#akura ou/reader

[nonnieapple]

⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 5- Long Season Through☂️ ⛈

• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)   • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 1 5 2 3 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 21.01.2024    🌧  navigation 🍑 previous chapter 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. • c h a p t e r s u m m a r y: an opportunity presents itself in annoying hues. TW: fire mention, (a copious amount of) alcohol(ism) (being ingested). .

The sound of a shovel hurling through the air and hitting a mound of mud made the birds in a three-hundred and sixty-shaku radius take off flying in a petrified haze. 

  Your mood was a rotten peach decaying in the mud. The amount of negativity surrounding you could summon a miasma. 

  You sat on the grass, hanging your head low. Last week had been tough. You didn't feel the same after what happened in the town. He stopped it, but he was so close to not. If not for your tears, everyone would've... 

  You pressed your hands into your temples. You focused on your breathing. Even writing hadn't gone well today, your strokes were lax and the words wouldn't flow. Neither did cooking go well. You ended up eating a ridiculous amount of bread and pickled plums. 

  You wouldn't need to eat for another century. And when you tried reading, your eyes and mind wandered far from the page. 

  A shadow obscured the dim sun. 

  You looked up. 

  A bold red shadow against the blue sky stood above you. Great. The last person you wanted to see. 

  "What do you want, oni?" You asked with a small voice, cracking throughout. 

  "Come with me, crazy human." He reached out a claw to you. It was framed by black, chrome feathers.

  You took it, and he lifted you easily. A soft reminder of his power. His hand was hot. 

  "Cool." You stood, waiting patiently for him to do some magic. 

  He rose a brow.

  "You're not going to argue with me?" 

  You shook your head. 

  "Take me away from this wretched place. I'm done." 

  After a delay, he smirked, flashing his razor-sharp shark teeth. 

  Instead of fog, everything swirled with black wind, like a thick smog that prompted you to cough. 

  You stood in a worn down castle, once abandoned but now lived in again, taken by force, made evident by the damage and odd decor. It was incohesive, cobbled together, the most expensive treasures and baubles someone had stuffed in corners and stuck on walls. 

  Akura kept walking. You tapped your foot in place. 

  "Huh? Aren't you coming?" 

  "Nah. I've decided to stay and rot here 'til I die." You smiled. 

  "I decide who rots and when in this castle. Move," He ordered.

  You didn't budge as he softly pressed on your back. Your sandals shuffled. 

  "Tomoe has your dagger. He's here. You could, you know, get it back." His hair ghosted over your neck. 

  Your eyes lit up, and you felt determination coming back to you. 

  "Really?" You began walking, his hand still on your back. 

  "Really. But don't think it'll be easy." He laughed behind closed teeth. You felt a chill run up your spine as his claws brushed your skin. 

  The castle was far from empty. It was filled with servants and goons of Akura-ou. You assumed that's what they were. Or maybe they were Tomoe's? 

  Your destination had been a large room with a few floor-to-ceiling windows and various tables. At one with three chairs, in the middle chair, sat Tomoe. Portuguese chairs, carved intricately. Such luxury. 

  Next to him on the table were several flasks of sake, sake cups, brushes, and... ink... and paper. How peculiar. 

  A sparkle. Your dagger was lying in his lap. His tail swung quickly. 

  "You're back quick." 

  The door closed loudly. It shook the walls. The room smelled of incense- standing in the other corner of the room- and... alcohol. And pine, and a subtle cherry smell. So much was going on, and your brain had trouble processing it, including the unusual spirits on either side of you. 

  "I don't like dragging things out."

  You plopped down in one of the other chairs, Akura-ou in the one opposite of you. 

  You inspected the table, glancing up at Akura and Tomoe with owlish eyes. 

  "You get your dagger if you win," Akura said, nodding over to Tomoe. His ears perked up. 

  "You and Akura-ou will drink undiluted sake until you're as drunk as can be. Then, you both will attempt to write [the kanji for] "melancholy rose". The one who manages to do so- will keep the dagger," Explained Tomoe. 

  Your joy faded as quickly as it came. 

  "Drinking with a yokai?! That's damn impossible!" You tangled your hands in your hair. Tomoe smiled. 

  "We'll see." Tomoe glanced to Akura, and their eyes met, smiles matched in mischieviousness, one face demonic, and one ethereal. 

  You inhaled. 

  You smiled smugly. 

  "Fine. I take your deal." 

  The first drink was a puppy. 

  The tenth was a hellhound biting off your head. 

  Some time after that you had stopped counting. 

  You groaned, hot face held in your shaky hands. The alcohol burned in your stomach all the way back up your throat. Your mouth had started to numb. You could see well enough, but your body was loose, and each movement seemed so much more broad and intense. You laid your head on the table. You kept feeling the fabric of your clothing with your fingertips. 

  Akura had a lightly flushed face and kept needlessly fixing his hair. You had an... uncontrollable urge to go for a run. And to knit. You never knitted. Or went for runs. 

  "How drunk are you?" Asked Tomoe, watching you with disinterest. Akura-ou flipped his hair, and it hung from his horns. He attempted to fix it, only managing to tangle another piece of hair on his golden disc earrings. He growled. 

  You tried to lift yourself. Your body was heavy. You huffed, clinging to your chair. 

  You gasped. 

  "Drunk... enough..." You sighed, folding over. Your hair obscured your vision. Akura-ou's eyes were glassy and squinting at a corner in the room. 

  You stared at him through your hair. 

  "How are you drunk? When you drank at the festival... you downed what seemed like bottle after bottle with no issue-" You forced out between breaths and nonsensical hums. 

  "I drank only.... a glass.... or two. The rest was... juice." He tried to lean back, almost falling and catching himself by gripping the table. 

  A screen was placed between you two. His horns still peeked out from behind. 

  You were given a brush, ink, and a piece of paper. You inhaled, trying to focus and pull yourself together. You only made yourself dizzier. 

  The melancholy rose kanji... the shapes were vaguely in your mind. One was like a chicken coup with a skewer on top. The other was like a wise old man squinting... or something like that. 

  You were thankful you had eaten a lot that day, as it seemed you were faster to sober up. Akura... by his shadow, it seemed like he wasn't writing at all, only swaying back and forth like a maple sapling in the wind. 

  You made your best guess with the parts of the kanji you remembered. You cringed. And empty page- a writer's worst nightmare. Shapes swirled before you and your world spun as you felt nausea rise in your throat. Your body felt weightless and you felt yourself floating away into a reverie. 

  You closed your eyes. A while ago you wrote something with those exact words. You audibly hummed as you thought and your face scrunched in frustration. You wished you could shove your hand into the deepest parts of your brain and retrieve the memory and slap it on the page. You bit your lip. 

  You opened your eyes. The page stared back expectantly. 

  "Don't look at me like that." 

  It didn't reply. You huffed, tapping your brush. 

  Your hand trembled as you dipped the brush into the ink, and set it down on the paper. If you never tried, you'd never win. And you couldn't miss the opportunity. So you steeled your nerves and wrote like you weren't drunk and being scrutinized by sly purple eyes. 

  You placed the final stroke, checking the writing. It was as close as you were going to get. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as sobriety came creeping up to you. 

  The screen was removed. 

  Akura was in the middle of falling asleep over what was... well, it could've been an abstract painting, it could've been an ink spill, it could've been a hallucination; it was many things- but it wasn't "melancholy rose". 

  You looked down at your paper. You hadn't fared too badly. 

  Tomoe's eyes widened. He banged on the table. 

  "Akura! That's abhorrent!" He pointed a grey claw at the paper. Akura ou hummed incomprehensibly in response. Tomoe stared at him with disappointment. They switched places. Akura was shoved out of his chair and into Tomoe's. He didn't seem to mind. He was in a place far away now. Rest in piss. 

  Tomoe sat down. He placed the dagger on the table. Your hand reached towards it. He spawned fire in his hand. You slapped it away. The fire faded. Tomoe looked surprised. 

  "I... HATE... fire," You mumbled angrily. You glared at him. 

  He tapped the table. 

  "I request a rematch, with me." 

  Tomoe poured another cup of sake. 

  Things were never as simple as you wanted them to be, huh? 

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#— ꒰🌺꒱ 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 ៸៸ kamisama kiss ❜‧₊ #akura ou #kamisama kiss #kamisama hajimemashita #akura ou x reader #akura ou reader insert #writing #masterlist

[intoevernightfanfic]

Ask Akura is now live on AO3!

Rating: MA (don’t read if you’re not eighteen or older)

Characters: Akura-Ou, Tomoe, Mikage

Pairing: Tomoe/Akura-Ou

Tags: AU, Office, Workplace Relationship, Crack Treated Seriously, Humor

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of workplace h*rassment, mentions of dr*g use, mentions of being dr*gged

Summary: Akura-Ou is the advice columnist at an independent newspaper in the spirit world. He spends his days being a menace, annoying his colleagues with the help of a fox named Tomoe, and giving the world’s worst advice. That is, until he receives an influx of flirtatious letters from a mysterious, eager reader about falling for a coworker and becomes a little too invested. [KamiHaji Week 2023 - Akura-Ou Day]

(Again, I am so sorry for censoring, but Tumblr will not show this post in the tags if I don’t.)

@kamihaji-week

#kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss #khw2023 #kamisama kiss fanfic #kh ask akura #prompt: akura ou day

[ayoharuko]

HI! Can you do a akura-ou x reader x tomoe like when nanamj went to the past and they fight over reader to see who gets her but its a tie. Sorry if it dosent make sense!!!

Ah! I have to apologize a lot!

I have watched Kamisama Kiss but that was years ago and I'm still rewatching the show.

So for now I'm not accepting any Kamisama Kiss requests :(

I'm really sorry! If you know any fandom that I write for I'm open for anytime :)

#I'm sorry #post by: ayoharuko/emiko #I'm really sorry T-T

[4izawas]

you know, akura-ou would definitely have a mommy kink and want to call you it and no i won’t be swayed on that.

#akura-ou #kamisama kiss #kamisama hajimemashita #akura-ou x reader #tw mommy kink

[mosslikeadaflower]

Akura ou x reader from Kamisama kiss?

Like he starts to like the librarian at this bookstore? I never see anyone make so much of him and I love him dearly :)

Heyo sorry to tell you this but I don't write for him

But if there's any other characters from any other shows you wanna request for you can check out what shows, books, or movies and the characters from those that I write for on my masterlist (it's my pinned post)

#kamisama kiss #kamisama kiss x reader #akura ou kamisama kiss #akura ou kamisama kiss x reader

[lovestruckimagines]

Can I request Idia Shroud with an s/o who sings a lot, just all the time, and one day he hears a song he doesn't know and it turns out they wrote a song about him? Please🌻

a/n; u didnt specify so ill just do some headcanonz! hope u like ‘em! :>

— lovely melodies

idia was very flustered when he first heard your voice.. it’s so lovely, he couldn’t help it as his hair burst into a bright pink flame!

he wouldn’t stop you if you continued to sing, however. he’d be putty in your hands if you spontaneously began singing. hell, you sang so much, he basically knows every single song that you’ve ever sang.

which... leads to this situation, where you’re cleaning around the ramshackle dorm with him (how you got him out of his room, no one knows).

you begin humming a tune, swaying to the melody as you sweep the floor. he’s over there, dusting a book case as he listens to you. a smile quickly makes its’ way onto his face, and so does a blush.

he’s never heard this song before, what was this one called? he hears his name though as you belt out the lyrics, and he freezes.

he listens to the lyrics, and quickly realizes that this song is about him. he barely has time to react before his hair bursts into pink flames once more, making you stop everything and rush over to him.

he curls up on the floor, covering his face as you hold him. he mumbles something about how he loves you, and he buries his face into your chest as you lovingly laugh at him.

oh, what did he do to deserve someone like you?

#mailbox #requests #akura-ous-lady #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #.____. whtz the difference of sang vs sung.... help meeeee #ANYWAYS! IM BACK!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #im gonna try n get @ least 1 rq done each day... whoo

[ac3id]

pairings: shigaraki tomura x female reader

warnings: nsfw, dubcon, captivity, yandere shiggs, mention of death, shiggs is a meanie, dumbification if ya squit.

a/n: im so glad someone requested this!! i will litereally never shut up about man also!! shigaraki is beefed up in this cus that man finna get permanent residency in my head

word count. 1557

Imagine: Shigaraki taking the small, cute little pathetic nurse of the hospital he hijacked as his darling. 

It takes some time for him to find you tolerable. At first, he absolutely loathes you; you’re always crying over the littlest things, always painting him to be the bad guy and you even refuse to give treatment to his men. And honestly, that pisses him off the most. You’re completely brainwashed by society. What do you mean you won’t help men like ‘him’? Are you that superior? You get to decide what’s right and what’s wrong? Are his men not humans? He hates you. If it weren’t for the situation he had faced himself in, he would have decayed you in the blink of an eye. But now after a failed mission and a lot of casualties on his side, he needed your quirk.  

When he kidnaps you, finally, it’s not because he loves you and wants to take care of you. No. It’s because he wants to torture you- literally. He’s so sick of your hot-headedness, so sick of your ideals- how you still think heroes will come to save you from those nefarious villains. Shigaraki wants to break you, show you how pathetic you really are. And so he does. 

One day he just gets so tired of your antics, you’re ignoring him- something you find yourself doing very often these days. You isolate yourself from him and everyone. You run to a storage room and hide, your knees pressed to your chest and head held down. You sniffle into your knees, you never wanted this happen. What did I do to this deserve this? When would the heroes come? You chanted to yourself. Deep down, you knew Shigaraki was right but you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t want to believe that the world was so hollow and even if it was, you’d choose to ignore it. You’d live your life the way you want to and believe in that devil’s words. You’d- 

The door slams open, a big angry looking Shigaraki stands in the there, his eyes fuming with murderous intent. He rushes towards and wastes no time in clasping his big, sturdy hands around your petite neck and you pulling you up. He squeezes around it and choking noises fills the room, your hands automatically wrap around his trying to push him off but it’s all in vain. He’s too strong and you’re too dumb. You let out choked pleads, begging him to let you go and that you’ll help him. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you cause he needed you, you believed that he’d-

“If you’re thinking that I won’t kill you right this instant. You are wrong. I will take away your quirk for myself and leave you here to bite the dust. Don’t test me.”

He drops you to the floor, you rub your neck and try to collect yourself. He looks down at you, the way your tremble reminds him of a puppy who’s been kicked. He smiles to himself, he crouches down and grabs the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t like being mean to a pretty little thing like you,” he confesses and your eyebrows knit together. Why is he talking to you like this? 

“Use your dumb little head, okay? Listen to me.” His hold from your collar disappears and he stands back to his full height hovering over, you looked like an ant under and he looked like monster. You look up at him with tears pricking at the corners of your eyes- he’s the predator and you’re the prey. There’s no denying it. You were stupid for choosing not to submit to him before but now, you know he’s not the one to show mercy. He’s going to give you one chance you better not disappoint him. 

You started to obey him after he had threatened you, knowing full well he’d take your quirk and kill you the very next second. You did not want to challenge or anger him. It’s for my own survival, you tell yourself. You help his men, you sit, biting back your urge to hit Dabi as you tend to his wounds while he throws obscene remarks of what he’d do to a girl like you or how you have to stop your self from throwing up as you listen to Toga explain in detail about what she wants to this boy she’s crushing on. It’s hard work. Spinner and Mr. Compress were a little better but considering the fact that they come back to you after murdering innocents. It surely manages to you up at night.

It doesn’t take long for Shigaraki to develop a soft spot for you, he likes this new you. You are submissive, you listen to him. He finally managed to put you in your place. 

You did not think about those heroes anymore, did you? 

Ridiculously, he finds a friend in you, both of you start talking. You talk about your day with him he tells you about his, you drink together and as much as you shouldn’t; you find yourself enjoying your time with the league. 

You come to understand them and you forget that you’re being held, hostage. Call it Stockholm syndrome but you didn’t care. The newfound joy lasts but all things must end.

The calm before the storm: Shigaraki suddenly finds himself falling for you, your shy habits- how you’d twirl your hair when you got nervous or chewed on your lip while concentrating. How your cheeks stained pink in your intoxicated state. He noticed everything, he didn’t want to believe he was falling for but the way butterflies that danced around in his stomach when your finger grazed over his, how his mood turned better when you entered the room. The signs were obvious. He was in love 

He thought he’d tell you about his feelings for you before they left the hospital, all his men had recovered wonderfully courtesy to you. You’d flee with him and the both of you would be happy together forever a perfect ending for a new beginning. He confesses his love to you two days before his departure, he tells you how he wants to spend his life with you, how he thinks you’re the one but to his dismay. You don’t feel the same.

It breaks his heart into pieces, he can’t believe what he just heard. You’re kidding, right? You love him the way he loves you. Right? 

No? No. 

He’s pissed. Needless to say, even though you rejected his proposal, he still takes you along. He locks you in one of the many rooms of the PLF mansion. The only person you can see is him, he spends hours trying to make you understand why you needed him but you don’t budge. It’s like starting all over again. He is kind at the beginning but as days go by and his frustrations increase he just ends up using you like his fuckhole, bending you over whenever he wants and fucking your brains out. Shoving his cock down your throat, leaving you a quivering mess.

If you refuse or hesitate, he’d threaten you. He’ll take away your quirk and chop your legs and arms clean and leave you to rot. He’s done it before (you recall the incident with Overhaul). It leaves you no choice but to listen to him.  He wins all the time.

“Faster,” Shigaraki grunts. He has your wrists tied behind your back, his fingers tugging on your nipples, hard grinning at how your face confronts in pain. “Come on, whore. I know you can do better than this” he says staring at how your tiny cunt takes his huge cock. He was mesmerized, the way your walls wrapped around his girth. It was obviously too much for you, you could barely keep. The way your tongue lolled out of your mouth and eyes crosses, it was given. 

Unable to form responses you only whined in protest, hoping Shigaraki would take it easy on you but he just laughed. “What are you saying, my dumb little baby?” he asked in a condescending voice. It made you feel pathetic, he treated you like a pet who couldn’t for look after herself. It drove you mad that you couldn’t do anything about it, his hand snakes around your neck holding it firmly you stop moving on his dick. Keeping it settled warmly in your hole he pulls you down, his lips level with your ear. “Do it properly, my love,” you cringe internally at the nickname- a second ago he was calling you a whore. “If you don’t, I’ll take quirk,” your face pales, you couldn’t lose your quirk. It was all you had. “Please...Don’t do that. It’s all I have.” your voice cracks and tears roll to your cheeks, “It’s okay, baby. Just do it again. Be better this time,” he coos his hand patting your back as he restrains himself from thrusting into you, he lets you go and you start rocking your hips again trying to satisfy him, he grips your waist tightly; it would leave marks later. 

Shigaraki stares at you sleeping next to him, after a tiring session you were finally getting well deserved rest. You had obeyed him beautifully today, he wondered how long would it take before you realized that; it wasn’t your quirk which was all you had left. It was him.  

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[lucisfavoritedemon]

So I had this idea to create my own Bingo card to get started with my Harry Potter Masterlist and hopefully get into the comfort of writing for different characters. You can request a fic based off of one of the squares. Once all the squares are filled I will create a new one with different tropes and scenarios. Feel free to request drabbles, one shots, imagines, and preferences. For one OR multiple characters. Harry Potter only though.

Harry Potter characters I will write for:

Sirius

Remus

James

Harry

Ron

Draco

Cedric

Newt

Theseus

Snape

Fred

George

Percy

Bill

Supernatural characters I write for:

Sam

Dean

Cas

Gabriel

Jack

Kamisama Kiss characters I write for:

Tomoe

Mizuki

Akura-ou

Kurama

(Possibly others)

Black Butler Characters I write for:

Sebastian

Grell

Will

Undertaker

Claude

Bard

Finny

Snow White with the Red Hair characters I write for:

Zen

Izana

Obi

Mitsihide

Star Wars characters I write for:

All of them pretty much.

Narnia characters I write for:

Peter

Edmund

Caspian

Avengers characters I write for:

Any of them. (Mainly write Steve and Bucky. Also write for the actors)

Here is the Bingo Card:

Date Night:

Interacting with Children:

How Sirius Would Interact with Children

Soulmate AU:

Cedric Diggory Soulmate AU

Wish I Was Heather pt 2

Reunited:

Tom Riddle x sister!reader (coming soon)

Age Gap:

Enemies to Lovers:

Enemies to Lovers with Remus 2 3

Enemies to Lovers with Percy

College AU:

Coworkers:

First Date:

Carving Initials in a Tree:

First Pet:

Cuddling:

Cuddling with Snape

Free Space:

Wish I Were Heather (Bill Weasley)

Wedding Night:

Your Wedding Night with Sirius

Pregnancy:

Single Parent AU:

Single Parent AU with Percy

Hurt/Comfort:

Time Travel:

Intimacy:

Intimacy with Bill

Sung to Sleep:

Singing James Potter to sleep

Slow Burn:

The Perfect Nickname:

Fake Dating:

Fake Dating Draco 2

Waking Up Married:

Waking Up Married to Draco

Bedtime Stories:

Telling Newt Scammander a Bed Time Story

Tagging some Harry Potter blogs I follow to maybe get the word out, and hopefully get me back to doing what I love.

@lupins-sweater @im-a-writer-right @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy @thebadgerclan

#story prompt #marvel #supernatural #harry potter #narnia #black butler #snow white with the red hair #kamisama kiss #star wars

[nonnieapple]

⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 4- An Apple Core's Cyanide Seed☂️ ⛈

• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)  • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 1 6 8 4 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 14.01.2024    🌧  navigation 🍑 previous chapter 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. • c h a p t e r s u m m a r y: where you go, akura-ou goes, and where he goes, trouble goes. TW: fires.

  The peaches were still aplenty. It was curious. It seemed that he took your words to heart, only taking a few a night. It was fascinating. He didn't seem like someone with much restraint. Did he... tolerate you? No, no, that was a preposterous thought. Probably just planning and plotting to kill you and desecrate your corpse. 

  Enough idiocy. Today you had decided to venture down to a festival in the second nearest town. 

  The journey there was annoying but wasn't the worst thing you've had to endure. 

  You dawned a white kosode, right side over left. From up in the hills the town seemed to be bustling, but now it was a ghost town, and you were the ghost, floating and floating all alone in foggy air. At this rate, you could've stayed in your house and gotten the same experience with fewer leg cramps. 

  A wind blew by. You tensed. Peaches. Iron. Petrichor. And a hint of charred wood. It reminded you of...

  "Humaaaan!" Long, toned arms were thrown around you roughly. You gasped, reaching up to stop him from choking you. He didn't. You frowned. What the hell was that? That was the scariest hug ever. Felt like a chokehold for a moment. Actually, several. 

  "What the hell are you doing here?!" You seethed as you pulled at his arms. 

  Akura-ou let go of you lazily. 

  "I'm here to see if there are any pretty girls in town," He said, placing his hands on his hips. You scowled. You liked him better from afar, like a fireplace. Nice to look at, painful to touch. Well, not that good to look at. It also hurt. He hurt all around, his garish nature blinding. 

  You heard shuffling throughout town as though it had suddenly woken up. Much like bugs under a rock. 

  You reached a hand behind him, snapping your fingers on the other hand which he gingerly followed with his eyes. You wished you had your dagger. 

  "Did you follow me?" You whispered as people gathered around you. 

  "Maybe you followed me, human." Akura smiled, looking at your displeased, sharp eyes. 

  You retracted your hand. 

  The villagers came up to you, old and young, the young anxiously jittery, the old bowing their tired backs. You gazed at them, unimpressed.

  "Thank you for banishing the oni, oh great priest," They said, bowing, none coming too close. They didn't register Akura-ou's presence. His face twisted in a mix of confusion and agitation. 

  "You're welcome. Now let me pass, you're hoggin' the air," You remarked, turning to them briefly as a lock of your updo fell over your eye. 

  They bowed, scattering towards their business, the small stalls filling up. The scent of food and incense filled the air. It was becoming louder, but it was still rather quiet. A festival, close to Obon. 

  "The first time the last of the priests comes here in ages," You heard briefly. Something about human gods and sorcerers, magic, exorcism. Boring. You hummed in displeasure. You strayed from the main path in town, choosing to wade through empty alleys. 

  "Eh? Why didn't they run off when they saw me?" Akura grumbled lowly. 

  "Because they didn't see you. I placed an ofuda on your back to make you invisible." You pointed to his back. He twisted around, reading the ofuda. It read "air". 

  "You are too flashy and inhuman to blend in. The girls will run when they see you." You ran your hand along the wooden houses. 

  "Run to me," He corrected smugly.

  "From you. You're plain awful. Any human would run if they were in their right mind." 

  "You didn't." He leaned down. 

  You laughed hollowly, eyes closing as you flashed your teeth. Your laugh came to a halt, voice low and with a tired rasp. 

  "I said if they were in their right mind."

  You side-eyed him. He didn't wear his coat this time. Only the mesh shirt you had stabbed through and a layer of shiny gold necklaces, and dangly earrings. They swung with each one of his broad steps. 

  You stopped at the corner, leaning on the house. You pointed to a girl with glossy hair and a face like a doll. She was well dressed in a kosode with a chrysanthemum print. 

  "She's pretty. Maybe you should unlatch yourself from me and follow her around," You suggested. 

  Akura shrugged, flicking his hair and tilting his head to the side.

  "No, not my type." His ears lowered. 

  You hummed in deep, deep disappointment. You clicked your tongue.

  "What a pity." 

  You bought food from a stall, giving more coins than needed, and packing the food. 

  "Are you going to eat that?" Akura-ou nagged. 

  "I don't like eating in public." You averted your eyes. 

  "Just turn yourself invisible too. Big deal." He waved a hand. You raised a brow. The smell of the food was savory and tempting. 

  "I doubt I can hide myself from you." 

  "Why hide from me? I'm great!" He tugged on your shoulder. Thankfully if he touched you, no one saw you, so you didn't look like you were pulled by an unseen force. 

  "Where are you- dragging me! You fiend!" You spat, slapping away his claw. He stared straight ahead. You followed his line of sight. A stall full of alcohol. Something dark twisted at your stomach. Not hunger, not fear. Dread and craving were more of a fit.

  "I'm not drinking with a weird guy in a mesh shirt. A weird yokai in a mesh shirt? That idea's dead in the water." You hugged your waist, your shoulders raised tensely. He smiled unnaturally. 

   "Your loss." 

  You had never seen someone drink so quickly. It was like there was no bottom to his stomach. Because there wasn't. It was a void, a vacuum of alcohol. You blanched at the sight. You silently crept away, coming up to a stall with jewelry. They had a multitude of necklaces, earrings, and bracelets. You eyed the necklaces. One was of a knife much like your dagger. Maybe you'd commission a necklace with a mini replica of your dagger. So even if an insufferable jerk stole the real thing, you'd have something to remember it by besides your unreliable memories. 

  You picked out a rather pretty set with flowers. Sakura. It was criminally underpriced and you had to reverse haggle with the seller, a nice old woman with brown hair and eyes.

  You left, creeping away.

  "Trying to ditch me?" 

  You jumped, covering your mouth. 

  Akura-ou again. 

  "You must have something better to do." You avoided looking at him. 

  "How 'bout checking in on your kitsune friend for a change?" 

  The wind blew by. It was surprisingly cold, raising goosebumps on your skin. Akura looked fine. Even after so much alcohol, he was fine. 

  "You know Tomoe?" 

  Tomoe? That was his name? 

  Curious. The surprise was evident on your face as you slowed your steps. 

  "I saw him a few times." Correction- you saw him each morning, yet you felt like if you told Akura, he would freak out. You'd freak out. You were freaking out. Always. 

  "A few times?! He can never mind his business!" Akura barked, rolling his golden eyes. 

  "Neither can you," You muttered.

  "There's a brothel over there. Go there, maybe it'll help you... to leave me alone..." You whispered the last part as quietly as you could. 

  Akura looked to the brothel. His black lips were downturned. 

  "I'm bored here." He sounded like a bratty child. You blinked. Why were you even entertaining him? Sure he could kill you any second, but you might as well ignore him until he tries to. 

  You turned away and kept walking. You would be heading home after a few more stops. The reverence the villagers held for you sickened you and brought back unpleasant memories. 

  "Oi! Human! You hear me?" He rushed after you. 

  You kept walking, breathing in the fresh air yet untainted by his dark energy. 

  "This isn't funny." 

  You studied the architecture silently. 

  "What if I set something on fire?" 

  You shooed a butterfly away from your kosode. 

  "I'm going to kill someone. Who should it be? That old man? Or the little girl?" He said, forcing a villainous tone. 

  You stepped over a pebble.

  He huffed loudly. 

  You wondered if Maeda still sold baskets. His house was nearby. You could get some, splurge a little. Which was a depressing thought. A pitiful sign that you were getting old. 

  A glint caught your eye. A bright red one. 

  A fire broke out in a few stalls around you, the flames growing and flickering like blossoms in the wind. Your eyes widened. 

  You grabbed his wrist. He avoided your gaze now.

  "Stop this buffoonery! You're going to get someone killed-" Your heart thumped, fear setting in deep within you, an all too familiar fear of watching everything burn down to the ground. 

  You hadn't realized it until the first tear dropped. You were crying. Akura ou's expression betrayed his surprise. More powerful than any magic were human, stupid human emotions. 

  The fire faded. 

  You wiped your tears. They felt like blood on your hands as you stared into nowhere with static in your head. 

  "Human?" His voice rumbled from behind red locks. 

  You blinked away tears, searching for his eyes. Your vision was blurry.

  "What's your name?" He whispered.

  You said your name as quietly as you could. The wind blew, and it was surely whisked away. 

  You blinked away the last of your tears, shaking your head. 

  In front of you stood nothing but empty space, and your "air" ofuda was attached to your chest. 

  You didn't look at the charred stalls. You marched straight home, invisible and absent, your mind in the clouds and feelings in the doldrums. 

  That night no one showed. 

  You didn't know what to feel or think. 

  You cried in your sleep, and there was no one but your bed to wipe them away. 

  Little did you know, that there was someone who watched, all night, without touching a thing, besides a single peach. 

#akura-ou x reader #tomoe x reader #akura ou/reader #akura-ou x reader x tomoe #kamisama hajimemashita #w r i t i n g #☂️ #k a m i s a m a k i s s

[edensrose]

ahughaugh i just finished watching/ then reading kamisama kiss, so could i perhaps. ask for hcs for kirohito/Akura-Ou dealing with the fact that before human kirohito died, he had a gf, and she still very much likes Akura-Ou kirohito and now hes like "ah damn it what the fuck i like TWO HUMANS. THIS IS BULLSHIT" kamisama kiss me let romance Akura-Ou -points gun-

*raises hands* IT'S HERE IT'S HERE !

in all seriousness this was a blast to write, what an interesting concept anon! ✨✨

ৎ୭ — summary : akura-ou adapting to the concept of having a girlfriend and learning what love is

ৎ୭ — type : headcanon

ৎ୭ — genre : miscellaneous

ৎ୭ — warnings : none

ৎ୭ — word count : 608

ৎ୭ — taglist : @a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes @rurifangirl

•It was already enough for Akura-Ou that he had to now adapt from being a literal demon king to nothing but a lowly human. With the newfound family that he had to learn how to deal with, to his new mortal life. However, what really put the cherry on the cake was when some woman popped up at his front door and started. . . kissing him!

•That woman? You.

•He soon learned that you were the lover of Kirihito, the boy’s body who he now possessed. This meant he had to play everything off - great, something else to make his life harder.

•It didn’t help that you would bring up a memory or something that your boyfriend *should* know, which left him at a loss for words and inwardly panicking on what to say and what not to say. *He couldn’t blow his cover.* He let himself slip once or twice but eventually, he manages to dodge such instances - or finesse it in a plausible way

•The constant affection you gave him is what reaalllyyy took some getting used to. As we all know Akura-Ou was a cold-hearted, mass-murderer who ruled over the world over yonder with an iron fist. He showed no mercy, no humanity, hell - Lord Ookuninushi shed tears of the birth of said creature. So one can only imagine how incredibly difficult it was for Akura-Ou to accept such love and adoration

•At first it made him sick to his stomach, to the point where he would purposefully try to avoid you. Yet, he quickly learnt that there was no escaping your love and he was trapped in your comforting embrace whether he liked it or not

•Kisses were something he literally had to read up on so that he didn’t look like a fool as he did the first time you had kissed him. In fact, he had to do research on human romance as a whole - specifically human women and their take on love. It was a sight for sore eyes, the demon lord now reading romance novels because they were suggested to him

•It took a long time but eventually, he learnt how to deal with it. He learnt your likes, your dislikes, your routine. Every little thing about you and at first, he couldn’t give a damn. But as time went on you slowly but surely became a part of his everyday life

•Soon, you became his little getaway whenever he needed a break from his endless attempts of getting his old body back. He found himself genuinely wanting to spend time with you. He grew accustomed to the dates you would set up and accepted your affection effortlessly. Even going as far as dealing some of his own affection. It started with hand-holding, then hugging, and finally kisses.

•No no no no, was he falling in love? No! There was no way that some mere mortal was romancing him!

•But, you were. And with every passing day, he was falling deeper and deeper in love with you. He wanted you by his side, he wanted to protect you. So much so that he had even started being a tad bit possessive over you

•Akura-Ou debated on telling you the truth numerous times - but stopped himself. He thought that you’d take off screaming the second you found out what he really was. So, he’d keep this human mask with you for as long as he possibly can

•Maybe after he gets his body back. . . he’ll find it in himself to confront you. Maybe then you would find out that you managed to get a ruthless demon to fall in love with you

#kamisama kiss #kamisama hajimemashita #x reader #reader insert #akura-ou #kamisama kiss x reader #akura-ou x reader #writing #headcanons

[intoevernightfanfic]

Hello, all! I finally took a few days off from work and buckled down on KH week, so I'm going to announce the fics I'll be releasing! You can keep track of the release dates and times on my News page. Some dates are tentative, as my job is quite demanding at the moment, but I will do my best to stick with the schedule posted! The line-up and short summaries are under the cut.

Character Day - What Makes One Human (Rated G)

Five times that Tomoe experiences something new about humanity over the first several days following his transformation.

Genres: Canon / post-canon, fluff, character study, introspection, Nanami/Tomoe

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What if... - In the Closet (Rated MA)

Two friends who witness Tomoe and Kurama exiting a locked room together fantasize about what must've happened behind closed doors.

Genres: Canon-ish, PWP, frame story, Kurama/Tomoe

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Something Old, Something New - The Kamisama Kiss Cafe (Rated T)

[Based on a Secret Santa coffee shop AU I wrote 10 years ago for another fandom.] Nanami is the new boss at a local cafe where Tomoe works as a barista. The two of them bond day-to-day, and deal with hiring a new coworker (Mizuki) as well as wrangling the most annoying customer in the form of a tengu named Kurama. When Nanami develops a crush on one of the other men, Tomoe will have to determine how to handle it.

Genres: Fluff, AU, Coffee Shop, Slice of Life, Unrequited Love, multiple pairings, happy ending

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Fanfic Day - Mating Bonds (Rated MA)

Nanami's just your average 20-year-old student in her third year of college. Oh, except for the lab accident that turned her into a kitsune! After fleeing into the woods, she meets another fox who's drawn to her scent -- and he wants to take her as his mate! But when she decides to return to civilization, he decides to accompany her -- and he'll have to learn how to live as a city fox.

Genres: AU, College, Mating (no pregnancy), romance, humor, light angst, Nanami/Tomoe

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Akura-Ou Day - Ask Akura (Rated MA)

Akura-Ou is the advice columnist at an independent newspaper in the spirit world. He spends his days being a menace, annoying his colleagues with the help of a fox named Tomoe, and giving the world's worst advice. That is, until he receives an influx of flirtatious letters from an eager reader about falling for a coworker and becomes a little too invested.

Genres: AU, Humor, Crack Taken Seriously, Akura-Ou/Tomoe

#kamisama hajimemashita #kamisama kiss #kamisama kiss fanfic #kh news

[recentanimenews]

Kamisama Kiss Vol. 25 – limited edition

Kamisama Kiss Volume 25 Limited Edition by Julietta Suzuki

I had a good time getting caught up on this series in order to enjoy the special edition concluding volume. After having to deal with the grand conclusion of the saga concerning Tomoe and Akura-ou, including visiting the land of the dead, tracking down Akura-oh’s immortal body, and dealing with Nanami’s decline after having her life force taken from her, the final volume gives all the characters in Kamisama Kiss some much needed breathing room, as Nanami and Tomoe prepare to enter the world of human adulthood together. Along the way Nanami helps out the Kotaro and Himemiko one last time, and it is nice to have this circular moment of returning to some of Nanami’s first friends after she became attached to the Ayakashi world.

Nanami and Tomoe’s wedding is a little bittersweet, because when they both become human, they’ll become cut off from the world where all their friends live. This is especially hard on Mizuki, who is worried about being left alone. Nanami and Tomoe decide to marry on the last possible day before becoming human, so everyone can be invited to the wedding. I do enjoy final volumes that allow the reader to say goodbye to an extended cast of characters, and this volume pulls off the reunion and celebration in a lively fashion, with detailed wedding costumes and panels that pause to show all the wedding guests. Someone as capable and arrogant as Tomoe isn’t going to have too much difficulty fitting into the human world, and the final chapter shows just how capable the newly human couple is at adapting to their new life.

The limited edition featured a slim hardcover book with the first few pages devoted to small reproductions of the color pages in the manga volumes. This was done in a collage, year-book style layout which was nice, but it also made me really long for an oversized volume of Julietta Suzuki illustrations because some of the detail was lost. The bulk of the volume is an extra bonus story that shows more of Nanami and Tomoe’s life after becoming human, with bonus pencil sketches of the final chapter of the manga. It was nice to get a window into Suzuki’s artistic process, I only wish the special bonus book had been two times the size and twice as long, but I shouldn’t be greedy! Kamisama Kiss was such a special series, I’m glad the final volume got a little extra bonus for the long-time fans who have enjoyed the series for so long.

By: Anna N

#Anime #News #Manga Bookshelf

[nonnieapple]

⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 3- A Rocky Heart For Breakin' Teeth☂️ ⛈

• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)   • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 7 9 9 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 07.01.2024    🌧  navigation 🍑 previous chapter 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. • c h a p t e r s u m m a r y: tomoe taunts you and you debate your life decisions. TW: alco hol, mention of alcoho lism-like behavior, brief discussion of de ath. 

The morning sky was a marble of golds, pinks, and soft blues. 

  Before getting to work on your poem about sadness and roses, as one does, you went out for peaches. 

  You hesitated before you even left the door. Your hand tightened around your wrist. 

  You'd take the plums instead. 

  The fog was deeper that morning. The peaches were untouched. 

  Perhaps, you weren't so much mad at the act of the peaches being taken, but by the lack of consent. You had more peaches than you could eat. If he had asked from the start, there would be no issue, more so an issue solved. No rotting peaches would litter the ground unappealingly. Yokai were the worst of the worst, but if they didn't touch you, it'd be bearable. Would it? 

  You missed your dagger. When you checked your hip, your hand closed around empty space. It left you feeling empty inside too. 

  The dagger was undoubtedly a thing you didn't want anyone taking- even after your death. You wanted to be buried with it at the very least. You'd want to find it even in your next lives.

  You tucked a basket under your arm as you unlocked your door. 

  No tracks in the ground. 

  You ripped plums from the tree with minimum resistance, the plums squeaking against your skin and thumping against the basket. With your basket full enough you wandered along your territory. You stopped at the large sakura. More petals had fallen. Was it diseased? 

  You surveyed the branches. All seemed well until a pair of violet eyes met yours. You gripped your basket tighter. Yokai had a habit of stealing things from you. Especially now. 

  The kitsune sat on a sturdy branch, flicking his tail, ears perked up and hair blowing in the breeze ethereally. He seemed utterly immaterial, as thin like the fabric of his kosode, as light as the fan held in his hand, as mysterious as the look in his squinting eyes. 

  "Are you taunting me?" You called, your eyebrows lowering and stance defensive. 

  The light outlined his form softly. You were sure if you'd touch him, he'd disappear. 

  "Is it working?" He asked with amusement. A sinister smile reached his eyes, which some would call pretty. You'd call them trouble.

  "Quite." Your nails dug into your palm. Your feet were pressed so hard into the ground they could've grown roots. 

  As much as you knew ignoring him would've been better you couldn't win over your own stubbornness. 

  "Are you gonna keep that dagger?" 

  He fluttered his fan. 

  "Why do you ask? It's only some knife. You humans are materialistic." He hummed. He lowered his fan, flashing a smile. 

  "Get a new one." He leaned on his lithe hand. 

  Your lip twitched. 

  "I can't "get a new one"! That was important to me!" Your voice rose, anger burning inside your chest and up to your face.

  You took a pebble and threw it at his leg. It hit him, and he hissed, eyes wide with surprise. He didn't have time to get angry as you yelled once more.

  "You yokai are pathetic! You say we're materialistic?! Look at you in your pretty clothes! You look like a damn emperor!" You could feel your voice crack and your face heat up unbearably. 

  The kitsune clutched his leg silently. For a second, it seemed like he was sorry.

  His brows lowered. 

  "How rude," He grumbled. 

  Well, there went your spark of hope. You should expect less of spirits after all you've lived through, but you were stubborn through and through. And a tad stupid. Aren't we all? Ah, the plight of a human. 

  You put down the basket of plums. 

  You cracked open some plum wine from last year. You drank quickly. It was hailed as medicine, but you weren't drinking to heal. You were drinking to destroy. 

  It felt like stale water with how much you drank of it. You needed something stronger. 

  You stood in your kitchen as you cut up food for yourself patiently. The wine tingled at the back of your throat. 

  Night fell as did you into your bed. 

  You waited until you couldn't breathe to flip over. Life at the farm was truly thrilling. And your plants- how talkative. Life of the damn pity party. 

  You were delighted when you noticed the familiar shuffling outside. You hated to admit it, but it made you feel something other than the flat numbness that the farm evoked. It was an escape from pain to a placid buzz of mediocrity. You wondered if you could find something more exciting. 

  You heard steps. A flash of gold graced your window. Your agitation turned fear had turned into amusement with the creature. 

  You wondered how long he'd keep up with the visits. 

#akura-ou x reader #tomoe x reader #akura ou/reader #akura-ou x reader x tomoe #kamisama hajimemashita #w r i t i n g #☂️ #k a m i s a m a k i s s

[nonnieapple]

⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 2- Hidden Underneath☂️ ⛈

• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)  • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 7 0 4 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 31.12.2023     🌧  navigation 🍑 previous chapter 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. • c h a p t e r s u m m a r y: a new visitor appears in your garden. TW: Mentions of lurking/stalking/trespassing.

It had been a week since the incident. It felt like much more, somehow. Probably because he was there, each night, picking a peach or two, eyes and earrings shining golden, staring at you. You had begun having nightmares nightly, and it was hard to tend to your farm. Of course, you tried your hardest, shoving those fears down. One night the oni lurked too close to your door and you threw soybeans at him. If you get mean, you get the bean. 

  You were out at sunrise, the mist settling on various plants. The peach blossoms looked beautiful. None had been touched. 

  You sat under a large sakura as you polished your dagger. Such a peaceful moment. The early morning had always been soothing, unlike the harsh nightfall. 

  But without the bitter sunset, there would be no sweet sunrise; there was a price for all beautiful things. 

  A white shape sat at the edge of the forest. A ghost? Ah, no, a beautiful white fox. A rarity. 

  The dreaded. 

  The horrid. 

  The death sentence. 

  The night. 

  Woe is you. Good luck dealing with a lurker.

  The sun set and the moon rose, and you didn't dare to look outside. You checked your hip, and while the scars from claws were there, your dagger wasn't. Panic set in quickly and you turned over every object in your house. 

  Nothing. You screamed silently. 

  You must've left it outside. 

  You hung your head. If you were quick, maybe he wouldn't notice? You took the beans... just in case. 

  You quickly dashed to the sakura, relieved that no one was there. 

  And neither was your dagger. 

  You wanted to break the damn tree. You breathed in deeply and breathed out. 

  "Stay calm. It's fine. It's probably somewhere around here..." You pinched your nose bridge. 

  "Indeed it is." 

  You froze. It wasn't Akura ou's voice. It was a tad higher and calmer. Almost monotone. You weren't turning around, last time that didn't go well, and now you didn't have your dagger. You swore internally.

  The person behind you turned you around. Their touch was gentle and well-orchestrated.

  His hair reached his hips. It was a pristine white. Like snow. He wore a loose and long kosode with a chrysanthemum pattern. He held your dagger. 

  "Is this yours?" He turned the dagger over, purple eyes studying the sheath. He had a fox tail and fox ears. You frowned. You nodded. He held onto the dagger. He circled you. 

  "So you're the one Akura ou has been visiting..." He raised his head. He looked down at you. His tail twitched. 

  "He has been terrorizing my peach trees," You stated simply. 

 He stopped behind you. 

  "Are you going to kill me?"

  "No." He answered simply. "I'm not like him." 

  "I figured." You gave him a glance.

   He leaned down to you, tilting your head with his perfectly manicured hands. He rose a brow languidly. 

  "What does he see in you?" He mumbled. 

  "Nothing, he's here for the peaches, I tell you. Check the tree bark." 

  He retracted his hand, gazing over to the trees. His eyes studied the scars left by distinct claws in the bark. You didn't see a thing, but he did, perfectly. His eyes were set on you once more. 

  "Peaches? Really?" He asked flatly, ears lowering. 

  You crossed your arms. 

  "I ask myself the same," You whispered. "Can you ask him to leave?" You fidgeted with your sleeves. A true wildcard of a question, which after it left your lips, you regretted asking. The kitsune didn't react. He flicked his tail. 

  "I doubt that the likes of him will be swayed by my words." Petals of the sakura fell from the strong wind. "I'm not going to help you, human. I could care less if he tore you to shreds." He caught a petal and incinerated it with blue fire. You flinched. 

  At least you tried. 

  "Try not to anger him. I'll be watching you." 

  He disappeared. 

  You didn't get your dagger back. 

  You didn't get his name. 

  That night, Akura-ou didn't show, and even if you had slept better, a part of you, a horrid little sliver, wished he had been there to take a peach. 

#akura-ou x reader #tomoe x reader #akura ou/reader #akura-ou x reader x tomoe #kamisama hajimemashita #w r i t i n g #☂️ #k a m i s a m a k i s s

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⛈ ☂️ Peach Pit, 1- A Hanging Branch In A Garden's Home☂️ ⛈

• (Akura-ou x g/n reader x Tomoe)  • r a t i n g: m a t u r e • 2 0 1 0 w o r d s  •  p o s t e d 24.12.2023    🌧  navigation 🍑 next chapter • s u m m a r y: you're a peaceful farmer in the mountains during the sengoku period. someone starts stealing your peaches, and the thief turns out to be a chaotic oni, and the events that ensue flip your life upside down. TW: St abbing described vaguely, de ath.

 

You tapped your foot so hard your floor creaked. You dearly wished it would break so you'd have something to do as you waited by the window like a lonesome dog. 

  The sun lowered gently over mountains cascading with vivid greenery, no houses in sight, only your farm, your plum trees, sakura trees among other plants, and your peach trees. They were in bloom and many delicate pink flowers had already turned into peaches. 

  You stared at the empty spots where the peaches would've been and at your empty basket. Some peaches remained on the tree, plump and fresh. 

  You frowned. You hummed deeply. You heard a crack. You leaned down to the floorboards which had finally burst. You laughed lowly. 

  As twilight colored the sky with deep purple streaks, you patched up the floor. Your legs and ass numbed as you sat there, scrunched up. You scrutinized the floor. God awful. It would have to do. 

  You rushed to the window. 

  The moon rose, switching shifts with the red sun. You inhaled the stuffy air of your house, incense, and wood. You lit a lamp with a shaky hand. As much as you didn't want to light it, you wanted to see.

  Your eyes felt dry, and you slumped near the window. Maybe just a nap... 

  There was a little flash of light, flickering over your eye. You groaned. 

  "Five more minutes, Mom..." You rasped. Your eyes snapped open. Idiot, you lived alone in the woods! 

  You squinted through the twilight light- lack thereof, truly. Was that a hallucination? That wouldn't have been out of the ordinary. You glazed your eyes over your house. The floorboards were still a mess. Ink and paper were on your table. A half-eaten piece of bread. All was in order. The bell over your door was silent as a  grave. 

  You fixed your kosode, right side wrapped over left as always, the silky fabric like white moonlight. You checked your hip for your dagger. It was firmly planted there. 

  You exited your house. 

  The bell rang, and your various charms against evil and spirits rattled, hanging from almost every crevice of the exterior of your house. You closed the door. 

  Many of the peaches were missing. 

  It was like a fucked up version of fishing but on land. And what you found, you weren't going to eat. But you might have had to kill it. 

  You breathed in fresh air. 

  You stopped breathing suddenly. Unbridled fear spread through you like blood through snow. You whipped around. 

  You couldn't hear a thing over your heartbeat and ringing in your ears. You reached for your dagger. Your eyes widened. Warm air emanated from your right. 

  You spun around, striking the person. 

  Person wasn't the right word. Neither was striking. Though he was. 

  Before you stood someone inhumanly beautiful. His mischievous eyes, seemingly lined by charcoal, his black lips stretching over shark teeth, long pointed ears, and ivory horns jutting out from his crimson hair betrayed his spirit nature in no time. 

  Your mouth was slightly agape. 

  His arm, clad in a coat of feathers and leather far too pristine, stopped your dagger inches away from his chest. He needed to put in little effort to stop you, no matter how much you pushed. 

  He wore a mesh shirt. You could've made a joke about how he was a fish due to the net, yet you were too preoccupied with his boots. The only thing that was stained on him, stained with something dark. 

  He had no weapons. How odd. 

  Your eyes shot to his hand. He had black claws sharper than his razor teeth. That explained things. 

  You met his eyes. You squinted through the shadows. No need, for his eyes shone like fire. 

  "Peach thief!" You spat, stepping back and aiming the dagger at where his heart could've been. 

  He laughed deeply, inclining his head towards you. Sanguine strands spilled over his shoulders. His earrings sparkled. 

  "I didn't know a human lived here," He said, more so to himself. He leaned forward, chest pressed against the tip of the dagger. As a bead of blood fell, he smiled, staring at you. 

  "You must be some crazy hermit to live in the forest," His voice was smooth and sweet. 

    You frowned. 

    "Get off my property." You blinked at him. 

  The corners of his lips dipped. 

  "And never take my peaches again." You twisted the knife. It seemed to annoy him rather than hurt him. If he was so unbothered by pain, he must've been some sort of special yokai. As much as one part of you was curious, the other wanted to sleep... without a red-headed peach-snatcher in your yard. 

  "I can take whatever I want." He practically skewered himself on the knife as his face neared yours. 

  "Then take this-" 

  You thrust the dagger into his chest, twisting, and pulling it out. He stared at his chest in bewilderment. You watched as his skin healed over in seconds. Your arm trembled with fear. 

  He pulled at his mesh shirt. 

  "Human! You ruined my favorite shirt!" He barked. 

  You pointed to the trees with the bloody dagger. You now noticed the messy claw marks on the bark.

  "Oni, you ravaged my trees!" You barked back. 

  "Oni?! I'm the great Akura-ou!" He gloated, placing a hand on his chest. 

  It was now almost fully dark, and the scene must've been ridiculous. 

  "I could burn your farm to the ground, and you with it," He remarked flippantly. You hummed, gesturing to the area. 

  "And yet you didn't. All talk and no action. How pitiful." You sighed, getting bored. You'd heard that name once, didn't you? Hell knows, there were more yokai out there than stars in the sky. 

  "You're pitiful! In fact-" 

  You squealed as you were lifted, dropping your dagger as Akura-ou held you under your arms, holding you like a child. Your face burned as his nails dug into your sides. You gripped his forearms. 

  "Put me down!" You yelled, squirming. 

  "No! You're coming with me, crazy human," He snarled, tucking you under his arm. He picked up a peach and bit into it. You groaned, hanging your head. 

  "Put me down, you're hurting my ribs," You complained through grit teeth. 

  "Don't care." He bit into the peach. 

  "I'll bite you if you don't!"

  He chortled and you felt his voice resonate through you. 

  "Good luck chewing through the leather." 

  You chomped to no avail. You didn't give up, pushing into his ribs and thrashing around. He released an agitated "UGH" and hauled you up in front of him using one arm, positioned under your backside. Your heart fluttered. You looked down at him. He bit into the last piece of the peach, with the peach pit.

  "Break a tooth," You whispered with half-lidded eyes. 

  He crushed the peach pit and swallowed it. You stared at him, pulling his horn, at which he stuck out his tongue. 

  ...

  Truly, a monster. 

  Fog enclosed you. You shut your eyes. 

  When you opened them once more, you were met with a different world, a world that you guessed was... the other side. Your heart hastened, your limbs cold from shock as you looked around. 

  The air didn't move, there was no wind, no smells. The air was as dry as could be, and it stung your nose and eyes.

  "Scared?" He whispered into your ear. You shuddered. 

  "You wish." You whispered, pulling away. He dropped you harshly. You gasped as you barely caught yourself before you were about to eat shit. 

  Akura ou walked away with his long legs, forgetting about you. You ran after him. 

  "Thief! Why'd you bring me here?!" 

  He grabbed your wrist, pulling you along. His nails dug into your wrist like thorns, hand suspiciously soft. Around you scattered ugly spirits of every shape and size, one-eyed, gaunt, faces like abhorrent driftwood. 

  None looked at you, none dared, the few unable to control themself glaring only at your rude companion. 

  He stopped at a shabby stall with a yokai behind it. Akura ou leaned on the counter, the other yokai cowering.

  "Give me all you've got, or you're dead." He smiled, eyes dark and posture slack, grip on your wrist unwavering. You looked from him to the seller to the red and black sky. You had nowhere to run. The guy was your only definite way out. 

  You hoped the lamp you lit in your house wouldn't burn it down. That would be much dumber than a fabulous chicken burning it down after you insulted his peach-stealing practices. 

  The yokai stayed silent. Akura ou swiped his claws, and you heard a thump. 

  Your heart sunk. 

  Though he seemed happy. He pulled you away to an alleyway and ended up near a town square with a tower. 

  "See that?" He pointed to it, leaning down to you. He made a sweeping motion, and a whirlwind passed through the buildings, the tower collapsing. You stood motionless. 

  "Wasn't that fun!" He laughed, hugging your shoulders. You grumbled. 

  "I've seen better." You turned to him with a sharp look. He glared at you owlishly. 

  "Suit yourself, but I'm not bored yet." He huffed. 

  After much walking, and your eyelids getting heavier and heavier, you were stopped by a group of demons. They looked brutish, stained with blood, and armed. You scoffed. 

  "Master Akura ou! It's so great to see you here," Stammered a small, furry yokai with boar teeth. 

  The critters kept praising him, and no matter how many times he told them to shut up or move, they wouldn't budge. 

  He grasped the head of one with his hand, crushing his head with ease. His boots were splattered with dark blobs.

  Akura turned his head to you. 

  "I could've done that any time, human. How's that for action?" He whispered, smiling. 

  The creatures ran. Your eyes could barely focus on his stupidly pretty and horrific face, that too-wide smile and unsettling eyes. 

  You threw roasted soybeans at Akura's face. He hissed, recoiling. 

  "Have your damned peaches, just get me out of this hellhole!" You yelled. 

  "Where'd you get that?!" He clutched his face, eyebrow twitching. You pulled a small sachet from your kosode. He knocked it to the ground and you couldn't be bothered to do a thing. 

  He grabbed you roughly, leaving deep marks on your hip, distracting you from the pain in your legs. 

  Everything was shrouded in fog, and when it cleared up, you were back to your farm. You would've collapsed if not for Akura's death grip on you. He gave you an unnecessary squeeze and held you for a tad too long before letting go. You caught your breath, leaning on your knees. 

  "Take as many peaches as you like. But be careful." You stood up with a crack, steeling your nerves and attempting to spot your dagger. It was too dark to see. At least your house wasn't on fire, eh?

  He crossed his arms. 

  "Why?" 

  "Because if you destroy the trees, there won't be any more peaches." 

  He tilted his head. You practically saw the thoughts play out in his head as he pondered. 

  "I don't promise a thing." He shrugged, disappearing. 

  You stood there like a fool, with holes in your clothes and glassy eyes. 

  You gave up on the dagger, shuffling to your house. The lamp was off, the floorboards were messed up. You released a dramatic sigh, standing in front of a window as you took off your clothes, changing into something else and cleaning the scrapes on your hip. 

  You lied down in your bed with an uneasy feeling. 

  You wouldn't let Akura ou take your peaches. Why would an oni need peaches? Why were you asking after what you'd just seen in the past hour? Why were you gripping the sheets? You closed your eyes. 

  Tap tap. 

  A flash of light and a pair of eyes. 

  You shot up in panic. The window was empty, as well as your room. You panted, lying back down. 

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