Yandere!Demon Slayer x Fem!Reader (Y/N) didn't ask for a second life; she asked for a refund and a better pilot. One minute, she was the only heiress of a multi million tech firm, lounging in the plush velvet seat of her family's private jet with a chilled matcha and a designer shopping bag. The next, a freak engine failure turned her luxury flight into a one-way ticket to heaven...or hell... or maybe the 1900s. Now, she's stuck in the mud-caked, charcoal-scented pits of the Taisho era-a world with zero Wi-Fi, "vintage" fashion that's just plain old, and monsters that clearly haven't heard of personal space. Most people would be terrified of the man-eating demons lurking in the woods, but (Y/N) is more offended by the "tragic" lack of high-end skincare. She's a pink-obsessed, pampered menace who's more likely to demand a manager than scream for mercy. But there's a reason (Y/N) hasn't been ripped to shreds yet. To a demon, she smells like the most intoxicating, sugar-spun nectar in existence-a scent so addictive it makes even the strongest Upper Moons lose their composure. The catch? Her blood is essentially a biological prank. It has the same properties as wisteria, meaning she is physically impossible to eat. One bite doesn't just taste bad-it kills them instantly. Since they can't consume her, they've decided to hoard her instead. To the Slayers, she's an infuriating "miracle" who needs to be locked in a golden cage for her own protection. To the demons, she's a holy relic to be worshipped, and kept as a living doll in a palace of shadows. Now who will be able to capture her is the real mystery.
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