm sorry" His face crumpled. You held it one last time as he leaned in. And your lips touched a moment before you last breath escaped you.