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mitsvriii · 11 months

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Attraction

TW’s: angst throughout half of the fic, self-doubting

Pairings: one sided! Obanai Iguro x reader, Obanai Iguro x Mitsuri Kanroji, Giyu Tomioka x reader

Word count: 1.11k (first 1k+ piece!)

A/N: Sorry if characters are ooc, this is my first time writing for them. All images are from the KnY manga.

Part 2

Tags: @imyourbrokenfridge

You knew that it was stupid. To have a crush on the Serpent Hashira of all things. He had the personality of a brick, in the kind words of Muichiro, and was only nice to Mitsuri much to your dismay. But that didn't seem to stop you from trying to get close to him.

You tried to give him bentos, tried to see if he wanted to spar with you, tried to see if he'd like to accompany you to go get some ramen...hell, you even tried to see if he wanted to sit next to you in the pillar meetings. Your tries were all in vain however, as the answer was always the same.

"Mitsuri already gave me one."

"Mitsuri and I are going to spar actually."

"Mitsuri and I already went to get ramen this morning."

"Mitsuri and I are sitting next to each other, as always. Of course you'd forget that."

No matter how many times you heard his answers, they always seemed to hurt. You never gave up though, you always ignored the sympathetic look Shinobu gave you when you went to ask her if you could give Obanai his medicine for his wounds. You ignored the look that Sanemi gave you whenever you chased after Iguro after a meeting. And poor Kyojuro having to grab your wrist and reminding you that Iguro was out with Mitsuri whenever you were searching for him.

It was pathetic to put it bluntly. Chasing after Iguro like he was the only man alive. Uzui himself had even told you it was a lost cause, but you didn't care. Because to you he was one of the prettiest people you've ever seen, his heterochromia eyes and his crow-colored hair that you knew had to be soft was just two of the features that you liked about him. If only they carried over to his personality, though.

You sighed as you shifted on the bench, trying to stop thinking about Iguro. God...why did you have to fall for the guy that already had his eyes set on someone else. And it didn't help that it was Mitsuri either. She was the perfect in your eyes, strong, sweet, beautiful, and social. Obanai must've thought so, too, or else he wouldn't act like a puppy around her.

You knew it wasn't worth it to confess, and if you did it for closure you're positive Obanai would only make you feel worse. He might not look like it at first glance, but his tongue is sharper than his katana and it cuts like it, too. If you were Mitsuri you'd confess faster than your heart could beat. But you weren't and that was the entire problem.

You thought of how everyone was telling you to stop throughout looks and actions the entire time, but you were too lovesick to see it. Kyojuro, Uzui, and Shinobu were persistent on telling you to stop. Muichiro, Samemi, and Gyomei could only sigh as they watched and listen to your conversations...even though you couldn't even call them that. They were just basic greetings and questions, nothing special.

Your brows furrowed in thought when one name didn't come to mind. Giyu didn't ever try to stop you, did he? No..he didn't. In fact, you don't think you've even seen him in the past couple of days. Did he really go away because of how you acted? You wouldn't put it past him, he once left the hashira meeting early because he had to sit next to Sanemi during it.

"Hi."

You snapped out of your thoughts and lifted your head. Speak of the devil, it was Giyu.

"Do you mind if I sit?"

"Oh um, no", you watched as he sat down, holding a bento in his hand. Was he here to comfort you or something?

"You weren't at lunch", Giyu spoke, turning to look at you, "So I brought this for you." He held out the bento for you to take, a pair of chopsticks on top on it, turning his head away shyly.

"Oh, thank you Tomioka-sama", you took the bento and chopsticks from his hands. Opening it you saw that it had your favorite dish in it. How did he know that? You don't remember telling him.

Giyu sat in silence as he watched you eat, scanning your face to see if you liked it. The way you sighed and relaxed seemed that you did. He smiled softly, although it was gone as fast as it had appeared.

"Obanai's an idiot", he spoke, still looking at you.

"What?" you turned to look at him, placing the bento down onto your lap.

"He's an idiot, and has the personality of a brick", Giyu answered, a look of what seemed to be disgust on his face.

Oh, so that's where Muichiro got it from.

"Honestly don't know what Mitsuri sees in him, he's rude to everyone but her", Giyu continued, glancing back at you, "I can't believe he didn't pay any mind to you."

"What do you mean?" You were still confused, you didn't think yourself to be interesting in anyone's eyes.

Giyu sighed before looking at you, a slight pink dusting his cheeks, "You're beautiful and kind...I don't know how anyone couldn't be interested in you."

Your mouth parted into an "o" shape as you stared at Giyu. He wasn't kidding, he thought you were worth someone's time. And did he distance himself from you because he thought that you were interested in Obanai? It would be most likely.

"Tomioka-sama...do you like me?" Although your question was simple, it got Giyu red as he looked away. He nodded his head softly, still avoiding your gaze.

You both stayed silent. You couldn't believe that the stone-faced Water Hashira could get so flustered over someone. You broke the silence.

"How long?"

Giyu turned to look at you slightly, "Four months."

Your eyes widened. Four months? You hadn't even been crushing on Obanai for that long.

"Tomio-Giyu. I think I might like you too."

As bad as it sounded your attention was brought to Giyu first. Then as you adjusted to being the Frost Hashira Obanai came to catch your gaze. Maybe it was something about black-headed people that caught your attention.

"Would you...like to go get some ramen?...To see if you'd like to do it more often?" Giyu asked, his blush fading into a pink.

"I would love to Giyu", you replied with earnest.

Giyu gave a small smile as he got up and reached out his hand, inviting you to take it. And you took it as you both walked, both of your walks a little more energetic.

#obanai iguro #giyu tomioka #mitsuri kanjori #obanai x reader #giyu x reader #angst to fluff #demon slayer x reader #one sided attraction #obamitsu #giyuu x reader #obanai x you #giyuu x you #iguro x reader #iguro x mitsuri #kimetsu no yaiba

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xuzuitengenx · 11 months

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Iguro Obanai x Top!Male Reader Oneshot (Wattpad)

Title: "Not her."

Genre—Angst

AU—Modern Au

Quick Info: M/N and Mitsuri are siblings

Iguro was sitting in his and his fiance's dining room at 2am, waiting for his fiancée to come home as this was an unusual behavior for him.

Iguro perked up at the sound of keys jiggling as the front door unlocks. Getting up from the table and walking over to the front door where he saw the (H/C) hair male taking off his shoes.

"Where have you been, M/N?" He asks, crossing his arms.

"Out with friends. Thinking." He gave a short answer, walking pass the shorter male to the kitchen. As M/N walked passed Iguro, Iguro didn't smell a strong scent of alcohol so he knew that M/N wasn't drunk.

"Thinking about what that made you come home at 2?" He said, annoyance heard in his voice as he followed M/N to the kitchen.

M/N didn't answer as he opened the refrigerator, looking for something for him to heat up and eat.

Iguro was growing more annoyed when M/N didn't and still haven't gave him an answer.

"M/N-" Iguro was about to raise his voice at M/N before M/N finally gave him an answer.

"I was thinking about us." M/N said, closing the refrigerator as he looked at Iguro who now had a confused expression.

M/N sighed as he gave up on trying to find something to eat and started to walk towards the bedroom. Of course, Iguro started following him while he asked what he meant.

"Iguro, I don't want to talk about it. Let's go to sleep, okay?"

"No, not unless you tell me what you meant." Iguro walked up to M/N who was picking his clothes to go to sleep in.

"I said I don't want to talk about it." M/N repeated, walking to the bathroom that they had in the bedroom.

"Just tell me what you mean, M/N-!"

"Fine! I know you don't love me!" M/N yelled as he turned around to Iguro as Iguro didn't expect his outburst and what he had to say.

"W..what?"

"Yeah. I know you don't, from the time we have been together." M/N said, throwing his clothes on the bed and looked back at Iguro.

"M/N, I.." Iguro started, but was cut off by M/N.

"Don't bother, Iguro. We were getting married and you still haven't said the words 'I love you' to me.. Years of being together and still nothing. It hurts, not getting an 'I love you' back after having the courage to say it in the first place!"

Iguro listened what M/N had to say, knowing that its true and what stuck with him was the word "were".

"That's not the worse part.. I know you don't love me, but I know you love her.." M/N says, sadness in his voice instantly heard.

Iguro had a shocked look on his face when M/N said that. Shaking his head and was about to talk and again, was cut off.

"I seen the way you look at her.. The way you look at my sister is the way I look at you. You don't want me, you want her." M/N's voice was slowly going lower as he talked.

Deep down, Iguro knew that M/N wasn't wrong.

He loved Mitsuri.

"I know I'm not her and you know, but I really wanted us to have a chance over the years, y'know. A small possibility that you love me, but you dated to me because of Mitsuri." M/N says, pushing away that the fact his heart was hurting as he talked, facing the truth.

"Iguro, I'm letting you go. We are done and you should be with her..." M/N says, sadly smiling before walking over to the bed and grabs his clothes, mumbling that he is going to sleep at his friend's place.

Iguro stood there, stunned. He didn't know what to do, but to slowly accept the fact that he and M/N are done.

Yes, he did love Mitsuri, so why he felt tears in his eyes and his heart breaking?

He is free. He is free to go to the one he loves, but why does he want to chase M/N?

Does he love M/N? If he did, it was already too late as he heard the door closed loudly.

#dom male reader #male reader #mature #seme male reader #top male reader #x male reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x male reader #kny x male reader #kny x reader #obanai iguro #iguro obanai #iguro obanai x reader #angst

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haikyuubby · 11 months

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Hello! I hope ur having a great day/night! I would like to request a Obanai x fem reader, and the reader gets jealous and insecure of mitsuri since Obanai always seems to prefer her over reader. Reader and Obanai are dating, and reader feels like she isn’t good enough. Angst to fluff please! Sry if it was way too specific.

Ty!!!<33

great request! i appreciate it :)

jealousy, jealousy ; 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❆ , ❀ - 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 , 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥!

you loved your boyfriend, obanai. you’d do anything for him, but you felt that he wouldn’t do the same for you.

you always noticed how much he hung out with mitsuri. they were both hashira, so it’s understandable. eventually though, you started to get jealous. you realized that he was hanging out with her more than you.

what really did it for you though, is when he canceled plans with you to hang out with mitsuri.

“Obanai, are you serious right now? We’ve had these plans for two weeks! I’ve waited and waited until you had a day off to spend some quality time with you!” you yelled, tired of him.

“I know, but Mitsuri-“

“Mitsuri this, Mitsuri that. God, you never shut up about that girl. I’m starting to think that you have a crush on her!”

“…What?” he sounds genuinely confused, but you were too angry to even hear him out.

“Don’t go playing dumb, you always hang out with her! It’s like your mind has shifted completely from me to her. Incase you forgot, I AM your girlfriend.” tears starts to fill your eyes, but you stand your ground.

“The only reason that we “hang out” is because we’re both in the Corps. Don’t be like that...” he says.

the tears in your eyes are begging to fall, but you quickly wipe them away.

“…and I’m one of the only people that waits for her to finish eating her meals. She eats a lot, we both know that. That’s the only time that we hang out, and I wait out of respect.” he admits.

“Still, that doesn’t explain why you’re canceling our plans now! Am I not good enough for you or something?!” you say, letting all the tears fall.

obanai walks up to you and grabs your hand.

“Y/n. Look at me.” he says while gently grabbing your face.

“You’re more than enough for me. I didn’t think you cared if I canceled our plans because you’ve seemed distant lately. Is that why?” he asks.

you take a minute to process what he said, before responding.

“That’s exactly why. She’s so beautiful too and cool-“

“Stop. I think you’re beautiful. You’re the only woman I see like that. You should’ve came to me sooner about all this.” he says.

“I will make more time for you, y/n. I’m sorry.” he says while holding your hand.

“I’ll accept your apology if you cancel those plans you had with her.” you say.

“I already did after you said I had a “crush” on her. Really, y/n?”

“You’re one to talk. Anytime I talk to one of your little pillar friends you always get so jealous. It’s only fair.”

“I’ll work on that, but next time,” he starts while pulling you into a hug. “come to me as soon as you feel that way, about anything or anyone.”

i hug him back with a small “Okay.” and we start to get ready for our date.

The plan was to go into town, and find a nice restaurant to eat at, then back home to spend some good quality time together. (😊)

After you two got into town and found a nice restaurant you realized that he cares for you a lot, but you were still a little upset about earlier.

“Obanai” you say.

“Hm?”

“When we get home, I think you owe me something. To make me feel better for earlier.” you innocently say.

“What do you mean?“

“I think you know exactly what I mean.”

he turns away so you knew that his face got red.

“Don’t say stuff like that to me in public, y/n…” he says, barely above a whisper.

you moved closer to him and whispered “I hope you’re not tired, Obanai.”

you loved making him flustered like this. plus, now y’all got something to look forward to in a few hours.

let’s just say that that night, you made sure that he would never crush on another woman that’s not you.

#obanai x reader #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer angst #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba obanai

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midnightwriter21 · 2 months

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OHHH DEMON SLAYER PEEPSSSSS

ARE YALL READY FOR SOME HEARTBREAKING ANGST????? 😈😈😈😈😈

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer headcanons #anime #sanemi shinazugawa #tengen uzui #sanemi #obanai iguro #giyuu tomioka #angst

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xxlady-lunaxx · 16 days

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OBANAI HEADCANON!

He’s the type to rarely say “I love you” because of his past (spoilers ahead!)

I feel like his family would’ve said things like “This is for your own good!” and “Dw we love you a lot<3” and “It won’t hurt, i promise”—which were, of course, all empty promises

lies.

so Obanai wouldn’t see much in the use of words; finding them worthless in ways of affection

If his S/O said “I love you”

he would say, “prove it.” every time, just to make sure that it was true

he shows affection in gifts, devotion, touch, etc, but words? sorry, he doesn’t know how to make them function

at one point, his s/o would wonder if he truly loved the, bc he never said it—it’d go something like:

“Are you sure you love me?”

—Obanai nodded, his bandages unraveling as he tugged on them, letting them sit on his shoulders.

“You never tell me that you do.”

—“I… do,” Obanai murmured. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, to your neck, your cheek.

“Can you just say it? ‘I love you’?”

—“…why?”

“Do you not?”

—“I do,” he insisted, “I do.” His hands cupped your face, he pulled you closer, pressing a fleeting kiss to your lips.

“I want to hear you say it… Please?”

—“I…” He hesitated. Fine. “I love you. I do. Okay? Better?”

“I love you too.”

—He nuzzled into your neck, closing his eyes. He hummed in response.

Sooo not very verbal in affection :3

also he’s bad at it since he can never find positive words for himself, never believing words he hears others say about himself if they’re good

so he can’t think of any that he could say and come across meaning a thousand times more than he can put into words

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xcalciumx · 1 year

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Priority | Mitsuri Kanroji x Reader x Obanai Iguro

Word Count | 4.0k

Warnings | Mentions of blood ig. No spoilers. Mentions of Doma (ew.) ANGST i didn’t mean for it to be, but it is what it is. Tears. Drama.

Summary | After a mission goes wrong, you’re left to battle with something far worse than a demon: your emotions. Or in which Mitsuri and Obanai are kinda in love with you but you’re kinda broken.

part one | part two

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Your ribs trembled as you struggled to stay upright, each inhale more painful than the last. The wracking pain in your lungs gave way to the harrowing coughs leaving your lips as you wobbled precariously on your feet. The coppery tang of blood invaded your nose, ears ringing.

In front of you, the demon pranced about with his golden fans.

A particularly harsh cough burst forth from your throat, your hand gripping the nichirin sword in your grasp tighter as you propelled your feet forwards. Gotta keep moving. Can’t stop moving. The dewy grass beneath you turned to dust as you narrowly avoided another one of the demon’s attacks. You took a wide berth around the demon's form, trying to allow time for you to control your breathing. It became glaringly clear that this was no inconvenience for the monster.

“Now, now. Why put up such a fight?” The white-haired beast crooned, his eyes tracking your every move as you came to a stop, legs no longer able to fully support you. “If it’s any consolation, you’re not the first hashira I’ve killed. Oh no, far from the first. You know, you’re very pretty. It would be an honour to carry you with me for eternity…”

A crazed look crept onto the demon's face as you ground your teeth together, shaking your head to clear away the dark vignette bordering your vision. You ignored the throbbing pain in your ankle, forcing yourself not to stop. Every inch of you screamed for reprieve - begged for mercy. But you could not give in.

You had long since discarded your blood soaked haori, your sword was one strong blow from breaking and your vision was swimming with big black, ink-like blots.

You knew that one wrong move would spell the end.

Under the moon's guidance, you sought far into your soul, searching for a way to get out of this alive. Anything. From the deep nothingness of your mind popped a face, much like your own.

“My darling baby. Don’t stop. Never stop.” You blinked blearily at the person in front of you. Were you hallucinating? Is this what death felt like? Two warm hands cupped your cheeks, and suddenly you felt four years old again. “You need to snap out of it. You’re not going to die - not my girl. Not today.”

Your mothers voice was ringing in your ears. But as you went to grab for her, she vanished, leaving only the forest and carnage behind. A sob bubbled out of your mouth, wet tears dripping down your cheeks and mixing with your blood like some twisted painting. It had been too long since you had seen your family. Since they had…you vanquished the thought. You must have looked like a wreck as your gaze pinned onto the demon. His eyes widened in a childlike wonderment, his lips curling into a soft frown.

“Tears? Human emotion -”

You didn’t let him finish his monologue. Mustering all the strength left in your body, you darted forward, hair whipping everywhere as you recited the forms that you had said a thousand times before. A slicing pain came from your abdomen but you paid it no mind, just like the rest of the cuts and bruises now littering your body. You got closer and closer, each breath hurting like a jagged knife to the heart. But you didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. The final words of your twelfth form ripped from your lips and you barely registered as you swung your sword in an arc above your head. You were so close. The demon's neck was so close. From here, it would be like cutting cheese. It should’ve been like cutting cheese.

Solid force bashed against your sword, a loud metal THWANG echoing through the silent woods. Blood rained over you like a shower, hands shaking as you severed through the demon’s neck. The momentum drove you forward, and you were left stumbling onto your knees, head smashing against a rocky outcrop. Screaming was impossible, your throat felt so raw and stripped of skin that even muttering became impossible. Your body was on fire, burning you apart from your toes to your scalp. You couldn’t keep up your constant breathing anymore, lungs constricting rapidly inside your shuddering form. Something sharp poked inside of you. Maybe a broken rib or two or six. You could feel that your ankles were both broken, and your arms were like cooked ramen, floppy and useless.

The stars in the sky dimmed, or maybe that was just your vision slowly fading. Whatever it was, you welcomed the darkness. With the upper moon dead, you could resign yourself to death peacefully, knowing that you’d contributed to the efforts to defeat Muzan Kibitsuji. Or that’s what you thought.

“Oh my, you sure are stubborn.” Said a voice, breaking through the hazy cloud that had settled over your mind. “You nearly got me, you know? Pity that your sword couldn’t keep it up any longer.”

Terror hugged you like a ghost. He wasn’t dead. You hadn’t killed him. That sound…it had been your sword breaking. It didn’t make sense. You had felt the blood spraying your skin, had felt the sword cutting through his flesh. How…?

“Don’t be afraid, little one. You will live on through me. Or well, in me.” The demon was giggling to himself, his pants brushing against your corp uniform as you lay broken on the ground. You had lost. This was the end. All your efforts had been null. You should’ve known that you would never truly make it as a demon slayer. The only reason you had made it this far was luck. If the universe hadn’t been playing its stupid tricks, then you would have been massacred like the rest of your family.

Yeah, so much for being a Hashira.

Laying on the cold grass, you questioned how you had ever been strong enough to qualify as a pillar. To be considered ‘the best of the best’. What a load of crap.

You couldn’t feel your legs, or your arms. Something heavy was pressing against your back and suddenly your body was forced to its feet. The arms looped under yours were the only thing keeping you standing. As much as you wanted to fight, you physically couldn’t. Hours had already passed since the upper moon first arrived. What you first thought was a simple mission had escalated far more than you could ever imagine. It was only you and him; everyone else was dead or well on their way. Your heart cried for the junior members of the corps. They hadn’t stood a chance.

Dark. Everything was so dark. Sharp tingles of pain were creeping up your neck, your body felt like it was being moulded into something else.

Dark. The dark was here.

You couldn’t die like this.

Dark.

Tears were streaming down your face. Were they? Maybe you were just imagining it.

Cold.

You needed to fight. You needed to fight. You needed to fight.

Tired.

The most you could do was pry a single eye open.

Through your squinting vision, you saw the large white moon, so far away up in the sky. The trees whistled with the wind, swaying gently in your peripheral. The demon was elsewhere. Behind you? Was that what the pain radiating from your back was? Maybe. Maybe not. You didn’t know. Everything was numb. A voice whispered into the shell of your ear.

“I can hear your heart slowing down…you sure don’t wanna die, huh?”

You stared forwards, towards the trees. Was there someone there? What was that sound?

A warm hand clasped yours. You couldn’t see her, but you knew your mum had come back. And she was tugging, tugging. Tugging you away somewhere. You let your eye fall shut again, just wanting this to be over. Your mum was taking you home, everything would be okay.

No. Something muttered deep in the black depths of your mind. Look.

“I just want this to stop,” you tried to say back, but your vocal strings were fried, your life was slowly slipping from your grasp.

The voice came again, this time with a fiery barrage of anger.

Look.

So you did.

Your gaze narrow and shaky, you watched as a roaring snake blocked out the moon. And there was pink, pink everywhere. The pressure on your back suddenly disappeared and your body was left to tumble to the ground. This time, nothing could stop your descent into darkness.

“Mmh,” a groan rumbled in your chest. The ground was rapidly moving beneath you, your arms deadweight on your chest. You were floating - no, someone was carrying you. You tried to move your body, but the flaring pain immediately stopped you.

“We’re nearly there,” a quiet voice mumbled somewhere above you. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would have flinched at the sudden noise. Where were you? What was happening?

Peeking your eyes open, you managed to make out the mismatched coloured eyes of the man carrying you. Something silky slid along your neck.

You tried to say his name but failed, eyes blinking once, twice and then falling shut again as the darkness returned.

The next time you woke up, it was to a dimly lit room. A plush pillow was situated under your head and a soft blanket was draped loosely over your lower half. Your whole body ached like a buttcheek on a stick, that was for sure. When you tried to move your legs, nothing happened. Your eyes grew wide, but you winced, your skin feeling tender around your left eye. Huffing a breath, you wiggled your way so that you could sit upright, staring in horror at your legs. Were you…?

“Don't get ahead of yourself. Your legs are in casts for now, they’re just broken.”

Head whipping to the side, you saw Shinobu situated off to the side of your bed. You gaped like a fish, eyes darting between her and your unresponsive legs. A small smile covered her lips.

When you tried to speak, your mouth was too dry. You only managed to cough.

The Insect Hashira got the hint, picking up a glass of water from the bedside table. You took it graciously in trembling hands, gulping down the liquid like a dry sponge. It became clear that you were about to choke, and Shinobu did nothing as you did just that, water sputtering from your lips as you hacked up your lungs. When your coughing fit finally ended, you handed the glass back, slumping unceremoniously back onto the pillows. The room stayed silent for a moment, your heavy breathing occupying the space. You were in the Butterfly mansion, that much was clear. However, you didn't know how. The last thing you remember, you were on the cusp of death and hallucinating some wacky-ass snake covered in love hearts.

“How…” you rasped, making eye contact with Shinobu. “How’d I get here? Am I dead?”

Shinobu stifled a giggle into her haori, magenta hair flying around as she shook her head no. She smiled at you, getting up from her seated position.

“Well, Obanai and Mitsuri brought you back here. Poor girl was crying too much to explain what happened and you know how that damn Snake Hashira is.”

You narrowed your eyes, trying hard to remember the past events. As you did, Shinobu made her way to the door. You raised a brow in question, but she only smiled again and slipped out of the room, silence following in her wake. You groaned. So much for asking questions.

For the next couple of minutes, you dwelled on your thoughts, eyes slowly drooping shut. Just when you thought you would fall back asleep, the door to the room burst open. Loud yelling instantly invaded your ears.

“Yahhh! You’re awake, oh, you’re awake! Do you know how scared I was? Oh! You were bleeding everywhere and you wouldn’t respond when we were saying your name! I thought you were dead. I thought you…” You could only blink in shock at the love hashira. Her yelling quickly quieted down to sobs as she ran over to wrap her arms around your neck. Gargantuan tears rolled off her face and onto your prone form. “Never do that again, okay! When Obanai and I found you, we thought we were too late. Nyahh, why would you fight an upper moon demon alone you dummy!” The crying girl reached a new crescendo as she started yelling again, her voice causing a new throbbing to start up in the back of your head.

“Okay, ‘Suri. I’m alright,” you whispered, hoping to soothe her screaming. Two big green eyes stared at you for a moment, a steady stream of tears still rolling from them. She went to open her mouth again but you sighed, reaching a hand to stroke her bubblegum hair back from her face. A red tint now accompanied the wet stains on her cheeks. She bit her lip hard, eyes darting all over your face before she wailed one last time and slumped over you like a cat.

Internally, you cried at the pressure that she put on your ribs, but covered it with a small smile on your face.

“Oi, you’re hurting her.”

Mitsuri leaped off of you in an instant, hands covering her mouth. With her no longer obscuring your view of the room, you could see Obanai stood motionless in the doorway. He quietly entered, closing the door behind him. His dull eyes roved your form for a second, before settling on your face.

“How do you feel?”

You bit your lip to stop from saying how you really felt. That was, complete and utter shit. Instead, you managed a small grin, watching as he came to sit on the edge of the bed. Mitsuri followed, climbing up onto the sheets and snuggling up close.

“Fine. How long have I been out?”

Mitsuri hung onto your arm for dear life, and you watched as her bottom lip wobbled.

“Two weeks now. I didn’t know if you were ever gonna wake up.” She said sadly, burrowing her head into the nook of your neck. From the side of your eye, you watched as Obanai rolled his eyes at the girl's words. With your free hand, you patted the love hashira on the back, hoping it gave her some sense of comfort. Craning your neck to the side, you averted your stare back to the Serpent Hashira, knowing he’d at least answer some of your questions without bursting into tears.

“What happened back there? I mean, I thought I was dead for sure.” You ended your words with a small laugh, but he didn’t seem to find them very funny.

“When Kanroji and I arrived, that demon was absorbing you from behind.” That explained the numbness in your back. “You looked as good as dead, hell you were dead. But somehow we managed to ward him off long enough to grab you and get you back here.”

He stopped talking, gaze assessing the look on your face. At your prolonged silence, Mitsuri popped her head up to look at your expression. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“You didn’t kill it?” you asked slowly. Next to you, Mitsuri gulped. Obanai just looked at you. “You let it get away?” You insisted, neck cracking as you raised up onto your weak forearms. Mitsuri uttered words of warning but you ignored them, brows pulled tightly together. Your eyes flew between your fellow hashira, lips opening and closing in disbelief.

“That wasn’t the priority.” Obanai said simply. Your eyes focused on him. Besides you, Mitsuri hummed her agreement.

“Why?” you growled. “How was that not the priority? I fought that damn demon for hours. Okay? Hours. The two of you together could have beat him no problem, upper moon or not. And what, you just let it get away? This is our job! This is what we do! If we don’t kill these demons when we get the chance, how the hell are we supposed to ever stop Muzan, huh? Ubayashiki won’t be happy to hear this. I’m not happy to hear this!”

Mitsuri ducked her head, but Obanai’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Ubayashiki knows.”

You grit your teeth. “‘He knows’, that’s all you're gonna say? Why not explain your actions then! Explain why you let an upper moon get away when you were in the prime position to kill it!”

The raven haired man stayed silent this time, eyes finally falling to his lap.

But you weren’t done with this, no way. A heavy pressure bared down on your chest, stopping you from getting full lungfuls of air. All the pain did was remind you of what happened. Remind you that you nearly died. And for what? What did you almost die for, if the demon got away in the end? You said exactly this, watching as the two avoided meeting your eye.

“I swear to god,” you seethed. “You better tell me that you know where that demon went, or so help me…”

The silence gave you your answer.

Mitsuri sat up fully, eyes brimming with fresh tears. She took hold of your hand, bringing it close to her chest.

“We did it for you,” she babbled, tugging on the sleeve of your hospital jacket. “Please don’t be angry.”

You wrenched your hand away.

“Well I am! I am angry! How can you say -”

“Stop it,” Obanai suddenly snapped. Both Mitsuri and you shot your eyes to where he was now standing up. His gaze had hardened, fists clenched by his side. “Don’t get mad at her. She did nothing wrong. We had two options: kill the demon or save your life. Now, I don’t know if you have some suicidal tendencies or something but we made our decision and we chose you. It’s up to you if you can accept that or not, but there’s no going back, so just stop.”

“Obanai…” Mitsuri whispered but he kept his steely glare directed at you.

“That’s the problem,” you hissed, recovering from your initial shock. Out of all the hashira, Iguro was one of the quietest - rarely did he raise his voice or get angry like this. Nevermind that though, the beating in your head and the irritation you felt urged you on. “You made a dumb choice. That demon is gonna go and he’s gonna kill hundreds of more people. Why? Because you had a severe lapse in judgement? Is that why, Obanai?”

Obanai met your words head on, his eyes narrowing.

“Maybe it was a dumb decision,” he growled. “But it was our decision. Mitsuri and I. We chose you. You were more important in that moment. What about that can’t you understand?”

“Oh, I understand perfectly fine! I understand that there are two incompetent hashira among us that don’t understand where their priorities should lay. How's that for understanding?”

Mitsuri gasped quietly next to you but you didn’t dare tear your gaze away from the serpent hashira. If you could have seen his mouth, you swore he’d have been sneering at you in this moment. You watched as he took a few deep breaths, eyes shutting in what looked like exasperation.

“You.” He declared lowly. “You are our priority. And I am not going to apologise for saving you. Nor is Mitsuri. So, get. over. it.” The last words sounded like they were spoken through gritted teeth. Your nostrils flared.

“I am not your priority.” You argued, eyes blazing.

“That is not up to you to decide.”

“No? Well I just did! If you think… “ you started, voice beginning to rise. “If you think that my life is more important than taking down Muzan, then you're delusional. You’re crazy!”

“Do not put words in my mouth!” Obanai hissed back, Kaburamaru copying this sentiment.

Your eyes shot open as you laughed mockingly. “I’m not putting anything but the truth in your mouth!”

“Stop it!” Mitsuri cried, now standing as well. “Stop it, the both of you!”

Both your heads whipped towards the pink haired girl, who now had her hands clasped together as if she were about to get on her knees and beg.

“Mitsuri,” Obanai said softly, his tone doing a complete 180. “It’s her, not me.”

It’s a miracle your neck didn’t break at the speed in which you turned to glower at him. Your throat, still not completely healed, scratched with every word.

“Me? Are you kidding? It’s ME?” You were hysterical at this point.

Obanai didn’t concede.

“I don’t understand what your problem is. Really. This is pointless. What you’re saying is pointless!”

You were going to murder this man. You were going to have to commit seppuku for the war crimes that you were about to commit against him.

“Why!” You finally exploded. “I just want to know why you think saving me was your priority! Especially, when we both know that the right thing to do would’ve been to ditch me and kill that son-of-a bitch!”

This time, Obanai didn’t respond. You were panting, glare prominent on your face. Your ribs were hurting and all the shouting hadn’t helped the headache you were sporting. Off to the side, Mitsuri whimpered.

“Tell her, Obanai,” she murmured. He glared at her, then at you.

“No.” He said.

“Tell her,” she urged again.

You could quickly feel the rage swelling in your belly.

“Tell me what?” you croaked, voice ran raw. You wanted to shout and scream and demand answers, but you were so tired.

Obanai stayed quiet. Your eyes darted to Mitsuri now, who squeaked at whatever she saw in your gaze. Her hands fumbled nervously with the front of her uniform, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. She shot a look at Obanai.

“We, um…” she started. On your other side, Obanai said something quietly. You didn’t hear, but Mitsuri clearly did as she grew a determined look on her face.

“‘Suri…” You warned.

No one spoke for a moment, before…

“We love you!” Mitsuri wailed, volume going unchecked as her face turned as red as hot coal.

You blinked, suddenly stumped for words. “Huh, you mean…Huh?”

Mitsuri started to cry again for whatever reason. You could only stare dumbly.

“I love you,” Mitsuri babbled between sobs. “He loves you too but he won’t say it!” She continued to cry.

When you looked back at Obanai, he refused to meet your eye.

A sudden knock on the door shocked you out of your stupor. Shinobu peeked her head inside, but immediately stopped as she took in all of your faces. Without a word, she quickly retreated, door slamming shut.

The room went dead silent, aside from Mitsuri’s quiet sniffles as she tried to gain control over her emotions.

Slowly, you started to speak, directing your words at Obanai as you did.

“Tell me that’s not true. It’s just Mitsuri being Mitsuri, right? Right.” He still didn’t look at you, silently shaking his head. You felt your chin wobble. “Don’t say that,” you protested. “Don’t say that!” You grew angry again, poking a finger into the snake pillar's chest. Your body turned to Mitsuri. “‘Suri you don’t mean that. Don’t say that, please. Please.”

She only smiled sadly. One of her hands reached out as if to comfort you, but you backed away into the pillow behind you. Your eyes widened in horror.

“Get out,” you crowed. “Get out, now!”

“What?” Mitsuri whispered.

“Get out of my room.” You stated, curling in on yourself. Mitsuri stepped forward, looking as though she didn’t know what to do with herself. Her eyes stared into yours, but it was like she wasn’t actually seeing you.

“You don’t mean that. You’re just tired, you need time to recover. You don’t… After everything, you can’t possibly mean to say…”

You choked on a sob, pulling the blankets higher over you. Bound by the cast, you did what you could to turn away from the both of them. Mitsuri said your name one last time but you covered your ears, tears finally springing into your eyes.

“Get out…” you murmured, too tired to do anything. Too tired to beg or yell or cry.

You heard as Obanai moved, saying something quietly to Mitsuri. Footsteps, then the door to your room closed and you were left all alone again.

Alone.

Maybe that’s all you’d ever be.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Do we want a part two to this? I kinda do lol

part two is out!!

#demon slayer #kny fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #poly!demon slayer #angst #mitsuri x reader x obanai #x reader #mitsuri kanroji #obanai iguro #love hurts #aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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slayfics · 7 months

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We’re not Just Friends

Series featuring Muichiro, Obanai, and Reader

Muichiro and Obanai show up at your estate.

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Chapter 11

You enjoyed the breeze outside finally starting to relax a bit when you noticed two figures in the distance. One approaching from your left and the other from your right. It took you a second to register that what you were seeing wasn't a figment of your imagination.

Muichiro and Obanai were indeed both approaching your estate. Before you could even register something to say to the two boys, they had noticed each other first.

"Why are you here Iguro?" Muichiro spat at Obanai with immense disdain in his voice.

"I could ask you the same thing Tokito," Obanai responded back. "Although, I imagine it's to make them cry again isn't it. That's all you ever seem to do."

Muichiro winced at Obanai's words. He had made you cry? So, you had run to Obanai for comfort after all those mean things he said to you. No wonder your relationship with him had grown so quickly.

"I really made you cry?" Muichiro said turning to look at you.

"Are you really that unaware that you never noticed the weight your words carry to them?! I knew you were a brat, but I didn't know you were clueless too," Obanai huffed.

Muichiro had enough of Obanai's words. Obanai wasn't allowing him to say even a word to you causing his frustration to get the better of him. And this time, Gyomei wasn't there to break them up.

Muichiro unsheathed his sword and plunged at Obanai once more. Obanai instantly reacted and counter attacked.

You stood on the porch completely dumbfounded as to what was going on. Why was Obanai being so harsh to Muichiro right now? Muichiro was usually so calm, how was he giving in to his frustrations and attacking another Hashira? Why had either of them even come to your place in the first place?

You knew you had to do something, but they were so fast you could barely keep your eye on them. The only solution you saw was a dangerous one, but you had to do it.

Without taking a moment further to contemplate the repercussions you ran out into the middle of the two Hashira's.

Both Muichiro and Obanai come to a halt with their attacks. Either of them just missing you by nearly fractions of a centimeter. Halting their attacks suddenly caused them both to crash on to the floor.

"What the hell is going on?!" You exclaimed.

"I'm not going to let this damn brat insult you anymore!" Obanai said with venom in his voice.

"I'm not here to insult them! I'm here to apologize!" Muichiro yelled back with tears forming in his eyes.

Obanai's eyes widened. He was here to apologize? As long as Obanai had known Muichiro he had never once apologized for anything he ever said. No matter how tactless and harsh his tongue was. Muichiro just never seemed to care how he came off to others. Until now.

The two Hashira just stared at you for an uncomfortable amount of time. What the hell, you thought? What did they want you to do? Then it dawned on you.

They were waiting to see who you were going to choose to talk to.

Were you going to listen to what Muichiro had to say and send Obanai away?

Or, were you going to thank Obanai for defending you and send Muichiro away?

Amazing artwork by @valartsstuff!

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metqnoiaxx · 2 years

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hashiras react to your insecurities / angst to comfort, part 1

x gender neutral reader, part 1 of 3!

this was requested by @x-wisteria-x tysm for my first request! i chose to divide this into 3 parts, they’ll all be uploaded this week! i’m sorry if this doesn’t fit what you had wanted, let me know and i can re-write!

part 2, part 3 - not yet posted, will add links once they are!

⚠️ body images, insecurities ⚠️

everyone, before reading this, please remember that you are beautiful just the way you are! never feel the need to change yourself for others. don't forget, i love you!! <3

Kyojuro Rengoku - (insecure of looks)

“Darling, what is the problem? You’ve been acting so differently lately and I’m not quite sure why. Have I done anything to offend you, my love?”, he asked you sweetly, his fingers intertwined with yours.

This evening, he came home from a very long mission and noticed a deep change in your behavior. He sat you down on the bed you two shared and questioned you about it.

“It’s nothing..Kyojuro.”, you told him. That wasn’t true, that wasn’t true at all.

His mouth downturned to a small pout. He could tell you were lying.

“Please, darling. If anything is bothering you, you can tell me. I’ll always be here for you.”, he emphasized the “always” part, strongly.

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about what he had just said. Should you confide in him?

“I just…I’ve felt so bad recently. I see all these other women..and they are so pretty. And I’m so…not.”, you said quietly, getting embarrassed from letting your feelings out.

He let out a quiet “oh”, and his expression changed a bit, more towards an empathetic look.

“Sweethart…you are so beautiful. I promise you that. You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone else out there.”, he brought his hands up from your hands to your face, cupping your cheeks. “I love you so much. You’re beautiful. You always will be. No matter what anyone else looks like. Don’t ever forget that, okay?”, he told you, a small smile resurfacing.

You began to softly cry. He wiped your tears away with his fingers and placed kisses all over your face, reassuring you of his never ending love.

He pulled you into his lap and held you tightly against his chest, then kissed your forehead.

You looked up at him, your eyes still heavily teary. He just stared back down at you, so lovingly.

“I’m..hic..I'm sorry kyo..”, you said slowly, piece by piece. Talking well is really hard when you’re crying..

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my little flame. I am always here for you. Always. I’ll love you, FOREVER!”, his voice got much louder at the end part.

He combed his fingers through your hair and kept you held tight against him.

god, you loved him so much.

Giyuu Tomioka - (insecure of body)

You sat across the table from him, avoiding eye contact at all cost. Not that the two of you were in an argument, but you felt so embarrassed to even look at him. He kept looking at you with a confused face, why were you ignoring him? You weren’t even eating any of your food either.

Normally when the two of you ate dinner together, you’d be so talkative and happy. Always making comments about your day, asking him so many questions, and keeping the mood so cheerful. That was something he loved so dearly about you.

Although he had such a quiet personality, never pointing out many things, he couldn’t take this anymore. Where was the happy you? Why’d you seem so sad? He felt horrible just sitting there letting you feel like that.

“Y/n?...”, he asked out quietly.

You took a second before responding..

“Yes?”, you said, without even giving a small smile.

“Is something the matter..? You seem so..different.”, he didn’t want to say anything that would upset you. He was nervous that even asking would offend you.

“Uh…no. I’m fine, Tomioka.”, you told him.

Okay…what? He knew for a fact that the two of you were NOT on a last name basis. You always called him Giyuu, sometimes even shortening it to yuu. Something was most definitely wrong.

“Y/n. What’s the matter? You can talk to me..okay?”, he told you.

You finally made eye contact with him, mouth slightly agape by the statement.

“I just don’t want to eat..”

“Why’s that?”, he questioned softly.

“I’m going to gain too much weight….and I'll be even uglier.”, you said, pausing a second for the last part. Your eyes began to water, guilt rushing to your head.

“Uglier? You’ve never been ugly to begin with, darling. And you have to eat, okay? Even if you gain weight, even if you think you’ve eaten too much, you have to eat y/n. I love you as you are. You don’t need to change anything about you.”, he said, sweetly grabbing your hands. This was hard for him, he was never one for physical affection, so you knew he really meant this.

“Are you sure, Giyuu?”, you asked him, letting out small hiccups from your tears.

He walked over to you and spun your chair around from the table, so it was pointed diagonally at him. He knelt down beside you and brought your hands to his, once again.

“I’m completely positive. You’re so beautiful, You don’t know how much I love you, Y/n. You’re perfect just the way you are.”, he said to you. Your tears kept flowing but he just embraced you, and reassured you over and over again.

surely, he was the one.

Iguro Obanai - (insecure of scars)

Obanai was away on a mission. You thought you had some alone time, so you sat in your shared bedroom and cried your heart out. You looked down at your arms, at your face, scars scattered across them. The only thing repeating in your head was “So ugly. So, so ugly”.

You brought your knees up to your face and just kept crying. You didn’t expect Obanai to be back earlier than planned.

“Y/n?”, a sudden voice interrupted. You turned your head around and saw him standing at the door frame, a sad look in his eyes.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked you, sitting down next to you. You continued to cry, letting out small hiccups from the lack of breath. He stayed there with you for a minute or so until you began to talk.

“I look so ugly. These scars make me look terrible. I’m never going to be pretty.”, you said between shallow breaths. He just sat there for a minute, staring at you. You expected him to be looking at you, weirdly. You turned around to him…and how he looked hurt your heart.

He had such a sad look on his face. His eyebrows downturned, and his own eyes began to water as well. Why was he crying? Did he pity you? Was he disappointed?

“Y/n. You are so pretty. With and without these scars. These scars don’t make you ugly, they make you human. Everyone has their struggles and bad times. I promise you, okay? You aren’t ugly. These scars don’t make you ugly. Just look at me.”, he said before unwrapping his mask. He took your hand and held it up to his mouth, where his scar is.

He’d taken his mask off before, but you’d never touched or traced it. You gasped softly, and your tears stopped for a second. He felt a bit anxious, despite the words he told you. Did you think he looked bad? Kaburamaru went from his neck, across your connecting arms and over to you.

“Obanai..”, you said.

He got nervous, but then you let out a small smile. It was small, but it made him feel happier.

“Is what you said…is what you said true?”, you asked him quietly. His grip on your hand tightened.

“Of course it is. It always will be, I love you. How you look…these scars, don’t matter to me. I fell in love with you for who you are.”, he reassured you. Your tears began to flow again. He pulled you in for a hug and held you against him, letting you sob into his shoulder.

you’ll love each other forever.

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this is not proofread so i'm sure theres some errors, sorry lol. there will be 2 other parts with all other hashira!

word count - 1372

time spent - lets just say A WHILE, i'm unoriginal people

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raidenssblog · 1 year

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hi (again) i just read through your fluff February event and I'm amazed.

can I get 18 with obanai and male of gn reader where obanai comes back for a really bad mission and he's really beat so reader cleans and baths him.

he's so underrated it hurts :(((

obanai my baby boy💋😍

Washing off

Pairing: Obanai X gn!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: tiny bit of guilt in here and a mention of a kids death.

Summary: obanai comes home pretty messed up so you take responsibility for him,

A/N: oh my golly gosh, I have not posted in what has felt like EONS. Please have my forgiveness🙇🏽‍♀️ I've had no motivation for the past idk months maybe😭 and @tanjiros-whispers has been tring to help me (thank you sm darling😭😭)

!!!Reader can either be read as gender neutral or male!!!

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Sliding the door open, Obanai stepped into his estate. "I'm home!" He called out shrugging his haori and chucked it on the chair near him.

Undoing his bandages, he screws his face up at the amount of marks and dirt on his body. Sighing, he throws his old mask away and puts Kaburamaru on his branch in the living room.

"good boy Kaburamaru, stay here" he praised the snake as it wrapped around the bark.

Your footsteps quickened from the washing line to the house when you heard your husband call out.

Obanai has been away for more than two weeks causing you to stress and miss him. Of course you knew how strong he was but I still pined your heart knowing that at any moment an upper moon could come and kill him.

Quickly opening the door, you speed walk towards the front of the house. Turning on your heels your faced with a very dirty and worn down Iguro.

"oh my god, are you alright!?" Your excitement wearing off and worry coming making its way up your spine.

"oh darling, I'm fine. I missed you" he replied pulling you in for a strong embrace. Obanai slipped his hand on your lower back and shoulder blades before placing his head in the crook of your neck.

You held onto him as a smile broke out onto your lips. Sighing you pull away and place you hands on his cheeks.

"I'll get a bath running, how's that sound love?" You said while tracing his scars. "Sound amazing, this dirt and craps really bugging me"

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Sinking into the warm water, obanai leans back onto your chest as you continue to scrub his skin.

His legs and chest weren't as bad as his arms and face, small cuts and patches of dried blood stained his skins as you try to get it off.

"is this blood yours?" You ask, still focused on cleaning him. "No, I couldn't get there in time. It was a kid, around 3 or 4, his mother was hysterical, hitting and blaming me for his death. I still feel horrible that I cou-" "don't blame yourself Iguro, you did everything in your power to get there, if it was up to you he would still be alive."

Obanai let out a deep sigh and continued to talk relishing in the feeling of his body on yours and how gentle you are at looking after him.

"your right, I just, well I don't know. I just feel guilty that all. I feel like that after anyone dies on my hands" he says. A frown grew on your face while you wrapped your arms around his body pulling him even closer to you.

"well, I know I can't do anything about how you feel about it but if you need to take you know im right here" you say before kissing his head and squeezing him just a little tighter.

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Bye idk what this is. But school finally back in yaaaaay😒😒

#demon slayer #reader insert #kny x you #kny fanfic #male reader #kny angst #kny fluff #obanai x you #demon slayer obanai #kny obanai #obanai x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba obanai #kny x gn!reader #kny x male reader

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ninapi · 9 months

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Snake Pillar ╝

Premise: Love isn't always something beautiful, wanted, expected. Iguro had always been in love with Mitsuri, but that didn't stop his Tsuguko from falling for him.

Word Count: 3686

Warning: Main character death, spoilers of the main manga timeline.

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Spring, everyone’s favorite season was now here.

The Sakura trees were in full bloom in the capital, the streets filled with beautiful petals flocking around the chilly wind.

Animals and humans alike were now getting intimate to bring new life to this world.

The perfect season for demons to go rampage in town.

After a two weeks long mission along the fire pillar, you were summoned by Oyakata-sama and his wife, the reason was unknown to you but the messenger didn’t seem to be carrying bad news.

“(Y/N) my child. You’ve proven to be the best of your generation; we’ve both been talking, and we think you should be upgraded to Tsuguko. I believe you have the potential to be our next pillar.”

That caught you off guard, yes, the mission was very intense, but if it wasn’t for Rengoku-san you would have died, at least four times. You considered yourself just one more of the bunch, nothing special, besides your bond with the fire pillar that is. You both got more than along, were in complete sync, and everybody knew about this, even your master.

“That would be an honor, Oyakata-sama. If I may ask for something selfish, is it possible to…”

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The pillars were summoned for a brief meeting a few days later, the crows didn’t elaborate on the reason, but it didn’t seem urgent, so they all arrived at their own pace.

Once Oyakata-sama arrived, they all took their respective place around the leader, excited to see their master.

“My beloved children. Sorry to call you with such a short notice, I have some good news that wanted to share with you.” this didn’t happen often, usually the meetings were about important upcoming missions or bigger troubles, but he looked awfully calm this time around.

“(Y/N) has proven her worth in countless missions and the last one was her last trial; she will be officially our new Tsuguko starting tomorrow.” Rengoku’s smile was so bright even Gyomei could feel it. He was radiating fire at this point, as proud as one could be.

“Sanemi, I think you’re the perfect match for our little (Y/N).” this caused said smile to drop to the floor in seconds, he was sure he would be the chosen one.

“With all due respect, Oyakata-sama. I can see the logic behind it, she does have great wind affinity, but I honestly don’t think she can withstand my harsh training, wouldn’t it be better to send her over to Rengoku?” Ah... Shinazugawa…such a lovely man, thought Rengoku as his smile was slowly returning to its rightful place.

“Yes, I thought so too, they do have amazing chemistry. But you know I always listen to my wife; she insists she’d be better off with you.” that left Sanemi speechless and a little bothered, he really didn’t want to train a little spoiled brat, he was already busy at it is.

“I can sense your discomfort, Sanemi. And let me lift those worries out right now, even if we both agreed you should be the one, (Y/N) herself came to us asking if it was possible to be trained under Obanai’s lead, she didn’t even know who she would be sent to by then, but she made her preferences known, and I respect that.” Iguro had a coughing attack at the news, having to place a hand on the ground to recover.

“She did what?” Rengoku was beyond heartbroken, he even forgot Oyakata-sama was the one delivering the news, he would never disrespect him in any way, but this was shocking.

“Rengoku.” Himejima clapped his hands loudly, making Rengoku realize what he had done, throwing himself on the floor at once. “I’m sorry for my behavior, Oyakata-sama. Are you sure…she said that?”

“Lift your head Kyojuro. She did, it sounded like she had a reason though. Why don’t you try asking her?” with a short nod, he went back to his seat, crestfallen.

“Obanai, I know you didn’t want a Tsuguko. But she’s the best we have right now, please make sure to train her properly and don’t be too harsh on her, she asked nicely, must really want to be under your care.”

Iguro was losing his cool. He wasn’t only getting a Tsuguko against his will, it was a girl at that. And not just any girl, the girl majority of the guys around the corps had a crush on, even the almighty fire pillar. He didn’t want this, not in the slightest.

“Iguro-san, Iguro-san! (Y/N) is so, so, so, cute! You’re so lucky! I envy you so much!” Kanroji was pulling from her braids in despair, she had been begging for a Tsuguko and had wished for a cute girl to dot on and talk about boys, you were the perfect candidate.

“Oyakata-sama, as I’m sure you know, I’m not good with girls. How can I have a female Tsuguko?” his breath was ragged, his head was spinning, he really didn’t want any of this. “Can’t you give her over to Kanroji?”

“My children,” his tone wasn’t as loving as it usually is anymore, sending chills down everyone’s spine, “This is not an auction, Rengoku and Kanroji might want her, I wanted her under Sanemi myself, but she wants you, Obanai. I’m being as fair as I can be, she’s the one who must be trained by you, the one who will suffer the consequences of this decision, and it has been made, there’s nothing more to argue about. You are all dismissed.”

They all got up from their seat, walking out to the garden as soon as he spoke, Sanemi collapsing on the floor with a satisfied long sigh, “Safe.”

Rengoku on the other hand was quietly sulking behind a wooden post.

Iguro was just there, trying to regain some air back to his lungs and to process what had happened, his loyal friend hissing on his ear trying to offer some sort of comfort.

“Iguro-san! Don’t doubt to call me if you need help! I’m a girl too, we get each other. Maybe I can even steal from time to time and smother her with love after your harsh training! Ahw! So exciting!” Mitsuri was swaying on her feet, daydreaming happily of who knows what atrocities.

“Will do….” his voice was nothing but a whisper, his feet safely guiding him back to his state. Life wasn’t on his side, he’s always been aware of this since he was a child, but this, this was just too much.

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You were in the serpent state with your bags by sunrise, ready to fully immerse yourself in the experience, a bright smile on your face.

Iguro, who just woke up was definitely not ready for this, not even saying good morning he jumped right into the matter that barely allowed him to sleep last night, “(L/N) why did you ask to be my Tsuguko? Wasn’t Rengoku a better fit? I’m sure we can get Oyakata-sama to reassign you if we both go toge-“

“I want to be trained by you, Iguro-san. Is that a bad thing?” your eyes were glossy, disappointment painting your features. He wasn’t trying to make you cry, he was just not the right man for the job.

“Why would you want that? You know my training is rough right? I won’t slow down just because you are a girl.”

“I am not expecting you to slow down. I just thought Tsugukos were chosen by affinity. I think you are the coolest Iguro-san…I would like to inherit the snake breathing techniques one day…” this was the first time someone called him cool, this was specially surprising coming from someone who’s been near Rengoku for the longest time.

“Not everyone can do this. You have to have a connection with the species-“ your eyes were glued to the beautiful snake around his shoulders, a childlike expression on your face. “You just want to touch Kaburamaru, don’t you?” his eyes were full of realization, he caught you.

This made you giggle, the snake skillfully wrapping around your arm on its own, quickly enamored by you. “Maybe…”

The ridiculousness of it all made Iguro accept his fate, his snake friend seemed comfortable enough with your presence, he is always friendly but not to this level, you probably had potential for his breathing style by the looks of it, he had to give you a chance to prove yourself.

“Go drop your stuff in the empty room by the entrance, I’ll see you in the training grounds in ten.” He’s never seen such a bright smile before, Kanroji had the most beautiful there is, but your smile was different, it felt warm, you were probably rubbing on Rengoku for too long, it had to be that.

Throwing it to the back of his mind, he moved on with his day.

He had a Tsuguko now, training would be his priority for a while.

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Rengoku was still in shock, even if an entire day had gone by. He was sure you guys had a thing, or was it just his imagination?

You don’t just hold hands with random people, right? He wasn’t the most experienced in the love department, but he was pretty sure it wasn’t just him, the longing in your eyes each time you saw him, the way you smiled at him so brightly, so tenderly, it couldn’t be all in his head.

He wanted to see it with his own eyes, so he headed to Iguro’s training grounds, he needed to hear it from you, the reason why.

You were exhausted, panting on the floor after a very long training morning with your favorite pillar. Kaburamaru was laying on you, sunbathing on your belly, making you giggle as you caressed his beautiful scales. Iguro was watching the interaction from up a tree, you didn’t know he was there, but you knew he had to be close otherwise the snake would have left after him already.

He was about to leave when Rengoku arrived, his worried expression made him want to stay a little more. In all truth, he was still wishing you would change your mind and go with the fire pillar, but after training you all morning he wasn’t as discouraged to train you anymore, you had more than enough potential to be a pillar and Kaburamaru loved you, it wasn’t easy to find someone so compatible with his own skills, it would honestly be a shame, even if he didn’t want to accept it.

“(Y/N) dear, is your training for the day over? I wanted to have a word with you…” getting up gently, you set the little snake down on a patch of grass before heading your way over to him. “Sure, Kyo-san. What’s up?”

“I…I was wondering why you chose to come to Iguro instead of being with me. We have such an awesome connection, having you teaming with him instead will be devastating for me.” he was more heartbroken than anything else, he couldn’t care less for the missions, he could do it all by himself, he just enjoyed them so much more since you started tagging along, he misses you already.

“We do, yes.. I just…well you know how everyone’s scared of him? I just think he deserves a chance; nobody wants to be his Tsuguko and I think we could potentially get along one day, he’s great with animals, and so am I. Don’t you think I could be a good serpent breathing representative? I don’t think I could do cool things with fire like you do.” your heart was so big, it was one of the things he loved about you, he couldn’t be upset anymore after hearing your reasoning.

“And what about good old Rengoku? He needs a Tsuguko too you know? I will miss you…” his voice dropped along with his hand which now rested on your waist.

“Good old Kyo-san has a cute little brother that will eventually come to be in his care, he doesn’t need me.” your cute giggles were music to his ears, he really did like you, a lot.

Iguro on the other hand felt uncomfortable watching this whole thing. So you felt pity? Was that it? You wanted to be with him so he wouldn’t end up being the only pillar without an apprentice? He didn’t know how to feel about this, it didn’t feel good, but it also made something fuzzy bloom in his chest.

“Oh? So he’s cute, huh? Is he cuter than me? Am in troubles?” a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, his hand tugging you closer to him.

“You might be~” poking your tongue out at him in a teasing manner, you ran away from him and headed inside the serpent state, “Gotta take a bath, see you later Kyo-san!”

Iguro came out of the tree to pick sleeping Kaburamaru up, Rengoku glaring in his direction. “Didn’t peg you as a stalker, Iguro.”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but this is my state. Now, I would like to make it clear from the start that I expect you to stop clinging to my Tsuguko. She needs to train hard; distractions are not welcomed.” he didn’t know why he was saying all this, words were just coming out of his mouth on their own.

“Weren’t you into Kanroji? Why does it matter to you if I cling to her or not?” raising one of his intimidating eyebrows up, he scoffed. “I well, what? No, I’m not. But she has nothing to do with this. I just don’t want you parading around my state all day, that’s all.”

“I’m not here to see you, so I don’t see why it bothers you this much. But ok, I will leave my time with her reserved for after training hours, then I get to have her all to myself.” without another word, he headed to his own state, his heart felt a bit lighter now that he cleared things up with you, but he’s never heard Iguro talk this much, it was a bit concerning.

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One thing about Obanai is that he wakes up early every morning, even before the sun’s up.

The reason why being he just didn’t want anybody to get a the slightest glimpse of his unwrapped self as he takes a bath, other members of the corpse share the space and he didn’t want anybody to be even more on edge because of him.

You were the contrary, always late, falling asleep was your worse flaw and he hated it deep down in his guts, but he was glad in a way as he never had to encounter you bright and early when he is most tense.

That was until this day.

You weren’t what you would consider ‘early’ you just didn’t sleep at all, there were a lot of things in your head and coming from a difficult mission with lots of death plaguing it would of course cause you to lose sleep. So you decided to take a bath and start stretching while you waited for your training session to start.

You bumped into him on his way out of the bathing area, making both of your towels fall to the ground. Crouching to pick both up you apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry Iguro-san, I didn’t know there was someone in the bath already!”

He was paralyzed with fear, his face out in the open for everyone to see.

You tried not to stare, but this was your first time seeing his face properly. “Don’t look, I’m hideous…” he tried to cover his face with a bucket nearby, your hand reaching over to stop him from doing so.

“There’s no such thing as a hideous person, Iguro-san. I can understand you being self-conscious about the scar, we all obsess over something in our body, I personally don’t like my thighs, that’s why I cover them, but people say they’re nothing out of the ordinary, even if to me they’re awful.”

Mumbling behind his sleeve, he peeked one eye out to look down to your succulent thighs, “They’re fine…why would you hate them?”

“And why would you hate your beautiful face? Makes no sense to me~” giggling past him, you went inside the bathing area, needing to hurry as your trainer was up already.

“B-beautiful? What-…” scoffing, he headed over to his room, quickly wrapping his face away from the world as he usually does. You were indeed a weird one, always seeing the best out of every situation, it was honestly refreshing, but difficult to handle for someone like him.

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Time skip~

You’ve been under Iguro’s care for over a year now. You’ve perfected the first three breathing techniques, surprising him with your progress.

You were good, he was even fearing Kaburamaru would leave him and become your partner full time. Who can blame him though? After all this time seeing you around every day, he gets now what people see in you. Not only were you pretty, but you were strong, considerate, kind, selfless. Definitely a match for Rengoku, not him.

You were now sure of his undying love for Kanroji, she would visit him often, eat lunch together, he even bought stuff for her constantly, it was painstakingly obvious they both liked each other. As it was how much Rengoku liked you.

You on the other hand had mixed feelings.

Of course, Rengoku is lovely, he wanted to pursue you officially, but you had a hard time accepting his feelings. You spend all your day with Iguro, you’ve got to truly see him for what he really is, learned to accept him, entertain him, be in sync with him. You now made a great team. It was him you thought about before going to bed and as soon as you woke up. It was him who you wished to receive praises from, it was him you wanted to make proud.

Even if he was clearly in love with someone else, your feelings shifted his way without anyone’s consent.

The way he would bring you a cup of tea after a harsh training routine, the way he would sit quietly next to you eating sweets peacefully, you’ve seen his face already and wasn’t disgusted by it, he could eat around you comfortably.

The way he would let you hold onto his arm if the missions were tough. The way his eyes soften now in your presence.

You were deep in love with a man who’s heart belonged to someone else…

A mission came around for you two, a particularly tough demon had come out very near a village booming with tourists. It needed to be contained and destroyed as fast as possible.

You’ve seen the way his demeanor towards you had changed every time you talk, you know he didn’t think of you as a nuisance anymore, but you also knew he wouldn’t accept your feelings, and as hard as that might be, you decided to keep your feelings to yourself and treasure the relationship you currently had with him.

The demon was tougher than you two expected, even with a pillar there you were having a hard time killing him. Three women had already lost their life to his rampage, you needed to do something.

Since he seemed to like killing women, you were trying to devise a plan to lure him in and give Iguro time to cut his head off, but your head turned blank when you saw the demon sneaking behind Iguro and about to stab him right through the heart.

Panic surged through your body, inhuman speed possessing you as you rushed to his aid, receiving the blow instead.

Iguro saw it all in slow motion, how you fell to the ground, covered in blood, how the wound had pierced a vital organ dooming your recovery. His rage served as the means necessary to cut the demon’s head and send him to oblivion. But the cut was too deep, he didn’t know how to help you.

You could barely keep your eyes open when he gathered you to his chest, tears unexpectedly coming down his face slowly, one after the other, “(Y/N), no, why? Why?? You’re so stupid, how many times have I told you I’m stronger than you? I can take a blow like that! But you….just look at you….why, just why would you do this…?” your hand reached over to his face wrappings, undoing them so you got to see a glimpse of his face one last time.

“Because I love you. I couldn’t just let you die Iguro-san...” his hand came over to stop yours from fully removing the wraps, his entire being too shaken by the situation to comprehend your words.

“C’mon…let me see your beautiful face one last time…I don’t have much left…” your soft smile and trembling hand made him forgo his stubbornness, letting you remove the wraps.

“Thank you for letting me be your Tusuguko…even when you didn’t like me.” you chuckled slightly, coughing out blood while doing so, alerting Iguro and making him tighten his grip around your faint body. “I know you don’t like your face, but I will always think of it as the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I hope you felt loved while being around me, even if it was just a little…” he nodded, collapsing to the ground fully with you in his arms. He really liked Mitsuri, everyone knew about this, but you had loved him like no one else had, openly, abundantly, and he couldn’t give you any of it back.

“Would you…remember me…?”

“Of course I will, what are you saying…you’re my only Tsuguko, I will never have another one, the techniques will die with us…” nuzzling his chest, you gave one last shaky breath, “Thank you…Igu-….” Leaving this world in the hands of a loved one has no price, makes time living among others worthwhile.

With a smile on his teary face, he bid goodbye to his only apprentice, the woman that loved him to her own demise.

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The serpent state was never to be the same and he made sure of it.

He made everyone leave and remained there on his own, never taking another Tsuguko as he promised he would.

He likes Mitsuri, everybody knows that, even her, and he did till his very last breath, but he always carried with him the load you left him, the unshared feelings, the overwhelming amount of love you had towards him and Kaburamaru and always lived within him, being his companions until his arrival in the afterlife.

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 9 months

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The Hashira’s Reaction When You’re in a Coma

(Characters Included- All Hashira besides Gyomei and Muichiro)

(Warning: Angst)

- They will be immediately by your side as soon as they hears the news. They’ll take off their haori and cover you with it as a blanket so you can feel their warmth even through the coma (or at least that’s what they’d like to believe). They’ll spend hours a day talking to you about what happened that day. They ask Shinobu to ask the Master to give them less missions so that they can stay here with you more.

|Giyuu, RENGOKU, Mitsuri

- They’re angry. Angry at the world, angry at themselves, just angry. “Why does something so bad have to happen to a good person like you?” That’s the main thing they think about. They pray and pray and pray that you don’t die on them, they can’t lose another person they care about. They’ll silently be by your side, holding your hand, tracing over the scars that developed over time due to the harsh training you endured.

|Sanemi, Obanai, SHINOBU, Uzui

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Drifting Away

Obanai I-I'm sorry, the words spilled from her lips like silken honey but they felt more like poison daggers carving deep into his heart as he held the mangled remains of his precious companion. His snow white scales sullied with crimson streaks, alluding to the grisly fate dealt to him in the care of the one person he thought he could trust the most.

A deep pain surged through his body, the ache that had plagued him as a child returning with a viciousness. The only thing preventing a cry of anguish ripping itself out of his throat was the tight knot of tension tightening his stomach until it threatened to burst with each agonizing heartbeat that drummed against his rib cage.

His mouth open and closed in silent agony, he clutched at his chest desperately as he struggled to keep air flowing past his constricted windpipe. "W-" his words failed to form properly, and when he tried again, he couldn't even manage a breathy whisper.

Tears gathered at the corner of his eyes, Mitsuri reached out to comfort him but he recoiled from her touch as if it burned, unable to meet her concerned eyes "W-what happened?" He whispered in a eerily hollow voice "What happened?!" He snapped when he received no response and all the hashira flinched as tension rose between them. He took a few steadying breaths, trying desperately not to break down and lose it Mitsuri shuffled again tears streaming down her rosy cheeks as her emerald eyes sought forgiveness but their was only pain and sorrow reflected back at her as her beloved friend's face hardened in anger and betrayal.

“I-I'm sorry I…he tried to eat some of Tengen's muscle mice but then Tengen got really mad so I let him go outside to catch his own mice" she squeaked and Obanai's hands trembled as he rubbed his face "that doesn't explain…..WHY HE'S BATTERED AND IN PECIES I LEFT HIM IN YOUR CARE MITSURI WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY FRIEND" he snarled furiously as his hand curled into a fist and he began to advance on her.

She cowered before him and raised her shaking hands to plead with him, "OBANAI CALM DOWN" Rengoku shouted trying offer him some comfort but Obanai slapped his hand away "don't touch me" he hissed voice cracking under his emotion as he turned away, clenching his trembling fists to stop himself from hitting something.

Fingers clumsily wiping away the tears that threatened to spill over Obanai glared at the floor, "I…." he bit his lip painfully hard hoping it would stop or slow the onslaught of emotions surging within him like a raging tempest. It did nothing, Mitsuri hesitantly hugged him and his body stiffened in response but he made no move to pull away. "I'm sssorry, I'll fix it" Mitsuri said softly rocking him slightly to try and calm him down.

But Obanai slowly pulled away, gently grasping her shoulders and removing her from him "please don't touch me, h-how are you going to fix this?" he choked out, fighting off more unshed tears as they prickled behind his eyelids threatening to fall. He backed away from her fingers coming through his short ebony locks as he took a deep breath "he's dead" he choked out as his voice broke under another wave of grief and pain. "I-I'm not sure…b-but I know if we-" her hands grasped his own but he yanked it away

"STOP….touching me" he growled as he took several steps back shaking, "THERE'S NO FIXING THIS…I-I" his throat burned with unspoken words and he bit his lower lip to force himself to swallow. Silence stretched for minutes after Obanai's outburst. The silence of the room seemed deafening "w-we could always get you another snake" Rengoku offered enthusiastically Obanai's eye twitched in annoyance and anger at the thought of replacing Kaburamaru as if he were just an accessory or a decoration.

"I should've never trusted you I-I you said you could do it it WAS A SIMPLE TASK I-I" he buried his face in the crook of his arm, allowing his striped hoari to soak up the tears that escaped his eyes as his body trembled violently with suppressed sobs "I'm such an idiot, I shouldn't have listened to you."

His voice was muffled by the cloth he still hadn't removed from his face "I…shouldn't" he mumbled weakly as he tried to steady his shaky breathing, but the tremors continued. "I-I'm so sorry Obanai, I really am I just got distracted for a second and then he was gone please understand" Mitsuri pleaded, her hand once again reaching out for him.

But he quickly stepped forward once again avoiding her grasp, "Please understand what?" He asked venomously, his voice quivering as his rage grew "understand that you were irresponsible, understand that I asked you to do one thing, and you decided to disregard my wishes to do what, what was so important that you walked away from my companion that I ENTRUSTED to you" he cried, his voice growing louder with every syllable.

The atmosphere grew tense around them, Mitsuri looked down at the floor tears spilling down her cheeks as she stumbled over her words "w-well I went to talk with Shinobu-chan and I-I…um" she swallowed around the lump in her throat, "and you left him outside…by himself" Obanai whispered in a eerily calm tone "w-well he's a snake" she argued in a shaky voice but his cold, gaze remained fixed on her "WOULD YOU LEAVE SOMEONE'S BABY OUTSIDE?"

Obanai snapped and Mitsuri flinched , tears pouring faster from her eyes "what no that's completely different a baby is a baby and a snake is well…a snake…" she stammered and Obanai sighed heavily and scrubbed at his temples trying to ease some of the tension building there. "It's not that serious really, I can get you a new snake maybe one that's even better than the last…I-I'm sorry it was wrong of me me to leave him outside but don't you think you're overreacting a tiny bit?" She attempted to reason with him, although she didn't sound convinced herself.

Obanai's nostrils flared in anger as he threw his hands up but took a deep breath calming himself, "I-I…..I'm going to go I…need space" he whispered walking away "Obanai….I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Mitsuri murmured grabbing his shoulder but he shrugged her hand off "keep your sorry, I don't forgive you…. leave me alone, I-I" he took a deep breath "I need space" he growled through clenched teeth as he stalked out the demon slayer manners allowing his feet to guide him as he became lost in his thoughts.

He wasn't entirely certain how long he had wandered aimlessly in circles for but he came across a bridge overlooking a lush valley filled with dense clusters of trees, the breeze ruffling his hair as he leaned onto the railing.

He stared at the lush green grass beneath his feet mesmerized by its vivid nature, although beautiful the entire peacefully little valley was multicolored ropes crisscrossing about and weaving their way into the scenery creating beautiful patterns of color.

He was both confused and intrigued, taking a step forward his foot brushed against a small white string and he tensed hands flying to the hilt of his blade preparing for some form of attack, but when nothing happened he relaxed stepping over the little string and continuing down the bridge and noticing a cozy looking cottage nestled between the flora and fauna.

The cottage was so…peaceful and serene…like a little haven hiding away between its surroundings of vibrant vegetation and vibrant flowers blooming freely throughout the landscape. Suddenly his knees gave out as he crumpled to the floor allowing the tears to finally flow freely that he was alone, no one could see his broken façade and the soft cries that shook his whole body.

A slight disturbance in the air made he flinch jumping to his feet and reaching for his blade but in a matter of seconds his blade was knocked from his grasp and his back hit the floor as a strange woman pressed a elegant looking club with sharp curves protruding out of it like fangs against his neck. "The tips are laced with snake venom I wouldn't recommend moving" she warned in a soft whisper. Her kinky curls spilling down her back and shoulders like a ebony waterfall, the strands framing her dark skin beautifully.

Her [E/C] eyes hardened as the two just gazed at each other in silence, although…her eyes didn't seem to be focused on him but rather past him instead. Brows furrowing silently as he waved his hand in front of her face and her eyes barely moved to focus on them, "you're blind" he stated bluntly. She sighed "actually I can see quite better than most" she hummed offering him a hand up which he took. "I don't understand" he murmured and she gave a short snort "most people don't, would like some tea I've just finished preparing a cup for you" Obanai furrowed his brows at the strange woman, dressed in a azure blue kimono covered with intricate swirls that resembled the ocean "no, who are you?" He asked in a hushed toned tinted with uncertainty, the woman laughed and it's light an airy "Oh I known who I am, but the question is do you?" Obanai scoffed at her question and crossed his arms "so you're going to negate my question?" He asked coldly and she turned around "no" she said pursing her lips "I'll answer your question with a question, why are you here?" She asked [E/C] piercing him with an intense glare behind those long lashes . Obanai narrowed his eyes "why does it matter?" The womans brow creased again but her smile never falters "only the broken and lost can find my domain" she hummed casually walking forward "I'm not broken or lost" he rebuttaled and she snorted again "and yet here you are, I've been expecting your visit for quiet sometime now but I guess Kaburamaru's death was the final push" she mused while ducking under his blade as he tried to decapitate her "demon" he hissed through clenched teeth and she smirked again "incorrect" she motioned pointing up to the beaming sun above them while laughing causing his cheeks to flush in annoyance and embarrassment. "If you're not a demon what are you?"

He asked eyeing her warily as her lips retained a pleasant smile despite him trying to kill her just a second ago "human of course" she said clasping her hands together but he wasn't buying it "I don't believe you" he murmured and she shrugged walking past him, "of course, you're entitled to your opinion" she replied calmly making her way towards the bridge as he followed behind "but there's no way for you to know that information if you aren't some kind of mind reading demon or something".

Obanai argued as they walked up to the cottage a sly smirk pulling at her lips "or something" she quipped and his brows furrowed "so you aren't human?" He asked once more as she handed him a soft green steaming up, he squinted at the cup the looked back up at her with a slight scowl but slowly took it in hopes of getting some answers "so many questions" she mused "then you should answer them" he urged and she simply smiled "in due time" making him growl in annoyance "what does that even mean?"

He hissed as she slowly sipped her tea "it means I can not fill a cup that's overflowing, trust me when I say we'll meet again Obanai Iguro, but only when you're empty and willing to listen." His brow twitched and he opened his mouth to speak but the words fell silent as she raised her hand to her ear, "someone's calling you, oh and tell the lovely young lady to be careful the ground is unstable here", Obanai scoffed again "now I know you're crazy nobod-" he started but then clear as day he heard Mitsuri calling his name and he turned his head scowling in her direction. "Okay that was just a-" he muttered turning back to the strange woman only to find her and the entire colorful valley gone, replaced by dense forest and looming trees .

Confused (and slightly scared) Obanai stepped forward into the forest glancing left and right, but there was no sight of the mysterious woman or the peaceful valley "Obanai" Mitsuri called earning a soft growl from the serpent hashira. He turned to face the love hashira with a frown but then he remembered the warning "Mitsuri stop" he called and the pinkette skidded to a stop with a confused look only for the ground a few feet in front of her to cave and crumble to the side opening up a cavern before disappearing with a loud rumbling noise. Shaken Obanai took a half step backwards as he looked up at a equally scared Mitsuri, looking down at his hands trembling around the tea cup he decided he brought it up to his nose and took a sip….it was his favorite…..

#black reader #kny x reader #angst #obanai iguro #mitsuri kanroji #slow burn #obanai x reader

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gaybitchfx · 2 years

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I want to make a request of the angst type, basically Sanemi, rengoku, obanai and muzan with a terminally ill reader, who on his deathbed the reader assures them that the years he spent with them were the best of his life, that he lived happy with them the time they were together and that they don't need to be afraid of having another partner after his death because he just wants them to be happy,I'm in mood for pain today

Note: Gotta love angst from time to time. I think you can tell when I start to get a bit lazy-

Character(s): Sanemi, Rengoku, Obanai, Muzan

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Angst

Warning(s): Mentions of death & death

Edited; ❌

Muzan hated the thought of you dying and never wanted to think about it at all

That was until you were diagnosed with a sickness that wasn't curable

He was shocked and instantly did everything he could to try and get you better

Muzan even wanted to turn you into a demon, but you declined and told him you wanted to die as a human

He understood your wish

Muzan stood outside the room you were in.

Just from where he stood he could hear the beeping sounds of machines. He exhaled before opening the door and the sight that his eyes were bestowed upon broke ever heart he had. Seeing you hooked up to so many machines that were barely keeping you alive had hurt him deeply.

Your attention was brought onto him before a weak smile formed on your lips. He sat next to you bed and held your hand with a tight grip, but not too tight to hurt you. "How are you, Y/n?" Muzan asked, he carefully rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand.

"I'm fine, but are you alright?" You asked him as you stared into his plum red eyes. He stared back into yours that barely showed any signs of life. "Don't worry about me dear, worry about yourself." Muzan said as he held your hand close to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on it making you weakly laugh. Silence took over the room as you stared at the ceiling before breaking it. "I'm going to die soon, Muzan." You said to him, making his eyes widen.

"What?" "When I die, I want you to move on and love someone else, alright? The years I've spent by your side were the best years I've ever had. I don't want you to be afraid when you chose to have another partner-" "What nonsense!!" Muzan shouted, startling you.

"You're the only one for me. You're the only one who understands me. I can't lose you...not now..." He muttered. "I know sweetheart, I know... You too are the only one who understands me as well. But I want you to be happy, 'kay?" You told him as held his hand close to your lips and pressed a kiss onto it before placing both yours and his hands back to your side.

Your facial expressions had become more relaxed and that when the heart monitor flatline. "Y/n...?" Muzan said as he waved a hand over your face. You didn't respond or moved.

He swallowed any saliva he had in his mouth and rested his head on your chest where he could already feel your body become cold.

After Kanae died, he thought he wouldn't find another person he'd love

But than you came and brought so much joy into his life

He cherished every moment you two spent together

Sanemi even thought this was God giving him another chance in life

Oh how he was wrong

“Terminally ill?! What the fuck do you mean he’s terminally ill?!!”

Sanemi shouted at Shinobu as he slammed his fist against the wall.

"It may have been a sickness that ran in his family, but there's nothing we can do about it, Sanemi-San. It's best if he spends his last moments with you." Shinobu said as patted his shoulder and walked out the room leave you two alone. Sanemi stared at you.

You were hooked to a bunch of IV tubes and machines that showed you were already so close to death. He quietly walked up to your sleeping figure and sat down to the left of you. Sanemi carefully held your hand with his hand which woke you up. "Sanemi?" You crooked, your voice was dry and tired like.

"I'm here, don't worry." Sanemi hushed you as he kissed your cheek. You gripped his hand as tight as you could which really wasn't much. Tears had already started to fill up your eyes. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I can't stay with you any longer.." You sobbed out causing a pang to Sanemi's heart. "It's not your fault Y/n.

None of this is your fault." Sanemi spoke, his tone gentle to soothe you the best he could as he brushed away your tears. "Sanemi..." You began getting his attention.

"What is it?" "I want you to know, the years we've spent together were the best years ever and I couldn't ask for more. I lived happily because I was with you, but now that my time with you has been cut short, I want you to find someone else to love once I die.." You told him making his eyes wide. He was in shock and disbelief you would even say that to him. Sanemi couldn't even imagine being with anyone else but you.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I don't want to be with anyone besides you!" Sanemi shouted as he held your hand with both of his hands. "I know, I know. But you have to let go sooner or later Sanemi. I'm not even a woman so I can't do much for you to act like this." You cried out. Sanemi sighed and brushed the strands of hair from your face.

"I never cared for that and neither should you. I will always and I mean always love you." Sanemi said making a soft smile form on your face. "I'm glad...so so glad..." You mumbled and closed your eyes. You heart monitor had flatline the moment you closed your eyes making him panic.

"Y/n..! Hey wake up!! Stop fucking with me Y/n and wake up!!" Sanemi shouted as he shook you body but got no response. "Shinobu!!" Sanemi shouted and the door quickly burst open revealing Shinobu and a couple of the helpers who tried their best to bring you back, but it was already too late. "He's passed on, Sanemi..." Shinobu said.

Those three words were Sanemi's last straw before he broke down and cried with his head laid down on your stomach.

Never once in Rengoku's life has he met someone like you

You would match his energy and never commented on loud he spoke

You were perfect

The two of you dated for a year before he proposed to you and that when your relationship took a turn for the better

That was until the two of you were walking and he had coughed up blood

“So…you’re sick?”

Rengoku asked his voice low as to not give you a headache. "Mhm. Shinobu said I won't live for much longer, so I wanted to spend my time with you if you don't mind." You told Rengoku who looked so sad and hurt.

"I don't mind one bit." Rengoku told you and kissed your lips. He never thought about death when it came to you, he even thought the two of you would grow old together. What a silly dream he had. Rengoku held your hand gently as he rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand. The two of you sat in silence before you broke it.

"Rengoku, the years I've spent with you were the happiest years of my life and I couldn't ask for more. You made me so happy when you would express how you felt and never hid it. I'm very grateful you decided to stay by my side this long, but I think it's time for you to let go." You told him, making his eyes widen.

"What? What do you mean 'let go'?" Rengoku asked perking up a bit. "I want you to find another partner to love. I want you to cherish them, share laughs with them...take care of them.." You said, your voice cracking as tears began to form in your eyes.

"...And love them just as much as you loved me, okay?" You sniffled and placed a hand on Rengoku's cheek. "But...I don't want to do that. I want to stay with you." Rengoku crooked as he leaned into your touch that he adored so much. "I know, but you have to move on, for me at least." You motioned him to bring his head to your chest and he did. He could hear your heartbeat becoming fainter and fainter.

"There's only so much time I have left to spend with you." "I don't care if there's only such little time you have left. Once you die, I'll find you. No matter how many times I'm reincarnated I'll always look for you." Rengoku told you as he held your body close. "If that's what you want dear." You said and placed a hand on his head.

Eventually your heart stopped beating, but Rengoku didn't let you go like the stubborn man he was.

He was never the kind of guy to speak most of the time, so you carried the conversation

Eventually seeing how you spent almost all of your time with him made him kind of happy

Obanai wanted to see where this relationship would lead to so after some time he asked you out and you accepted

One thing led to another and before you knew it the two of you were married and lived happily for years

That all ended when you started having heart problems that became worse over time

“He’s going to get better, right?” Obanai asked Shinbou who sighed and shook her head no.

"With the way his heart is beating, he doesn't have much longer till he passes." Shinobu told him and left you two alone. Obanai stared down at your weak form. You were much lighter than before and you looked close to a skeleton.

He swore if he hugged you too hard you'd break right in his hands. "Y/n..." He mumbled. It took you a couple seconds to wake up before you were met with his beautiful eyes. "Obanai.." You smiled, it was a warm smile that you always showed him. You held out your hand and he took it without hesitation.

"What's wrong with your heart?" Obanai questioned and you placed your other hand where your heart was. "I don't know, but I can feel it becoming weaker with each beat." You mumbled, a saddened look had spread across your face. "I want you to know something." You began perking Obanai's interests.

"That is?" "I want you to know I loved and cherished all those years we've spent together. The great ones and even the bad ones. I'll always cherish those. I know you will too, but I don't want you to be afraid to fall in love with another person-" "What nonsense are you sprouting now, Y/n? You're the only one for me and nobody else can change that." Obanai expressed, his face slightly crunched up when you said that.

"What makes you think I'd fall in-" You had sat yourself up a little and grabbed Obanai by his cheeks and pinched them. "Stop being so stubborn and just listen for once! I feel the same way you do, but there's only so much I can do." You said, finally getting him to stop talking.

"Nothing will change my feelings for you once I die, 'kay? Now listen to what I told you and don't you dare argue with me." You huffed and released his cheeks before laying back down.

Obanai was a bit taken back from what you did, but he couldn't argue with you at all. "I love you, alright?" You said with a smile. "I love you to-" Before he could finish his sentence your heart monitor had flatline signalling you had passed. His grip on your hand tightened as he stood in silence.

Obanai could even feel your hand grow much colder than it was before.

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