#Demon Mitsuri AU

[reallypleasanttree]

Part 3:

On the train ride, Okita took out his phone and clicked on the newest text message. 

Unknown number: Blue skies in summer, 

one star fell another rose, 

now skies shimmer gold

A haiku? Okita reread it and thumbs hovered over the phone’s keyboard. How did a person respond to a message like this? It seemed to be about renewal, change, or transformation. He frowned, uncertain of what to make of her words. Maybe she was referring to their chance meeting? 

Genji Okita: Did you write that yourself? 

The speakers on the train announced his stop and he moved towards the doors. There weren't many people on the train right now. It was nearly 2 A.M. on a Thursday night. He put his phone in his jacket pocket and exited as it came to stop. The air was crisp in the fall. With the light of the city, the stars were impossible to see. 

“One star fell, another rose,” Okita whispered. The haiku clearly didn’t refer to this city. Was she raised in the countryside where the stars were visible? He shook his head. There was no need to ruminate this deeply on the poem. The persistent need to check his messages nagged on his mind as he walked. When was the last time he liked a girl this much? He could not remember. 

Turning left, a familiar row of apartments came into view. His grandmother’s light was still on. After all this time, she still couldn’t sleep if he was not home. 

He exhaled, watching his breath disappear in the cold. His grandmother raised him since he was in primary school. His mother died during childbirth while his father died from an aneurysm when he was walking home from work. Okita tapped lightly on his grandmother’s front door. It took her a few seconds, but she opened it. 

Despite her advanced age, her dark blue-green eyes were clear. She said they were a common trait amongst their ancestors. There had even been a record of a man who had Okita’s dual colored eyes. It was supposedly his great-great grandmother’s cousin or brother. The official records of their family were long lost between the wars and time. Who knew what was true? 

“I made you dinner and some tea.” She passed him a thermos of green tea and a glass container of tonkatsu and rice. “I hope you had a good night,” she said. 

“Thank you.” Okita took the drink and food. He didn’t want to keep her up by telling her about Mitsuri. Maybe if the date went well tomorrow night, he would. “You should go to bed,” he said. She had bags under her eyes from the wait. She nodded without protest and kissed his cheek before slipping away. 

He opened his front door and turned on the light. His place was a small studio apartment he shared with his pet snake. The ivory snake in question rested under the heat lamp by the window. He set the tea, food, and cell phone on the kitchen counter before peeling off his jacket to hang in the closet. 

Okita opened the container and inhaled the scent of fried pork and tempura before taking a bite. His phone screen lit up. 

Unknown number: Yes! Did you make it home safely?!?

Genji Okita: Just got back and I'm currently eating tonkatsu. 

Unknown number: Tonkatsu’s my favorite! 

Genji Okita: Mine too. 

The three small dots appeared and then disappeared twice. He waited a minute to see if she would say anything else and entered her name as a new contact. Five minutes passed and there was still nothing. 

Genji Okita: I won’t keep you up since you have work tomorrow. Have a good night

He did not want to come off as desperate. There was a tug on his insides that insisted he send another message. 

Genji Okita: I look forward to seeing you. 

He flipped his phone over, not wishing to stare at it as he hoped for a quick response.  Minutes later he finished his meal and set the dirty container into the sink to soak. Okita went through his nightly routine of switching out clothes, brushing his teeth, and checking his snake’s water bowl. When he checked his phone again another message awaited him. 

Kanroji Mitsuri: I’ll be waiting eagerly until tomorrow night. ☺️

The completed section I have for the Demon Mitsuri and Reincarnated Human Obanai fic where Muzan won and turned Mitsuri into a demon.

“If we survive the battle against Muzan, will you marry me?” Mitsuri asked. They laid, staring at each other. She ran her hand over his cheek, caressing his scars. They ran from his mouth to his ears, deliberately made for him to look like a snake. He never cared how they looked, only if she would be bothered by them. However, she adored them. The raised lines brought her comfort in the familiarity. He entrusted his secret and his face to her alone. He sought solace in her and she in him. 

“Yes,” her lover agreed. 

Nothing could describe how she felt. Warmth blooming beneath her breast. With that single promise, he tied himself to her forever. Scars and all. Except it was not to be. He died fighting one of the Upper Moons. She nearly died before Muzan turned her into a demon. When she first became a demon she had no memory of her former life. It came back in pieces. 

Muzan explained how eating humans would make her stronger. Hunger clawed inside her stomach. Instinct drove her to kill and devour her prey. It didn’t matter who it was. She needed to fill the void in her stomach when in actuality the emptiness originated in her heart. 

—-

“Mitsuri,” the man said. She blinked and tried to focus her eyes on his face. They were inside a large fortress with rotating columns, platforms, and bridges. Nothing stayed in place. “If things get bad, promise you’ll run.” 

“I’d never leave you,” she said automatically. His long black hair shielded her from reading his expression. A white snake coiled tighter around his neck. 

“Please,” he breathed and raised his head. His teal and amber eyes were glossy. Scars graced his cheeks along with a downtrodden expression. She held a hand to her chest. “You’re important and deserve more than this.” He gestured to the demons crawling around the Infinity Castle. “You have to live, so please,” he said, tightening the grip on his sword. “If we fail, run,” he said. She nodded. 

They wouldn’t fail. They had a life to live after this. 

—-

The next night Mitsuri woke feeling full for the first time in ages. Just as she was important, he had been important. She couldn’t remember his name or all of his features. The scars across his cheeks though. She remembered those. 

Her fingers traced an outline of where his scars had been on his face. Jagged, harsh lines meant to frighten, yet… they brought forth joy and fulfillment beneath her breast. For the first time in years, she felt her heart. There was a steady thump, she heard reverberate over her body. She grasped the light blue bed sheets. 

Mitsuri. A smooth voice echoed in her mind. It wasn’t like the times Muzan called upon her. No, this was different. It was like a soft caress  as someone pushed back one of her thick braids and whispered in her ear. 

I will always love you. Chills ran down her spine. It was what she craved. Someone to love her. 

Over the next night, the joy Mitsuri felt vanished. That feeling disappeared in the fog like the scarred man who held her heart. They had been lovers, yet she remained. 

———————

They called it a Glasgow smile. When someone’s face was cut from the corners of their mouth and upwards. A permanent scar to make someone look like they’re always smiling. And who wouldn’t smile when they were with her? 

When she looked in the mirror to see a demon with smooth, pale skin. Pink and green hair with emerald eyes. Her face was sweet enough to look at and a body comparable to a goddess of love. It drew in her prey like a Venus flytrap. An offering of sweetness only to be entangled in her vice grip and torn apart.  

She felt nothing as she recalled the vivid, brutal details of her kills. Muscles and ligaments snapped as she tore them from the bone. Blood, the metallic taste sat on her tongue. With each bite, she hoped to fill the void. 

Before the main event, she would charm them, luring them in with a soft chuckle and a touch on the shoulder. With a single touch and a drop of her blood, anyone would fall in love with her. Their eyes would dilate, heart would quicken, and skin would sweat. All signs that her blood demon art worked. Now she was in an alleyway with a stranger. 

“I love you, baby,” her prey whispered. She felt nothing, but the sickening hunger as her stomach growled. Love was no longer part of her vocabulary. At least not in the waking world. Her dreams were another matter. 

The woman dug her nails into the back of his shirt as he kissed her jawline. He was completely intoxicated and reeked of alcohol. She pulled back her lips, her teeth elongating as she prepared to strike.

Her saliva contained a natural sedative. As soon as she bit his neck it would take less than three minutes for him to lose any feeling except for his overwhelming love and affection for the pink haired woman he picked up at the bar. She pulled her head back and before she could read his face, she bit his neck, just hard enough to draw blood. An appetizer before the feast. 

He groaned. She sucked on his neck, drinking his blood. Alternating between sucking and biting, she could feel his body becoming slack. His hold around her loosened and his knees started to buckle. She paused to hold his body up against the wall. 

She flexed her hand to make her nails grow. With her long nails, she carved a permanent smile onto the man’s face. Blood dripped down the man’s cheeks. Her blood demon art was stronger than the pain and fear he should have felt. 

“I love you,” he murmured past the bloody smile. 

“You don’t,” she said. His eyes closed, the blood loss too great to ignore. 

Looking at her work, she could see the man she longed for. He had black hair, sweet almond shaped eyes, and the Glasgow smile. How she missed running her hands over the ridges of the scar. In the next second her former lover was gone. She gritted her teeth before she bit into the stranger’s neck again. The blood quelled her rage, but it would never fill the emptiness inside. Seeing him, though? That was the only time she felt full. It would only last a short time before she’d hunt again. 

Anytime she carved a smile into her prey’s face, she saw her lover and remembered how it felt to be in love instead of the fallacy of being loved. The feelings ushered forth. The coolness of his hands in hers, his arms encircling her in an embrace, the look in his different colored eyes as he watched her race towards him, reunited after a mission. Carving into her victims was the only way to keep his memory alive and her emotions. 

Otherwise, she was a shell of the woman she had been. She could act like the happy go lucky girl, but it never reached her heart. Her smiles were disingenuous along with her promises to care for the men she devoured. No, it was only his confession that quickened her heart. 

————

“Iguro-San, if I became a demon what would you do?” Mitsuri asked. The question was prompted by the last hashira meeting where they met the Kamado siblings. Iguro-San had been unnecessarily harsh with the brother while the Wind Hashira tormented the demon girl. It made her wonder how the Serpent Hashira would react in the boy’s place. Would he be so willing to demand her execution? 

He sat beside her on a bench. There was a plate of dango between them. Iguro-San took one out of twenty, leaving nineteen for her. His grip on the stick tightened and he stared directly ahead of them. 

“Don’t speak like that,” he said loudly. Mitsuri blinked. He never raised his voice around her and spoke kindly. The stick broke between his fingers. She raised her hands up to catch one of the fallen pieces. Instead he caught her wrist and faced her. Her cheeks warmed at the contact and his heated gaze. 

“I’d never allow you to become a demon, not while I’m alive,” Iguro practically growled. 

“I-I’m only joking,” Mitsuri stuttered. 

“Your life is not a joke,” he said. “You’re the most important person to me.” He moved his hand from her wrist to hold her hand. Her heart stuttered this time. Did she really mean that much to him? Surely he was only being kind. Mitsuri tried to pull her hand away, but he held tighter. 

“Kanroji-San, don’t you get it?” He asked, leaning towards her. Her ears buzzed until all she could see was his face. His earnest gaze hypnotized her, leaving her frozen on the bench. 

“I love you,” Iguro admitted. He reached up and pulled the bandages down. She didn’t even care to look at his unmasked face before their lips met. Soft and gentle despite the fire raging inside her. When she finally pulled back she took in the sight of his smile, the one that extended past the corners of his mouth. 

“I love you too,” Mitsuri said, lifting her hand to caress the scars for the first time. 

—

Mitsuri woke up still feeling his warm hand clasped over hers. The memory etched into her heart. The heat in his gold and teal eyes as he confessed and the kiss afterward. Why couldn’t she stay inside the dream for a bit longer? She traced the outline of her lips. 

Her lover kept his promise. He died before she became a demon. He never had to see her like this. A shell of her former self. Listless, selfish, gluttonous. She rolled to her side. Her stomach growled. Another night in the endless days where she sought a cure to this hunger. 

There was no cure. She pinched her stomach. There was no cure for the emptiness, eating away at her insides. The only relief were the memories of Iguro and his all encompassing love. 

I wish you were here. She looked at the empty side of her hotel bed. What would it have been like if he was turned into a demon? He would have been beside her now. She ran her hand over the sheets, recalling how she would search for his sleeping form in the middle of the night as humans. The longing was still there. Mitsuri rolled out of the bed, her white silk robe trailing on the floor. Tonight she had to hunt. 

—-

Mitsuri never stayed in one place for too long. It would be noticeable if multiple men disappeared from the same club or city. Now, she was standing beside the bar trying to decide who would be her next victim. She smiled at the man across the crowd. He was tall with bleached short hair. He met her gaze and she winked. He made his way down the steps to her. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” He greeted. 

“Waiting for you,” Mitsuri said, the lie slipping out easily. He grinned widely. 

“I’m Kenji,” he introduced himself. 

“Haru,” she said using a pseudonym, batting her eyes at him. It was over the top, but men couldn’t resist a girl throwing herself at them. “I’m in town for business.”

“What are you drinking?” Kenji asked and pulled her to the bar’s service counter. His hand rested on her upper arm. “I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

“Such a gentleman,” she praised. 

The bartender was preparing drinks. The lights were dimmed, but she could see his features clearly. The man from her dreams. Her flirtatious nature vanished seeing him. Black hair pulled back into a ponytail and his two toned gaze honed in on Kenji and her as he looked over his shoulder. She licked her lips as he glanced her way. The only thing missing was his scars. His cheeks were smooth, she wanted to run her hands over them. 

“Okita, my girl wants a whiskey on the rocks,” Kenji yelled over the cacophony of sounds. She barely registered the man she decided would be her meal tonight. 

“Is that right?” The bartender asked. Mitsuri nodded, unable to speak. He was so close, the man she craved more than anyone. Her usual calm demeanor lost as her hand shook. Okita turned around to prepare her drink. He was well built, his hands tactful as he pulled out a chilled glass and one of the bottles of whiskey. He didn’t even bother looking for it. He memorized the selection. 

Obanai. 

Thud, thud, thud. 

It was the first time she felt her heart race in decades. Her past lover stood in front of her. All she had to do was reach across the counter and run her hands over his face. His scarless face. 

I love you. He told her nearly a hundred years ago and it still rang true. At least for her. This man was a mirror copy of her lover. 

“Here,” the man said, holding the amber drink and meeting her gaze. She took the drink and tried to ignore the way their fingers grazed and the spark of electricity under her skin. Did he feel it? Her lips tingled. When was the last time they had kissed? It must have been the night they fell into the Infinity Castle. “Are you alright? It looks like you saw a ghost,” he questioned with concern. Mitsuri stood straighter.

“No, I just-“ she said, losing her cultivated calm. 

Before Mitsuri could find the words, Kenji pulled her into the crowd. Her goal tonight was to find her next meal. She could not get distracted by the man who looked like her past lover. She sipped on her drink as Kenji continued to flirt. Mitsuri kept the conversation going, easily enough. Kenji talked about himself, not bothering to ask her any more questions. He was less of a gentleman than she thought. 

As much as she tried to focus on Kenji, her eyes kept drifting back to the bar every few minutes. Okita was methodical as he went from person to person. He took orders and made drinks and small talk. 

He smiled at the customers, yet it never reached his eyes. He was pretending, just like she was. The thought was sobering. They were actors tonight. He was cast in the role of a working man while she was a woman looking for a casual hookup. Obanai told her once he loved her because of her authenticity. The memory made her sick. What would Obanai think of her now? 

“It looks like you need a refill,” Kenji said, breaking her concentration. Mitsuri looked down at the empty drink in her hand. “I’ll grab you a new one.”

“No, I’ll get it,” Mitsuri said and turned before she could stop herself. It wouldn’t hurt to talk to Okita. She slipped away and through the crowd. When she stepped up to the bar she was faced with a white haired woman serving behind the counter. 

“What can I grab for you?” The new bartender asked lazily. Mitsuri scanned the entire bar, but he was gone. When had he disappeared? 

“Where did Okita go?” Mitsuri asked despite her best judgement. He wasn’t the same man as Obanai. They may have looked alike, but they were not the same. 

“His shift ended. You can probably catch him outside,” she said, pointing towards the exit. Mitsuri set her drink on the counter and ran out the door, forgetting about her mission. 

The cold air hit her lungs as she opened the heavy door. Mitsuri looked to the right and only saw a dumpster with a rat running across the top. 

“Ghost girl,” someone said on the other side of her. Mitsuri turned towards the sound, already knowing it was Okita. Even his voice was like Obanai’s. He held a cigarette in his left hand as he leaned against the brick wall. He flicked the ash on the ground. “Are you running away from Kenji?” He asked. “I don’t blame you. He’s an asshole.” 

“Sort of,” Mitsuri answered and shut the door behind her. It was only the two of them-and the rat looking for food in the dumpster. “If you knew he was an asshole, why didn’t you intervene?” 

“It’s not my place and, besides, you look like you can handle yourself. If you’re here, then it seems like I was right.” There was a glint in his eye. He smirked as he brought the cigarette to his mouth. He breathed in and out, blowing the smoke straight up.

Mitsuri swallowed as she stepped in front of him. She had not felt nervous in ages. It was foreign as other past feelings emerged with this man’s appearance. What was she doing right now? 

“The other bartender said your shift was over,” Mitsuri said. 

“Was it that good of a drink?” Okita asked, tilting his head. “Izumi could have made you the same thing.” Mitsuri shook her head. 

“No, I wanted to see you,” she confessed. She wanted to do more than simply see him. She wished to touch his scarless face, run her hands through his silky hair, and kiss him. Objectively, Mitsuri knew this man wasn’t the same as Obanai, but they’re similarities were uncanny. He ignited a spark and now a small ember burned inside her chest.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Demon mitsuri x human! Reader?

Ooooh, okay! I say Upper Moon Mitsuri because that one is much cooler! Interesting fact: Shitsuren, according to Google Translate, means Heartbreak in Japanese

Kanroji Mitsuri

“Kaaaawww! A Upper Moon has been found! Kaaww!” Your crow called out from above, hidden by the dark beauty of the night as you ran at your top speed to follow the intelligent bird. She was leading you to the location of the demon and luckily, you were the nearest Hashira.

Though, ‘Upper Moon’ frightened you as Upper Moons were beyond your strength level but at the same time, you were ready to sacrifice your life to save Japan for good

Arriving in a dark, misty forest where nothing seemed lived in, you pasted the village but yet, you were confused by the lack of living breathing beings. Nothing was in this forest; no chirping of birds, no human screaming

It was rather eerie as you slowed down your running and beginning to walk with your katana flaring upwards as a warning to any nearby demons that you mean business. A rather elegant female voice harmonised through the air like the trees were the ones making that noise, out of nowhere

A stream of see-through fabric flowed past your sight as you hopped back in instinct. It was dead quiet for quite some time whilst you looked around for any signs of demons. Now something has finally come out and it all came crashing down, you were rather nervous but you flipped on your bravery

Preparing yourself and raising up your katana to strike, you stopped in place entirely and whipped your head around to find the demon, why waste your energy until you can actually start the fight. Traces of the demon was very faint so you had to carefully try track it down. The silence enveloped you, your intensity fading slowly until your body jolted up at the feeling of sharp drags on your thighs

A pair of claws ran up your skin, touching your thigh-high socks. You immediately swung your katana down with a deep breath, effectively cutting those hands clean off and jumping back in sync to finally see the demon. Your eyes sparkled in shock at the sight before you, you didn’t need to find the demon yourself, it came to you

The demon was bizarrely beautiful. Bright pink hair fading to lime green with three long braids, lime green eyes with the Kanji of “Upper Eight”, a pretty pink kimono with a open slit at her thighs, a light green haori with that same see-through fabric at the ends, a pair of green thigh-highs with a thick navy blue stripe at the top. She looked rather human, she could easily come off as one if you didn’t have the ability to sense her demonic nature

“Oh my~ Tell me, what’s your name~” The Upper Moon suddenly chirped once her hands regenerated in a mere blink, clapping her new hands together in a act of innocence and kindness. You gripped your katana handle tighter and bit on your lip for a few seconds to steady yourself. Rather she be beautiful or not, she’s a demon. A monster, a killer and she was most likely trying to seduce you into lowering your guard

��… Myōji Dokusha” You answer firmly and somewhat reluctant as the demon chirped pleased, closing her eyes with a smile once she heard your name. You didn’t sense any hostility or aggression coming off her figure but you couldn’t let your guard down, she can easily trick you and lure you into a trap. “Call me Shitsuren!”

The uncomfortable silence was diced apart when Shitsuren begun cooing cheerfully, disappearing the second you blink and reappearing behind you. Her arms circled around your collarbone and a hand grazed down your hair in a rather enticing manner for a demonic creature like her, her eyes glowed predatory-like.

“Dokusha. What a gorgeous name~” Shitsuren’s silky voice radiated positivity, showing off her clean snowy white fangs through her smile as she leant her head on your shoulder. She was playing with you, the bitch. You hissed angrily in your head, planting your zori sandal down on the floor stably

You rose your arms to begin swinging as fast as humanely possible but Shitsuren moved much faster than you ever could, karate chopping the flesh of your neck hard enough to trigger a knockout. Her twisted sweet smile didn’t fade as your vision darkened quickly and your body fell limply into her arms, your sword jumping away on clinks

Shitsuren rolled her tongue excitedly, standing up with you tucked in her arms comfortably after seconds of readjusting you to lay bridal style up against her chest before she stomps on your katana full force, breaking it into pieces. Walking forward, such disgusting sweetness poured from her whilst the delicious smell of human blood wafted past her nostrils

“You are such a delicious treat~ I’m not gonna let you get away from me, Dokusha~”

[quozacheese]

[roleswap au]

i love the Kochos sm

[beddybites]

mom said it was my turn to genderbend the hashira

[yuki2sksksk]

Crossover ship of Mitsuri and Sanji cause why not

I imagine a modern sort of AU with these two in the spotlights:

Mitsuri traveling away from Kimetsu town after tragically lost her boyfriend of years Obanai due to an incident involving his family (murder mystery maybe). Taking Kaburamaru with her, she stays in the Grand City, working as an art teacher in the New World Academy.

In the midst of her grief, she finds comfort in a cafe where the chef is nice enough to cook her enormous amount of food without any complaints every time she comes over.

Or maybe it's the chef himself.

(Mitsuri and Sanji are going to start off as friends and then close friends and it'd take a very long time for them to be together because one is afraid that she'd forgot her late boyfriend if she moved on, and another doesn't want to take advantage of the poor girl and he's unsure if he's worth enough to be with her)

[mooechi]

a few hashbrowns as celebs au

[af12art]

Recolor plus my au versions of hashiras as demon and the demons as hashiras. The Au demon version of Muichiro and Sanemi is still undetermined, so I used one of the concept ideas I have so I can finish this style.

[lelee-tdn]

“When snowflakes fall, I wish you love”

Finally had the chance to finish this comic 😭💖💖 I love them sm.

Akaza barista being a gentleman has my whole heart 😫

[meowzfordayz]

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Author’s Note: short and sweet, and hopefully a lil funny too. 😆

how they speak up for you — mitsuri, shinobu, kyojuro, sanemi, muichiro

Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~800

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

Emergency Request Fulfilled: could you write comfort for when Their S/o like absolutely hates speaking up for themselves, like someone could be walking all over them and they'd be like "Oh, its fine" bc conflict= worst enemy? I would like to request Muichiro (love him sm) and Sanemi if that's okay, and the rest you can decide (-if you want to add more.)

~faqs~

Mitsuri will be all over the situation (in a good way, ofc 😌)

“Baby, didn’t you want your drink hot?” —> she’s already staring daggers at the barista who made your drink 😒

“Hm?”

You do your best to conceal the pinch of your eyebrows, as well as the goosebumps raising on your arms 🥶

“I thought cold drinks made you cold, and you don’t like being cold?”

… “Hm?”

She’s not buying your nonchalance 🙃

“That’s it.” Uh oh. “I’m getting you your drink made right.”

😳🫣🫠

“Nonono, Mitsuri, it’s fiiine.” 😭

Arms crossed, her lips purse, eyes narrowed as you weakly grin and take a big sip 😄

“If you won’t let me get you another one, then at least wear my sweater?”

🤯 “Okay!” 🤭

So maybe she’s wearing a cropped tank top underneath — you’re only a mere mortal after all 

— #oops my thirst made an appearance 😅

Short girlfriend = scary girlfriend

And that’s a compliment 😎

Shinobu doesn’t need height, bulk, or a dick to defend you

Her scathing tongue and unnerving stare are plenty

Not to mention, she’ll go full Karen if need be, but the more eloquent, calculating, deceptively sweet version 😌

She can make anyone feel like a complete idiot in 2-3 sentences, give or take 

Which does include you, but you don’t argue too often 😅

Basically:

It’s highkey hot when she speaks up for you 🤭

But it may or may not make you cry when her sharpness is directed toward you 🥲

Fortunately, you in distress is also one of few things that immediately softens her — at least, when she’s the reason for it 🥺

Kyojuro always tries to solve your problems for you

Not bc he thinks you’re incapable, and not w/o your expressed consent/prior communication

But he just hates seeing you unhappy, uncomfortable, unsafe — really anything that isn’t grinning and laughing

He understands there’s a time and place for more difficult and painful emotions, but why on earth wouldn’t he go out of his way to ensure those times and places are as few and far between as possible????? 🤨

So, obvi, he more than willingly goes out of his way ☺️

“Do you want me to say something?” his quiet breath warms your ear, softening the frustration growing in your chest

“I dunno,” you sigh, gesturing hopelessly at the person who’d just cut you in line, “We’re all going to the same place anyway.”

“True,” he shrugs, “But that was quite rude and noticeable of them.”

“Do you want to say something?” you tease, elbowing his side with amused fondness

“Not if it discomforts you.”

“It wouldn’t discomfort me,” you mumble, cheeks darkening nonetheless, “You’re so cute.”

Albeit, you aren’t sure whether to feel proud or embarrassed when he somehow intimidates the person who cut you into leaving altogether 😅

On one hand, you know Sanemi has your back ☺️

On the other hand, you aren’t 100% positive that that’s a good thing 😬

“I swear, does that bitch even know I exist?!” 😤

… 🫣

“I bet she doesn’t! Otherwise she wouldn’t dare treat you like-” 😤

“And this is why she doesn’t know you exist.” 🥲

“Pardon?” 😐

“Sanemi, I love you, and I so appreciate how ready to go to war you are for me, but-”

“Ooh darling, you have no idea. Go to war? I will be the war for you.” 😤

“So sweet,” your eyes roll, “How about you just let me handle it?”

“And how are you handling it?” he scoffs, “With smiley face emojis?” 🙄

…

“You deserve kindness and honesty. Not her manipulative bitch shit.”

“I’ll block her.”

“You what?!” 😳

“Would that suffice?” 😅

“Actually… yeah.” Sanemi is very surprised. Gushing now, “I’m so fucking proud of you.” 🥰

It’s kind of alarming when Muichiro speaks up for you

Bc you get a faint taste of what he was like before he’d really opened up to love 😕

And that Tokito Muichiro is sharp and cold as steel w/ a -139% tolerance for bullshit

Impossible to impress 😬

But your Muichiro hugs you when you’re feeling low, rests his chin on your shoulder while you do your best to draft a stern, confident text msg to your asshole “friend”, and is more than happy to tell you what he would do were he in your shoes

… you usually ignore his advice 😅

Buuut sometimes he reaches over and hits SEND before you can stop him 🫠

“MUI! I was going to delete some of that!” 😭

“Nah, it’s great as is.” 😎

[artsy-alice]

KnY Actors AU (Swordsmith Village Edition)

bc i got many tags/replies/messages telling me to do the Actor AU... here i am... look ma I did the Actor AU !!! details/thoughts under the cut!

(for the sake of my sanity I'll just use their character names for everyone lol)

Mitsuri is some sort of popular athlete/gymnast/stuntwoman who posts videos of herself doing stunts... Even before she got cast she's already a popular fancast for the character, helped by her already signature pink hair <3

Tanjiro *is* a popular actor with lots of experience ALSO he's a heartthrob & just super cool & everyone loves him - like he's just perfect Tanjiro.

The two little Nezuko-chans are his actual lil sisters!!! They are twins!!!

Genya and Muichiro are dating irl and they're super cute off-cam - even tho they don't share a lot of scenes this season they always hang out on each other's sets/shoots.

Genya is a quiet bean!! He's just in his corner!! His favorite character is Giyuu (which annoys his onscreen brother lmao Sanemi's like "Why not ME?")

Muichiro & Mitsuri are both super active in social media & post BTS pics!

Inosuke is a dancer and originally applied to be a background stuntperson BUT THEY ARE SO PRETTY and had amazing chemistry with the cast they were casted anyway. They're besties with Nezuko bc I love them so much ur honor.

That's all this is completely self-indulgent I make no promises of more I just wanted to draw my favorite characters ahaha

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there wasn't a slice of life moment with these idiots so i took matters into my own hands... this is my modern au (kimetsu gakuen adjacent?) hence their designs.

[captions i was too lazy to add under the cut]

[reallypleasanttree]

Snippet for Demon Mitsuri AU Obamitsu fanfic wip. Setting: Modern Era

Mitsuri never stayed in one place for too long. It would be noticeable if multiple men disappeared from the same club or city. Now, she was standing beside the bar trying to decide who would be her next victim. She wanted to see her human lover again. The feeling of being loved was addictive. She craved it. 

She smiled at the man across from her. He was tall, blond with a mustache. He met her gaze and she winked. He made his way over to her. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” He greeted. 

“Waiting for you,” Mitsuri said, the lie slipping out easily. He grinned widely. 

“I’m Lance,” he introduced himself. 

“Lily,” she said using a pseudonym, batting her eyes at him. It was over the top, but men couldn’t resist a girl throwing herself at them. “I’m in town for business.”

“What are you drinking?” Lance asked and pulled her to the bar’s service counter. His hand rested on her upper arm. “I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

“Such a gentleman,” she praised him. The bartender was facing away from them preparing drinks. 

Her heart thudded for the first time in decades. The man from her dreams. Her usual calm vanished seeing him. Black hair pulled back into a ponytail and his two toned gaze honed in on Lance and her as he looked over his shoulder. She licked her lips as he glanced her way. The only thing missing was his scars. His cheeks were smooth, she wanted to run her hands over them. 

“Okita, my girl wants a whiskey on the rocks,” Lance yelled over the cacophony of sounds. She barely registered the man she decided would be her meal tonight. 

“Is that right?” The bartender asked. Mitsuri nodded, unable to speak. He was so close, the man she craved more than anyone. The bartender  turned around again to prepare her drink. He was well built, his hands tactful as he pulled out a chilled glass and one of the bottles of whiskey. He didn’t even bother looking for it. He memorized the selection. 

Lance was talking, but she failed to listen. The man who haunted her dreams stood before within her reach. So close, yet too far. Her a demon and him a human. She shivered.

Obanai. 

[vinlynce]

pokemon mystery dungeons your hashira

[beddybites]

quick 20 minute doodles to show more of the pintsized pillars au dynamics !!!

feel free to ask more about them, i may doodle some responses since they r fresh on my mind

[yuki2sksksk]

are you able to do more of the kny pirate au? I really like the concept of it :3

(Someone asks about Mitsuri and I accidentally deleted it 🥹)

In this AU, Mitsuri is a barmaid and yes, Obanai is a merman :)

An old unfinished drawing that I've left for so long lol

Mitsuri comes back with a generous amount of fruits but no one is there when she returns.

[Masterlist]

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

could you do a yandere demon mitsuri or shinobu with a demon slayer darling

Demon Slayer Reader in Reverse AU | Yandere KNY

In this alternate universe the hashira are the equivalents of the Upper Moons. Unbelievably strong, incredibly devious, and just as responsible for innumerable deaths as their creator. You on the other hand are like Tanjiro Kamado, a demon slayer dutifully following the orders of Muzan as he’s determined to finally stop the rampant killing that those demons do. But there’s something special about you. Something that the demons just can’t deny. That has them persistently chasing you their greater their connection to their beloved creator. Maybe it’s the blood of their kin, or your kissable lips, or the curses you mutter as your sword doesn’t slice through their necks. Either way they are down-bad:

Mitsuri Kanroji

Turned after being rejected for her strength and differences

Now she uses them to eat scores of humans particularly the most bland people she can find

Can you believe just how few people she actually loves?

Too few people are special because of their differences or physical traits

Which means she’s happily devour all those who don’t which is a lot

She of course claims it’s love at first sight when she sees you

It really can be something as simple as a colorful hanafuda or being deaf

Anything unique to you makes her weak in her knees

“You’re making me so happy just to have met you! I love you!”

So busy fawning over you, she barely misses your swing

Stronger than others she only falls for you deeper

In her twisted mind the blood of Ubuyashiki makes beautiful people of his divine choice even more beautiful 

Thus her mission when fighting you is to turn you

So she can have your beauty be eternal

“Don’t avoid me for long my Love! I’m going to make you perfect soon!’

The biggest challenge other than her flexibility, the cherry blossom flooded air, and her insane physical strength is her beau

Rarely does the Demon Moon of Love leave without the Demon Moon of Snakes in tow

And while for your first meetings he definitely is not trying to keep you alive for the change

After he get’s to know you and a nice talk that involves lot’s of dying lower rank demon slayers they’ll both be on the same page

Which will spell absolute doom for you as the conniving duo is not going to bother being upfront 

They’ll scheme

They’ll plot 

Hold your tsugoko or friends from up high as they take advantage of your heightened emotions

“I want to love you forever and ever and ever. And no one is going to stop me! Not even you”

Shinobu Kocho

She was turned along with her sister who Ubuyashiki saved after she fell ill

For years prior she had devoted herself to science, to medicine only for it to fail her at every turn 

Only when she incorporated the great Ubuyashiki’s blood into her creations does she find proper results good results

And she is praised with having so many willing addicted meals and servants to offer as she produces her remedies for masses

Interacting with prey so often gives her a better way to hide and know about the demon slayer’s actions

And amateur slayers that come into her shop swords drawn are usually bullied by the surrounding towns folk

All to be beaten up and kicked out of the town becoming easy pickings at that point

She thought she’d do the same to you

By the way you walked she could sense your power and her mortal end coming closer

But you didn’t attack

Surrounded by many of her loyal customers you ask that she try the contents of a vial to tell what it is

Since it’s suspicious to the people you offer to drink it, another villager drinks it

“You’re the greatest medic in this region. Won’t you tell me what it is and where to find it?”

It’s Wisteria

Potent and poisonous wisteria 

Here shinobu is faced with a choice

Attack you ruin her reputation and have to deal with a mob

Or…

drink it and writhe revealing her demon form to be attacked by the mob

“You think you’re a cunning little butterfly don’t you. Flashing your poisonous colors at me. You aren’t aware of the hunger you’ve aroused in me!”

She wasn’t happy as a human with the limits she had

So she doesn’t choose any of those options opting to kill everyone 

You block the attack finding out it’s a feint for her to run away 

Run away with a snarl that she hasn’t shown for hundreds of years

How dare you!? 

Ruining her perfect system 

When she reports to the Ubuyashiki compound by night she’s got her head down low while reporting 

As expected she was chewed out not only by The Ubuyashiki but the Upper Moons as well 

And there is one person she blames above all for her shame

“That despicable little demon slayer!! I’m going to make them pay!”

Her hatred for you becomes a widely welcomed truth among the other demons

Hanging your whereabouts above her head 

As she snaps at them like a snarling dog

But her hatred is not simply that

She wants to own you 

To hold your face as she successfully demonstrates her mass attack absorbing all within the vicinity 

To clip your pretty little wings and delight in your forbidden flavor for as long as possible

When one of her colleagues theonesheclaimsshehatesthemost pressures her she’s rambling to him about how she’d never want to actually kill you nor turn you completely into a demon like she

“They’re not good enough for Master…but it’d be a shame for such a beautiful butterfly to die so quickly.”

So she’ll turn to science

Once again using her expertise to craft some serum that she plans to keep you attached to for the rest of your not-so mortal life

She’ll use her own blood measuring and testing how little is needed to give you the best parts of being a demon

She knows the clock is ticking as your life goes on

So she’ll be excited to track you down, learning as much as she can about you

Almost as much fun as she’ll enjoy making simple humans that remind her of you as test subjects

She’d even be willing to get help from one of the Upper Moons with her hunt for you

“I hope your ready for a change, butterfly! There’s nothing I can’t do without his blood.”