chained : yan ! bnha + kny x kny ! reader

forty-nine , starve

After a few hours of being in Dabi's home, Y/n left. He was getting tired, and Y/n had no desire to watch the man sleep. Instead, they decided to go on a walk.

They didn't want to go back to Aizawa- the man who ripped Kyojuro away from them. Y/n tried not to think about Aizawa and Kyojuro.

It was the middle of the night. The moon was out, and the sun had been long set. If Y/n was in their world, they'd be on guard for a demon.

But they weren't in their world.

If they were in their world, they'd be with Mitsuri and Obanai baking. They'd be listening to Tengen rant about the latest fashion trends. They'd be with Muichiro, looking up at the pretty night sky.

They'd be with Kyojuro. They'd be laughing and joking with their master.

Y/n's lip trembled. Kyojuro must have been so confused, he must have felt so alone in that jail cell. And Y/n was helpless to save him. Tears welled in the half demon's eyes, before spilling out. Y/n was so utterly helpless. They were too weak, too docile to save Kyojuro.

Y/n was useless.

They fell to their knees, sobbing. Y/n was lost. The world around them felt more unfamiliar than ever.

"Why are you crying?" Y/n froze. A shiver ran down their spine, "Who made you feel like this?" Y/n couldn't move. They felt the thing approach them, "Don't cry, I'm here, My Lotus.."

Y/n trembled. They were stuck. It was as if the monster before them left them paralyzed.

"I'll protect you, okay?" The man's hand traced up their spine. They could feel the cold emanating off of him through their clothing, "I'll kill whoever made you feel these disgusting emotions," As his finger trailed higher up, it got colder, until it reached their bare neck. Y/n audibly shivered, "I'd do anything for you, my precious White Lotus.."

He knelt down beside Y/n, a large smile plastered on his pale face. His eyes were colorful and bright, yet they held no light in them.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" He asked, "Say something to me, Lotus. I want to hear you speak."

Y/n hadn't seen Douma for weeks. For a moment, they forgot he was even there. But he was. Y/n was without their sword. They had no way of killing him.

"I missed you so much... I watched you today... You were so adorable fighting those humans.. Acting like you were anything like those disgusting, filthy, pests," He spat out.

"You're normally more talkative, Lotus, what's wrong.." His clawed finger rubbed Y/n's cheek, trying to get rid of the tears spilling down their face.

"Why do you look so scared? You know I'm not going to hurt you.." He told Y/n, "Unless you want me to.." Douma murmured, "Then I'd be happy to drink your blood and tear out your heart!"

Douma wouldn't hurt them? They sucked in a deep breath.

Douma wouldn't hurt them. He was a demon, but Y/n was too. Demons couldn't hurt or kill other demons.

Y/n looked at the monster in front of them, softly biting their lip, "Right.." They said gently, "I'm a demon, aren't I?"

"Right!" Douma's smile grew, "Being with those filthy creatures for so long must've made you forget, huh, Lotus?" He chuckled slightly, "They want to erase the demon in you, Y/n," He muttered softly, his hand reaching out to cup Y/n's cheek, "They don't love the full you... But I will! I adore your demon side! The way your eyes become slits, or how your veins become so present.. You're beautiful as a demon, Lotus.. The most beautiful demon in the world.."

Y/n clenched their fists against the pavement. Douma thought they were beautiful. Had anyone ever told them that before? Douma thought they were beautiful as a demon. Had anyone ever complimented their demonic side before?

No one had. Not even Kyojuro.

"...It's not beautiful," Y/n said, looking up from the floor and at the Kizuki. Their eyebrows furrowed, "It's a part of me, but it is the worst parts of me. I was selfish to want to become a demon, I shouldn't have done it."

Douma's smile faltered for a moment, almost falling as he removed his hand from Y/n's cheek, "Worst..Parts..? No! Lotus, that's not true.." He said, "You only think that because those humans told you so."

Y/n shook their head, "You told me once.. You hated how generous I was," They recalled, "You only adore the parts of me that can hurt others.. And I don't want to hurt people, Douma, I want to protect them."

"You will never be able to save humans," Douma's voice grew cold, though his expression didn't change, "You are a demon, Y/n. Demons kill. And that's okay. You are meant to destroy this world. To destroy those disgusting humans."

Y/n's eyes widened. They stood up quickly, barring their teeth, "No! I'm meant to protect and save them! That's what demon slayers do! Protect people from monsters like you!"

Douma hummed, getting on his feet and slowly walking over to Y/n, "Then it's a good thing you aren't a real demon slayer, right?"

"What..?" Y/n said softly, backing away from the demon. They had not chance against him. Even if they were armed, he'd still be far stronger.

"Did you really think a demon could ever be able to slay other demons?" He laughed, "Lately, you've been feeling different, right? Sleeping more.. craving flesh," Y/n was against the wall of a building, and Douma's hand pinned them down on it, "You want to eat, don't you? I can help you, my Lotus.. I can make everything go away.."

His teeth grazed their ear, "Those bad memories in your dreams will all go away when you eat.. You'll grow stronger.. Isn't that what you want, Lotus? To forget your past, to grow past it and become stronger.. I can save you."

Douma's could hand wrapped around Y/n's holding it tightly, "I can make all that pain and inadequacy you feel leave.. You just have to give into me, okay?"

The moonlight was harsh. It illuminated the left side of Douma's pale, lifeless face. His eyes looked at Y/n. They were filled with longing and desire. His smile strained against his lips, going as wide as it could.

Y/n hated themself. Y/n hated every regenerative inch of their body. They hated their sickly, colorless skin. They hated their slitted pupils and their large fangs. They despised their claws which scraped against the brick wall.

Douma loved those things about Y/n. He loved how, no matter how hard they tried to appear human, those features proved to him that they were different from those pests. Y/n was better.

Everything Y/n hated about themself, Douma loved.

Y/n hated the urges they had. They hated how badly they craved human blood. They starved themself, whenever they did eat human food, they almost always vomited it all out after.

Y/n hated every urge they had.

Y/n hated how they looked.

Y/n hated their own thoughts.

Y/n hated how much they hated themself.

Douma promised to get rid of those horrible feelings. He promised to make them feel better. All they needed to do was eat.

They needed to give into their vices.

That didn't seem so bad, right? They wanted to eat, anyways. They hungry. They were starving.

"Do you hear that, Lotus?" Douma asked, his grip on their hand loosening, "I hear a snack walking over here now..."

Food. Y/n's mouth watered. They were hungry.

"Pounce on it, rip off its flesh, eat it until you can no longer swallow," He told the half demon, "Feast, Y/n. Feast on those parasites." He let go of Y/n's hand.

Y/n turned the corner. They saw it. The human.

Y/n was starving.