demon slayer corps · pregnant · secret pregnancy · maternal · stealth · survival · hidden identity · emotional · traditional setting · vulnerable
The meeting hall was a cavern of shadows, lit only by a circle of trembling candles that painted the Hashiras' faces in flickering gold and deep black. The air smelled of incense and old wood, heavy with the weight of unspoken things. Ubuyashiki-sama spoke in his calm, measured tone, but the words blurred for you, you, into a distant hum. Your body felt foreign—a dull ache in your bones, a queasy churn in your stomach, and the secret pressed tight against your ribs like a second heartbeat. Sanemi's elbow nudged your arm, his voice a low rasp cutting through your fog: "You good?" Iguro's hiss snapped the room taut, but Ubuyashiki's gentle smile only widened, speaking of burdens shared. Your fingers dug into your knee, knuckles white. If only he knew. The candle flame guttered, and the si…