**No One's POV:**
In the quiet depths of the night, where the moon hung as a silent witness, Kyojuro Rengoku found himself treading the delicate line between tradition and love. Though his principles had once sharply defined boundaries regarding demons and their kin, his heart now propelled him towards a profound step – proposing to Y/n in the hallowed tradition that bridged their worlds.
The decision to contact Y/n's parents, including the formidable Muzan Kibutsuji and the enigmatic Upper Moons, had not come lightly. Kyojuro, fueled by an unwavering love for Y/n, sought to bring together two worlds that had always been in stark contrast. The proposal would be steeped in tradition, a ceremony uniting the families, exchanging symbolic gifts that carried profound wishes of prosperity and enduring love.
The venue, chosen with meticulous care, stood in the shadows of ancient trees, surrounded by a natural canopy that kept the proceedings secluded from the world. The night itself seemed to hold its breath, as if aware of the unprecedented union about to unfold.
**Kyojuro's POV:**
With a resolute heart and a box filled with traditional gifts, I stood at the threshold of a moment that transcended time. The air was heavy with anticipation as I prepared to meet Y/n's family, knowing well that their nature diverged significantly from the life I led as a Hashira. Yet, love had a unique power to bend boundaries, and tonight, I would weave the threads that bound our destinies.
Y/n, radiant in the moonlight, appeared like a vision. Her eyes held a gleam of happiness that outshone the stars above. A traditional kimono adorned her form, symbolizing the blending of her demon heritage with the age-old human customs. She was a beacon of unity, a living embodiment of the love we dared to nurture against all odds.
As we exchanged symbolic gifts, the night seemed to hold its breath, recognizing the gravity of the occasion. Dried seafood, fans, hemp rope, and the subtle rustle of exchanged money spoke volumes – a silent pact between families seeking prosperity and a shared journey towards the horizon of old age.
Y/n's family, cloaked in shadows, watched with a contemplative gaze. Muzan Kibutsuji, the ancient and powerful progenitor of their lineage, observed the proceedings with a stoic expression. The Upper Moons, shrouded in mystery, added an air of enigma to the ritual.
Y/n, though traditionally born to demons, now stood at the crossroads of her dual heritage. The joy radiating from her betrayed the tears that once defined her struggles. The merging of worlds, human and demon, was tangible in the unity of our families during this sacred tradition.
**No One's POV:**
As the symbolic exchange reached its culmination, Y/n couldn't contain the welling emotions within her. Tears, not of sorrow but of overwhelming joy, streamed down her face. In the depths of this night, under the watchful gaze of both human and demon kin, Y/n felt a connection to a destiny forged in the fires of love and acceptance.
The venue, once silent, echoed with the profoundness of the moment. Each rustle of the hemp rope, each clink of exchanged money, and each beat of the hearts resonated as a testament to the harmonious convergence of two worlds.
The ceremony drew to a close with the timeless gesture – the exchange of vows. In that quiet, sacred space, promises were whispered into the night air, a binding pact that transcended the boundaries of their disparate origins. Y/n's family, though demons, embraced the essence of this union, acknowledging the strength of love that could defy even the constraints of eternity.
As the night waned, and the moon descended from its throne, Y/n and I stood hand in hand, surrounded by the echoes of a traditional proposal that defied the norm. Love, resilient and untamed, had manifested in the quietude of the night, creating a symphony of unity that echoed far beyond the veiled venue.
In that ephemeral space between two worlds, Y/n's tear-streaked smile spoke volumes – a proclamation that love, in all its forms, had triumphed against the odds.
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Dark secrets ~ Rengoku x reader
Hayran KurguY/n kibutsuji the daughter of the one and only muzan kibutsuji at a young age your mother had left she didn't even look back for you. As a child you grew up around the upper rank demons known as the 12 Kizuki they were like your family uncle Kokush...
