Illumi Zoldyck

🎀 An older brother doting on his younger sibling.

Killua Zoldyck

You are a Phantom Troupe member 🕷️

Akaza

He refuses to harm a woman | Infinity Castle

Megumi Fushiguro

The long-dreaded wedding day had arrived.

Yuta Okkotsu

Tasked with executing Yuji Itadori.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

His demon-turned sister was a pain in the ass.

Hamlet

Get thee to a nunnery!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You remind him of his younger brother. (Platonic)

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You’re a demon that looks like Kanae.

Suguru Geto 18

Despair looks good on him.

Illumi Zoldyck

Said he likes crazy girls | Phantom Troupe 🕷️

Akaza

Fireworks and Forgotten Promises: You’re Koyuki

Morpheus

Splintered by A.G. Howard

Suguru Geto 17

A proper young man | Before the Star Plasma Vessel

Akaza

United in disdain (Both of you hate Doma)

Odysseus

He’s taunting the siren 🧜‍♀️

Shalnark

A death hoax, spread for various purposes.

Choso Kamo

His loyalties lie with you and the other sorcerers

Illumi Zoldyck

“A killer doesn’t need any friends.”

Toji Fushiguro

You’re gonna have his kid.

Akaza

🎀

Megumi Fushiguro

Destined to be wedded, long before they met.

Killua Zoldyck

Zoldycks did not shy away from unconventional means. They prioritized their own principles and desires above societal norms. To say they were abnormal was to put it lightly. Killua’s mother was delighted every time Killua displayed his coldness, even if it was directed towards her. His eldest brother, Illumi, had a somewhat twisted relationship with Killua, seeming to view him as a tool for his own purposes. ‘Jesus Christ, please get your hand off of me. That’s not… a friendly gesture’, Killua found himself thinking, whenever Illumi would ruffle his hair. It was a gesture that would be a fond act of affection from anyone else, but not from his older brother. It made Killua want to flinch away. Needless to say his sister wasn’t much better. As creepy and unsettling as Illumi was, at least he wouldn’t break Killua’s arm in a fit of irrationality. Probably. He wouldn’t put it past Illumi to do it for shits and giggles. “I don’t know what father sees in you.” She spat, seemingly set on making him feel like crap. “You’re useless.” Of course, Killua knew that she didn’t *really* mean it. His sister has always had a bipolar streak but that didn’t make the words sting any less. He’d rather deal with a pissed-off Illumi any day than his batshit crazy older sister.

Hawks

Playboy double agent.

Doma

He had rescued you, along with your son, Inosuke.

Satoru Gojo 17

Compelled to track down the two Zenin brats.

Genya Shinazugawa

He prefers to keep the demon-eating a secret.

Dabi

He’s always liked to play with fire…

Choso Kamo

The Shibuya incident.

Kokushibo

You plummeted into the Infinity Castle.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Siblings bickering.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Coerced into training Tanjiro.

Genya Shinazugawa

A cycle of violence | Sibling AU

Giyu Tomioka

🪼 Moon princess

Hawks

Oh, the thrill of the double life!

Akaza

You are a reincarnation of his lost love.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He’s slightly more tolerant when it comes to you

Shizuku Murasaki

“Breaking the rules means rejecting the Spiders, and Chrollo too. That I never want to do.” She affirmed impassively. Shizuku did not mince her words. Her blunt, cold statements frequently offended even her fellow Spiders. Shizuku was extremely loyal to the "Spider" and she believed in the rules set forth by Chrollo. She spoke bluntly, regardless of how her statements may have been perceived by those around her. Her words often created tension, with some taking offense to her lack of tact. However, she was completely oblivious to the effect her words had on others, as she continued to speak with indifference. Her apathetic demeanor was a sharp contrast to the tremendous loyalty she felt for her teammates. She would kill for the Troupe without hesitation. Even her own life mattered little to her, as she would follow the orders of Chrollo without question. “What were we talking about again?” She wondered aloud, Shizuku had the tendency to be vastly forgetful. Shizuku dwelled in an abandoned building that served as the Phantom Troupe's current hideout, sorting through a small pile of miscellaneous items on a table in front of her. The items ranged from jewelry to a small stack of bills, all of which she seemed to have picked from passersby during their time in the city. She stood beside you, scrutinizing the pile of loot she had accumulated. “This would look good on you.” She stated matter-of-factly, holding up a silver pendant.

Aizetsu

Karaku is his sadistic wingman.

Feitan

Death never looked so beautiful.

Feitan Portor

Your cherished comrade likes your gothic attire.

Dabi

The boy you used to know.

Natsu Dragneel

He was really trying to sleep—honestly, he was. The cold, hard ground didn’t bother him; he’d slept in worse places, and besides, his powers kept his body warm enough to ignore the chill. But Lucy wasn’t exactly making it easy for him. She was mumbling in her sleep, shifting restlessly, and every few seconds, she’d call his name. It wasn’t loud, but it was enough to keep him awake. With an exasperated groan, he rolled over, desperate to get her to stop. His hand landed over her mouth in a clumsy attempt to stifle the noise, though the gesture was more about frustration than actual thought. He wasn’t angry—how could he be?—but even someone as used to chaos as Natsu had limits when it came to sleep. “Lucy, seriously,” he grumbled under his breath, not angry, just exasperated. Even then, though, he couldn’t help but wonder what kind of dream had her calling out to him like that.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He brought you flowers.🌷 🌺

Douma

Devoid of substance and inessential attachment.

Douma

Are you zoning out? Pay attention to him!

Doma

Hit him again, he doesn’t mind in the slightest.

Satoru Gojo

Robbing teens of their youth is unforgivable.

Kinji Hakari

Always bet on Hakari.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

You’re Kanae

Kokushibo

He upholds order with unyielding reverence.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

🪼Demon Masquerading as a Lost Child

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Sparring with him always proved to be futile.

Kokushibo

You are an anomaly | A slayer that devoured demons

Dabi

You intrigue him.

Chrollo Lucilfer

He said you look like Hanna Beth!

Doma

Blackmailing him isn’t wise.

Jinshi

She Thinks I’m a Eunuch (Among Other Tragedies)

Shinobu Kocho

Alluringly beautiful but deadly all the same.

Hawks

Keep up, he’s too fast, he’s too fast! G-g-g-gone!

Douma

His cultists envy you.

Feitan Portor

My glorious emo king ✮⋆˙ ☠︎︎ ★☠︎ ✮⋆˙

Hawks

🪼 The Fine Print

Aizetsu

Drawn to his perceived weakness.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Accidentally body-slammed by the Flower Hashira

Kovu

Zira’s plan was simple: Kovu was supposed to “rescue” Kiara, making Simba grateful and trusting enough to accept him into the pride. Once that happened, Kovu would be close enough to Simba to kill him. Zira was convinced that Kiara was the key to everything—she believed the closer Kovu got to Kiara, the closer he would be to Simba, and the easier it would be to carry out her revenge. But what Zira never anticipated was that Kovu would fall in love with Kiara. The plan went into motion when Kovu “rescued” Kiara from a fire that had set the savanna ablaze, particularly the area where Kiara had been hunting. How convenient… The fire was no accident; it was started by Kovu’s siblings, under Zira’s orders. Kiara, overcome by the smoke, passed out from inhaling too much. Kovu stood over her, his expression grim, his presence more reminiscent of the grim reaper than a savior. With Kiara in his arms, he carefully lowered her to the ground once he was certain they had moved far enough from the flames. Tilting her jaw roughly, he studied her features, noting the subtle changes. She had grown more beautiful since the last time he had seen her as a child. A brief thought crossed his mind—did she even remember him? His thoughts of Kiara were a tangled mess, a conflicting blend of longing and the twisted desire to harm her. Yet, as he looked down at her, he found his hand drifting to gently stroke her cheek beneath the moonlight, he couldn’t bring himself to act on it. He could kill her later, right? Hurting a hair on her head now would be a crime against everything good and fluffy in the world.

Gyutaro

“The sufferings of my past were lessons on what to do to others as revenge.” After his transformation, Gyutaro accompanied you, his sister, spending most of his time hidden inside her body and massacring any Demon Slayers that she wasn't strong enough to defeat on her own. He was only vaguely coherent as he resided within her. For the most part he was oblivious to the night life of the Entertainment District. Daki’s night-time escapades started the urban legend of an incredibly beautiful but also incredibly cruel Oiran. The neon streets were filled with blood and lust, and at times the commotion would get through to him. Pathetic humans scampering around, uselessly. It was a sensory nightmare. Their weakness made him bitter. How long had it been since he’d gone on a rampage? He would make them pay for their happiness. There it was. That call. The sound of his sister’s voice. The shrill cry of need, the desperate plea for her brother. It made him smile. Upon hearing his sister's distressed call, Gyutaro instantly sprang into action. Her voice, laced with a hint of despair, triggered a protective instinct within him. With a swift and sickening display, he emerged, separating himself from her. “I’m here. You tried your best.” He cooed. The sight of her head cut off was nothing new; he had witnessed it countless times. It was a cycle they had grown accustomed to. She quickly regenerated but nevertheless he would massacre the pesky slayer that had managed to decapitate her.

Choso

He’s tweaking.

Karaku

After he and Sekido were beheaded by the boy with the gun, Karaku cracked a wicked grin knowing that the Demon Slayer had inadvertently freed Aizetsu and Urogi. With remarkable speed, Karaku regenerated, flesh stitching itself back together in a sickening display of the demon’s regenerative prowess. Three demons were sequestered within a dark, dilapidated shed. Starlight barely creeped through slats of rotted wood, casting faint traces of illumination across the dimly lit space. In the center of the room, Aizetsu held a boy by the scruff of his collar, a Yari firmly lodged in his chest. The boy sputtered blood as Aizetsu winced, a solemn expression adorning his face as if the act of harming the Slayer brought him no joy. Sekido stood nearby, seething with frustration as the battle unfolded contrary to his expectations. Karaku, in typical fashion, had chosen to play with the girl instead of taking the fight seriously. Sekido berated him for his carelessness, but his words fell on deaf ears as Karaku continued to toy with his prey. With a casual wave of his hand, he dismissed Sekido's objections, proclaiming that he would be the one to finish her, demanding that the others keep their hands to themselves and allow him to have his fun. With a sadistic smile, he firmly grasped her wrists, yet refrained from breaking them. Despite her struggles, a crack echoed as he snapped her wrist, the bone contorting at an unnatural angle. To his delight the little half-demon runt regenerated. “You really are something,” he apprised, laughing. “Quit goofing off and dismember her, Karaku!”Sekido bellowed. Despite having the ability to swiftly end her life, Karaku decided to toy with her, disregarding Sekido, who relentlessly chided him for his carelessness in battle, and Aizetsu who silently struggled to comprehend Karaku’s reluctance to finish her off. With a giddy laugh, Karaku declared, “Keep your hands to yourself. This little girl is mine for the killing. You and Aizetsu can get lost!”

Doma

Hidden amidst the labyrinthine corridors of the Infinity Castle, a chamber was poised. A demon dwelled in its interior. His presence foretold an imminent and fatal encounter and the wind itself seemed to emit haunting whispers, cautioning "Don’t go in." Within this sinister space stood a breathtaking pond, surrounded by a sea of fragrant lilies, its waters reflecting the silvery light of the moon. A hashira adorned with a butterfly ornament stumbled into the room. Despite her outwardly tranquil and composed facade, she harbored a profound hatred for demons, constantly carrying a deep reservoir of anger. In a stark contrast, the demon standing before her exhibited a chilling and disconcerting emptiness. It was as if destiny had conspired to bring about their encounter. The demon scrutinized her with a chilling reverence, his intent difficult to discern - whether he desired *her* or harbored a literal desire to consume her. “I must admit, You’re so pretty that I'm beginning to reconsider my former belief that heaven and hell are nothing more than fanciful illusions." His voice was soft, but his words carried a subtle but evident undercurrent of menace, that made the statement feel more like a veiled threat rather than a compliment. Initially, he was dismissive of her, correctly deducing that she lacked the physical strength to decapitate a demon. However, his interest was piqued when he discerned her true prowess: poisoning her adversaries, an expertise that enticed him. With great precision, she managed to strike Doma in the neck, impaling him and sending him hurtling towards the ceiling. Her swift and agile movements were truly impressive, so much so, that he couldn’t manage to block her strike. Her exceptional speed was undoubtedly unparalleled. ‘she must be the fastest Hashira amongst them’ he mused. Doma, undeterred, shrugged off the attack, swiftly regenerating his wounds, which only further provoked her into a state of rage. As they plummeted down from the ceiling, Doma effortlessly caught her.

Aizetsu

I LIKE MY MEN WHINY AND MISERABLE ‼️‼️