(kny!var x gn!reader) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, l/n y/n is taken in by the stone hashira and trains to become someone like him - one of the best swordsman the corps has while trying to find out what they are missing, and having both men and women admire them from afar (and also very closely).

鬼滅の刃 | ( 𝐤𝐧𝐲 x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞! demon reader ) ━━━ ❝ Oh, but I don't want to let you go. ❞ Y/n was a samurai of the Heian Era, forged in the fires of countless battles and tempered by the weight of endless loss. Centuries have passed, yet he still wanders the lands of Japan, an eternal seeker, searching for the flower that could shield him as the sun glares at his soul. ━━━ [ 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ] demon slayer characters belong to the author, koyoharu gotouge cover art: @uminonew on twitter 030723

⁽ʸᴬᴺᴰᴱᴿᴱ! ᴾᴸᴬᵀᴼᴺᴵᶜ!ᴰᴱᴹᴼᴺ ˢᴸᴬʸᴱᴿ ˣ ᶜᴴᴵᴸᴰ ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴱᴿ⁾ ↳˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 [𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄], 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐄𝐙𝐔𝐊𝐎 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐅 𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄. ˊˎ˗ ↴ _________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ╰┈➤ ❝ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a newly transformed demon is saved by a stranger in hanafuda earrings, meeting new friends along the way and having to deal with the hardships of being turned into a demon at a very young age. ❞

𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ! in another universe, the misfortunes of the shabana siblings turn into blessings. ❝ whoever deny my children deny me. ❞ male!oc, fluff, angst, inconsistent updates. kimetsu no yaiba fanfiction. ©𝐘𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐗𝐆𝐔

Y/n L/n was your everyday boy; helping out his family, caring for his younger brother, cooking with mother, and collecting wood with father. He was happy with this, although he never shows it, but it's not like he can. Y/n never cried, nor has he ever smiled. It's not like he doesn't want to, he just can't. That was until one day a demon entered the family. One that Y/n thought was a human. Oh, how wrong he was. How wrong the L/n family was. He cried for the first time that day. 「︎demon slayer x male reader」︎ 「︎OLD, VERY OLD」︎ 「︎completed ✔︎」︎

Sakiya Aikawa was a girl with tragedy flowing through her veins and fury muted beneath her skin. She was living proof that a shattered heart could still beat. She had spent her entire life chasing one purpose after another. She was not born strong, she was made strong. She was sculpted to be her own hero when the world let her down exposing her to its cruelties. Despite its continuous beatdowns she still picked herself back up in search for a meaning to her life existence after the only one she had known was ripped from her grasp at a young age. Only her search would come up empty in that life. She learned something the day she left the world she had known her entire life. Sometimes you have to die in order to be reborn and rise again stronger. Given the choice of resurrection with a goal to save those destined to die she takes it hoping it would give her life meaning. Something to take to her family that awaits her in the afterlife. Though fate is a cruel mistress one Sakiya is very familiar with. Now she must choose. Sacrificing herself for the sake of those she's tasked with saving and losing the only she had ever wanted in life or leaving those to die by the hands of demons. The only question is can she save others when she is in desperate need of saving herself? Will those she must try and save help her heal just as she will help them heal? Will fate strike again proving her to be weak? History has a vicious way of repeating itself even when you try to do things differently. Can Sakiya stop the endless cycle of death and violence while also releasing herself from the past she is still trapped in? Only in her pain did she find her will. Only in her own chaos did she learn to be still. Only in her fear did she find her might. And in her darkness was she able to finally see her light.

[INCOMPLETE] "Hey have you heard? Muzan Kibutsuji has a twin brother!" Pretty much, your Muzan's twin brother:) You are an antagonist but you don't act like one. - forever to be an incomplete story - broken grammar - incorrect canon stuff that I am too lazy to fix - absolute dukcing cringe

"Can you see me now?" "You wanted to die... I wanted to live."

❝ 𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙧. ❞ ❝ 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙮- ❞ In which a sickly boy was chosen by the gods to put an end to the reign of demons. It all seemed simple at first, but that was before everyone tried to claim him as theirs. (ɢɪꜰꜱ, ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏꜱ, ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ, ᴘɪᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴄ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ! ɪᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ!)

( L/n ) ( Y/n ), also known as the Winter Hashira, is the second strongest to the Stone Hashira. By his name, he uses ice-like breathing techniques that comes up to 8 forms. Just like the winter, he can be cold and harsh when the situation needed it. His words sting, his glares are dangerous, looking at his face alone could frightened so many even the other Hashiras themselves. And that's what ( Y/n ) wanted, for people to leave him alone, to not disrupt the peace around him, the quiet surrounding not mixed with their annoying voices. That's all he could ever wish for. This story is just about ( Y/n )'s daily life as a Hashira, nothing special. Love interest? No, he doesn't have one. Any particular hobby? Possibly drawing but then his answer would definitely be no. Favourite food? Could be sushi, though he'd think it's a stupid question. Best friend? Not sure, probably not. Favourite Hashira? No one. ( Y/n ) is a strange person, indeed. But I'm sure that throughout his battles and experiences in this story, you'll begin to know more about him and his reasons for being this cold hearted, toxic man. Story by: BeccaMia251