〔Distort〕Kimetsu no Yaiba femreader insert

I Found The Lore! Here! Here's The Lore!

Thanksgiving Special

Warnings: spoilers—vague and obvious—for the manga and nothing else...I swear

{Third}

  Sights of familiar silver light peeks its way past the thinned layer of shoji windows. Rays of the flashing moon—white and full—reached over the vacant interior to touch the one living thing that slept soundly in the quiet room. A single line of glowing ethereal light rested over the eyelids of a young girl, causing them to softly flutter in irritation.

  Completely forgotten the memory of that same evening where she triple checked that it was closed and locked. Per the incessant nagging of her living mates.

  The child just let out an unwanted groan—voice groggy with sleep—as she roused and shifted her position on the futon. Allowing the same ray of moon, that stubbornly stayed, to gently caress strands of her lavender hair, the light giving it a soft glow of blue to it.

  An ethereal sight to the one observing.

  Once settled, the 12 year old let out a relaxed sigh, giving permission to the abyss of sleep to take her into its arms again. And she begun to succumb to the silent bliss that was the land of dreams.

  Until a muffled noise reached her unblocked ears, forcing her to awaken full yet eyes still held close. It was the familiar sound of wood creaking—an inanimate groan of protest when unwanted weight is added. Intriguing, as she would only ever hear from the first floor engawa outside.

  What came next was the audible shuffling of zori* coming from the open window as a person entered her room.

  But she wasn't scared nor worried.

  Why would she ever need to feel such emotional terror when all she felt was pure joy? Why be afraid of the one she knew so well; that always visited her during nights when only the moon watches over them?

  A smile of amusement twitched up her face as she groggily turned her head, eyes half lidded with foggy fatigue. A yawn broke through silent giggles as she sat up, brushing the sleep from her silver-grey eyes.

  The one to visit couldn't help but soften their eyes as they laid upon the beautiful smile that was placed amongst babied features. Supposedly hidden giggles were heard by the person who never fails to see her every night—no matter where she went. Their small, young body relaxes at the loving sight of light purple hair; the color of wisteria.

  "Good evening... Muzan."

  The long raven haired male froze in his spot, shining plum red eyes widen but a fraction in surprise as he blinked back, meeting those ever glowing silver ones. Bright soft irises that remained him of his ever faithful companion that followed just from behind—the moon.

  Muzan—the originator—the king of demons. The immortal being that was par to none but the sun itself: who would not care of holding back his fiery temper to any that opposed him. A man devouring monster who was disgusted at the mere presence of humans; that Muzan who always showed little to no emotions unless angered...

  Was gently gazing at a human child with a ghost of a smile reaching his face. Even his usual bloodlust filled eyes softened, if only a small bit, as he stared at the human he grew fond of.

  Muzan sighed quietly as he sat seiza right beside her, his abysmal black kimono contrasting to the small clawed hand he stretched out to her. "A good evening to you as well, my little Tsutsuji. Though I have to ask; how did you know it was me?"

  The one called 'Tsutsuji' laughed softly to herself once more as Muzan gently patted the silky hair that messily rested atop her head—a clear sign of her habit of tossing and turning constantly while resting. She whispered back, "because of the power of your presence, silly!"