atrabilious [demon slayer various x reader]

«part one»

part one;
escaped into a cruel world

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Warning: -minor spoiler alert ♥
-swearing♥
-mild gore♥
-a shitty father♥

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"(Name) dear! Can you help me with the laundry?"

My mother yelled across the house, a big pile of clothes in her arms, the basket she usually carries them with nowhere to be found.
Her gregarious attitude always caught me off guard. From her seemingly never disappearing smile, to her shining hazel eyes, her whole soul and body screamed politeness and kindness.

I admired her.

She was our town's beauty, and I could not be even more proud to be someone's daughter, who is not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside too.

—I nodded, her smile being contagious, making my usual stoic expression turn into a calm smile.

As I neared her seemingly patient form, she suddenly dumped all of the laundries onto my awaiting arms and ran away giggling.

"Make sure to finish it before dinner~! I'm cooking your favorite, Tempura!"

Her sometimes childish behavior is refreshing, making everyone who's around her not annoyed, but amused and refreshed. Such a good example.

I just stood there, not understanding the situation at hand, before another smile made its way onto my face, rolling my eyes, and turning to the hangers.

The wind started getting stronger, which made me relax on this warm day. I felt my smooth yukata wanting to fly away with the wind, but the strength of my body held it back, making it only look at the flying pink cherry leaves with envy.

It was a nice day today.

The smell of fresh vegetables being cooked filled my nose, closing my eyes with pleasure and smiling fondly at the aroma. I felt relaxed, at ease. I knew nothing could hurt us right now. We were safe and happy. Just the two of us, alone.

That's why I was so scared and at unease when my mother stopped smiling when my father came home.

My father was a strong man, and a big one too. He could kill anyone he would want to, not even batting an eye if blood touched his oddly pale cheeks.
The town is afraid of him, and very much pities us for being tied to the ground with him.

Every time, he would be somehow, even more, angrier, like a storm, getting more and more darker until it explodes and covers everything with its wrath.

It was rare when we saw him. He is usually far away, hunting for demons as a sport, and comes home for only half a day, and takes off.
Some people wonder if he really is my father and my mother's husband. He is just such a bad person, no one could imagine him being blessed with a beautiful wife, and a just as pretty daughter.