#abusive husband obanai

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Abusive Husband! Obanai..

I loved the short lil head-cannons btws bae

But how would Abusive Husband! Obanai react to spouse becoming so stressed and self conscious that she ends up extremely mentally sick, and she cant eat/sleep/hardly communicate anymore? Would he take care of them? or would he think their being overdramatic and treat them the same?

(Pronouns can be whichever your most comfortable with!)

(💃Anonymous)

Fucccck. This would not go well! I imagine it’d go something like this;

This is seriously intense and tragic and sad, please be careful reading this!

Iguro Obanai

“Dokusha” Obanai barked angrily as you stared blankly at the wall, cuddled up in the recently dried futon with no words left. You could barely think anymore, your mind emptier than the clearest skies. All the abuse, all the hate, all of it every single day piled up. It stressed you out until your mind snapped, you fell so ill that heard Obanai’s voice echoing down the hallway. Yelling and insulting you for nothing. Your self-image dropped so low that you stared at knives in consideration of using them

You didn’t feel the need to eat or sleep anymore. As you just stared at the wall, waiting on absolutely nothing in the futon you didn’t feel the warmth of anymore. Obanai found you after a long day of Hashira duty and he was ready to give you the usual hell for your minor mistake but he is confused and weirded out by your sudden demeanour change, what’s the problem?

“Dokusha. Answer me. Iguro Dokusha” Obanai barked again, dropping down to his knees and waving his hand in front of your eyes. Those irises were so cloudy and lifeless, he was wondering if you were actually dead. His fingers quickly rested on your neck, feeling the healthy pulse so he did know that you were still alive. But you barely blinked, barely breathed

The lack of response had him eventually shaking you physically. His anger faded away into raw concern as his obsession took over. He does hurt you a lot, but the last thing he wants is for you to be dead. “Dokusha. Dokusha” Your eyes tilted up to see his, and you wanted to cry but you just couldn’t, why give your abuser that satisfaction

“Dokusha. Talk to me” Obanai grabs you and lifts you up so you’re sitting on your bottom as your head mindlessly falls forward. Obanai holds your head up with his palm under your chin so you’ll keep eyes on him at times

“Don’t ignore me. Dokusha. We need to talk” Obanai continues to repeat, usually, he’d be furious over the fact you overshined his katana but now, he was just concerned if you were mentally sound. You blinked slowly, glaring at him as you managed to get the first and final words you wanted to say forever out

“… Yo… u” Obanai flinched visibly, still confused and conflicted as you gathered every ounce of strength you had left to speak. You didn’t have anything to finally yell back at him for everything he put you through, you just spoke as if you were truly dying

“Y… our…. Fa… ult… You… d… id… th… is…” You muscled out on a soft, lifeless voice as you needed to get the one thought you had radiating in your mind out to run free, involuntarily leaning on his shoulder as Obanai’s whole world cracked and crumbled before his very eyes at just those mere five words

He did do this to you. But he didn’t mean to break you, he just wanted to help fix you. To make you better, because he truly does love you. He didn’t want you to end up emotionally scarred and torn apart like a useless tissue, he didn’t mean for this to happen. Everything he did was cruel and apathetic, he didn’t realise how horrible he was to you until now

He’s suppose to protect you, as your husband, not make your life even more dangerous. But he did the worst thing one could do to their spouse, abuse you until you lost everything you use to be. Now, you’re a walking skin suit. You didn’t have any emotions nor conscious as it was all scrubbed off for good

This was a accident. What can he do?! What can he do?! How can he fix this?! Obanai stopped his anxious mind-rants as his arms clutched onto you and brought you towards him so he can tightly hug you, slowly turning to the nearby window, his Kasugai crow sat patiently, plucking at his wing feathers to groom himself

“Dokusha…” Obanai remarks gently as you looked up at him after seconds of intense strength-gathering, you didn’t want to but you did. He knew exactly what he had to do, to save you from him. He had to expose himself to the world, the world he tried so desperately to keep you away from for his own selfish needs. He had been so selfish for so long, keeping you against your will, cutting you apart like you’re a block of cheese, forcing you to become pregnant with his child

He thought he was the victim but no, you’re the real victim. The one who needs to get away, but Obanai couldn’t live with himself if he did just let you go. He needed to pay for hurting you and hurting Kaburamaru, forcing you into a marriage you probably didn’t want in the first place, forcing you to carry his offspring for over 6 months

“I… won’t see you ever again” Obanai claims, running his hand through your hair but you didn’t feel the lovely pleasure one would feel at such a massaging sensation. You felt nothing

For some reason, you decided to hear him out with the slowest and weak nod humanely possible. All your experience with Obanai told you he was bullshitting. This time, he was speaking the whole truth and nothing more

“You deserve better than me. I’ve been the worst husband to you. I thought i was helping but I wasn’t. I ruined you, I broke you. I’m gonna tell the Master everything I’ve done to you and I, most likely, will be executed. But for you… I’m going to do it” Obanai explained himself so wholeheartedly, his emotions came back to him as he gently presses his forehead against yours and closed his eyes to bask in your presence for a few seconds

It’d be one of, if not the last time he ever have, before he leaves this earth

After that mini paragraph of a reflection. Everything past the day just went by in a huge blur and next thing you know, you’re being brought to the Hashira meeting by your parents, who helped you walk as if you had broken your ankles. You looked less like a corpse after a week or so of being with your parents when Obanai sent letters and proof to the Master about his crimes against you

Unsure why, you don’t remember the trip to the luxurious dark room but you were suddenly on your knees in the middle of your protective mother and father as the Master sat in front of Obanai himself, his head basically buried in the wooden floor, presented in a deep bow as one of the Master’s daughters read every single word of Obanai’s detailed letters

“Iguro Obanai… this is the most disturbing case of domestic abuse I’ve ever had the displeasure of learning about” Kagaya spoke with such anger and disappointment lacing his smooth elegant tone, that Obanai felt his blood being churned in pure suddenly-discovered shame. All the Hashira, behind him, was kneeled down on the grainy floor before the open building were silent, with wide eyes of disbelief at each claim presented to them. They were angry and upset to learn the truth

The other Hashira were taken back as each responded very differently. Kanroji sobbed outloud as she never suspected her beloved friend was abusive, Kocho and Tomioka stayed quiet, Tokito wasn’t paying attention so he was trialing off, Shinazugawa, Uzui and Rengoku demanded your husband get the death penalty for his treatment of you, and Himejima prayed for the death penalty to cleanse Obanai of the demons possessing him

The Master raised his hand with no verbal cues following, effectively silencing the chanting Hashira in the back, as everybody held their breath in suspense for what he’ll say; the right punishment fit for the inhumane action. “I believe I have made a decision. Based on the evidence, the fact you have pleaded guilt and described everything you’ve done in great detail, and with the condition of Iguro Dokusha herself all in consideration. I find you, Iguro Obanai, worthy of the death penalty for your crimes against another”

Kagaya remarked with a intense pain of guilt striking in his weak heart for you, the victim of one of his former children. Obanai knew that would happen, his head never leaving the floor beneath him as the Hashira in the back went wild in relief for the correct answer being called out, including your parents but you didn’t respond

Obanai had left everything he knew you’d love before you were taken by your parents in the morning, and he was taken in by his former acquaintances only a few hours later. All his money, every present he bought you and Kaburamaru whilst he burned everything else that could possibly remind you of him and his abuse, including the wedding pictures and his own ring

He would have left you his Estate so you have a home but he knew you’d have it torn down with possibly all the money he has given to you. 4 years worth of high finances from Hashira duty built up, you would be well off for a long time without him nor working to provide for yourself

Shinazugawa and Uzui hopped onto the wooden platform in a blink to pull Obanai off his knees and away from the Master as his two young daughters helped move him out of the way of the execution weapon; a old fashioned guillotine, brought in by two masked Kakushi and prepared in no time. The blade, nice and sharp and the weaved bucket read to catch a head

The two Hashira aggressively shoved Obanai into the guillotine when one of the Kakushi opened the wooden trap door and the other used the nearby rope to hoister the executional metal high enough until it bumped against it’s wooden frame peek. It was so scary to even hear the noises of the machine

Obanai’s head instinctively turned to face you, letting loose a visible smile at the sight of you healthier and more stable. Due to his bandages being removed beforehand, those thin scars highlighted his face and you could see his genuine relief as Shinazugawa and Uzui worked together to tie his hands and feet still with rope so he couldn’t move any further

Obanai is completely ready to die for you. Head locked in the guillotine hole with the wooden trapdoor shut now, and the thick sharp blade ready to drop on his bare neck. That smile was the most genuine smile you’ve ever seen from him and it broke your heart into two, more than what he did before

His beautiful heterochromatic eyes welled up with tears, his happiness was overwhelming as his death would lead to your freedom. He was happy to be the one to give you what you truly deserved as your eyes also grew glassy, locking with his and you begun protesting in the loudest voice you could manage

You didn’t want to see him die, you wanted to give him another chance as you found love in your heart for him. “Wait! Please! Don’t—“ You cried outloud with tears flowing and staining your cheeks, struggling against your mother and father but your begging went unchecked, overshadowed by the Hashira chanting for the death penalty getting louder and louder

Obanai closed his eyes with that same unchanging smile as he spoke to you, just before the blade dropped at record speed. The Master decided to let him get his final words out before making him pay for his felonies, for which, he thought he deserved to give his life for. He wanted to tell you something before he went to hell

“Dokusha… i love you and I’ll always love you…”

Splat

He’s gone... You think as you stare at his now headless corpse and the celebration roars of the Hashira are blurred out, your head fuzzing and spinning. Your hand clutched your still ringed finger and your heart cracked, his thick rosey red blood pooled in the basket and leaked through onto the wooden panes. You cried out desperately, you couldn’t believe he was gone. Your husband, Obanai is gone

Forever

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UNLESS (sanemi x f!reader) Pt 3.

MDNI, 18+ angst, swearing

Pt. 4 >

warnings: arrangedmarriage!au, angst/fluff, MANGA SPOILERS, abuse

nightmare (/ˈnʌɪtmɛː/)

a terrifying dream in which the dreamer experiences feelings of helplessness, extreme anxiety, sorrow, etc.

word count: 4k

Part Three (Newlyweds)

-

There was sobbing, and he can’t see anything. His hands felt sticky as he fumbled around to find his bearings. That voice…

“Sanemi…”

A person collapses into his hands, making him fall to his knees to cradle them.

“M-mom?”

It can’t be…there’s no way. She’s crying into his hands, and he can feel the sharp fangs and claws he had worked hard to supress in the trenches of his memory graze against his hands.

“Are you becoming your father Nemi?” she sniffled as she finally looked up, holding his gaze with her very human-looking eyes.

None of this was making any sense. His father… Sanemi winced as more memories resurfaced, the way his father would drag his mother by the hair and fling her across the room, raining angry punches on her shrinking figure. He remembers the bitter taste of his father’s fists when he had tried intervening before, and he remembers the twist in his gut when his father would threaten to hit the rest of his siblings if he ever stepped in between his parents again.

“I-If you turn into him…she will end up like I did,” his mother’s shaky voice pulls him out of his own head.

His eyes widened as the pieces clicked. No. No way. He swore to himself he would never let it happen again.

“She…She’ll become a demon?”

Why was his voice shaking? He watched, frozen as his mother sat up to face him, wiping her tear-stricken cheeks with a clawed hand. She shook her head as she grinned, all her razor-sharp teeth showing, stained dark red with the blood of his siblings. She grabs his hands, which he’s realising are also covered in someone’s blood, and he doesn’t know whose. He could see the tremors in his fingertips as she places his hands on both sides of her neck.

“She’ll die by your hands”

“No!”

A sickening crack echoes as her hands force his to twist.

-

Sanemi jolted awake, sitting up as his breathing heaved, cold sweat running down his back and chest. It was just a nightmare. A fucking horrible one, but it was just that and only that. He rubbed his face as he left his room, silently opening the door to the bedroom opposite his, and he couldn’t lie, he was relieved to see your sleeping figure, gently rising and falling with each soft breath. He leaned against the door frame as he recalled what happened a week ago.

Kamado Tanjiro had accused him of being an abusive husband, and it had made him see red. He didn’t care if people treated him like he was some brute, but the one thing he had sworn to never become, was the pathetic excuse of a man his father was. It took all the trainees, and a screeching Sorai cawing the news that Y/N had been found unconscious and had been admitted into the care of the Butterfly Estate, to stop him dead in his tracks.

He had sprinted as fast as the winds could carry him, and he was met with a sharp gazed Shinobu before he could burst into every room to find you. She had spoken in a very pointed tone as she revealed that you were beginning to show symptoms of malnourishment. She had also dropped that a diet of only birdseed and water, as well as sleeping outdoors was no way any spouse should be treated and it was a miracle you had survived that way for almost a month.

For the whole week you were unconscious, the sinking feeling of guilt only deepened the more he remained by your side, noticing how frail your figure had become, the way your cheeks were sunken and your wrists bony. He’d take naps in the spare bed next to yours whenever the tiredness of staying awake got to him, and when Obanai and Mitsuri came to visit, he would take their harsh words with his head down.

“You know she came from a mountain clan, right? How could you not know their history with women?” Obanai accused.

“I’m sure you didn’t mean it Sanemi! There’s no way you would treat her this way intentionally, right?”

“Nonsense, Oyakata-sama was very clear in his advice to him, Mitsuri. He has no excuse.”

Oyakata-sama’s advice. Why didn’t he remember it earlier? It felt confusing at the time, and he didn’t keep the words in mind, but it all made sense now that he’s piecing the pieces together.

“Speak clearly and have meals together.”

What the hell kind of marriage advice was that anyways? How was he supposed to know that the food you laid out each day was for him, let alone the fact that him not eating it meant that you wouldn't? Fuck, what kind of twisted upbringing did you have?

But Sanemi was never one to dwell in regret, so he swears to himself to dedicate his all to your recovery. By the time you were finally discharged, he had arranged for the Kakushi to deliver groceries daily and had requested for another week off.

Sanemi had been awkwardly looming around you as you went about your daily chores post-recovery and though there was a tiny weird tension between the two of you, you had learned to ignore it and enjoy his adorable attempt of company instead. The only few moments he would leave you alone were when he would be shuffling about in the kitchen while you were mending his uniforms in the living room, (and mysterious plates of ohagi would appear on the table in front of you after you wake up from your mid-sewing naps) or when you would take your evening sit in the backyard (and you can still hear his soft pacing as he waited for you to come back inside to the safety of your home). It was sweet that he was truly working on being a better husband for you.

It was during this week that he learnt about your past. He swears he didn’t mean to, but it was late, you were out in the backyard longer than you usually were and he’s never been a man of patience. He had slammed the sliding door open, and you squeaked as you dropped the wet cloth you were using to wipe your body to cover yourself with a towel. He was stunned into silence, the flash of bare skin and the sight of the gnarly scars that ran down your spine gone in a blink as your wide doe eyes turned to him.

Realising he was staring and had interrupted your bath, he could feel the heat rushing to his face as he averted his gaze and muttered an apology, scampering back indoors. He was dying inside from embarrassment. Gah, you probably think he’s a pervert now.

He slid down against the thin door, face in his hands as he tried to rub off the heat on his cheeks. He didn’t stay that way for long though, jumping back on his feet when he heard your soft knock, and your shy invite to join you in your evening sit. You’d open the door when there was no response to the sight of his back to you, but he’d let you slip your hand in his and he’d let you guide him back to sit outside.

You sat in a comfortable silence, staring at the moon, pretending you don’t feel his heavy gaze on you. Your hand was still in his, and he made no move to remove it as you absently traced your thumb along the large scar that ran across his knuckles.

“Yours aren’t that bad to be honest,” He finally spoke carefully.

“Oh?” Your eyes locked as you shifted to face him.

“These are from my demon turned mum after she murdered all my siblings,” he gestured casually to his face, pulling your hand to rest on his bare chest and the bigger scars that ran across it, “These when I had to kill her.”

And maybe this was a very subtle way of him showing off his muscles to you, so you indulged him by letting your fingers trace the scars along his chest, internally giggling at how he almost seemed to preen proudly under your touch. You’d look up at him, and the faint smirk on his handsome face made your gut swirl in some type of way.

“Mine’s Muzan. Grabbed my spine like it was a handle and he yeeted me,” you’d state so plainly, that it shocked him when he realised what you said.

“Oh shit, you win,” he’d choke a laugh, which made you playfully push his chest with an “It’s not a competition!”

“Yeah, yeah you just want a reason to keep touching me,” he scoffed as he rolled his eyes mirthfully, but his larger hand kept yours held to his chest, and you’d both sit in silence again as you feel his quick pulse, unaware of his fond gaze as you eyed his heart quizzically.

“Um…shujin?”

“Hm?” He’s too caught up in the moment to realise you were still addressing him like that.

“…Are you having…a heart attack?”

- -

Autumn nears as the heavy monsoons shift to rough gales, that have you pinning the laundry with extra clips (so you wouldn’t have another one of your panicked sheet chasing incidents). You could only pray you’ve bribed Sorai with enough fresh peas that he wouldn’t tell your husband about them.

You’ve moved in to the guest bedroom opposite Sanemi’s room, upon his insistence, and married life has been quaint for the both of you. Your husband had left for the regional patrol again, and he had given you strict instructions to keep yourself well fed while he was gone. He had arranged for the Kakushi to collect a grocery list from you each night and to deliver the fresh produce every morning. He’d warn you to keep all the doors and windows shut at night with a gentle pat to your hair, and your heart skips a beat when you thought he was leaning in to kiss your forehead, but he ends up reaching behind you to grab his coin pouch.

You’d giggle nervously because oh no if you had leaned in it would’ve been so embarrassing, and he’d smirk knowingly as you turned shy from how close you were standing together. You’d send him off with a wave, and immediately slumped at the thought of being alone again in the estate for the week.

The week flies by in a blur of chores to keep yourself busy, and today, you had chanced upon your blood stained haori from the well incident, shoved in a messy bundle in the dark corner of a random wardrobe. So you set it out to soak in a tub by said well itself as you continued your work on reviving the dried wisteria tendrils that line the walls of the estate.

A long afternoon of trimming all the dead vines had absolutely exhausted you and you had completely forgotten about your laundry. You were too excited at the possibility of your husband’s return that night, and may have prepared a slightly bigger dinner spread in the hopes of having his company to share it with.

But alas, you end up storing most of it when midnight came around and there were no signs of Sanemi. You were headed off to bed, and that was when you heard what sounded like…a large dog…lapping water…?

—-

There’s an odd stillness in some nights that leaves one’s senses heightened. The sharpened instinct of a held breath and darting eyes, an anticipation for a movement or sound to break the world from its sudden frozen state. Sanemi has learnt to associate these nights with the ones where demons prowl stealthily in their hunt for blood; so he keeps his footsteps quiet and his hand ready on his new blade.

He’s had a long week, and he hopes this next demon would be a quick kill on his way home. The dead air is broken by the sound of beating wings and the sight of his crow flapping towards him. His guard drops for a second but is immediately replaced with a sinking sense of déjà vu. His crow was coming from his estate. Sanemi pushes the wind beneath his feet, desperate to confirm that you were safe and soundly asleep, even though he knew the creeping stench of demon and human blood only got stronger as he neared his home. He jumps high, slashing through the roof with a reinforced slam of wind to land in the middle of your bedroom.

The demon was ugly, human features twisted into a giant mouth that was sucking desperately on a dripping blood tinted haori. Sanemi’s eyes widen at the sight of the broken half of his old blade, lodged into the side of the creature’s neck. Shit. He spares a quick glance to your quivering bloodied figure crumpled into the opposite corner of the room, sobbing face hidden and shaky hand wildly waving the other half of the katana in front of you in a desperate attempt to put some distance between you and the demon. Even though it had already taken a nasty bite out of your forearm, Sanemi couldn’t help the swell of pride in his chest knowing you had almost managed to kill a demon all on your own.

“It’s you, so you’re…him…” the demon slurred, four eyes swirling with delirium and sucking harder on the cloth stuffed in its mouth. Of course.

“Yes, it’s me,” Sanemi grins as he swiftly slashes the back of his hand with his blade, cackling when the effect of his ambrosial Marechi blood was immediate. Saliva pours like a fountain onto the wooden floor when the demon drops the haori in its mouth, stumbling drunkenly towards the source of the irresistible whiff it had been tracking for a month.

And as much as Sanemi would have loved to cut the demon into a thousand pieces and left it to burn a painful death through the rising sun, he settles for a merciful slice to its neck, ignoring its dying gurgles in its own spit to turn his attention to you. You. Fuck, you had passed out.

He’d gingerly remove the blade that had dug into your palm before picking you up to rush over to the Butterfly Estate (again).

——

Fortunately, you had fainted out of shock and not out of blood loss; a quick waft of a medicinal balm and bitter tea being poured into your mouth was enough to rouse you. The gnarly bite on your forearm and the cut on your palm had been swifty disinfected, stitched and bandaged by Shinobu herself. She’d sent you both off with a pouch of wisteria incense sticks to light around the estate.

In the following week after the ordeal, Sanemi would up his patrol rounds, the guilt of his negligence being the reason why you got attacked. You’d barely see your husband around the house but he catches you one night, when he was leaving just before the night was at its darkest.

He had slid his bedroom door open to find your sleeping figure slouched next to it, frowning as he wondered how many days had you been sleeping in this state before he noticed? Ugh, he’s an idiot. Of course you couldn’t sleep in your own room after what happened. Even though the roof had been patched and the interior of your room thoroughly cleaned, you were no member of the corps, and demon trauma wasn’t exactly something you could get over easily.

He picks you up and lays you gently on his bed, lighting one of the incense sticks in his room to soothe your sleep with its calming scent. He shuts the door to his room quietly, a small smile resting on him at the thought of you seeking comfort from him.

He strolls towards the forest near his estate, sword unsheathed as he nicked his wrist then stretching his hands over his head with a yawn. He scoffs as a rustle of movement clearly echoes throughout the silent night. Demons are so stupid.

Sanemi smells the rotting scent of it before it lands with a soft thud behind him. He takes a quick breath, pulling a gale with his sword as he shifts to quickly slice the head off the wretched creature, only to halt an inch before it pierces skin.

Human.

The girl before him was no demon, and the stench he had sniffed before had completely vanished. And though her head was bowed, her uniform was clear: she was a member of the Corps.

Sanemi felt a vein in his temple throb as he's miffed. How did some random girl manage to sneak up on him, a Hashira? He's really losing his A-game and he mentally beats himself up to be harsher on his personal training. There’re no chances to spare when it comes to staying in top condition while demons still roamed the earth.

"My name is Sumiko, great Wind Hashira. I wish to be your Tsuguko and undergo your training," she speaks in a sweet, wispy voice.

She looks up, and if he had not been stunned into how her eyes were the same colour as yours, he would've cut her off already.

"I am here with recommendation from the Love Hashira, who had deemed my ability to manipulate air particles and smells best be refined by the Wind-"

"No."

He stared as her eyes widened in shock at the immediate rejection, and felt irritation bubble as they squint in defiance. It fueled his need to stamp the flickering flame of hope in the young demon slayer.

"I am not looking for a Tsuguko, you can fuck off and tell Mitsuri the same," he scoffed.

He shifts to continue his patrol, pressing down the soles of his shoes onto the earthy forest floor before shooting off to run the rest of his route, leaving behind only a floating leaf and the girl still standing in a sudden daze.

-

Today's the day! Tengen and his wives had sent word that they wanted to visit the Wind Hashira's estate on the way to a famous hot spring nearby. Unbeknownst to both you and your husband, Shinobu had slipped him a crow message with a heavily implied threat if he didn't check in on you and how your husband was treating you.

You had seen the happy bunch in passing at the Ubuyashiki Mansion, only having spoken to the wives once when they were looking for something. And yet, they had treated you like an old friend when you greeted them welcome, immediately dragging you away into the kitchen as the husbands had small talk in the living room.

"Eek, so exciting right? I remember when we got married our newlywed vibes were sooo romantic!" Suma squeals as she admired your wedding ring.

"Suma! Behave yourself!" Makio smacks her hand away, "do you need help with anything?" she graciously...demands?

You politely refuse her, and the three beautiful women trailed behind you as you carried out a tray of onigiri, letting out delighted gasps as you served the group.

A tiny frown creases Hinatsuru's smooth features as you bow politely and retreat back into the kitchen, "Is Y/N not joining us for lunch?" She glanced at Tengen who in turn shoots a look at Sanemi.

"It's not what you're thinking you idiots. It's in her culture that she only eats after me," Sanemi rolls his eyes, picking two of the nicer looking onigiris onto his plate, saving the best one for you later.

"Sounds abit misogynistic," Makio mutters loud enough for Suma to nudge her which starts a small tiff between them until their husband stuffs the halves of a riceball in each of their mouths, making them flush as they chew silently.

Hinatsuru stares patiently till Sanemi sighs, "It's something about making sure the food's not poisoned and whether I decide it's good enough for her".

Suma lets out a sound that sounds similar to an 'awwww' with her mouth full while Makio huffs disgruntledly.

"How's the new intern?" Tengen expertly swerves the conversation topic, his wives letting out an internal sigh of relief as the Wind Hashira gets carried away ranting about Mitsuri and the Demon Slayer Corps.

The quadruple watch as Sanemi gets up, their eyes lingering as he grumbles his way into the kitchen. They hear him pause as he gently sets his plate on the counter, a small grunt of acknowledgement for you to eat before he heads back towards them, immediately picking up where he left off with his rant.

The wives take it as their cue to slip their way back into the kitchen, leaving the husbands to themselves again.

-

"He's such a tsundere," Hinatsuru giggles as you obliviously dig in.

"And he saved the best piece for you too, how romantic," Suma adds with a wiggle of her shoulders.

"So kind, so generous," Makio rolls her eyes, pausing as she catches the look of mischief in Suma's eyes, a small smirk forming on her own face as they both slink nearer to you like Siamese cats.

"How generous is he?" Suma asks, seemingly innocently.

You pause mid-chew to think. Generous? He'd saved your life twice. The infamous ohagis he makes only for himself, yet he shares with you. He'd eaten your cooking everyday since your malnutrition stunt, and he'd save a portion for you neatly, unlike your father who would consider you lucky to get to pluck the rice grains off the floorboards.

He let you sleep in not just his room but his bed, for Kami's sake. You had tried to protest the first time he offered to sleep on the floor instead but he had just turned his back to you pointedly. And you would never tell, but you knew he tucks the blanket back over your shoulders when he gets home just before the sunrise, pats your hair gently before he settles on the ground beside you, joints cracking with a grumble.

Makio lets out a groan as you hum in contemplation, "Is he generous in bed, Y/N?"

...In bed? He gave you his entire bed for Kami's sake, how much more generous can he get? You feel a blush forming as you remember that on colder nights you'd wake up the next morning tucked into his warm side, big arms engulfing you in a comfy hug that has you secretly snuggling. You'd pretend to stay asleep until you feel him tense, the telltale sign Sanemi's awake. It's impressive really, how he'd manage to slowly shift till you're gently laid back in his bed without you feeling a thing until your head hits the pillow. He must be the stealthiest Hashira.

"Um...very..." you finally reply, almost feeling...shy, the three wives began squealing excitedly which made your cheeks grow a few shades darker, Suma gasping as she smacks Makio's arm repeatedly.

You put your hands on your cheeks to cool them down, why were they being so excited? For some reason it felt like you were embarrassed but you don't know why exactly.

You get up as you realised that the dining table hadn't been cleared yet, and you quickly excuse yourself from the ladies. You bow slightly as you collect the plates from the table, not listening to the conversation of the Hashiras. As you turn to carry the pile of dishes, Tengen's loud voice booms,

"This one can really cook! You got yourself a good one, Shinazugawa."

Time stops as he lands a hefty smack on the middle of your back with his wide palm. You tense with a gasp, plates falling to the ground and shattering. Your feet puddle beneath you as you collapse forward, shards of porcelain digging into your palms.

The ensuing chaos is a ring in your ears as your breathing heaves into a panic attack.

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A/N: A NICE COLD LEMONADE bc i deserve to eat whole lemons for making yall wait this long...

i've had alot of major life changes since the last update (dad died on my brother's bday rip, unemployed twice, back in uni) and i've only recently come back to writing as my escape from reality. (dont worry im fine now, i think)

i rly thank you guys so much esp those who've been here from the start (2 years ago wtf) i cant express how much i appreciate yall sm ya guys are literally the sweetest T.T

i'm following the taglist that i have saved in my notes app from ages ago so if any of yall got new users do lmk!! lord knows that thing needs an update fr

hope this one's worth the wait, i'm looking forward to yall reading it <3

hint for the plot? gotta keep an eye out for selener (Sumiko)

taglist:

@sunaswife @mac-the-oregonian @noelledleapier @therulerofanime @calamitykor @screeeechqueen @a-single-pizza @multilingual-birb @settingmyheartablaze @stressed-lala @behaktaylorgriggs @galaxyfruits @abbylouamanda @dreamsholdpowers

[strawberry-lemonade-kisses]

Missing You (18+)

Warnings - Filthy smut, MINORS DNI OR I TAKE KNEECAPS, sex, slight body worship, Obanai calls reader mommy once, swearing

“There he is! Welcome home to the Number one florist in Japan!” Confetti flew out of the small popper you had set off, your daughter laughing wildly from where she was strapped to your chest. You cheered some more as your husband actually stepped through the front door, setting his suitcase and backpack down as he looked at the array of streamers and balloons taped to the wall. You even managed to hang a banner that said #1 Florist with a bunch of flowers painted on it. He smiled, pocketing his face mask as he approached you, encasing you in his arms. 

“Thank you babe, and you as well Kami.” You smiled, bouncing your baby and leaning in for a kiss, plus a few more. Kami babbled as Obanai crouched so he was face level with her.  “Did you do all of this?” She gurgled in response to his question. He groaned as he stood to his full height again, bones cracking back into place as he stood. You gave him a once over, making sure he wasn’t injured in the 5 hours since you last contacted him. His hair was pulled out of his face, wrapped in a low ponytail, a few black strands framing his face. Exhaustion laced his features, the stress from the competition and the time spent on his feet, lifting, and organizing extravagant displays had no doubt taken a strain on his body. 

“Are you hungry? I can make you something real quick” You asked, watching him move.

“No, I’m alright, just tired. Really glad to finally be home, seemed like the longest week of my life” You chuckled at his dramatics. You would have never pictured this would be the man you ended up marrying. When you first met Obanai he was shut off, quiet, and reserved as he glared across the convention center. You were younger then, fresh out of college and teaching your very first class. He was still interning and still wary of people after years of home-schooling and familial abuse. Years later though, he was a completely different man. Affectionate and caring, he was vocal about his needs and even better at asking for help. You had helped each other grow so much that it was exciting every time you woke up next to him in the mornings.

“I’m going to put Kami to bed and then If you want we can relax in bed? You can tell me about your trip” He nodded, leaving a kiss on Kami’s forehead as he walked by with his luggage.

“You know I never pictured Sanemi would agree to help you and your team. We’ll have to invite him over for dinner and drinks as a thank you” You noted, shutting the bedroom door behind you. Obanai emerged from the en suite bathroom, a towel wrapped snuggly against his lithe frame, his years of hard work evident in the way he carried himself, muscles pulled taunt around his body. 

“Don’t worry, I paid him along with the rest of the team with the winnings, they’ll be fine. Even though I did promise him a beer.” He didn’t bother with clothes, immediately retreating to the bed, tossing the towel somewhere behind him as he crawled into the blankets, tucking himself in with a yawn. You chuckled, shaking your head as you picked it up, discarding it into the laundry basket. You peeled off your pants, leaving you in a t-shirt and your panties for bed. Obanai’s arms were open as you tucked yourself into bed, inviting you into his embrace for the night. 

“I missed you. Both of my girls. But especially you” His words even simple ones still managed to get your stomach all bubbled up, a cheesy grin overtaking your face as you rested your head on his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heart. 

“I missed you too, you chose to start a shop to ease the burden of you being gone for research and now you're leaving for shop purposes. I’ll have to quit my job and become a roadie with you now. We can live in an RV” Obanai laughed, the rumbles from his chest shaking your head, making you look up at him.

“We don’t need to do all that. It’s once a year, and this title will be really good for business. Then I can hire more people and spend more time here with you two” You nodded, placing a kiss on the skin under your head. 

“I’m glad your home though, my number 1 man”  He laughed, hand coming up to cup the back of your head.

“I’m glad as well my love, getting to hold you again. I missed you” You hummed, leaning up to kiss him. His mouth was enthusiastic against your own, tongue quickly sliding over the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. The kiss grew heated quickly, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, pulling him closer. You moved, swinging a leg over his hips so you straddled him causing You to gasp into the kiss feeling his cock bump into your clit, the friction lighting up your senses. Obanai continued to devour your mouth, hands squeezing at the fat of your thighs, slowly inching towards your panties. 

“Missed you” He murmured into your skin, trailing kisses along your jaw. “Missed all of you” he sucked at the skin on your neck, teeth grazing the flesh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against his, the only thing separating him from you was a thin pair of lace underwear, not enough to stop you from feeling every vein on his cock, every inch sliding against your steadily dampening core. His hands wandered under your shirt, sliding the fabric off you before reconnecting his lips to the skin on your chest. “So pretty, always so perfect. You make such a beautiful mommy, all full." He licked at

 Your nipple, teasing it and bringing it to a peak before wrapping his lips around it. You moaned, nails scratching at his scalp.

“Baby, please. I want you” Your pleas fell on deaf ears as he worshipped your chest, pinching at one tit as his mouth serviced the other. He switched sides, leaving both breasts covered in his saliva, sensitive and covered in quite a few hickies. 

“Think we should have another, fill you back up” He looked up at you as he palmed your tits, a wicked smirk forming on his face. 

“Oba, please” you breathed, grinding against him with more urgency, every ounce of your body thrumming with pleasure but still begging for more. You lifted your hips, taking control as he watched on. Impatient as you were you opted for just moving your panties to the side, not wasting time before grabbing Obanai’s cock and lining him up at your entrance. He kneaded the fat of your ass as you sank down on his length, a hiss sounding from him as he watched his cock disappear into you. You both moaned as he bottomed out in you. Leaning forward you captured his lips in another rushed kiss, teeth bumping as your tongues moved against each other, exploring like it was the first time. He swallowed each of your moans eagerly as you bounced on his lap, not letting an inch of space come between the two of you. The drag of his cock was enough to make you delirious after just a few thrusts, breaking from his mouth you let out a salacious moan, encouraging him to buck up into you, meeting your own bounces with his thrusts. 

“Fuck baby, just like that” He whined, sitting back against the headboard so he could watch you fully. Tits bouncing with each thrust and head thrown back in pleasure. Between your pussy gripping him like a vice and the view on his lap he was closer to cumming than he would have liked. His hand found your clit, fingers rubbing harsh circles on the bud. You jolted in surprise, hands flying to grip his shoulders as you cried out. It had been a long week for the both of you, so much time apart from each other, not able to feel the other. Every curve, every dip. This time each touch felt like another first, fingertips leaving sparks of pleasure in their wake. If you weren’t so impatient you would have taken more time with each other, maybe even done some foreplay. But that could wait for later. Now you just wanted to be connected, to feel the other. 

“Obanai, I’m close” You gasped. The stimulation becoming almost too much far too quickly. 

“yeah? Come on baby” Obanai encouraged, rutting up into you. The noises coming from between the two of you were pure sin the slick slapping of your hips meeting each other, coupled with the heated gasps and moans tumbling from both of your lips as you both chased towards your orgasm. Your toes curled, hips meeting each of Obanais thrusts with great force as the waves of ecstasy rolled over you. Obanai continued the movement of his hips, feet planted on the bed as he neared his own climax, voice cracking into a whine as he muttered praises. “so fucking good baby, yeah, always so good for me, fuck I missed you, this tight little pussy, fuck yeah” The words were slurred as he slowed down, hips stuttering as he came, spilling himself into you. Pulling you into another kiss Obanai groaned, leaning back into the headboard and pulling you with him so you rested on his chest. Obanai peppered small kisses on the top of your head, hand drawing patterns on your back as you caught your breath.

“Is it cheesy to say welcome home now?” You broke the silence with a laugh, moving so you could look up at your husband.

“No, but I’m glad to be home.”

[reallypleasanttree]

Spoilers for "Wedding Plans" Chapter 22

“I know what you did,” Sanemi growled. Kiwa tilted her head in question and took a step back into the wall.

“Excuse me?” The woman asked. 

“I know what you did to your cousin,” Sanemi spat. For a brief second, her eyes widened before she took a deep breath, unfazed by the accusation. 

“Sorry, I don’t have a cousin,” Kiwa said innocently. Sanemi hit the wall next to her head and leaned down. He cocked his head to the left and gave her a crooked smile to set her at unease. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me. I hate liars and abusers,” he snarled. “Does your husband know?” She glared at him. Despite her small size, she was not intimidated by him. Kiwa straightened her shoulders. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Shinazugawa,” she glared at him. “You’re making vile accusations against me without proof.”

“He doesn’t, does he? He just has to meet Obanai to know the truth,” Sanemi scoffed and brought his hand down to his side. “Stay away from Obanai. If I hear about you trying to see him, I will tell your husband. Do you think he’ll stay with a woman who abused and cut open a boy’s mouth for existing?” 

[usagirln120]

Sanemi Shinazugawa: Hogwarts AU

Sanemi Shinazugawa is a Half-Blood (Lycanthrophy) wizard that was born on the 29th of November 1973 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1985, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

He was raised in a very abusive household where his father abused him, his younger siblings and their mother due to his bitterness over getting disowned by his family due to marrying a Muggleborn which also caused him to drink a lot.

His father was eventually killed in a bar fight but the happiness of being freed from him was short-lived as his family was attacked by a werewolf killing all of them except for Sanemi and his younger brother Genya (who was bitten and turned the same night).

While he was relieved that at least one of his younger siblings survived, the hatred that he had developed for werewolves after losing his family, left him unable to see Genya as anything but the monster who killed his family which horrified him.

He kept to himself for the most part, both at the Fairy Tail Orphanage and Hogwarts, but he did have one best friend named Obanai Iguro who he spent most of his time with and he was friendly with the Hufflepuff Kanae Kocho who he had a secret crush on.

After he graduated from Hogwarts, he started working in the Werewolf Capture Unit and was both respected and feared by his coworkers due to his hot temper and unwavering loyalty to his job.

But while he was completely loyal to his job, his loyalty to his younger brother was still stronger even if he didn't show it so he never actually reported in about his brother to spare him the prejudice that many of his coworkers carried.

He eventually became a member of the Order of the Phoenix where he ended up connecting with his former school crush Kanae who he then entered a romantic relationship with and eventually married.

They were awaiting a child together during the war but Kanae ended up having a miscarriage which caused her so much trauma and sorrow that she stopped caring about her own life which did end up with her getting killed by the vampire Doma and Sanemi becoming a widow in the process.

Sanemi became enraged by this and his hatred for werewolves esculated to include vampires as well with him vowing to exterminate them all but then something happened that changed everything.

He was tricked by Death Eaters into the location where his younger brother spends his full moons which caused him to get brutally mauled which he survived completely by himself without any help whatsoever.

He eventually participated in the Battle of Hogwarts which he did survive and helped in the defeat of Kokushibo and Muzan but at the cost of his little brother who he didn't dare reveal the truth to since he knew Genya would probably punish himself by coming back as a ghost or something equally as stupid.

He retired after the battle under the pretense of injuries sustained during the war which wasn't exactly a lie and eventually became the house-husband to his former brother-in-law turned husband Giyu who he adopted two children together with.

He has a Blackthorn wand with a Dragon Heartstring core.

His Patronus is a Wolf.

His favorite subjects were Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures.

His least favorite subjects were History of Magic and Astronomy.

[princessmeepa]

Cute couples in Japan vs America

Adam and Eve from Record of Ragnarok (Japan)

A very cute couple (best husband and wife), they love each other very much. Adam never lust after Eve’s body and in lust her childlike personality, instead he loves her for who she and he is the only one who stands up for his wife, when the Snake man falsely accused her and they have a happy family together.

Pink RS (Persephone) and Christian Blue (Hades) from Lore Olympus (America)

They act more like Father and daughter, RS has a “Because Innocence is Sexier then you think” Lolita fetish (I think). Christian Blue is clearly in lust with Pink RS’ body and her childlike personality and their relationship is more like Sugar daddy and his Lolita bimbo sexy sugar baby and they play house.

Obanai Iguro and Mitsuri Kanroji from Demon Slayer (Japan)

They are the cutest and wholesome couple. This man loves his woman no matter what and he gives her green socks and he stays by her side, when they die and they have a happy family at the end.

It was embarrassing that Japan makes the best and wholesome couples in Anime and Manga, without glorifying abuse and toxic relationship. While in America, their stupid webcomics is just fetish and glorifying abuse and toxic relationship for their YA audiences, heck even in kid’s cartoons like “Courage the Cowardly Dog” show’s little kids that abuse and toxic relationships is not okay to have. What do you guys think?

[roninishere]

Can you hold me?

part two to Right now. Giyuu Tomioka x female reader  Warnings: mentions of blood and abuse, clear signs of depression, and a lot of feels. No proof reading, grammar mistakes haha. I apologize Summary: Adjusting to your new life and fuck, it’s hard.

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‘It feels like a tear in my heart

Like a part of me missing

And I just can't feel it

I've tried and I've tried

And I've tried’

Hearing a very and heavy sigh from Giyuu, you looked up to see him pass out. But, before he could hit the ground, in a blink of an eye, you caught him in your arms. 

You now were faster, stronger, and your senses were amplified. It would have to take some getting use to. 

Very concerned about him, you concreted, and once you could hear a very steady heartbeat, you stopped yourself from getting worked up. You took this time to take a good look at his face, avoiding to look at scratches you created, and you could tell he was beyond exhausted. 

He had dark circles under his eyes and his cheeks were a little sunken in. He wasn’t sleeping nor eating, how could he? He had been worried sick about you. With a sad smile on your face, you picked him up in your arms, and even though it wasn’t a good idea…

In a matter of minutes, you were in the Butterfly Estate, setting him softly on an empty bed. You wanted to stay, stay until he woke up and express how sorry you were, and have him hold you in his arms. Hold and kiss you telling you everything would be okay. 

Because it won’t. Going home isn’t an option, not like this, not around Mio. You just couldn’t. Even if it hurt to be away, to possibility be never come back home, or at least for a while. You had to stay away for her protection, and the settling fact that tou indeed may never be with her or Giyuu again. 

Numbness overcame your body. 

Pressing your now cold lips to his forehead, you gently squeezed his hand ‘Goodbye darling. Thank you for everything.’

Turning to leave with the burning sensation in her eyes, she was brought to a halt when there was a gasp, turning, your indifferent eyes met the Butterfly Pillar. Panicking, you threw open the window, and took off, knowing a hundred percent that she saw you. The new You. Knowing exactly what she’s capable of, you ran as hard as you could. 

Nothing darkness overcame you. 

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‘Tears on my face I can't take it

If lonely is a taste then it's all that I'm tasting

Do you hear my cry?

I cry, oh

Can you hold me?

Can you hold me?

Can you hold me in your arms?’

Here you were. Your hands tied up, resting on your lap as there was a thick piece of cloth? Of some sort of material around your mouth, and tied around your head. Looking around your surroundings, it was pitch black as you gently pat the oddly familiar tatami mat. Where the hell were you?

Putting the pieces together, Shinobu must’ve knocked you out. You honestly were surprised considering the similar situation with the Kamado siblings and how she didn’t hesitate them to attack them.  

You were like sisters after all though. 

Maybe seeing that you hadn’t had any flesh or blood, she couldn’t kill you. 

“I know you all must have questions about why I called this meeting,” Your head snapped to the Masters voice that was slightly muffled by the doors you assumed that were in front of you. A feeling of uneasiness took over your body as you realized who was there with him. All of the hashira. 

Anxiety filled your head as thought of what could possibly happen. “Amane, dear, can you please introduce our guest.” 

Hearing those soft footsteps, you calm down, but you still breathed heavily with all of the sudden burning sensation in the back of your throat. When those sliding doors open; there was multiple gasps, mixed emotions, and the room was dead silent for about two minutes. 

The only thing you could hear was your heavy breathing. 

“Tomioka! I thought you said you found her ALIVE?!” Sanemi and Obanai went with their normal shenanigans, blaming and picking on your husband. 

Rage pulsed through your veins, how could they possibly blame this on him? You being a demon was no one’s fault, but honestly your own. Giyuu eyes never left yours as the last forty-eight hours were just a fucking roller coaster of emotions for him. 

He was just grateful that you weren’t dead, and didn’t feed into the temptation. 

You felt a flash of irritation as your temper sparked. Getting to your feet, with a flick of your wrist, the snap of the rope around your wrists caught the attention of some, concerned of the worst as you untied the material around your mouth. Before Tengen and Kyojuro could get to their feet, in a blink of an eye, you stood in front of Giyuu.

“S…s….” Even though you physically couldn’t speak, your body language spoke for you. Your eyebrows pressed firmly together, creating a crease, you snarled at the two males with your little hands balled up into tight fists that resulting in you once again digging your nails into your palms, your fangs out. 

Anger was just pouring out of you. 

Not at all were you affected by all the humans around you, just once again, protecting your husband, basically warning Sanemi and Obanai to back off. Just like old times. 

After Aname whispered to Master of the situation, he softly said “Fascinating.” 

“This all so sad,” Gyeomi had tears down his cheeks as Mitisuri and Shinobu couldn’t believe their eyes. 

The wind pillar was bewildered by this, another demon that wasn’t trying to murder everyone in this room. Another Nezuko case. Though he envied you, he still had so many mixed emotions on this. You were still a fellow Hashira, someone that he had respect for and thought was great fighter. How could this have happened? 

Sanemi brought up the elephant in the room, “There’s no Fucking way,” Obanai had been speechless this whole time, how? “And how about being around blood?” 

Taking a step to the side, you felt a hand on your shoulder and turned to the Water Hashira with light in those pretty blue eyes you loved so much. “Trust me.” 

Slightly confused, you tilted your head to the side before he took out his sword and cut his wrist. The same way Sanemi did with Nezuko a while back. As he held his wrist just inches away from your face, you went your mouth get watering. 

Blood. Flesh. Blood. Flesh. Just a little bit. 

‘If you want to be the strongest. Feed into the temptation.’ That fucking voice again AH! 

That pained ragged breathing came back as your dig your fingers of one hand into your arm, feeling pain, your own pain, taking away some of the temptation. As every drop fell to the ground, it was like time had slowed down, so much of it. 

NO! Remember! Mio, Giyuu, my family. You don’t need it, fight the temptation. Fight the temptation! You’re not a killer. You can still be good, a protector, a demon slayer still. Remember my little girl, my husband, my everything. 

“You breathe life into my existence, making every moment worth living.” His voice from the night before echoed in your head over and over as your blood thirsty eyes were now calm, and locked into his. Without hesitation, you tore a piece of your old dirty demon slayer top, the bottom, and you wrapped it around his wrist, tying it to help the bleeding. 

‘Tomioka, Y/N will be able to resume her duties in the demon slayer corps.’ That was the deciding factor, you could have been more grateful. 

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‘Just wrap me in your arms, in your arms

I don't wanna be nowhere else

Take me from the dark, from the dark

I ain't gonna make it myself

Put your arms around me

Put your arms around me

Let your love surround me

I am lost

I am lost’

It didn’t make it any easier though. 

Being away from your family caused you to slowly fall into a depression. You had to constantly remind yourself that it was for the best, and maybe there would be a way to fix it, even if you didn’t truly believe it yourself. This is all for the best. For their safety. 

But fuck, all you wanted was to be wrapped up in Giyuus arms and to hold your baby girl. 

“Y/N.” 

Seeing that Amane held the Hashira meetings at night, it was easy for you to just leave after the meetings. It’s not like you’d ignore everyone, you just were lost in your head. Since you were now a demon, you knew that some of them cared about you still, but it was sympathy now. It’s the way they looked at you, they pitted you. Not wanting anyone’s sympathy or pitty, you just would quietly find yourself out in the opposite direction. 

Giyuus monotone brought you to a halt instantly, but your heart still would pump so hard against your chest. Turning to face him, you fought the urge to grab him by his haori and kiss him, but instead forced a smile, half of it genuine because you had really missed him. Clearing your throat, you wanted to try something you had been working on with Tamayo and Yushiro. 

“…Hi.” Quite surprised yourself, you felt a rush of excitement as you flashed your smile at him, fangs and all. 

Your fangs idiot. 

Realizing how ridiculous you most likely looked, your hand flew up to your mouth covering it as you blushed hard apologizing. This version of you, you hated it. An even though your husband had too many bad memories with demons, he’d still take this version of you then you being dead. 

A chuckle left his lips as he reached out, wrapping his soft slender fingers around your wrist, pulling it away from your face “Don’t be. It’s the first time in months you’ve actually smiled.” 

Busted. 

Well what did you except? Your husband knew you all too well. His other hand cupped your chin, forcing you look up in his pretty dark blue eyes. You swore that they would trap you in a trance, causing you to go weak. 

“…it’s hard to find anything worth smiling about anymore,” your words were unexpected even for you, you eyes widen at how blunt you were before realizing that this is a very bad idea. Your breath quickened as you began to panic. Quickly taking his hands in your own, you gave them a gentle squeeze, “..I.have to go.” 

Just when you went to turn to flee, his hand tighten around yours, causing you jerk back. Although you could easily get out of his hold, a part of you didn’t. 

So you didn’t. You were grateful that the two of you were outside the Estate walls, far from everyone. 

You let out a shaky sigh, your shoulders dropping in defeat before you turned back you, your empty eyes looked in his. You knew that he knew about the state of depression you had fell into. 

He had seen you go into it before. 

“Please don’t go, don’t do this to yourself.” He quietly begged, as he squeezed your hand. Just when you thought he could be anymore adorable, when he begs, you can’t help grow weak. 

Isolation. No one would hear from you for weeks, and even though you’d say you were with Tamayo and Yushiro, it was a lie, you weren’t with them that often. 

But you never meant for anyone to worry about you, so you were going to just lie your way out of this conversation that you wanted to avoid “…I don’t have anywhere to go, you know that,” you paused briefly before whispering “…im okay-y…. Really.” 

I don’t have anywhere to go. I’m not okay. 

‘If I ain't got you here

If I ain't got you, I ain't got nothing at all’ 

Yet you thought it was the best, the decision to never come back home, and though it probably was, the Water Hashira hated it. You had made that decision, without him. However, even he hated it, he knew it’s to protect Mio, even if that meant from yourself. Even if that meant torturing yourself for as long as you needed to. 

His hand soften around your wrist, sliding his fingers in between yours as he brushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear. Another blush came across your cheeks as his warm hand brushed lightly against your skin. 

Your heart was pounding so hard you swore he could hear it, but he could hear the softest short breaths leave your lips. 

“I know you well enough to know when you’re lying.” 

Busted again. 

When would you learn to stop lying to him?

“Y..yeah..,” you laced your fingers together as your other hand reached out to lay on his chest, but instead played with the ends of his Haori out of nervousness “…I-I just want…to c-come home…just like how things were before.” 

Your eyes dropped to where your hands playing with his haori, but you still had that scary blank expression on your face “…Being away from you two is like someone ripping my heart out of my chest, and just…feeling numb.” 

Honestly. I think I’d take death over this, she thought

He hadn’t heard you talk like this for YEARS, and it twisted his stomach in knots, and not the good kind. “…what if there is no cure? Tamayo said that I could start forgetting my past, I already I don’t remember anything from my childhood…”

Running his hand through your hair, he bent down and kissed your forehead as he gave your hand a squeeze “That’s kind of a relief, I wouldn’t want you to remember that.”

“…how come?” 

“Let’s just say, when we met, you were mentally and physically damaged.” Those were the best words he could describe even though your family were horrible people. He remembers all the times you training together to be swordsman, when you would try to hide the bruises from him. However despite everything going on in your household, you never failed to smile or live in the moment with him. That was one of the many things he admired about you. 

‘Can you hold me?

Can you hold me?

Can you hold me in your arms?

In your arms’

The last time he heard you talk like this, you were fifteen, just a few weeks away from joining him at not only being sixteen, but as a Hashira too. That was until you stopped showing up to your training sessions, and delivering him a message from your crow, that you were quitting the corps. Telling him how sorry you were to disappoint him, telling him that you were grateful for every moment you shared. That you weren’t marrying him as you promised. Saying goodbye my love. 

Goodbye my love? 

You were leaving? Had he done something wrong? Did something happen? 

This was all so sudden, out of nowhere. Feeling his insides twist and turn, he searched out for you. There has to be an explanation. 

He found you at your favorite place to see cherry blossoms, you had your back to him as you sat on the bench. You didn’t have any of your things with you? 

You never turned to him, or said anything. You must’ve been in deep thought. 

When he walked around the bench, The sight of you made his heart drop into his stomach; you were nearly unrecognizable. Yellow and purple bruising all over your neck, leading up to your face. Your once pump lips were swollen with multiple cuts that looked so painful. 

Seeing that your hair fell over your face, he inhaled before brushing your hair behind your ears. His eyes widen as anger welled up in his chest. Your right eye was swollen shut with nasty purple bruising on your skin and just under your left one, your cheek was swollen. Cuts all over your face, and your nose has looked like it had been broken and you attempted to snap it back in place. 

“You shouldn’t have come.” Your eyes-well eye never left the cherry blossom as your voice was laced with monotone. The look on your face so unreadable…it was empty. Your happy beautiful eyes were so dull, like someone snatched the light out of them. 

Giyuu didn’t have to ask who did it, he already knew, this wasn’t the first time he’d seen you like this. His breathing was uneven for multiple reasons; he had to get you to a doctor right away, his anger was growing by the second, and he was so worried about not only your physical well being, but your mental state. 

“You knew I would anyways,” his voice was soft. “hey, talk to me,” he begged, and you swore those pretty blue eyes will get you to admit anything. “what’s running through that pretty head?” Running his hand through your hair, he found another cut near your scalp. A deep one. 

Your monotone never changed nor did your eye “how much I want to die,” his eyes darted back to your as he went his chest tighten as your honestly. “I went and saw my parents, I told them I was going to be a Hashira and gunna get married. But I’ll never amount to anything in my life. I’ll never be a good Hashira, or a wife.”

You tried to make amends with them, but how much it backfired. But the reality was, you were weak around them, especially your father, the trauma fucked you up so bad that you never fought back. Even when you knew how to. 

“Y/N, look at me,” he hated what you said about yourself, cause those were your fathers words, not yours. “Please,” your gaze from the cherry blossom fell to the beautiful dark ocean blue eyes in front of you “those are his words, not yours. You know none of that is true. You’re the most talented, strong, beautiful person I’ve ever met. You’re going to be a Hashira, and a great wife and an amazing mother one day,” his thumb gently brushed your bruised cheek. 

“Remember when you pulled me out of the darkness?” You nodded as he continued “I will pull you out too, just come back to me. Come back to the light. Don’t let them control you. You only have control over your own life.” 

Come back to me. Come back to the light. 

Those words echoed in your head, and your hand gently tugged at his wrist, like you had something to tell him, but all he needed to see what’s how soft your eyes got with a whimper of pain. 

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“Besides,” the squeeze from you brought him back to reality, “If you forget, I’ll tell you all about it over and over. And over again.” He promised. 

Though you did appreciate it, it still didn’t bring you any comfort to what could happen in the near future. Giyuu knew that as well, he knew you were hurting. He knew that being away was literally ripping you apart in the inside. The further you were away from them, the further away you were from yourself. 

“..thank you,” you forced a small smile before reaching up on your tippie toes, pressing your lips against his cheek for a moment. Pulling back, you brushed your thumb against his hand “…I should get going.”

Feeling your touch slid away, he knew it’s be a few months until he’s going to see you again, at the next Hashira meeting. He knew you’d go back to isolation, falling deeper into your depression. You turned to leave feeling that too familiar feeling in your chest. ‘You both breathe life into my existence, making every moment worth living.’

“…take care of yourself and Mio-o…” overwhelming guilt and sadness washed over you. 

Hearing your voice crack, he set his hand on your shoulder as he gently grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him with tears streaming down your cheeks. Sucking in a deep shaky breath, you couldn’t stop the tears, but a part of you truly didn’t want to stop them. 

‘Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I feel like it's just me, like it's just me

What it gon' take? What it gon' be?

I don't even know

(It's not just you)

But I'm lonely

Feeling like I don't even know me, I don't even know me

(I feel it too)

Gotta have you, gotta see you

(You're the only thing I have to think about

The only one I that can't live without)

I see you

(I need you, need you to hold me now)’

Why were you so weak? 

It had been fourteen months, seven days, ten hours, twenty-three minutes, and now thirteen seconds since you last were home. Since you last were with your family. Last time you held little Mio. Over a year now? Mio is now over three and a half years old, walking and talking now. And you’ll never see any of it. 

Why is this world so beautiful yet cruel? 

Had you not given it your all? 

Why did it have to be like this? 

Brushing your tears away with his thumbs, he couldn’t help to feel a little bit of panic run through his body when the silent night was interrupted by your sobs. Feeling your hands wrap around his wrists, he pulled you into a tight embrace as you let it all out. His chin rested on top of your head, a slight wave relief running through his body when you wrapped your arms around him, feeling you bury your head in the crook of his neck. 

After several minutes of him tracing shapes, ‘I love you’s’, and ‘it’s okay’s’ on the small of your back, you fell under the unfamiliar fuzziness feeling of his touch, your pain sobs replaced by heavy deep breaths. 

“Come back to me, come back to the light.” He whispered when he turned his head, his lips pressed into your hair, near your right earlobe. 

‘if I ain't got you

If I ain't got you

I ain't got nothing.   Can you hold me?

I ain't got nothing

If I ain't got you

I ain't got you

If I ain't got you

I'm lonely.    Can you hold me?

If I ain't with you I'm lonely

I'm lonely

I need you.   Can you hold me in your arms?

I need you’

Come back to me. Come back to the light. 

You’ve heard that before, no? Why did it feel some familiar to you? 

Pulling your head back enough to lock your glossy eyes with his dark ocean eyes, you could feeling your heart beating hard against your chest “O..Okay-y.” You spoke ever so softly, like a feather gently falling on the ground. 

He gulped seeing how close the two of you were and he didn’t know why, but you were so pretty, despite your eyes red and puffy, tear stains on your cheeks. You always are so pretty to him, in any state that you were in, he swore he would never stop falling in love with you. Your quivering pump lip was calling to him, he swore of it. 

The way your big beautiful eyes looked into his…so hopeful and loving. Would it be wrong? In this situation?  Inappropriate? Would you push him away? Would he just make things worse? 

Those doubts and fear were washed away when you took him by surprise, kissing him. In shock, he widen his eyes for a couple of seconds before he closed his eyes to those familiar butterflies in his tummy feeling. His hand tangled itself in your hair as your soft lips moved against his own. Your kisses were so soft, almost teasing him, but he knew that you were just scared of hurting him. 

‘Can you hold me? Can you hold me? Can you hold me in your arms?

Feel like it's just me, like it's just me.   Can you hold me?

What it gon' take? What it gon' be?

I don't even know, I don't even know

But I'm lonely, lonely.   Can you hold me?

Feel like I don't even know me

Feels like I don't even know me.  Can you hold me in your arms?

I don't even know me ‘

But he wanted more, he whined against your lips as he nibbled down. Hesitating, you opened your mouth slowly just to have Giyuu shove his tongue in your own mouth. Your hands were pinned against his chest when he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you tight to him, leaving not even an inch between the two of you. As he explored your mouth, you moaned at the feeling of bliss. You swore you were in heaven. 

“…I love y-you.” You gasped when he trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, sneaking a hand at the nape of his neck, tugging at his loose hairs, pulling more out of his loose ponytail. 

‘I love y-you.’ Those words leaving your mouth make him all warm and fuzzy. Pulling back, you giggle softly at how red his cute pale cheeks were.

Fourteen months, eight days, twelve hours, fifty minutes, and three seconds since he last heard you say that, the last you actually smiled, the last time you were truly happy, and when he last saw that bright light in your eyes.

“I love you too my love.” 

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Definitely not want to originally wanted to write, but I saved it for part three! I didn’t want to go past two parts, but I couldn’t myself! I will try to post part three soon! Another shout to @unofficialmuilover because my brain in scattered 24/7 hah. Enjoy and love y'all!

[pulim-v]

what are the *checks notes* obamitsu/muzan vs yoriichi parallels. Be insane

OKAY SO. I MIGHT JUST BE CRAZY

SO IN DEMON SLAYER THERE'S THESE TWO CHARACTERS CALLED OBANAI AND MITSURI

And they are quite possibly my favorite shounen couple ever.

So to give a basic rundown of their stories, both are very accomplished demon slayers (titled "pillars" because they support the whole organization), and they got the job for VERY different reasons.

Obanai was abused by his family. Rich aristocrats, who got their wealth due to the atrocities committed by a demon, they usually sacrificed all the boys that were born to said demon, but Obanai's heterochromia caught her attention, and he was left to live until he was older. Eventually, an older Slayer saved him and killed the demon (in the process causing the deaths of several members of the family), but the experience heavily traumatized Obanai - he feels at fault due to a relative of him blaming him for their deaths, he is afraid of women due to the demon's abuse, and he cannot eat regularly due to the abuse he endured. He goes into the Corps as a form of repentance - he kills demons and saves people to compensate for his cursed blood.

Mitsuri's situation is very different. She had a family that supported her, but she was born different. Her muscles are incredibly dense, which makes her physical strength very impressive, and her need for food very high (which had the side effect of causing her hair to turn partially pink). Sadly, though, that caused her to be rejected from society - when she was about to get married, her fiancé rejected her, telling her that her strength, hair and appetite were disgusting, and only a beast would settle for her. She hid her strength, dyed her hair and didn't eat nearly enough, living half of a life so someone would accept her. Then the leader of the Corps told her to use her strength to help people, because she was a wonderful person and shouldn't waste her talents. She saves people and kills demons because she finally found a place for herself, and in this she wants to find a husband, someone who is stronger than her so her strength isn't seen as a curse.

I could go insane over the two as a couple in general, but I'll save that for later. For now, let's get into Muzan and Yoriichi

Muzan is the king of demons, and the original person to BE a demon. As a child, he was incredibly frail and sickly, and his doctors all warned him that he'd die before he became an adult. One doctor, though, gave him a medicine that fixed his issues, and made his body much stronger, but it seemed to have some weird side effects. His body craved human blood, though that wasn't a big issue; the really bad thing was the face that he couldn't walk in the sunlight anymore, so after killing his doctor he used his newly acquired immortality to search for the thing that could fix that and make him a truly godlike being

Meanwhile, since he was a child, Yoriichi seemed very different from other people. He always had a sort of pleasant aura around him, and could see the inner workings of things without any effort. One day, while his twin was practicing swordfighting, his teacher seemed curious to see how Yoriichi would fair. What followed was him being utterly destroyed, Yoriichi striking four times in a mere moment and making him unconscious. This made Yoriichi be celebrated by his family, but he truly didn't want this level of fame - he ran away, and found the Demon Slaying Corps. He joined them, and taught them the way of Breathing Techniques, though they could never be as strong as he was. He finally found a place where he belonged, though even then he was never like the others near him, and they eventually rejected him too when he failed to kill Muzan.

So we have a cursed child, sickly and weak, who is fated to die at a young age but is saved by others, who hates their nature and tries to go against it, and an incredibly kind, blessed soul, who is unlike everyone else in their life, but never managed to find a home. The difference, in these cases, is that Obanai was kind and Mitsuri found her people. It's that Obanai was grateful to his savior and the Slayers accepted Mitsuri.

@risingscorchingsuns bestie sorry for tagging you in this but you're the KNY literary analysis moot to me and I want to get your input on this akjshdaksjhdjkash

[bluespiderlully]

KNY (+ my extras) - More Ships!

Okay, so... I love being a multishipper, for anyone who knows me I love every ship until it's legal, healthy and can work, AUs are the best thing in the world so if you have two characters you want to see togheter and they didn't interact much just make an AU and all your problems are solved, it's absolutely fantastic.

I already made a post about the ships in my AU, I'm linking it here but I have four gay ships there, but I have to be honest: I headcanon every character here as potentially bisexual (forget that Muichiro and Rei exist, they're 14 and they're not going to be shipping material for this post or the following posts concerning ships), but the question I asked myself was: "what if there were some arranged marriages, I can't have gay ships, so... here we are! You'll get a dose of canon x oc and rarepairs but they're legal!

The gay ships I have are RenGiyuu, SaneOba, Shinobu x Hiromi and Mitsuri x Ayumi.

You can find info about these characters in the masterlist, but I'll explain very shortly why I will choose a certain character instead of another, this is linked to my AU of course so if you find things that aren't canon, as I said before, check the masterlist, every character has a dedicated post where I explain their backstory here.

Sanemi x Hiromi

I don't want to be in their house if they're arguing. If you don't know her, Hiromi is a very very very impulsive woman and is the female version of Sanemi with even more rage, being forced to marry a man for her would be literally hell, she killed the one she was supposed to marry because she didn't want to but I doubt she would do the same with Sanemi. First of all he wouldn't be violent and he would never force himself over her, second she actually likes Sanemi and respects him, she wouldn't be too upset about having him as a husband... I just... can't imagine them fighting.

Obanai x Shinobu

Okay, so... I just find hilarious that Kaburamaru CANONICALLY has a crush on Shinkbu, but in this AU we don't have him, so let's focus on his owner. Shinobu would get along pretty well with Obanai I think, in my AU they work togheter sometimes to create poisons or to study so they don't want to kill the other at least. In the case of an arranged marriage I think they won't be to upset, same as Sanemi and Hiromi, in the end they have compatible personalities and interests, they would be happy.

Giyu x Ayumi

Prey for Giyu, Sanemi would probably kill him if he does something wrong. Just kidding. Ayumi is TERRIFIED of men, read her backstory if you want to understand but she's literally terrified and she would never be happy about a marriage, but at least, Giyu is a good person. He would respect her, I can imagine him leaving her the bed so she can rest well just like Tyrion did with Sansa, with time she would begin to trust him and like him... guys I can't help but I like this too much, we need more good guys and less bad boys in books, it's just a terrible trope, let's all just say it togheter.

Kyojuro x Mitsuri

I have a fucking lore about this: so basically they're both from wealthy and respected families, okay, maybe the Rengokus are way more rich and way more wealthy but... you know. Kyojuro needs to marry and his ways are not noble at all so every girl refuses, and he doesn't want to get married so he does it on purpose actually but his father just keeps to get angrier and angrier. Mitsuri, in my AU, gets married, to a man that abuses her and burns her legs, after this she decides to join the Demon Slayer Corp, and she meets Kyojuro. They decide to marry and he promise he'll be respectful, of course Shinjuro doesn't approve but... it's better than nothing right?

I hope you liked this post, I love talking about ships and I'm 100% sure I'll make a third part where I'll talk about other ships I like in the Demon Slayer universe and in my AU💜

[thatringboy]

It is so refreshing to read a story (even a fanfic!) like Flowers, Sounds & Stones. Honestly, and I mean this in the best way possible, I was surprised to find out you were a man because of how well written the women are in this fic. I think anons have said it before but I’m repeating it after the two most recent chapters about Ume and Mitsuri

I don’t think I have words for the emotions those chapters left me with. Ume’s story made me sad because we already saw how it ended, but Mitsuri’s made me sad because quite literally NOTHING that happened to her was her fault even REMOTELY. And the duality between Ume and Ubuyashiki? That Ume acknowledged where she did wrong and showed remorse while Ubuyashiki literally tells people to get over it and think of him as a natural disaster?? FUCK dude that’s why you keep losing to her and her legacy!! And why all these other women keep beating your ass!! Nezuko, Makomo, Shinobu, and Mitsuri won’t be victims. Shizu, Rei Kibutsuji, and Koinatsu won’t be martyrs. Ume, and Tsutako, and Mrs. Agatsuma won’t Rest In Peace. And the women Ubuyashiki directly controlled and manipulated? His wife and daughter? His wife wasn’t strong enough to break free and it never once felt like it was her fault. Susamaru went out cussing and homosexual. She won’t be a martyr either

And I know it’s not a lot but it’s so nice to see women that are just people. Messy, broken, ugly people. Nezuko has a boob staring problem and cusses like a sailor! Nezuko Kamado! And she has a crush on Makomo, who regularly makes Kakushi members like Murata take on demons as a way to force them to train! And let’s not get started on whatever the fuck Shinobu’s got going on with Kaigaku! (This paragraph is completely illegible to people who don’t know anything about this fic, I know)

But like, they’re all still clearly women though. Other anons talk about Nezuko admiring her reflection and beating people up who call her ugly, and I think about Shizu Shinazugawa’s mental spiral being much more heavily criticized by the Demon Slayer Corps than Michikatsu’s. I think about how Mitsuri wears her revealing uniform but covers her mouth so that she can have autonomy over who looks at specific parts of her body that have been violated. I think about 13 year old Kiriena Kibutsuji being forced to find a husband before her birthday or die horribly because the family curse said that’s just what happens to the daughters. How Ume had to have an excuse for traveling with her friend the samurai, that they were related or that she literally had to marry him to continue traveling with him. How Obanai - who isn’t a woman but used to live as one - was beaten down into the mud on his wedding day in his wedding dress after he was left at the altar because the word of his future father in law trumped his own. How Kotoha Hashibira had her face disfigured and torn apart by someone she considered closed family because she did not return his obsessive and creepy advances AFTER she had already had to run away from her abusive husband and raise her baby on her own. How the first thing Shinobu ever says to Nezuko when she literally has a poisoned sword pointed at Tanjiro’s heart was to never plead for mercy because that’s how women get killed.

It’s the little things that I’m obsessed with here and I can’t believe this is just a fanfic of a manga that is basically “what if we shifted every character slightly to the left” so I need you to understand that I call BULLSHIT on your claim that most of the character swaps were at random!! I’m so sorry for the rant but I’m experiencing EMOTIONS.

Anon my love I am also experiencing the emotions 😭

It’s 2 in the morning so I’m half awake atm, but thank you so much for your kind words. I’m really happy my silly little fanfiction has touched so many people in so many ways and I’m happy my storytelling is up to snuff. And I really mean it when I say these swaps were random! I based the character swaps on general vibes, not stories, so it’s by pure coincidence and a lot of outlining that the story I wanted to tell about grief and womanhood is coming together like it is. FS&S didn’t originally start out as a narrative about the struggles of womanhood, I just wanted to write about demon slayer characters but Different, but the way that the character list fell had women in the majority of the main roles and I just rolled with it to the best of my abilities. Some of the writing is based off of my own experiences as a trans man (mostly Obanai’s life, but I draw inspiration/reference in other places) but the majority is me just writing out the canon events but with women in the main roles and that’s how we got here. I added some nuance here and there, and adapted the plot to incorporate as much real-world opinions/experiences the characters would have at the time (the time being early 20th century Japan), but other than that Gotouge did all the hard work for me

I’m really happy that my late nights and overwhelmed Microsoft word account managed to string together a narrative coherent enough to earn such praise. Mentally I’m giving you a sloppy kiss on the lips, thank you. I hope you, your family, your friends, and everyone you know have a happy holiday week and have a happy new year

[colourstreakgryffin]

Help me. I’m in the mood to break my own heart and I just pulled this out of my ass. Please don’t kill me

Serious warnings: Verbal abuse, manipulation, toxic marriage, threats, threats of death, toxic/abusive Obanai

Abusive Husband! Obanai gets furious when you don’t live up to his nigh-impossible standards. Furious means furious, you will know what angry Obanai looks like from a mile away in no time

Abusive Husband! Obanai is not above threatening harm or death on everything you love to ‘fix your stupidity’. If you have a pet in the Serpent Estate, it’s constantly in danger

Abusive Husband! Obanai will never physically harm you. It’s only verbal; insults, yelling, degradation. He hurts you emotionally but he won’t ever land a bruise or a cut on you

Abusive Husband! Obanai is beyond different in public with you. He is romantic, calm and affectionate as his arms or hands are always on you. He gets infuriated when you visibly flinch at his touch

Abusive Husband! Obanai uses physical affirmation, hugs, kisses and so many more emotional tricks to manipulate you into loving him again after a big fight

Abusive Husband! Obanai is the embodiment of controlling and possessive. He gets rid of your katana and your access to your Kasugai Crow so you can’t get away from him, and never lets you go outside without him accompanying you

Abusive Husband! Obanai does actually love you a lot but the trauma-fuelled outrage towards women is overwhelming. He loses his temper and how he sees you. In those moments, you’re not his wife. You’re his personal punching bag

Abusive Husband! Obanai is not a cheater. He may think you’re pathetic and worthless most of the time, but he wouldn’t bother with cheating and the whole drama behind it. It’s a waste of time

Abusive Husband! Obanai keeps everything he does to you and your life a secret. He has torn down your self-confidence and made you feel so insignificant that you’ll never want to talk to anybody about it

Abusive Husband! Obanai is also abusive towards Kaburamaru, who’s totally on your side, for trying to reason with his dear friend over how he treats you. They fight so much that Kaburamaru is terrified of Obanai

Abusive Husband! Obanai will emotionally manipulate you with lies and silver tongue to have sex with him so he can get you pregnant. That way, you definitely can’t leave him as he does not care about the child

Abusive Husband! Obanai is obsessed with you as a whole. He doesn’t want another woman, he wants you but he wants you to be better and he doesn’t know how else to get it across, other than ‘scolding’ you

Abusive Husband! Obanai punishes you by tying you up in the big backyard, with a chain, to his nap-tree and leaving you there until you have convinced him you’ll try harder

Abusive Husband! Obanai knows every single one of your fighting tricks and has a counter for each one. Try stabbing him, he’ll retaliate with a block. Try get out through the window, he has them locked shut. Obanai won’t let you escape this truly toxic marriage

Abusive Husband! Obanai knows you’re his one and only. Until you manage to do exactly what he wants how he wants it, he’ll show you all the love he has to keep buried

Abusive Husband! Obanai does not recognise his own actions as extremely abusive. He sees it as training, as teaching, as building you up to learn

Abusive Husband! Obanai gets into arguments with you over literally everything. You will always lose these arguments and be sent to the room you share with him crying your eyes out

Abusive Husband! Obanai doesn’t tolerate very specific things you like. Remind him ever so slightly of so much as one of his family members, he’ll be dumping all your belongings in the nearby river

Abusive Husband! Obanai is basically impossible to get away from. The only way you can truly escape him is if he died in battle… in which you pray for everyday

I’m certain I’ve used this picture before but ah, screw it

[gaybitchfx]

Can you do Obanai x male reader?

Obanai is always mean to reader (extra mean because he thinks reader is annoying) and he finds out that reader has a 2 year old daughter and he had a very abusive ex husband

Thank you 💖

A/n: We love angst 😌 no problem btw

YOU’RE ANNOYING

Character(s): Iguro Obanai

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: Fluffy angst

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse

Edited: ❌

This was longer than I thought it would be-

“Iguro-San!” You called out with a big smile. Obanai groaned as he gave you a sharp glare. “What the hell do you want?” He grumbled.

“Just wanted to say hi that’s all!” You said with a big and bright smile. “You’re so annoying, get lost.” Obanai said as he did a hand motion for you to go away.

“Awww you can’t be like that Iguro-San you’re one of my good friends!” You said causing his eye to twitch. “Who has ever said I’d be friends with the likes of you?” He mumbled, annoyance laced in his words.

“Ah, I just thought since we-“ “You.” “Yeah…since I talk to you a lot I thought we might have been friends.” You said as your smile slightly faded.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t stop trying to be friends with you Iguro-San! Just you wait!” You said and pointed up at him since he was laying on a tree branch like usual.

“Get lost, you’re an eye sore.” He said and waved you off. You sighed and walked away going somewhere. “He really has taken a liking to you Iguro .” Giyuu said randomly appearing as he watched you walk off getting distracted by the wisteria around the estate.

“He’s a nuisance and a pain in the ass.” Obanai said as he rolled his eyes. “He has been through a lot in his marriage.” Giyuu said getting Obanai’s attention.

“He was married? To who?” Obanai asked with a raised brow. “I don’t know all the details but Shinobu does maybe ask her.” Giyuu said with a shrug before vanishing into thin air. Later that night Obanai arrived to the butterfly estate. Aoi opened the door when she heard a knock and looked at Obanai.

“Good evening Iguro-Sama. Is there something you need?” She asked slightly bowing. “I need to have a chat with Shinobu.” He said and she nodded inviting him inside before taking him to where Shinobu was.

“Shinobu-Sama! You have a visitor.” Aoi said as she lightly knocked on the door frame. Shinobu turned her head after finishing feeding her gold fish and saw Obanai.

“My my, what a pleasure to see you here Iguro.” Shinobu said with a small smile. “Enough with the chit chat, I want to know about Y/n’s marriage.” Obanai said as he stood before her.

“Oh, that’s what you wanted to know about.” Shinobu said as her smile wilted a little as if she was in thought. “Please have a seat.” She said and Obanai sat down. “Who was he married to?” Obanai asked.

“Well, I never dared to meet him or know of his name but Y/n had said he was someone who would work on pottery and things like that. At first Y/n was deeply in love with him talking about him none stop saying how much he loved him but that all changed so quickly..” Shinobu said as she tapped a small rhythm with her finger on the wood.

“What happened?”

“He started to become abusive. He would hit and yell at Y/n for any small thing. Sometimes it was so bad he would come here and cry for hours about how he didn’t know where it all went wrong. Such a pure and sweet soul tainted by a withering and foul one…” Shinobu sighed before continuing.

“Eventually they adopted a child, but it was worse since when they adopted her. She was only a baby so whenever she cried he would scream at Y/n to make her shut up even though the baby was crying because of her fathers yelling. This went on for some time now till he finally reached out for help. When their child was old enough they divorced, but I don’t think Y/n will ever be the same pure person as he once was.” Shinobu said as she looked at Obanai.

His eyes were wide. He never knew you went through all of that. He thought you were just someone who was always annoying.

“Thank you, I’ll take my leave now.” Obanai bowed before getting up and leaving. The next day Y/n came up to Obanai again and showed him a flower he found on the way here.

“Look look! Isn’t it pretty?” You asked with a big smile. Instead of saying something snarky he gave an honest opinion. “It is very beautiful.” Obanai said which surprised you. You thought he would throw an insult but he didn’t.

It made your heart swell up with joy as your smile grew bigger. “I’ll go find m-” “Papa! Papa!” A child’s voice called out making you turned your head along with Obanai.

“Aya?! Aren’t you supposed to be with Shinobu-San?” You asked the girl as she hugged your leg. “I missed papa..” She mumbled as she looked up at you with beautiful hazel eyes.

Your smile softened as you picked the child up and patted her back as she clinged onto you.

“Is this your daughter?” Obanai asked making you jump a bit. “How’d you know?” “I asked Shinobu about your past marriage.” Obanai said and your looked turned from a shocked one to pure sadness.

“Don’t be sad papa! Daddy can’t hurt you anymore!” Aya said as she cupped your face with her small hands making you lightly laugh.

“Thank you sweet heart, but papas fine.” You said and peppered her face with kisses making her squeal and laugh. Obanai watched as a warm looked fell upon his features. “She’s just like you.” Obanai suddenly said making you smile and look at him. “Thank you, Iguro-San!”

[ssamie]

six. BESTFRIEND

suna rintaro x fem! mitsuri reader

(kny x hq)

warnings: spelling mistakes,  2k+ words, italicized words/ sentences are her thoughts, mitsuri’s hair+eye color was used.

gen masterlist.      sakura mochi.

the next day after their rather interesting meeting with obanai, y/n had come on through the doors looking absolutely battered. "y/n-chan, what happened to you?!" atsumu shrieked as he watched her bandage-covered form enter the gym

she looked up at the team in confusion as they all started huddling around her, fussing and asking questions in concern "eh? what's wrong? are you guys okay?" she asked once they backed away to give her space

"are you okay? you're covered in bandages" suna retorted with an irked brow as he gestured to her battered body

"oh, that" she hummed in realisation "i got these from training yesterday" she explained "it's not really as bad as it seems.. obanai-kun just sorta went overboard in patching me up" she chuckled sheepishly

"are ya sure?" osamu asked "ya didn't really come home last night"

"i stayed with my friend shinobu-san last night! im sorry for not informing you earlier" she said as she bowed apologetically " 's fine. just text us next time, yeah?"

thus, their practice continued on as usual. except for the twins occasionally looming over her shoulder and continually pestering her.

"gosh, the twins are really at it today" aran grunted in exasperation as he watched the twins bicker "what're they even fighting about?" ginjima sweat dropped "i think its because osamu keeps missing his tosses" aran answered

"hm?" y/n hummed as she overheard their conversation

it's not like she hasn't noticed them fighting. well, how could she when they were doing it right beside her.

"well, i guess it is kinda hard to stay focused all the time.." she mumbled as she thought over all the missed hits by osamu "osamu-kun might be tired, if anything.." she said

"no." atsumu scoffed at her claims. "any piece of trash who can't score with those sets should just let someone else play already." he scowled

"eh?? don't be like that, tsumu-kun" she cooed nervously. she looked up at suna and aran, who were both sinply watching the exchange with unsurprised expressions.

"oi! atsumu, don't say it like that" ginjima said as he watched atsumu's retreating figure. atsumu didn't utter a word as he continued on walking, heading for the door to make his exit.

"tch." osamu scoffed as he slowly rose up to his feet, staggering lightly as he prepares to run towards the blonde

"why you.. abusive tyrannical pig!!" he exclaimed as he raised his foot to kick his twin's back

"!!!" ginjima paled as he watched atsumu fall forward with a nervous smile, while aran simply eyed them down with no emotion.suna wordlessly whipped out his phone, recording them as they tackled each other to the ground 

'ah, this might be the wrong time to think of this...' she thought to herself 

'but samu and tsumu look so hot when fighting!!!' she squealed internally 

'THEIR MUSCLES!! THEIR BACK!! THE ARMS!! HEHEHE' 

she giggled flusteredly to herself as she cradled her blushing face 

'osamu-kun looks like a dorito.'  she nodded with a huff as her eyes raked down the boy's back 

"y/n-chan.. are you okay?" aran laughed nervously. he stared at her, blinking slowly as he watches her cover her nose as if she was fighting off a nosebleed. "couldn't be better!" she answered back with a bright grin as she gave him a thumbs up 

"ah, 's that so.." aran sweat dropped. "you look impossibly red at the moment" 

"its because i had a nosebleed, aran-kun!" she answered back, just as giddily as she sent him a dumb smile. she uncovered her nose, revealing a lone drop of blood dripping from her nostril 

"jesus christ, y/n." he sighed 

"hey" suna called out to her 

"hwi swuna kun" she mumbled out as she continued to chomp onto her snack. surprisingly, this time it wasn't sakura mochi, and instead was a whole cup of ramen. 

they didn't really know why she had a cup of ramen sitting around, but they didnt question it. 

"can i have that" suna asked as he nodded towards the bag of chips situated on her lap "oh sure.." she said as she reluctantly reached out to hand him the snack 

"uh. are you sure you want me to have 'em..?" suna sweat dropped. she stiffly nodded as she plopped the bag of chips onto his palm. although she didn't let it go and continued on gripping onto it. 

"of course! i-im.. not that hungry anyways.." she reassured him with a smile "its fine, bunny. i can tell you want 'em" suna chuckled nervously 

"eat them." she demanded as she opened the bag and shoved it in his hands 

suna nodded and munched on the chips, eyeing her pitifully as she sulks while finishing the rest of her ramen. "are you still hungry, bunny?" suna asks tauntingly as he waves around a piece of chip by her face 

"no" she huffed, puffing her cheeks up as she cradled her stomach, which was currently rumbling from hunger "say ah" suna laughed as he pressed the chip onto her lips 

'HAH?! IS HE GONNA FEED ME?!'  she screamed internally 

'AGH, SUNA RINTAROU YOU ABSOLUTE MAN OF MY DREAMS, I WILL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY' 

she opened her mouth, waiting for him to feed her. though much to her confusion, the food never came. instead, suna swirled the chips around, prompting her to chase after it like a dog, all while wearing a taunting smirk on his lips 

'hawshakha this is embarrassing!!' she thought to herself 

she covered her face with her twin braids out of embarrassment as she hesitantly followed his hands "hmph." she huffed as she leaned in, and impatiently chomped onto the chips

suna froze in his spot as he watched her dive in to snatch the chips from his fingers. he could feel her soft lips accidentally encaging his fingertips as she pulled away, leaving his skin slightly damp from saliva 

"fuck that was hot" he blurted out 

"..." she stared at him with her doe eyes, her pale green orbs boring through his olive green ones, as she continued munching on the chips 

"me?" she asked 

"no." suna answered with a straight face. "i meant the gym. it's hot, right?" 

"uh, i guess.." she muttered with a raised brow "anyways. wanna see the twins' fight?" he cleared his throat as he pulled out his phone "hm.. i think i have some videos on my phone too" she hummed as she scrolled through her gallery 

"though, most of it is tsumu-kun lip syncing to sensual songs" she said 

"not that i mind!!" she giggled menacingly as she scrolled through the never ending album filled with atsumu's thirst traps "atsumu-kun looks good here.. " she muttered flusteredly  "here too.. suna-kun, look! his hair is tied up here" she said as she showed him a very unwanted video of atsumu's thirst trap 

"i don't wanna see that" suna grimaced "but you gotta send me that. this is godly." he chuckled darkly to himself 

"look at the fucker biting his lips" he sneered as he watched atsumu bite his lip flirtatiously "giving me very much frat boy vibes. this dude looks like he has whiteclaw flowing through his damn veins" 

"i have much more videos, suna-kun" she said as she opened another album "except these are mostly fights and random pranks i pulled on them with mrs. miya" she explained 

"send them to me" suna pleaded 

"of course!! but uh-" she cut herself off as she nervously handed him her phone "i don't have your number" she reasoned 

'hehehehhe,, type it in type it in!!'  she squirmed in excitement as she watched suna enter his contact information 

'one step closer to being his wife!'  she mentally patted herself in the back as she smiled in triumph. 

"thanks for these. yer the best, bunny" suna cooed at her 

"this is some great blackmail material." he smirked "no problem!" she squeaked out, still too enamoured over the half-assed selfie suna took to put in as his contact photo 

"you're officially my new best friend" suna said through a yawn 

she froze in surprise as she looked at him with sparkling eyes, looking absolutely lovestruck as she relished in her new title "really?!" she whisper shouted 

"mhm." suna grunted "now lemme sleep on your lap, bunny." he requested "its a best friends thing we should practice more often" he hummed out as he laid his head on her lap

"typical platonic stuff." he smirked cheekily

she nodded in response, too flustered to even reply a simple 'okay.' "catch ya later" he said as he shut his eyes and falling almost instantly. she grinned in excitement and clamped her mouth shut to contain her squeals, being careful enough not to stir him awake 

'ah, this is it! i've finally found my future husband!' she thought 

'after years of searching!!' she squealed internally

'i can't wait to tell obanai..or shinobu-san! or my mom!.. wait she's dead..' 

she hummed giddily as she combed through suna's hair, playing with it and shaping it as cat ears just for the fun of it. she was feeling perfectly fine. that is, until it had finally dawned her. 

"wait." she blurted out, her eye twitching ever so slightly 

"did i just get friendzoned?" 

[reallypleasanttree]

A continuation:

His son, Riku, rested on Mitsuri’s bare chest. Skin on skin contact was important for bonding. According to the doctors and nurses, he is healthy. Soft black hair, green eyes, ten fingers, and ten toes. Obanai didn’t dare to hold his son yet. He looked so fragile at six pounds and five ounces. Seventeen inches from his toes to the crown of his head. Underneath the thin hospital grown, he curled up with his knees pressed against his stomach and his arms pulled in towards his chest. Riku ‘s nostrils flared out as he slept.

Only hours old and his son is the most terrifying creature to have ever existed for Obanai. There was so much potential for him. He could be interested in dinosaurs, swords, dogs, cats, trucks, or planes. He could be an introvert or an extrovert. In the future, he could be a lawyer, chef, or doctor. Obanai wanted his son to see everything he could and be happy doing whatever pleased him.

However, everything could go horribly wrong. Obanai could not help, but think of his own childhood. The abuse he endured at the hands of his mother and relatives. Riku would never experience anything like that, but there was still so much that could happen. He might have respiratory or gastrointestinal issues like Obanai did. He could roll over in bed and sleep on his stomach, increasing the risk of sudden infant death syndrome. He could-

“Obi, do you want to hold him?” Mitsuri asked. She readjusted the hospital gown in preparation to hand him to her husband. Obanai stiffened in his seat. What if he ended up dropping him? What if Riku stopped breathing? His heart beat rapidly in his chest and he could feel the panic settle in. What if he touched the soft spot on his head and accidentally killed him? What if he shook him too roughly? What if he- 

“Do you want to hold him, Daddy?” She repeated her question. Mitsuri pushed herself up in the bed to get a better look at the dark haired man. When she saw his face, she recognized the worry lines and panic in his two toned gaze.

When she called him Daddy, a new emotion twisted inside him. It was raw and real. For the past nine months, their baby had been a concept. Obviously, Obanai was there for the ultrasounds and could see Mitsuri’s body changing to accommodate for the baby, but now Riku was here. He was a separate being now. Anything could happen.

“What if I hit his head on the bedrail?” He pointed to the gray plastic railing on Mitsuri’s side. “What if I drop him?” He ran a hand through his hair. “What if I-”

“Obi,” Mitsuri interrupted him. “I know you’re scared, but it’ll be alright. Do you want to lay down beside me? Then I can just pass him over without worrying about the bedrail.” Her green eyes pierced him and steadied him as she spoke. Slowly, he nodded in agreement. Mitsuri shifted over to give him room. He laid down next to her with the hospital bed propped up. 

Mitsuri gently passed the baby to Obanai’s waiting arms. She corrected his hand placement, so Riku’s head and neck were secure. “See? You’re doing great,” his wife hummed and beamed while watching Obanai with their newborn. 

His son shifted slightly in Obanai’s arms before opening his bright green eyes. They couldn’t focus yet, but Obanai could tell his son was questioning who he was. 

“I’m your Daddy, Riku,” he murmured to his son. He stroked the baby’s dark hair. His panic subsided the longer Obanai held him along with the knowledge he would do anything to keep Riku safe. 

I need a one shot of Obani x Misturi! I want to see the struggles of them as parents! Probably add Planned Pregnancy and Angst/Fluff!

Do you even do requests? I'm sorry if I'm disturbing you! I just really need it!😞

No worries! I’m open to hearing requests, but it depends on the individual prompt. I actually have a WIP related to this prompt I'll share. It's mostly modern domestic fluff. ☺️ Hopefully, it fits the vibe you want. Please enjoy!

The morning light cast shadows over his wife’s face. Her eyes were shut, lost in a dream. He ran his hand over her long hair, making her sigh. His eyes traveled from her face to her swollen stomach. He loved seeing her pregnant. It was the first dream she had told him when they became friends telling one another their hopes for the future. She wanted a large family with three kids at least. At the time, he had been under the impression they were only friends despite his growing feelings for her. She was someone who deserved the world and then more. 

He had little to offer her. His family was filthy. Full of criminals, murderers, thieves, and occult members, sacrificing their newborns for rituals. Their goddess was a snake woman. From paintings she was half snake with a human torso and face. Her golden eyes haunted his childhood dreams. Two golden eyes shimmering in the darkness, her tail dragging across the wood floor. 

He would have been a sacrifice if he didn’t have one golden eye just as their goddess was depicted. They revered him and decided to wait to sacrifice him to their deity. When he was seven years old the cult was discovered and his family was taken into custody. He on the other side was put into foster care. 

Mitsuri rolled over and bent her legs up. Obanai turned with her and wrapped one arm around her. His hand rested over her stomach. Her skin was smooth from all the creams and lotions she used to help prevent stretch marks. It still stunned him thinking they would be holding a baby in four months. The upcoming scan would reveal if they were having a boy or girl. He did not care what gender they were. He only wanted them to be healthy in body and mind. Their baby would have a loving mother and a father who would try his best. 

For whatever reason Mitsuri picked him. He held her a moment longer before sitting up. He went down to the kitchen with two cats trailing after him. A pair of red tabby brothers Mitsuri named Matcha and Chai. He still confused them despite living with them for three years now. Obanai grabbed their food and poured it into bowls. He set them down on the mat and cats raced over. 

He started breakfast. Pancakes were always in demand. The first time Mitsuri stayed over she started chanting pancakes when he asked her what she wanted for breakfast. He had no idea then that it would become a tradition. Every Saturday morning he would cut up fruit, mix the batter, and deliver them to her while she was still in bed. 

Once he had two plates piled high he set them on a serving tray. Syrup, fruit, butter, chocolate chips, and everything in between. Mitsuri’s appetite had always been large. He had been worried before they found out she was pregnant. Her appetite became nonexistent for a week. He thought it was the flu since he had it the week before. They took her to the doctor when she couldn’t hold anything down when she did eat. 

The doctor was the first to mention the possibility of pregnancy. He and Mitsuri looked at each other and he facepalmed. Why hadn’t they thought of it? A blood test confirmed it and she was given medication to help with her morning sickness. They had been trying for a month. He never expected it would happen so quickly. 

Obanai sighed and picked up the serving tray. He walked back into their bedroom and set the tray down on Mitsuri’s nightstand. Sitting down on the side of the bed, he gently rubbed her shoulder. 

“I know you’re awake, Mitsuri,” he said. Her sense of smell heightened with her pregnancy and there was no way she would miss the smell of vanilla and fresh pancakes. Mitsuri smiled and opened her eyes. He leaned down to kiss her forehead before grabbing the tray to place over her. She sat up with her back resting against three pillows to prop herself up. 

“It smells so good,” she said, picking up silverware and cutting into the pile of pancakes. Obanai grabbed a strawberry to eat. He glanced at the foot of the bed and saw her wiggling her feet under the blankets in her own version of a happy dance as she ate. 

“Hey, so I was thinking about baby names. What do you think about Sora?” she asked. 

“No, I knew a kid in high school named Sora and he was insufferable,” Obanai answered, shaking his head. Mitsuri pouted. 

“You’ve said that about every name I suggested, so what names have you come up with?” Mitsuri asked. 

“Hikari for a girl. Riku for a boy,” he answered immediately. Mitsuri took a second to register the information. 

“Those were my grandparents’ names,” she whispered. Her bottom lip trembled. They passed away in the past three years and Mitsuri felt their loss deeply. 

“They were the first ones to welcome me into your family. I want to honor them,” Obanai explained. Her green eyes blinked rapidly, trying to prevent herself from crying. “If you don’t like the idea-”

“No, I love it,” Mitsuri interrupted him. She tried to reach for a tissue, but if she turned then her belly would tip over the serving tray. Obanai grabbed a tissue and handed it to his wife. She dabbed her eyes. Obanai ate another strawberry and rubbed her leg in quiet comfort.

[bloomyn]

hhShshusushWiu ur writing is gorgeous and beautiful I wish I could write like u 👿 could you write me a scenario of the pillars in a modern day au college or high school (it don’t matter g) with a foreign exchange student who is super nice and cute and innocent friendly etc and maybe them developing a crush on them 👉👈 then one day they invite them to do a tik tok dance with them and theN THEY JUST THROW IT BACK or body roll and the pillar is just LIKe o\\\o AhahHHAHA it’s a weird req but ty!

a/n: ahhh you’re too sweet omg !!! this request was so much fun to write LOL,,all i could think about was the pillars tryna catch it while you threw it back N E WAY,,hope you enjoy :)

when you had arrived in japan through your study abroad program you hadn’t expected to make too many friends. you were there to study, to get you’re degree and go back home. but, um, spoiler alert: nothing ever goes the way you planned.

walking through campus halls you went through your mental checklist

showered? check

finished your modern lit assignment? check

actually packed your lunch? che- oh 

you mentally rolled your eyes. you hadn’t exactly planned to spend money today but it was fine, as long as you didn’t get something to drink tomorrow morning. besides, you were meeting up with your friends later and they insisted on keeping you pretty well fed. you smiled at the thought of your friend group, loud? yes. loving? double yes. whatever that meant.

“[l/n] - chan!” someone shouted from behind you. turning your head you were met with three familiar faces. grinning you started walking towards the group.

“good morning kocho-san, rengoku-san, shinazu-’

the silver haired student flicked your forehead, “oi [l/n] - chan how many times have we told you to drop the honorifics you brat.”

you laughed, shooting him a smile, “ah sorry sanemi!”

the other two rolled their eyes at sanemis antics. “you’re too cute for your own good you know [l/n]?” shinobu said, hooking her arm through yours.

you sighed, “i never know what you mean by that you know.”

meanwhile behind you, rengoku was trying to laugh at his friends pathetic attempts at flirting.

“shut.up. before i rip your hair off.”

the other man only snickered, “i’m pretty sure abusing your crush’s forehead isn’t a top ten flirting tactic - OW!”

you and shinobu turned around to see sanemi trying to beat rengoku into the linoleum floors. hurriedly you ran to sanemis side, pulling at his arm. while shinobu laughed into her arm. realizing that it was you gripping his bicep (he’d have to process that later) sanemi released the other man (who by the way was perfectly fine).

“sanemi you really have to stop picking fights with everyone you know.” you chided, brushing his shoulders off. he turned away from your innocently pouting face, “yeah.yeah. i will.”

“funny how you say that everytime but never follow through.” a new voice popped up, breaking you two apart. 

obanai and mitsuri walked up, joining the group and you could feel the annoyance practically vibrating off of sanemis body. 

you rolled your eyes, “can i just go to class please?”

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you groaned, taking your seat at the lunch table your friends had claimed.

“is everything alright [l/n].”

you peered up at gyomei’s figure, “modern lit was just a bit annoying.but i feel better now!.”

ah how cute the older student thought. 

soon enough the rest of your friends had made their way to the table and wrapped you in conversations and dumb jokes.

“oh [l/n] i forgot to show you!.” mitsuri hopped out of her seat and came up behind you, shoving her phone in your face. pressing play on the tiktok. you flushed red as the video continued, the two dancers on the screen comfortably rolling their bodies to the music.

“ah - i...”

the group broke out in laughter, even giyuu managed to crack a smile. 

“please will you try it [l/n]?” mitsuri chirped

“oh i don’t know--”

“if you’re worried about the partner thing i already roped sanemi into it since he beat me up earlier.” rengoku smirked, and it wasn’t like sanemi was going to say no to having you dance in front of him

you froze.

ah this was quite the predicament wasnt it? well, it wasn’t like you didnt have a few private drafts saved of the exact same dance anyway.

“sure, we can try.”

after a few minutes of learning the dance, sanemi reluctantly stood up. i mean, it wasn’t like you were actually going to, you know

the others gathered behind the phone. you pressed the self timer and ran to a blushing sanemi. and then the music started.

the first few moves were simple, nothing to extravagant, but the next move...

okay it wasn’t like you hadn’t practiced throwing it back in the privacy of your own dorm. and you definitely weren’t bad at it. 

so when you flawlessly rolled your body down and arched your back up, everyone froze. you only realized the effects of you actions when sanemi didn’t continue the dance and instead had opted to crouch down and bury his face in his hands.

“s-sanemi?”

obanai was the first to recover, laughing as you waved a hand in front of sanemis face. 

“ i think you broke him [l/n] “

“ i didnt mean too--”

“ WHERE? WHAT?” mitsuri shrieked, “AH L/N! WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT!”

you laughed nervously. the rest of your friends had erupted into chatter asking you questions, when had you learned to do that? what else were you hiding behind that sweet exterior?

but sanemi still hadn’t gotten up.

you took his hands in yours, “sanemi are you okay.”

shyly, he nodded, gripping your hands even harder. 

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“i still can’t believe he managed to ask you out after that.”

“HEY!”

you bit the inside of your lip and smiled, bringing yourself closer to sanemis body. he took your hand in his and kissed you knuckles.

“i thought it was cute.” you murmured against his chest. 

“stop being gross!” uzui said, flicking a fry toward the both of you. “its very cute that you found love but also gross!”

somehow you too had managed to work the whole long distance thing out and for the next couple weeks you were able to stay in japan, it was “for work” you had told your boss. 

you embraced the warmth of your friends and your lover, maybe you hadn’t expected this in the beginning but your glad your ‘study only party never’ plans had been foiled

...and that tiktok had managed to get you date with your future husband.

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requests : open

[colourstreakgryffin]

The Six Pillars; Masterlist #5~

Welcome to the fifth temple~! Here is the most important Masterlist of them all~! This is the beginning of this Blog’s Hell-Heaven life, worked as hard here too~!

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Pillar #1: Demon Slayer ~❤️

💙💚 Giyuu and Sanemi: Hexstruck

❤️💜💙 Yoriichi, Obanai and Muichiro: I’m Not In Love

🧡💛 the Hashira: Merperson AU

🧡💛 the Hashira: Pokémon AU

💜💚💙❤️ Obanai, Sanemi, Giyuu and Tengen: Princess and the Hashira

🧡💛 the Hashira: Wild Wild West

💚🩷🩷💜 SaneKana and ObaMitsu: Double Trouble

🧡💛 the Hashira: Search and Rescue

💚💙 Sanemi and Giyuu: Motherly Love

🧡💛 the Hashira: Throwing in The Towel

❤️💛 Tanjiro and Zenitsu: My Mistake

💜 Obanai Iguro: Guilty and Sentenced

💜 Obanai Iguro: Abusive Husband

💙 Aoi Kanzaki: Savoury Drugs

❤️ Akaza: Just Like Me

💙💜💙 Giyuu, Obanai and Muichiro: My Reflection

💙 Muichiro Tokito: Go for It

💜🌈 Kokushibo and Douma: The Best Child Wins

💜 Obanai Iguro: Colourwork

💚💙💜🩷 Sanemi, Giyuu, Obanai and Mitsuri: Pleasurable Assistance

❤️🩷 Sanemi, Tengen, Giyuu and Mitsuri: Mini Attack

🧡💚💜💙 Kyojuro, Sanemi, Obanai and Giyuu: Clothing Recovery

🩷 Mitsuri Kanroji: Culinary Masterpiece

💙 Muichiro Tokito: You’re So Beautiful

❤️ Kamaboko Squad: Hotspring Fun

💙 Muichiro Tokito: Dark Beauty

🖤 Gyomei Himejima: One Hundred Problems

💜 Kokushibo: Worthy Successor

💜🩷💜 Obanai, Mitsuri and Shinobu: Anaconda Coil

🌈 Douma: The Ice Queen

🩷 Mitsuri Kanroji: The Rivals

🧡💚💜🩷💙 Kyojuro, Sanemi, Obanai, Mitsuri and Giyuu Tomioka: One in the Same

🩷💜 Mitsuri and Shinobu: Human Slingshot

🌈 Douma: Rare Find

💚🧡❤️🩷 Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen and Mitsuri: Bunny Baby

💜🩷 Obanai and Mitsuri: Sharing?!

🧡💜 Kyojuro and Obanai: Wild Breathing

🩷💜 Mitsuri and Shinobu: Queen of Toads

❤️💜 Tengen and Obanai: Lovely Cookie

🩷💜💙 Mitsuri, Obanai and Giyuu: Webtastic Detective

🧡💚❤️🩷 Kyojuro, Sanemi, Tengen and Mitsuri: Women Power

🧡🩷 Kyojuro and Mitsuri: Doki Doki

💜🖤 Upper Moons: Blood Demon Art- The Mess of House Parties

💚 Gyutaro: Cutting My Heart

💜 Obanai Iguro: My Winglady

💜🖤 Upper Moons: Upper Moons and Affections

🧡💛 the Hashira: Hashira and The Comedy Club Chaos

❤️ Kamaboko Squad: Movie Night

❤️ Kamaboko Squad: Kissing Likes

🧡💛 the Hashira: Long-Night Sleepover

💜 Obanai Iguro: Giggling Mess

🧡💛 the Hashira: Life is a Highway

🩷 Mitsuri Kanroji: Amazing Extras

🧡💛 the Hashira: Cuddles and Sleep

💜💙 Shinobu and Giyuu: Clingy Hands

🧡💛 the Hashira: Hotel Vacation

💜🩷 Obanai and Mitsuri: Who Am I Without You?

🧡💛 the Hashira: Headcanons Paradise

🧡💛 the Hashira: Heart In Hands

💜 Obanai: Closer and Closest

🧡💛 the Hashira: Digital Terrors

🧡💛 the Hashira: Many Gutterballs

💜🩷 Obanai and Mitsuri: Heated War

💙 Muichiro Tokito: Foggy Mind

🖤 Gyomei Himejima: Crust Cage

❤️ Tengen Uzui: Blaring Screams

💚 Sanemi Shinazugawa: Chilling Wind

💜 Shinobu Kocho: Knockout Serum

💙 Giyuu Tomioka: Drowning Lake

🧡 Kyojuro Rengoku: Charring Senses

🩷 Mitsuri Kanroji: Rotten Heart

💜 Obanai Iguro: Trapping Squeeze

Pillar #2: Jujutsu Kaisen ~💜

💙🧡💜 Satoru, Suguru and Amanai: Royal Show

💛 Hajime Kashimo: Heart Strike

Pillar #3: JoJos Bizarre Adventure~💚

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Pillar #4: Death Note ~💙

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Pillar #5: Haikyuu ~🧡

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Pillar #6: Record of Ragnarok ~🩷

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Pillar #7: Additional ~🖤

💜💙 Tamaki x Nejire: Blood and Electricity

🖤 Shota Aizawa: I Want to Help

💙💜 Nejire x Tamaki: Thunder and Hugs

💚 Roronoa Zoro: Two Deadly Sins

💚 Roronoa Zoro: The Swordsman and the Art of Jealousy

💚 Roronoa Zoro: Sail into Parenthood