A family named the L/n, they lived for years and years, but before the demon even exist, Bandits and bad people kept trying to rob their village or kill others. One day, the father of the head family members die from an attack.
The mother of the future generation was divested by the news and needed to protect her kids and her village, she prayed the gods to help her, to let her become, 'The goddess of the Red Panda' The gods accepted her request on one condition, her children from her branch will have the same power. And will have to protect the world at their turns.
The mother turned into a big Red Panda, protected her village and children and soon, her child became like her, Red Pandas.
Soon, generation to generation, demons started to form, the demons and the demon king himself heard of the legendary Red Pandas and wanted one for himself, to become more powerful, but the Red Pandas were more powerful then he though, they rebelled and ran away, and now they hide to keep themselves away from the demon king or other demons.
Until the last Red Panda was shown and told about, in the Taisho Period.
Warnings :
Kny or Turning Red are not mine
Some Kny characters are OOC(A lot of them actually)
Bad words
Miss spelling(Not first languages)
Blood/Gore/Fight scenes
The draws or photos are not mine, not if i say so
The cover is not mine
Turning Red is a Disney Movie on Disney+
Kimetsu no Yaiba can be found on Netflix
There are Platonic relation ship, don't worry
This is a Yandere fanfic, you've been warned
Obsession, Stalkers, Lovesickness, Crazy though, There might be some smut(Kissing scenes' dirty jokes, not to much described dirty though...Yeah i'm not to at ease at writing some...)
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.