Muzan Kitbutsuji x reader.
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── "I'm still putting up a fight, while your gone and your forgetting me."──
From a young age Y/N Tokoyami has always been the wall flower. Soft , kind, and compassionate ,but also...
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¸¸♩·¯·♬¸¸ Oh, beautiful poison tree, let your power find me. Turn me into a poison tree.¸¸♫·¯·♪¸¸♩·¯·♬¸¸
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*:☆ﾟ. ───
Fifteen years later.........
And you were cursing every man that stood before of you like a sailor in your head.
To many times before had you coerced yourself into it. To many times had you tolerated the lot of gloating fools.
As you met the son is each Lord you had your handmaiden make a list of the names, do that you would remember.
Some of the son's were blacksmiths. So their surnames were diabolically long and torturous to remember. But out of respect you would diligently go over them all.
The only problem was that you had a condition.
The future Lord's would have a week to win your favor. And at the end of the week who won your favor would marry you.
So you stood in your favorite pink kimono before the young lords with an excited smile.
There were six of them in total.
You had other competitions where the numbers were cut short.
From 100 to six.
You did a remarkable job.
Now before you stood: Katsuki Rengoku, a samurai.
Manjiro Saiki , another samurai.
Satoru Gojo,the son of a very respected clan, a sorcerer.
Eren Yeager, a very skilled Shinobi of Shinaginshina.
Sojiro Sakamaki , a famous artist, son of the famous samurai and scholar, Rijiro Sakamaki.
And last but definitely not least.
Muzan Kitbutsuji, the terminally ill son of Sion Kitbutsuji. A genius at heart and the least obvious option for marriage.
You rose from your cushion and bowed to the lads. "I'm so happy that you all mad it this far. I would like to commend you with a breakfast worthy of winners."
As you spoke maids filed into the room carrying trays of different meals and beverages.
You radiated gratitude as you smiled at your attendee's. "After your breakfast you will all have a day to come up with a reason why you would be the best suitable husband got me. Failure to do so will result in you having to look for a wife elsewhere."
The men bowed.
Katsuki Rengoku, the orange and red haired samurai addressed you with his baritone voice.
