Warnings
Arrange marriage
Cursing
Violence
Abuse
Controlling parents
Smut last part of the story
Everyone is 18+
You reread what your parents had sent you, and you were appalled, to say the least. You were a light Hashira, and you were liked by all the Hashira. You, however, were closest to Rengoku, Mitsuri, Tokito, Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro, as well as his sister Nezuko.
You were serious all the time, but you did have a fun side that barely anyone saw because you were focused on being the best. You had to be the best to make your parents stay away from you. You hated them, and out of spite, you became a demon slayer, but now they wanted you to marry a man who was almost fifty years old. You had several options to consider, but you were going to ask your closest friend something you never wanted to ask. He was a brother to you, and he knew you well. You never asked him for any favors in your entire life, so now you were going to ask him for one.
"Rengoku, do you have a moment?" You asked as he smiled at you.
"Of course I do," he said as you went into his room and closed the door.
You were barely able to save him from that powerful demon on that train. You made the demon think the sun was coming up faster than it was and scared it off before he could shove his hand into Rengokus's stomach. You also messed up that attack because it was the strongest attack you had and never attempted it before. It almost cost your life, but in the end, you both barely lived through that.
You sat in front of him and took a deep breath while he took a drink from his cup.
"Can you do me a favor?" You asked.
"Sure, anything," he smiled.
"Can you get me pregnant?" You asked as he nearly spat out his drink.
You never were good at asking for help with anything, and you had a roundabout way of asking for it. First was the question that would throw people off, and then they would ask why, and hopefully, he was going to understand what you were asking.
"No, first off, I see you as my sister. Second, I'm a lot older than you. Third, you are a food Hashira. Getting you pregnant would make you have no choice but to quit being a demon slayer. Why would you ask me to get you pregnant when there are other boys your age around?" He asked as you gave him the note your parents gave you.
After reading it, he put it down.
"How old is he?" He asked.
"Almost fifty," you answered.
"Why doesn't he have a wife right now?" He questioned.
"He did have seven, but they all committed suicide, ran away, or ended up dying due to diseases," you explained.
"Are you afraid of this man?" He asked.
"No, you know I can take care of myself," you said.
"You don't believe they died like that, do you?" He asked.
"I know him because he's from my village. He's wealthy and has anger issues. Why do you think I became a Hashira in the first place?" You asked as he read the paper again.
"So if you get beaten by one of us, you will have to marry," he said.
"Yes, that is the deal I made with my parents. I didn't think they would go this far," you said.
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Y/n one shots and explicit content
Fanfiction* Due to them deleting my first book due to violating company guidelines, even though my book has been on here for two years, they deleted it and all of the content I worked on. so 250k reads gone. It will be fun to see how fast this book will be ta...
