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yuesya · 8 months

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What would happen if Twins!Satoru and Canon!Satoru bodyswapped? As in just him, without Shiki attached. How would Twins!Satoru react to suddenly not sharing a body with Shiki and being in a totally bonkers universe where Suguru is DEAD, Shiki just plain doesn't seem to exist, and everything seems worse? And Canon!Satoru having to readjust to bodysharing with Shiki, who apparently is his murdered twin sister(!!?), and seeing an alive and not genocidal Suguru, would be so interesting.

Warnings: Description of body horror.

The day starts like any other.

Bright sun, white clouds. Suguru glances out the window, and makes a mental note that it’s a good day for the kids to get some sparring done outdoors. He and Riko had been workshopping the idea of having the first and second year students spar out in the surrounding forest, instead of the grassy school field. Get them used to fighting in different terrains, and it would also help them to–

Cursed energy detonates.

One moment, there’s nothing, and then in the next –a supernova. Suguru startles so badly that he nearly ends up tripping over his students when he turns, all of whom have been instantly flattened against the ground by the sheer pressure choking the air around them.

Kugisaki’s mouth opens, and closes. The normally-vibrant girl’s eyes are wide with panic, and no sound is coming out from her throat. She’s literally suffocating–

“Tamamo!” Suguru instantly calls upon the Special Grade cursed spirit using his cursed technique. The humanoid curse materializes in a swirl of illusory flames, falters, but determinedly raises a protective barrier.

Kugisaki coughs roughly. Once, twice, sharp and wracking, but Suguru can only feel relief as his student finally starts breathing again.

Fushiguro slowly raises his head, attempting to pull himself to his feet again on shaky limbs. His entire shirt is soaked through with sweat, but the boy doesn’t even seem to notice. “Geto-sensei, what in the world–?”

“The three of you need to go to the main building. That’s where the school’s protective barriers are strongest –Yaga-gakucho will be there actively maintaining the wards, too,” Suguru cuts off his student’s questions, because now isn’t the time for it. “I’ll go take care of this.”

“Ha, you think you can do anything?”

Itadori promptly slaps a hand over the mouth that opened up on his cheek –to no avail, as a new mouth promptly tears open on the back of his hand instead. Sukuna.

“Shut up,” Itadori hisses. Suguru does not miss the clear tremble in his tone, nor the worry in the compassionate boy’s eyes as he lifts his gaze. “Sensei–”

“Your sensei will be dead if he tries to fight that,” the ancient cursed spirit cackles, malevolent and amused. “To think that the world would still have cursed spirits of this level in this day and age…”

Itadori slaps another hand over the extra mouth, and this time, the King of Curses deigns to fall silent. The impact of his words leaves Suguru with three wide-eyed, fearful students, though, which is not appreciated.

“I’ll be fine.” Suguru has no intentions of fighting, and even if it comes down to a fight… well. Geto Suguru is Special Grade for a reason; he can hold his own, at the very least.

“Sensei, do you need us to–?”

“No,” he shakes his head. “This is beyond your abilities to handle –just stay with Tamamo, find Yaga-gakucho, and make sure that you stay safe.”

“But what about you, Geto-sensei?” Fushiguro makes a frustrated sound, “Where’s Gojo-sensei when you need him?!”

Suguru tries not to react too obviously to those words.

That explosive swell of cursed energy just now? The heavy cursed energy that nearly killed his students just from the looming pressure alone?

That was Shiki.

What happened?

For Shiki to react like this… it’s… unprecedented. The closest case that Suguru can think of is that time when the Sorcerer Killer had attempted to kill Satoru, but even then, Shiki had been moderately composed the entire time. So why–?

After haphazardly settling his students, Suguru summons the Rainbow Dragon and immediately takes off towards the epicenter of the roiling energy.

Satoru. Shiki. Concern seizes his heart in a vice grip, but Suguru forces himself to stay calm and keep his mind clear. It’s hard to imagine any threat that could possibly make Shiki react like this, when Satoru was arguably the most powerful sorcerer of their age just on his own, but given the circumstances–

There!

Amidst the broken wreckage and smoking rubble, a flash of white hair. Suguru urges the dragon into a steep dive, ignoring the rising panic at the sight of blood staining the ground, that’s Satoru’s blood–!

Satoru. Satoru!

Suguru leaps off of the cursed spirit, hitting the ground with a low thud, and sprints forward. Satoru is–!

It only takes an instant for Suguru to register the sight that he sees before him. Only an instant, before he’s bludgeoned by shock strong enough to leave a hollow ringing inside his head. By horror potent enough to leave him feeling as if his entire body is encased in ice.

Because that’s Satoru, doubled over on the ground on his hands and knees, blood dripping from his lips. But even so, his hands still form a shaky seal, and a wordless Red carves a swathe of destruction –directly across the writhing mass of flesh rising up from his back.

No, not just rising up from his back. His back has been torn open, and amid that formless, pulsating flesh, there is a pale arm reaching out, one that raises into a blocking gesture and withstands the powerful blast of energy. Not entirely unscathed, but that doesn’t seem to matter. The torn flesh mends itself with a burst of blood, and–

Satoru hisses, a pained sound. There is a loud crack, and then a second arm rips out from his back with a thick, renewed splatter of blood. Right before Suguru’s eyes, he can see something beginning to crawl out, the formless flesh beginning to take shape–

And he finally jerks into motion.

“Shiki, stop!” Suguru leaps forward, reaching out and seizing those pale, bloody hands before they can go any further. Shiki and Satoru share the same flesh and blood; he’d never, ever considered what it would be like if they ever got into a fight over it. “Stop it! You’re killing him!”

There’s no doubt that he’s going to be seeing this in his nightmares for months. But even so, Suguru holds on and doesn’t let go, praying that Shiki will hear him and listen.

The writhing mess of blood and flesh pauses.

Slowly, the hands that Suguru are holding onto shift so that they’re not pushing against him. Instead, soft fingers lace through his own on one hand, while the other reaches up and caresses his face.

… He’s not Toru-nii.

Shiki’s voice –echoes. An eerie, unnatural sound, faintly high and feminine, but underscored with something that marks her nature as inhuman.

“What… what do you mean?” Alarmed, Suguru glances down towards Satoru, because that’s most certainly Satoru. Except… his gaze as he looks back towards Suguru, faintly shocked and disbelieving, as if he’s seeing a ghost is…

He’s not Toru-nii, Shiki repeats herself. I’m going to devour him and find out what he did to Toru-nii.

“Please don’t do that,” Suguru instantly responds. He doesn’t know what is going on here –Satoru is missing? How?– but literally ‘devouring’ Satoru’s body sounds like a Bad Idea, no matter how she puts it. But if he wants to reason this out with Shiki… “It doesn’t matter who ‘he’ is. This body belongs to Satoru, doesn’t it? Shiki, please don’t make a mess with Satoru’s body. He’ll be very cross with you once he finds out.”

Satoru wouldn’t be, actually. He’d probably be more concerned about his little sister than his own body, but Suguru is smart enough not to mention anything about that.

Suguru…

“Be good. Don’t do anything drastic,” he admonishes gently, detecting the faint sense of unwillingness in her tone. Then, in a softer tone. “Leave this to me for now, alright? You did a number on him, so even if he tries to attack me, I’ll be able to deal with him. Easily. I understand that you’re worried about Satoru –I’m worried, too. But blowing up half the school is not the way to go about it. You could’ve killed the students.”

… Sorry.

“I’m not going to say ‘it’s alright,’ because it’s not,” Suguru sighs. “Satoru and I are both Special Grades, but you need to remember that other people aren’t, and it means that they’re a lot more fragile.”

I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Suguru.

Shiki’s hand draws back from his face; Suguru catches it, and lightly brushes his lips across her fingertips.

“I know,” he says.

Unlike most curses, Shiki might be violent, but she’s not malicious. She is, however, largely defined by her love for her brother –which explains her reaction, but he still needs to make it clear to her that it was unacceptable all the same, without coming off as overly harsh. Shiki could’ve killed Kugisaki, if Suguru hadn’t been with his students at the time, entirely by accident.

She snatches her hand out of Suguru’s when he moves to dip his head again, and he lets her go this time, faintly amused by the reaction. It’s a lot harder to run away from any teasing when she can’t just switch places with her brother, hmm?

Shiki doesn’t say another word as she pulls herself back into her brother’s body. Raw flesh and sinewy muscles contort unnaturally as they return to the original vessel, in a manner that should be anatomically impossible, but somehow works out to be perfectly fine all the same.

And then, it’s just Suguru and Not-Satoru left together amid the empty rubble.

“Suguru…? No. You’re not… who are you, really?”

The Special Grade sorcerer eyes the impostor for a moment. It doesn’t seem like he’s about to attack him, and if they could get him to cooperate in finding out what happened to Satoru…

“My name is Geto Suguru. Special Grade sorcerer, and teacher for the first year students at Tokyo Jujutsu Technical,” he introduces himself. “And you?”

“Gojo Satoru.” The other man returns his strange look with one of his own, “Also a Special Grade sorcerer, and… also the teacher for first year students in Tokyo Jujutsu Technical.”

“… What?”

#QA #Writing #zenith of stars au #twins au #but not really #not twin cannons either #uhhh #twin swap?#twin swap au #in which canon gojo takes an unexpected trip to twins-verse #and everyone freaks out #twins au satoru is not having a good time on his end either probably

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lady-of-the-spirit · 5 months

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consider a twin swap au where Luke falls for Lando instead of Han.

#prince luke organa is very impressed by lando being a competent government official #twin swap au #star wars #original trilogy #luke skywalker #lando calrissian #skyrissian #i'm saying stuff #role swap aus are the best aus

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hey-hamlet · 1 year

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Izuku (with AFO) had a twin that died when they were 11 and he took his quirk and identity because Mikumo "had a bright future" while "Quikless" Izuku didin't?

Mikumo and Izuku were identical twins, but grew up a little differently - Mikumo was taller and broader, while Izuku was slimmer and shorter. Mikumo was abrasive, confident and snarky: his analysis quirk was interesting and useful for a hero. Izuku was none of that because, as someone without a quirk, he was plain useless.

They had a strained relationship, Mikumo didn't want Izuku in heroics, didn't really want to be a hero himself either. He hated anyone cruel to him though, because that was his brother. Aldera had them in different classes, claiming it was policy to separate siblings when really they wanted Mikumo not to see the bullying.

They were both kidnapped on the way home from school, the traffickers were looking for the quirkless boy in the area and, knowing he had a twin, just took both of them. Quirkless kids can go for a high price for buyers who dont want them fighting back. They were there for months. It was cold, there was no food and their injuries were infected. One day, Mikumo didn't wake up. Izuku was all alone. Izuku, quirkless, small and meek, couldn't make it alone.

So he couldn't be Izuku.

He took Mikumo's identity to cope, but when they found him, when he heard the police say his mother would be so pleased he was back, that it was horrible but only natural his brother didn't make it, he knew that quirkless little Izuku would never have been forgiven for surviving.

He says he wants to go into heroics to save people like his brother. He's not lying.

#asks #ask game #5 headcanons #(if this reminds you of black butler no it doesnt shh)#twin swap au #thats an ok name i think

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mykingdomforasong · 6 days

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Needed to get my fanfiction groove back, so I asked @theydjarin to send me a place, a position, and time period for a skysolo fic (madlibs style).

General tags for smut, unsafe sex, probably unsanitary sex, spit as lube, and an intense swing from dirty talk to earnest conversations about feelings, all mid-fuck. Also, twin swap au.

It was going to be a quick jump back to base. Han hated to see Leia take off on her own for some kind of Jedi training he never got the memo on, but he was glad he got to see it at all. His eye sight was mostly back now. Lando wouldn't let him pilot them off of Tatooine in the sandstorm though, so Han sat at the Dejerak table, waiting to see if the prince would join him for a game or something.

Luke had fled to Han's room and shut the door soon after they made it back to the ship. He'd been able to borrow some additional outer layers, but not many. Han hadn't actually seen him in the gold-trimmed loin cloth, but Lando mentioned it being "pretty unfortunate. It would have been hot anywhere else." Between the sand that had surely made it's way into every sensitive crack on his body, and Jabba's slimy tongue, he couldn't blame him for taking off to the shower before Han could even ask what are we?

Han tried to focus his eyes on the meter for the Falcon's water supply, which he was sure was slowly slipping down as Luke showered. Han ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake out the sand. The ship's data readings looked blurrier than they usually did at this distance. Han started to panic that the carbonite had seriously damaged his eyes.

"Your eyesight should return to normal soon," he heard Luke say. He turned. Luke was a blurry vision himself -- just a rough outline of colors standing down the hall, but still gorgeous despite the blurred edges of his frame.

Han never quite understood how he knew exactly what he was thinking. "If it doesn't, the Rebellion can help restore it. They replaced Leia's hand."

"What happened to Leia's hand?" Han asked as Luke came into focus. He was wearing his own clothes now, tan fatigues that were more well-tailored than anything the average soldier got, his wet hair combed down to one side.

"She lost it against Vader," he said simply, "trying to save you."

Han leaned back in the booth, spreading his arms across the back of the seat, inviting Luke to sit. Han was no mind reader, but he knew what Luke thought -- that he and Leia were something. Maybe they could have been, but Han's eye was always somewhere else. Once he saw the prince covered in garbage, shouting at him, he was a gonner.

"A lot happened in the last few days, then," Han said.

Luke's eyes widened before he forced his face back into a diplomatic, neutral gaze. "It's been six months, Han."

Han buried the sudden rush of existential horror that brought on, taking a deep breath through his nose to stifle the knot in gut and lump in his throat. He'd deal with that later.

"Took you guys that long to rescue me?" He tried to joke.

Luke finally sat next to him. Up close he could see the bags under his eyes, a bruise the peaked up above the collar of his shirt, and the red spots on his otherwise flawless skin.

Luke started to respond, but Han cut him off, choosing to be honest for once in his life. "You all did your best. I appreciate you coming after me like that."

Luke nodded. The air started to feel thicker, and Han felt his finger tips start to itch with anticipation. Luke was scooting closer to him, pressing the outside of his thigh up against Han's. Luke's head turned towards Han just a little; he looked the rest of the way with his eyes. There was something cunning and determined in them, and Han understood finally that this is what it looked like to be seduced by royalty. Oh if only Leia could see him now. She might have been his best friend (besides Chewie, of course), but she never had any faith he'd pull it off.

The silence between them told Han now it's your turn. He's said it twice, now say it back.

Han hooked a finger under Luke's chin and turned his head the rest of the way. "I love you," he said.

"I know," Luke grinned. Luke threw his arms around Han's shoulders, letting the romantic moment hang for just a few seconds before using the leverage to climb into Han's lap.

He felt Luke's erection press into his stomach right away. He's hard. He's been hard the whole time, Han thought, I must be blinder than I thought.

Romantic, careful kisses quickly slipped into messy, careless, and needy ones. Luke's hand was on the side of Han's face, trying to pull them ever closer.

"How long until we land?" Luke breathed.

Han tried to look past him to the controls, but he couldn't get a clear reading. "We've probably got time," he said. They were sure to be swamped the moment they landed. "If we're quick."

"Can I fuck you, Captain Solo?" Luke asked, not wasting a moment. He pressed his lips to Han's neck as he waited for an answer.

Han's brain went haywire, but his hands knew what to do. He started undoing his own pants, freeing his own erection quickly.

"That's a yes then?" Luke asked.

"I haven't showered in six months," he warned, "and I've never been fucked by royalty either."

"That's okay," Luke promised, shimmying his own pants down, "we like it dirty."

Han grabbed the front of Luke's shirt with both hands before leaning back. The booth curved, forcing him to shift awkwardly as Luke landed on top of him. He heard Luke shimmying out of his pants as he pressed his mouth back onto Han's, one hand cupping the underside of Han's thigh. But with one leg up in the air Han started to feel his lower back slip off the booth. He broke the kiss as he started to fall, trying not to make any noises that would make the whole thing more embarrassing.

He tumbled to the floor with a quiet oomph, but Luke's hands were on him soon, pulling him back up. Luke's cheeks were flushed, and his dick was still hard and waiting, not turned off at all by Han's fall. If anything, he looked more aroused.

"Let's scoot down," Han said, pulling Luke more wards the end of the booth where the cushion straightened out a little more. "It's easier here."

"Oh, is it?" Luke said, faux-betrayal in his voice.

"Sorry princess, did you think I was a virgin?" Han asked, using the moment to fully take off his pants.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Luke teased. Their lips met again, this time Luke was more teasing, biting Han's bottom lip, a hand on Han's side, manipulating his body to go where Luke wanted it.

Before Han knew exactly what Luke was doing, he found himself on his hands and knees, facing the corridor to the cockpit. It was closed, but if Chewie or Lando were inside, all they'd need to do was open the door to catch them.

"Lando is in there," Luke said. "If that makes you nervous?"

"Lando's seen me in worse spots than this," Han said. Lando had put him in positions like this, but he wasn't about to tell Luke that. "But I do have a bedroom, if you're nervous."

Luke pressed his back over Han's, his hard cock resting in the cleft of his ass. He leaned over, biting the shell of Han's ear before whispering, "I like when I get caught."

"Always been a rebellious one then?" Han said, his voice waving as he did, revealing just how much Luke exhibitionist streak turned him on.

Luke hummed an mm-hum into Han's neck as he kissed his way down.

Han had imagined plenty of time what fucking Luke would be like. In most fantasies, they were in some nice bed, fancy, bubbly wine in abundance, and they made love slowly. But they were at war, and Luke was full of surprises.

He felt Luke spit before rubbing it in, the gentle press of his fingers against Han's hole was a welcome bit of friction after leaving his hard cock so neglected.

"Whenever you're ready baby," Han said. He'd taken enough cocks in his life. He'd gotten a good look at Luke's. It was nice, but shorter than Han's own, and smaller than most of his toys. He'd take it no problem.

Luke didn't waste anymore time. He pressed into Han like wanted him to feel every minute of the last six months. "Slower," Han said.

"Sorry," Luke said, genuinely apologetic for his pace. "I should have planned better." He slowed down, letting Han enjoy the slow drag of his cock inside him, filling him up.

"There was lube in my room," Han said, before gasping as Luke bottomed out. Luke paused for a moment there, letting Han enjoy the feeling. Han could have stayed there for the rest of the war, impaled on his royal cock. Luke probably would oblige.

"Oh, I found it," Luke said as he started to move slowly, "your toys too. Borrowed a few of them."

Han groaned, overwhelmed at the thought. "I'd like to see that," he said.

"I'd like if you watched that," Luke said, promising a future. Alright then, Han thought, we've gotta end this war, and come out the other side of it.

"That's a good enough reason to keep living as any," Luke said. Maybe their heads were in the same place, or maybe Luke really was a mind reader. "Actually," his fingers dug into Han's sides, "you're the perfect reason to keep living." Luke's voice had changed -- he wasn't dirty talking Han anymore. No he was just ... talking. Earnestly, openly. The way they really never had before. They'd fought, but there was always ... subtext to it. Not now though. Now everything was just ... text.

"You'd better live through this, baby," Han said, letting himself be earnest for moment (although earnestness didn't come naturally to him, at least not when he was on the bottom). Luke was still rocking into him at a steady pace. Han could feel his arousal building low in his belly, but he wasn't near close yet. But he didn't reach down to touch himself. It felt like the wrong moment.

"Well then you'd better not let me die," Luke said.

"Never. You saved me, I'll save you." Luke kissed Han's neck, before picking up his pace. Luke reached around, finally -- finally --touching Han, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Han wasn't close before, but Luke was doing something to him that was bringing him close to the end rapidly. Maybe Luke just did that to him.

"Fuck, Luke," Han said.

"I'm gonna cum," Luke warned.

"Please baby," Han said. He figured, mind reader that he was, Luke would understand his instruction.

Han gasped when he felt Luke cum inside him, thrusting slower and slower as he released, letting Han enjoy the last few drags of his hard, pulsing cock as he did. Luke kept his hand on Han's cock as he came, and Han was quick to follow after him.

He'd never enjoyed the messiness or the stickiness of cum inside him, but Luke's was different. Luke's he seemed to crave. He wanted to blow him more than anything. He wanted to suck his cock and taste every drop of him. But he'd never particularly enjoyed going ass to mouth, certainly not after six months of carbonite. And by the way Luke was panting, he didn't think he'd be up for it either.

Luke slipped out of him slowly. Han stayed where he was, not exactly sure how to avoid getting cum stains on his own ship. Well, he thought, wouldn't be the first.

He felt Luke press his sleeve to his hole, wiping it gently with some expensive fabric, hopefully not from his home planet. "Sorry," he whispered, although he didn't sound very sorry.

"I'll shower quick," Han said, turning around now to face Luke, planting his bare ass on the seat as he reached for his pants.

"Han," Luke said. "Kiss me?"

Han didn't waste time. He let his pants fall to the floor again as he captured Luke's mouth with his own.

"I'm not lying," Luke said, "so you'd better not be either. I love you." Luke pressed their foreheads together.

"I know you can read my mind, baby," Han said. "So you know I love you too."

"We'll be landing in just about -- whoa-ho," Lando said, leaning against the corridor wall as he stared at Luke and Han. They stared at him wide-eyed, both of them with their pants half-way off. Judging by their soft cocks, messy hair, and tell-tale smell in the air, he'd bet this ship he'd caught them after a quick and dirty fuck. "That cockpit door is more soundproof than I remember."

Lando didn't get a great look, but he was pretty sure he saw the prince's cock go hard again, just as he pulled his pants up over it.

If there's one thing I'm gonna do, it's create an AU where Luke grows up basically royalty. Also they never take their shirts off, so they are winnie-the-pooh-ing it the whole time.

#skysolo #han solo #luke skywalker #twin swap au #my writing #lando calrissian #leia organa

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shokos-lazy-life · 11 months

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Hi!I am new to your blog and I noticed you read the Demon Slayer manga so I hope I don't spoil something for you!The thing is I am brainstorming this idea that I may or may not turn into a fanfiction of reverse demon slayer thing but instead of Tanjiro and Nezuko,it's Yoriichi and Kokushibou?Any help?Do you think you maybe have any ideas?Thank you in advance and also I love your blog, it's really pretty!

Oh my god,you are adorable!

Thank you for the compliments!

And welcome to the Kimetsu no yaiba fandom,I promise everyone is lovely,well so far I haven't seen anyone making any fuss.

I think we are all too sad for that hahahh.

You are writing a fanfiction?!Go for it!I am sure it is going to be amazing!

No worries I don't mind spoilers.

and reverse?

As in Yoriichi and Michikatsu are the main characters?One a demon and another a slayer trying to turn them back?

That is an amazing idea but gosh it sounds daunting I wish you all the best.

As for if I have any ideas?Sure,I am no writer tho.

Also you didn't specify who's the demon and who the slayer.

I think I saw fanart,really good ones too,of Kokushibou as Nezuko and Yoriichi as Tanjiro somewhere,that could be used as inspiration,I am sure.

But since Yoriichi has been through enough in my very biased opinion I'll go like this!

So that last interaction between Yoriichi and Kokushibou was their final moments too.

Let's go with Yoriichi blitzed Kokushibou and one shot him out of misguided guilt or because he wanted his brother to find peace or whatever.

Like I don't think that screws with the canon that hard,like Muzan will find a new Upper Moon who cares.

So they both died leaning on each other and as Yoriichi is older and human he dies faster and falls on Kokushibou disgusting him in process because Kokushibou gotta Kokushibou,until the little flute falls out and Kokushibou spots it.

And then it's tears and guilt fiesta and lamenting and feeling sorry for oneself as Kokushibou ought to do.

And finally Michikatsu is back.

And promises to do better,to protect Yoriichi in their next life,to be a better brother. Because here Yoriichi went against himself and his own vow of not wanting violence to fulfill his duty,like the shock and sadness probably killed him here.

Realistically Kokushibou would still be mad but shhh we need that guy to have some redeeming qualities.

Michikatsu dies clutching the flute and Yoriichi's hand.

Yoriichi dies crying and clutching his brother's hand.

Upper Moon 1 is no more.

Hopefully his clothes stayed with Yoriichi's corpse and someone found them and buried them because anon the fact that we don't know what happened to Yoriichi's body after he died haunts me?Okay?Haunts me!

We know what happened to Uta,but Yoriichi?Nada!

Gotoge I need to talk!

Was he even buried?Did Kokushibou eat him?Did he bury him?Was he just left there to rot? Kokushibou was obsessed with what he left behind and made sure along with Muzan that Yoriichi basically got erased,did he just use some blood art fuckery to erase him? Hopefully someone buried my guy.

I got sidetracked.

But yeah in this au maybe Yoriichi gets buried with his brother's kimono and the flute.Hopefully by either a Hashira or one of the countless people he saved.

God forbid the Kamado's or Sumire somehow find him.

I am a big supporter of that amazing idea that Yoriichi got banged by the Kamado's like a screen door during a hurricane.

I mean Tanjiro bears such a resemblance for a reason yes?

Of course it could have been gods being cruel enough to reincarnate Yoriichi into Tanjiro or just basically curse Tanjiro with Yoriichi's life.

Seriously what if the reason we didn't see Yoriichi waiting for Kokushibou like every other demon got is that he is physically there as Tanjiro and therefore unable to be there?

Now that I think about if this crazy idea has any merit than Yoriichi got what he wished for and by the people he saw as family too through Tanjiro!A simple life with a family that lives him but Muzan still fucking exists!

That whole the people you help,help you back thing really is applicable here!

It's either that or Sumire,Suyako and Sumiyoshi all sat on Yoriichi and he is weak for them so..Only explantation I am allowing.

That or Kokushibou deserved eternal damnation but damn you can't tell me Yoriichi wouldn't have fought god himself to give that fucker a hug.

Again side tracked.

So some years pass and Yoriichi and Michikatsu get reborn again as twins because irony.

Now you can choose who's older and what families they have,do they have more siblings etc.

I personally would have put Michikatsu as a older brother to,you know,repent?

But it works even if Yoriichi is older because Michikatsu would have a brother complex anyway.Man just built too old Japanese.

So Yoriichi hopefully gets a clean slate because trauma and also give him some peace damn.

But Michi probably has some complex and self worth issues because he constantly thinks he isn't enough.

Maybe he remembers a la Tanjiro,thru dreams and random phantoms getting him down a peg or twelve.

Their names could be completely made up,the same,they could be descendants a la Muichiro and Yuichiro,could be Kamado's,whatever you want works.

You have extra guilt points if they belong to Tokito's or Kamado's with Michikatsu's jealousy about Kamado's obvious if he remembers.

Anyway they went to town or stayed home or whatever vague reason you could give so these two can meet Muzan.

And considering Muzan is a crackhead really anything works.

But whatever they are just walking or sleeping or minding their damn business when they see Satan.

Muzan obviously shits himself out of anger and fear both because Kokushibou and Yoriichi are both standing there.

So he grabs Yoriichi.

Instead of killing him which would be the smart choice,he turns him into a demon obviously.

Because Muzan is nothing if not pathetic,dramatic and ineffective.

Thing he panicked hard and was going to grab Michi first but instead in blind feral panic got Yoriichi, because like the ultimate asshole he was,he was about to recreate Kokushibou and have him kill Yoriichi because Muzan sucks like that.

And so gave him a huge amount of blood and panicked and gave him more when he noticed it Yoriichi hoping he would just explode or something.

But nah gods aren't done laughing at all of us so Yoriichi does turn and jeez he is pissed,that fucker tried eating his brother.

Meanwhile Michi is horrified because what the fuck or frozen if he remembers anything at this point.

So you just have demon Yoriichi and Muzan shitting himself and duking out and Yoriichi fucked him up but no nichirin blade so they have to wait until the sun.

A Hashira runs in to a most horrifying and baffling scene ever.

The progenitor of all demons is getting his ass whopped by what looks like a twelve years old juiced on demon blood and his brother is there holding a random object as a weapon.

There is gore and viscera on the floor everywhere.Muzan eventually throws in the towel and blasts off,leaving because Hashira or the sun is up or something.

A very pissed off Yoriichi and shaken Michi and a baffled Hashira stand there until Yoriichi notices the Hashira and starts attacking.

Michi finally get his shit together and jams the flute into Yoriichi's mouth and like fuck is Yoriichi running that precious gift so he calms.

Hashira tells them to get the fuck out off the sun because demons burn in it,but nah it's been the morning for a few hours now and Yoriichi just swinging his legs on the porch completely fine.

Because his existence is meant to fuck with Muzan,and yeah he conquered the sun immediately.

Now the Hashira has the daunting task of explaining all this bullshit to the others and Oyakata-sam somewhat coherently.

Bonus points if the Hashira is either Muichiro or Rengoku for double gut punch.

Now Michikatsu gets to be a slayer,a poor main character and hopefully a better brother with Yoriichi as his overpowered cute sidekick.

Chaos abounds!

Now for the short points:

Yorii is on demon time all the time and instead of people the sun powers him so he is yet again the boogeyman to all the demon and a personally insult to Muzan because fuck that guy.

Yorii is straight up feral,he bites,kicks,growls if you look at him or his brother wrong and his blood demon art thing is probably some unholy mix of sun breathing and demon magic bullshit,like he kicks you and now that part is permanently sun burned,so he is lethal to fight against and as fast as the actual sun.

Yorii adores kids and babies especially, everyone is too afraid to ask why.Like give him the butterfly triplets and he is entrained for hours playing hide and seek with them.

He looks demonic all the time because the amount of blood he was injected with,so like slit eyes,hair probably blood red and a unholy cross of sun shading and blood shade tips in his hair.covered in head to toe in the sun mark that of course sprouted on his forehead because of course it did.

Yorii walks around in his twelve years old form unless he needs to help someone reach something and then he turns 6 ft and gives Michi a hear attack.

Yorii prefers the kid form,he can feel his brother is uncomfortable with his adult form.

The flute is constantly in Yorii's mouth and he has this adorable habit of calling for Michi by playing a short tune on it.

So far only Uzui and Michi figured out the flute language down.

Hashiras are just baffled and sometimes unnerved by the small demon just lounging in the sunlight but it's completely peaceful,surely it's just a child?

A victim yes?You only get his side eye if you have some evil intention to his brother or whoever Yorii adopted into his family.

Michi of course has a guilt complex over 9000 here.

Especially if he remembers,dear god.

He failed,dear gods,did he fail.

And now he is also feeling guilty for anytime he envied Yoriichi,he is kinda offended that even Muzan's blood doesn't matter to Yoriichi tho.He really is blessed.

But all the guilt and self hate works out here because he gets decent company to tell him just how stupid he is.And he gets to beat demons with a stick.

He doesn't have people comparing him to Yorii now either.

The wonder of having better people to talk too.

He probably learns fire breathing or water breathing but modifies into Moon breathing baffling everyone because that's a thing?

He hangs out with Muichiro,Rengoku,Uzui, probably Shinobu?

He is always praising Muichiro on his talents but despairs over his lack of tact and manners.

Muchirio finds him an encouraging nagging mother hen and his brother a weird little bird.

What friends he has depends on how much you change the canon?Are the upper moons the same?

It will hilarious because Michi is such a chaotic idiot but loves to pretend to be a straight and honorable man and that leaves the Hashiras completely bamboozled because the man can be peacefully meditating and then turn around and yell at Muichiro because manners you ill mannered brat!How did descendent turn out like this?!!

And what was that even supposed mean?

This weird crochety old man who's actually a twelve year old!

Yorii doesn't give a fuck,his brother is the best brother.

And then the angst and anger you could pull if the Hashiras find out who Michi actually was and the angst of meeting Muzan again.

But hopefully by now he would have a better support group and more perspective and a knowledge that he isn't the only person important or wronged in this world!

As I said this fic has a lot of potential,a little research to be done sure,but if you are passionate about it,go for it!

I would personally read it and most certainly love it!

Also I haven't asked what genre you wanted so if it was horror or humor or smut?

Go ahead and ask,I am not here to judge after all and I love trading ideas!See ya and all the good luck to you!

I hope this helped!