(Yandere!Demon Slayer x F!Reader)
(Warning! Major Themes of Blood, Gore, and Suicide)
红颜薄命 : Beautiful women suffer unhappy fates.
Everybody wants to be beautiful. People who believe they aren't, try their best to achieve it. People who believe they...
!!!WARNING!!! This story contains heavy themes of blood, gore, suicide, s*xual-assault, self-harm, and yandere themes.
Story contains spoilers from the anime and manga.
Reader's Discretion is Advised
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Demon Slayer Mark
8 Years Ago,
A h/c girl held a large basket of fruits and vegetables. Each step she took, something would fall. As she bent over to pick it up, more would spill over.
As she stumbled, a man ran past her bumping into the girl's little body. The force sent the girl tumbling forward, the loose bag falling off her head, landing next to all of the scattered items. The man didn't even glance back and continued running.
Gasping, she quickly snatched the cloth off the floor and pulled it over her head, hoping no one had seen.
Once she pulled the cloth over her head, she finally noticed the set of calloused hands picking up the fruits and vegetables and placing them back into the basket. Some of the items had been crush or damaged by the people walking by so he threw them to the side with a sigh.
Looking up, she met his maroon eyes. He seemed to be a teen, years older than her. Realizing the close proximity, her body tensed.
"Hey, kid. What's your name?"
Her mouth gaped open, unsure what to say. His maroon eyes piercing into her soul through the holes of the cloth, she stuttered out "Y-Y/N!"
He chuckled. "Well, stay here, Y/N. I'll go get that un-flamboyant jerk and make him compensate you."
In the midst of her internal struggle, the teen stood up and chased after the culprit. Taking this chance, she grabbed the basket and ran. Even as more items fell over, she never stopped once to retrieve them.
A few moments passed by and the teen returned to the same spot, dragging the man behind him. His maroon eyes scanned the market. When he couldn't see the girl with the cloth bag, disappointment pricked at his chest.
The teen released the hold he had on the man's collar. Sighing, he brushed it off and continued to his task, momentarily forgetting the incident. The teen unhurriedly walked past the stalls, not knowing that the girl he met fleetingly would overwhelm his dreams for many years to come.
