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Douma x daughter reader

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Lotus pond~

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Fluff ☁️

3rd person POV:

A little girl was running through the halls of a cult, bumping into followers that roamed the halls themselves. The little girl had a huge smile on her face and determination in her eyes as she ignored the comments of people she past by.

"Hey!"

"Watch out!"

"What the-"

A middle aged woman stared at the running girl as she pick up the stack of clothes she had dropped on the floor from the girls reckless running.

"what incredibly speed, it doesn't seem human..."

The middle aged woman muttered to herself as another women with black hair tied into a ponytail walked over to her, overhearing what she had said under her breath.

"She fast because shes a goddess."

The woman next to her spoke bluntly.

"Pardon!?"

The middle aged woman looked at the teen with a ponytail as the said girl put on a smug smile.

"You don't know? She's the lords daughter so that makes her a goddess."

The girl cooed as she pointed to the little girl. And that little girl was Y/n.

"She's probably running to her daddy~"

Another girl with blonde hair said mockingly with a smug face and an irk mark on her forehead.

"Shut up Kurai!"

The teen with a ponytail yelled at the blonde known as Kurai.

"yeah, don't joke about that stuff.."

The middle aged woman agreed with furrow eyebrows.

"Pft..whatever.."

Kurai mumbled as she rolled her eyes, leaving the hallway for cult duties

(A/N: Kurai means gloomy in Japanese so that's why I named her that ^v^)

As Kurai predicted, y/n was indeed running to her father's praying room. He usually never had time for her because of his job but today was special! She learned about his schedule through one of douma's most trusted advisers.

He had given her a list of his weekly to do's and today he was available a 2:30!

Y/n opened his prayer room door vigorously, startling douma and one of his followers, she had long black hair that was tied in a bun, she sat on douma's lap with her lipstick smudged, y/n could've sworn that she saw the women's lipstick on douma's lips and neck. Douma's eyes widened for a second before going back to normal as he cleared his throat.

"um..Y/n chan, this is Homra.."

The woman known as Homra got at of douma's lap and approached the child, crouching down.

"Why hello there!"

Homra cooed as she waved a little with a closed eye smile.

"Hi Homra!"

Y/n exclaimed as she waved her hand at the woman vigorously. Homra turned her gaze to douma.

"Should I go, my lord?"

Douma nodded his head as she than began to leave.

"Oh and Homra!"

Homra turned her head to meet his gaze.

"Just call me Douma!"

Homra blushed and nodded her head, leaving the room. As soon as she did Douma rolled his as he let out a long sigh, then turning his gaze to y/n.

"Y/n chan, come to papa!"

He exclaimed softly as he patted his leg, y/n's eyes brightened as she ran over to him, sitting on his lap. Douma wrapped his arms around her as she cuddled up against him, he then looked down at her with a soft smile.

"I missed you very much dear."

His voice was like honey as he stroked her back.

"I missed you too!"

She exclaimed happily with a toothy smile.

"Y'know, I was kinda trying to get my dinner..."

He muttered as he looked into space with a cold look, he could really change emotions real quick.

"Sorry papa..I just wanted to see you.."

Douma looked back at her with a softened look.

"No matter, I'll just send in some random girls so we can both have dinner together!"

Douma exclaimed with optimism as he then placed Y/n down on his bean bag, getting up to go to his most trusted adviser who was outside the room. Douma opened the door and informed the man to get 15 pretty girls. The elderly man nodded as he ran to get the girls. Douma turned around and closed the door, making eye contact with Y/n.

"Well, while dinner is being prepared..do you wanna do something?"

Douma asked as he approached the sitting girl.

"hmmm...how long will it take the man to get back here?"

"Oh, it usually takes him about an hour..."

Douma replied with a finger in front of his face as if he fwas pointing to himself.

"Great! That means we can do the thing I want!"

Y/n yelled out happily as she got up and took douma's hand into hers, douma raised an eyebrow as she lead him to an unknown place.

Y/n had taken him to the green house, it was large and full of plants, flowers, ponds, gardens, you name it. It was very similar to a rain forest..minus the rain part.

Douma's eyes widened in realization as he then looked down at y/n, making eye contact with the girls shinning eyes.

"I wanna take a walk with you! I've been wanting to for sooo long!"

Y/n exclaimed as she tugged on douma's hand.

"Oh, I see.."

Douma muttered bluntly, he had realized the he never really spent time with her because of his job. A cold look appeared on his face as he thought of something horrid that chilled him to the bone.

'I'm just like my wretched parents, too busy with getting money and their delusions..'

Douma stared into space as he felt tears develop in his eyes, his eyes widened from this disgusting feeling he had at the back of his throat. He had never felt actual feelings but he already knew that this particular feeling was his least favorite. Y/n looked up at him, realizing his look of sadness as she began to pout.

"Are you okay, papa?"

She muttered with a soft but sad tone, he met her gaze as he started to cry, putting on a forced smile.

"I-I'm fine, sweetie.."

He crouched down and hugged her, then picking her up in a bridal style position.

"Now, how about we begin our walk?"

Douma asked with a closed eye smile, Y/n clung onto him then putting her hand in the air, making douma need to hold onto her more tightly to make sure she doesn't fall.

"Yeah!"

Y/n yelled out with a big smile, brightening douma's mood.

"You just need to let me down."

"Nah, I don't want to."

Y/n then had a pout on her face as she began hitting his chest.

"Let me down, papa!"

"Nope.."

Douma turned his head away from her with a smug smirk on his face, beginning to walk around the beautiful green house.

"I've never actually took the time to walk through this part of the cult..."

Douma muttered to himself as he looked around at the beautiful area around him that he had always took for granted. Vines tangled around polls and the ceilings as flowers and trees alike were spread all over the area, leaving a fresh aroma that could calm even the most stressed being down.

Y/n looked around with enchantment in her sparkling e/c eyes. It was so lovely even magical to her as she had only ever dreamed of doing this with a father. At certain times when y/n saw a pretty flower she would ask douma what kind it was. He enjoyed her curiosity with passion, smiling at her softly like that of a father when they were proud of their child.

"Papa, what's that flower?"

Y/n tugged on her father's shirt as she pointed to a blue flower that was laying on top of a pond, surrounding it was lily pads and and gorgeous petals of the other blue flowers.

"That's a lotus, dear."

He was surprised that the lotus had caught her eye, even though their quite vibrant it was a great coincidence because his blood demon art had lotus included in it. He then had an idea spark in his mind as he walked over to said pond, having y/n raise an eyebrow. He bent over slightly as he then grabbed the lotus from the pond, then putting it in Y/n's hair. Her face brightened from the vibrant blue flower as she smiled with joy.

"Thank you papa, you're the best!"

Y/n hugged douma as he then did the same himself, quite shocked from her sudden action.

Suddenly an old man came running towards their direction with sweat on his brow, he stopped running when he was a few inches away from the startled two, he caught he breath before talking.

"My lord, I've gotten the 15 woman you requested upon me."

He said tiredly as he bowed his head.

"Oh, how wonderful!"

Douma exclaimed with a fake smile, he was aggravated by the interruption as he began followers the elderly man out the green house.

When they finally arrived in front of douma's room, the old man opened the door with a bow as douma went inside, his gaze meeting the 15 young girls that were sitting down on the wooden floors. Douma walked passed them, not making eye contact with anyone as he set Y/n down on his bean bags. He got his fan out and in an instant, the 15 girls heads with slashed off their now limp bodys that laid on the blood soaked floor. Douma then clasped his hands together as he then looked at y/n.

"Dinner time!"

He exclaimed with a closed eye smile. Y/n hopped off the bean bag and sat on the floor, beginning to eat the corpses. She felt a dark aura behind her and turned her head to see douma with crossed arms.

"Now where are your manners, young lady?"

"I'm sorry.."

Y/n pouted as she put down a womans arm she had in her hands.

"Its fine, just don't do it again.."

He then sat down and began eating, himself.

After around 30 minutes, all that was left was skeletons as douma put them in his closet where all the other skeletons he had collected lied.

Y/n was on his bed as she then threw her pillow at him, it had hit him on the back of his head as he stumbled forward, turning his head to look at her.

"Playful are we?"

He then ran to her and grabbed a pillow himself, beginning a pillow fight that lasted almost the whole night.

In the morning, one of douma's followers that usually waited for him to get up so she could bring him a fresh pair of clothes was starting to get worried because he had never been late to get to his cult duties ever! She decided to go inside to check it out, as she opened the door she saw him and his daughter in bed cuddling together sound asleep with the bed all messed up.

The end.

Word count: 1907