#demonslayer obanai

[dreaisgrayte]

Under the Goddess' Veil [TEASER]

A/n: This fic was a tad bit spur of the moment to take a break from rewriting some of Lady of Amberguard. Turns out I really like the idea and haven't been able to stop writing on it for 2 days. I will say this will be a bit of plot in the first 4 or 5 thousand words but from then on...dear Lord forgive me for the absolute FILTH I have planned.

Description: I'll give a silly one for right now, basically a maiden gets sacrificed to 5 dragons and a lot of fucking happens. The end.

Pairings: Obanai Iguro, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka, Uzui Tengen, and Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

ENJOY!

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“I was supposed to be sacrificed to you for the honor of my village…” You trail off, trying to connect the dots. You glance in the direction of Sanemi, his usually stern eyes softening when they connect with yours. “Are you going to eat me?” Your words sound pitiful, like you had accepted that fact already – and you had. You’d be raised on the single constant that you would be fed to the Gods atop the neverending tips.

Uzui appears in front of you, a lazy smirk playing with his lips as he leans down to be eye level with you. “Not in the way you’re thinking.” He purrs, rolling his smirk into his mouth.

Kyojuro pushes forward, his long hair whipping in the wind Obanai was still creating. “Your humans assume when we request a maiden to be given to us that we would feast upon her supple flesh,” He sighs, looking at Obanai as he speaks. “Every century our loneliness becomes unbearable. There was the occasional soul that attempted to harm us, wanting to take the hoard for themself, but that didn’t last long. Other draconics would visit us, but some of them would fight for our territory.” Your eyes are drawn to Sanemi again and his plethora of scars. He avoids your gaze at all costs, he finds the outer wall of the cave particularly interesting.

Kyojuro continues with a solemn smile. “Then one day a beautiful woman found her way into the lower tunnels. She came begging us to help her village, people were sick – dying. She was ready to give anything to us for the sake of the people.”

Uzui, who is leaning against the wall, pipes up again. “So she gave us her body.” Your brows knit together. Her body? What exactly did that mean? Kyojuro shoots him a glare before setting himself in front of your gaze, staring into your eyes.

“The women before you were scared, frightened of the big bad monsters within the Ponorich peaks. Most of them tried to escape with no avail…they would get lost and starve or stay within our sight and do the same thing. There were others that would find our hoard and selfishly conspire to harm us to take it.” Kyojuro’s eyes are bright swirls. “We want a mate, a bride.” Bride…you had dreamed about a day adorned with joy once. It had been a quick thought, squashed by the reality that you understood from a very young age. Though, now perhaps you could live the life that had been taken away from you.

The wind dies down and you quickly look behind to find Obanai stepping onto the edge in a graceful manner. He nods his head at you, an ethereal glow still present in his eyes. It made your stomach dip in the strangest way. "You can have one of us,” He waves his arm to the group of men, their eyes trained on you. Obanai steps forward, picking up your hands softly. You peer at him through your lashes. “Or all of us." He finishes. A distinguishing feeling glides through your very being. Something that tells you if you were going to die for the village the least you could do was live for them.

"I-I'd like to have all of you..." You stammer, your confidence dropping with every second. When did you decide to become so brazen? Here you were, a maiden surrounded by five men that surely looked upon you with heat and desire.

"Are you sure you can handle that little doe? Becoming the wife of five hungry dragons isn't going to be easy. You will ache when you are without us and you will ache when you are with us." Giyuu coos, placing a hand on your back. It sends licks of warmth that jolt to where you had never been touched.

“You will become ours in every way possible.” Uzui is now to your other side, hand upon your waist. “We will take you whenever we want,” A piece of hair falls to the side of his ear, distracting you for a moment until he brings your gaze back to him with fingers under your chin. “And you can take us whenever you want.”

Kyojuro hangs his arms around your shoulders, placing himself square behind you. The thin material of your slip does nothing to hide the warmth radiating off the man. “When our heat occurs you will have to be careful. One of us may ravish you and then two more join in.” He nudges your head with affection and your stomach stirs.

“Are you willing to make sacrifices?” Sanemi asks, still standing a few feet away from the huddle the rest of them had now created around you.

“I was raised to do so.” You reply, a confident nod moving your head.

[dan-i98a]

DEMON SLAYER: YEAR OF THE DRAGON ILLUSTRATIONS 🐉 FINALLYYYY 🐲

[suns-fanart]

Sticker sheet💪💪💪

[af12art]

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

[zafill]

Haii, i saw your requests r open again!!

I wanted to ask if u could do streamer giyuu, reader and giyuu have been dating in secret so no one know about them,, but one day reader accidentally walks infront of the camera not knowing that he was streaming! How will it play out? What will giyuu do? What are his fans reaction?

Thank youu!! :3

''Wait… Who Was That?!"

THSISISI SO CUTIEEE ----------

The stream had been live for almost two hours.

The soft clack of mechanical keys filled the background as Giyuu focused intently on his game, lit by the soft, moody hues of his custom LED setup—deep ocean blues and muted purples that mirrored his calm vibe. His camera was propped at a slight angle, framing just his sharp features, dark tousled hair, and the familiar serious expression his fans adored.

He wore a simple black hoodie and a headset, mic tilted just close enough to pick up his low voice.

"Rotate left," he said to his team, eyes narrowing slightly as he scanned the map. "Don’t push mid alone. You’ll get picked off."

His tone was flat but assertive, cool under pressure. Exactly the way his viewers liked it.

Chat: CuddlemyNUGGETS: he sounds like a sexy librarian rn ToesForFree: bro’s voice makes my spine do jazz hands Goonerboner: i’d let him call me a liability ANY day MoistRavioli69: how is this man real TomiokaDILF: the “rotate left” made me feel things 😳

A small smirk flickered across Giyuu’s face. Barely there. He didn’t say anything, but he saw the comments.

"You’re overextending," he said in a quieter tone, then tilted his head slightly. "Fall back. Let them peek first."

He wasn’t one for constant chatter, but his community had learned to read his moods through the smallest expressions—a twitch of his lip, a faint eyebrow raise, the subtle sigh he made when chat got out of pocket.

WaterPillarDaddy: sir please breathe into the mic again JuicySocks97: blink twice if you’re single ILickBentoBoxes: is he always this calm or does he scream into a pillow after stream?

Then came a break between matches, and he leaned back in his chair, reaching off-camera for a bottle of water. Chat immediately flooded with commentary:

ThirstyForTomioka: ARM VEIN ARM VEIN Goonerboner: he’s drinking water. i’m screaming. Tomioka4Eva: hydrate me next pls BeanStalker: if he ever does a gym stream i’ll combust

He glanced at the comments and exhaled slowly, the closest thing he’d give to a laugh.

“No gym stream,” he said plainly. “You’d behave even worse.”

Chat: CuddlemyNUGGETS: EXCUSE ME NotGiyuusWife: exposed 💀 SoggyMitsuri: HE CALLED US OUT AND I’M OK WITH THAT

He queued up another match. “Alright. One more. Then I’m logging.”

As the game loaded, he reached over to adjust the camera slightly—just a small tilt. His hoodie sleeve slipped a bit, revealing a faint mark on his collarbone before he tugged it back up.

Chat: SniffHisSleeves: WHAT WAS THAT ILive4TheLore: was that a hickey?? DetectiveWeirdcore: enhancing. enhancing. zooming. Goonerboner: i swear if he has a girlfriend imma eat drywall

He ignored it—mostly because he couldn’t explain it without opening the floodgates. And besides, you had asked to keep things private. For now.

But that’s when it happened.

Mid-match, mid-concentration, mid-killing-streak… the door opened.

You had no idea he was still live.

Wearing his hoodie (which looked massive on you) and nothing else but a pair of fluffy socks, you stepped in, holding your phone, completely unaware of the camera pointed right past Giyuu’s shoulder.

“Hey, babe,” you mumbled, voice still thick with sleep, “have you seen—oh.”

You froze.

He froze.

Chat EXPLODED.

SoggyMitsuri: WHO. IS. SHE. WetCerealSlaps: THE HOODIE!!! BaldingZenitsu: OH MY GOD SHE CALLED HIM BABE MoistRavioli69: HOUSTON WE HAVE A CANON GIRLFRIEND ToesForNezuko: she’s adorable i’m gonna cry Goonerboner: i want to jump into traffic. respectfully.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights, realizing what you just walked into. “You’re still streaming?”

Giyuu cleared his throat, scrambling to mute his mic and hit the “BRB” screen. His movement was calm, but his ears were bright red.

“I—yeah. I forgot to lock the door,” he said softly.

You buried your face in the sleeves of his hoodie. “I just walked in front of your whole chat. Wearing this. Looking like this.”

"You look fine." He brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. "Are you okay?"

“I just ruined your secret streamer aesthetic,” you muttered.

He shook his head. “They were already suspicious. You didn’t ruin anything.”

You glanced toward the monitor, where the chat was still flying even though the stream was paused.

"You wanna just tell them?" you asked quietly.

His eyes searched yours for a moment. "Only if you’re okay with that."

You nodded, heart racing—but honestly, it felt like a relief. Hiding had been fun at first, thrilling even, but exhausting. And now it was out. Might as well own it.

He unmuted. Switched the camera back on.

And then, with zero drama and full Giyuu energy, he said:

“That was my girlfriend.”

Chat: CuddlemyNUGGETS: dead silence followed by that. iconic. ToesForNezuko: the casualness????? SimpyMcCry: he said that like he was announcing a patch note WetCerealSlaps: THE DROP. THE MIC DROP. Goonerboner: i have lost my will to live but also i support you king

Giyuu’s gaze stayed on the camera, his tone calm but serious.

“We’ve been together for a while. We kept it private because… it’s ours. But I don’t want people speculating or harassing her, so now you know.”

You peeked into frame, cheeks hot, but smiled and gave a little wave.

Chat: Tomioka4Eva: SHE’S SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL SniffHisSleeves: they look like a Studio Ghibli couple JuicySocks97: i ship it. hard. SoggyMitsuri: she better come back for couple Q&A MoistRavioli69: protect her at all costs Goonerboner: i am now a fan of HER. sorry giyuu

Giyuu gave your hand a light squeeze, then looked back at chat.

"Behave," he warned gently. “She reads comments.”

And just like that, the vibes shifted from chaos to full-on adoration. Fan art popped up within hours. Clips of the moment flooded TikTok with captions like "Giyuu caught in 1080p being soft" and "This is how stoic men love". People started calling you “stream mom” in chat. Someone even made a mod for the game he played where the main character wore your hoodie.

Chat: PickledOnigiri: this feels illegal but like... in a cute way SniffHisSleeves: he SQUEEZED HER HAND i am going to ascend CuddlemyNUGGETS: so we just… know now? this is canon? BeanStalker: giyuu soft era unlocked ToesForNezuko: will there be a lore drop??? we need lore

He blinked at the chat, then tilted his head slightly, as if debating something.

Then, totally deadpan—voice as casual as if he were reading patch notes again—he added:

“Oh. And we’re getting married in July.”

You turned sharply toward him, mouth slightly open.

“Giyuu.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What? They wanted lore.”

Chat: WetCerealSlaps: EXCUSE ME???????? MoistRavioli69: I JUST CHOKED ON MY NOODLES ILickBentoBoxes: WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘IN JULY’ Goonerboner: BRO. Tomioka4Eva: THIS MAN JUST CASUALLY DROPPED THE WEDDING DATE SimpyMcCry: i’m not crying you are JuicySocks97: HE SAID IT LIKE HE’S ANNOUNCING A SERVER MAINTENANCE

You covered your face with both hands, groaning. “You’re ridiculous.”

But he was smiling now—subtly, softly—as he glanced at you.

“Ridiculous,” he echoed, “but honest.”

Chat: SniffHisSleeves: ok but the way he looked at her just now?? i’m sobbing Goonerboner: giyuu: emotionally unavailable?? FALSE. MAN IS WIFED UP SoggyMitsuri: JULY WEDDING STREAM??? 👀 PickledOnigiri: i wanna be invited pls MoistRavioli69: stream mom and dad confirmed

He leaned back slightly, hands still laced with yours under the desk. "That's all you're getting for now," he said, voice low, calm. “Thanks for watching. Be nice.”

Then, just before he ended stream, he looked over at you, barely a breath of amusement in his eyes.

“...You’re not mad, are you?”

You shook your head, trying not to laugh. “No. Just—warn me next time before you drop a whole engagement bomb on chat.”

He shrugged. “They asked.”

Stream ended.

The internet lost its mind.

[angelhqloo]

Demon slayer halloween chibi 2024 Pt.2

[everlastingleuthymia]

Coquette 🎀💗🥺

[fizzy1983]

"I will fall in love with you over and over again."

Edit: i forgot to put kimetsu academy but that still counts

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hey, I was wondering if you could do a Chesshire reader x yandere demon slayers were they're out on a mission and come across demon reader and after the demon slayer sees the demons skill they want them but before they can get the reader, they vanished so now the slayers are after the reader on a search for them

(You don't gotta do this,I know it sounds weird but I thought of it and since I suck at writing I thought you could write it Please?)

Cheshire Demon Reader | Yandere Demon Slayer

You are like Tamayo, acting on your own from Muzan Kibitsuji. With a smile as wide as the crescent moon you can easily make yourself disappear long before the drop of a hat. Something you seem to use in order to avoid others from apprehending you both against demons and their slayers. You’re akin to a mischievous yokai that simply appears to mildly inconvenience the townspeople, who are probably well aware of you. But when confronted about you they just shake their heads and wave their hands–”Ah them? They're no problem, just a sneaky yokai that likes to play tricks but when it counts they’ve got our backs.” 

And you do, enough to attract the attention of the demon slayers whose targets are no longer existent. Wondering who or what is killing these demons that have been so hard to track down. Only to find your smiling visage disappearing into the dark of the night:

Kyojorou Rengoku

“WELL….YOU DON’T SEE THAT EVERY DAY!”

He’s been put on a mission to catch a demon on the run

Eating people and destroying the remaining lives in its wake

So he arrives greeted by the people who both curse and rumor about Cheshire (Y/n)

And when night hits he finds a civilian in distress 

Only to be seconds behind at the flick of your disappearing tail 

The demon is subdued and he can only look at the demon pleading to die

“Oh, flame guy! Don’t you have the sword that’ll kill that thing? Go ahead, I wanna see what it looks like to die that way.” “OF COURSE! I PLAN TO! BUT WHY HELP ME?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He’s persistent 

And he decides to keep finding out more about you

“Why don’t you make like a tree and leave flame boy?”

“YOU’D LIKE THAT RIGHT? THEN COME WITH ME, I DON’T THINK I’D BE ABLE TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU AFTER THIS!”

He loves you for your willingness to protect the humans around you

He doesn’t mind your mischievousness 

But he’d appreciate it if you weren’t so slippery to catch

“COME DARLING! There is no reason to run! I have no plans to eliminate you. IN FACT IT’S QUITE THE OPPOSITE!”

Tanjiro Kamado

Same mission 

He’s led by the scent of the demon

Only to catch another

It smells like Ms. Tamayo except its more curious

“Well well, who is this young sprout? I’ve never seen you before, what’s your name?”

You meet him earlier on 

He probably doesn’t realize you're a demon though

Instead blushing at just the way that you are 

Completely unaware of the way you’ve stolen his food

“Huh!? I just had it?”

“Ah, it must have been (Y/n).”

“(Y/n)?”

“Yeah, they’ve been awfully curious about newcomers as of late.”

 He doesn’t mind it until he’s getting slapped around by the demon

Ready to pull out all the stops until you intervene

Saving his life and further making him fall in love with you

“I-I-I–”

“Awww don’t get your kimono in a twist baby Tanjiro.”

“I–”

“Ciao.”

It takes some time away when he decides to pursue you

You’ve broken away from Muzan so it's a given that he should want to know more about you

Don’t mind the weird bets he tries to instigate with you 

“I-I-I’ll have you marry me! If I win you have to marry me!”

“Whoa whoa, that’s hilarious little boy…Let’s do it.”

Iguro Obanai

“I’m sorry but I’m going to have to kill you, now.”

“Oh, will you then–!” 

You’ll have a blast with him

He’s such an antisocial outcast he’s perfect prey for your antics

He’s such a downer the townspeople are slow to inform him about your reputation

“Stop! Stop moving!”

“Ha ha okay.”

“No wait–don’t!” 

“Hehehehe.”

He gives up on killing you 

When you interrupt him again 

It’s to bring an end to the demon

And he quiets the attraction that bubbles in him when you terminate the demon

“Why…why would you save the people? As a demon.”

“ Don’t know. It’s fun here. And I won’t stand for anyone disrupting that.”

He figures he can take you 

After all, they let that stubborn kid keep one

Why can’t he?

“Just come with me and I’ll stop bothering you.”

“Hahaha, that’s hilarious. Why would I stop now!? This game of cat and mouse is one I’m quite good at!”

[chososlittlecrybaby]

HASHIRAS REACT TO YOU BEING A BRAT !!

Scenario: You and them were training and you couldn’t find an opening to strike them leaving them multiple chances to strike you and you got so fed up and you threw your wooden sword on the floor and started shouting at them letting your anger issues get the best of you.

(Went over board with my baby obanai 💔)

NOT proof read.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ✧

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA

Gyomei ‘looked’ at you in confusion trying to figure out why you were acting like this. He tried his best to calm you down, saying things like— “Calm down, Im sorry. I didn’t realize how hard I was being on you.” or “This behavior is really unnecessary. Calm down.” Either way you had a snarky remark.

“I don’t fucking care, how about you shut the fuck and let me think for a second.” You said , pacing around. His eyebrows furrowed, his anger slowly rising trying to be patient with you.

Unexpectedly, Gyomei grabbed your upper arm and faced you to him. Your face hitting his chest as he lowered himself to your level. Not being able to look at you in the eyes directly because he’s blind. “Breathe.” Is all he said. You took deep breaths trying to calm down.

Once you finally calm down and lean into his touch you whispered an apology. “Sorry master Gyomei.” All his anger suddenly evaporating as he felt your breathing even out. “Its okay.”

You felt his hands travel down to your waist and grip it. “Although, that type if behavior comes with consequences.” He said, voice deepening. You gulped. Scared of what he had in store for you.

TOMIOKA GIYUU

He just stared at you. He was never good when it came to handling people’s emotions. “It’s never that serious.. Y/N calm down.” You heard him faintly say. His voice low. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever tell me shits not that serious.” You say, angrily. Walking up to him, dangerously close. “I suggest you back up if you know what good for you.” He said. Locking eyes with yours.

You scoffed, getting closer than you already were if that was even possible. Giyuu felt like you were testing his patience, he felt as if you thought he couldn’t touch you.

He gripped your face, squishing your cheeks together. “Watch who you’re talking to Y/N. You’re acting like a child like every other day I don’t have you laid up in my mansion unable to move.” Giyuu said, his mouth so close to your ear.

“ m’sorry..” You said, closing your eyes out of embarrassment. “gimmie a kiss baby.” He said, pulling away from your ear, giving you the sloppiest kiss ever.

SHINOBU KOUCHO

“Oh my, whats the matter?” She asked, taking a few steps back. “This shit is frustrating! I cant get a hit, im getting fucking mad.” You yelled, kicking the dirt. “Hey its okay really.” She gave you a weak smile. “Its not, I-its not!” You said, tears began to fall. “Y-You’re so mean shinobu! “ You yelled, attempting to slap her arm.

She stopped the slap by grabbing your wrist, applying pressure, making you wince. “Calm down. You should know better than to hit a hashira let alone your trainer.” She said, eyes piercing through you.

“sorry master koucho..”. you said weakly, before she let go of your wrist. “thought so.”

MITSURI KANROJI

She didn’t know what to do, she was confused and panicking. She tried her best to calm you down. “Im sorry! Im sorry!” she said, hugging you.

You calmed down and melted into her touch. her fingers caressing your arms. “you have to try okay my love? You can’t expect to just be able to land a hit on me without training.” she said, her voice soft and smooth. She calmed you down so fast as if this was a everyday occurrence.

MUICHIRO TOKITO

He stared at you blankly. just letting your tantrum run through. He had no idea why you were acting like this and didn’t really want to know.

“Pick your sword back up and stop procrastinating and come on.” He said. Your blood started to boil. He was making you angry. “Im not going to put up with your temper tantrums. So come on” He said once more. He was starting to get mad.

“Im not! Im going to quit for today.” You raised your voice. “No you’re not come on.” His voice starting to rise. You turn back and said something along the lines of, “im not gonna sit here and have you throw me on the floor for fun muichiro. You making me mad.” You started moving your hands when you were talking.

“Does it look like I care? stop acting like a child and grow up!” He yelled, which took you back.

“excuse me?” You said, wanting him to repeat what he said.

welp in the end the two of you bickered until the sun set.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

He got angry before you could even get angry. “You could’ve hit me right there. why are you so slow?!” He yelled in your face. You put your hand on his chest and pushed him away. “Boy back the hell up!” You said.

He was took back by the base in your voice, glaring at you. “Watch who you talking to.” He said, gripping your upper arm. “OW NIGGA!” You yelled, hitting him trying to get the grip to let up.

“quit all that fussin.” He said,pulling you closer. “We are going to try again, and this time you better knock me in my head.” He said , being dead serious “Yes sir.” You rolled your eyes. He snapped his neck towards you and gave you a look immediately shutting you up.

OBANAI IGURO

“Shut the hell up with that whining shit. You know I don’t like that.” He hissed. “b-but master! I can’t do it!”You whined. He always felt sorry for you when you couldn’t get something down and you’d stress about it.

“What did I just tell you?” He said, eyes slanting a little. Earlier today Tengen told him that he was babying you too much and now he can finally see that.

“You’re going to keep trying until you get it right. You’re so damn spoiled, I see what Tengens talking about.” He said from across the field. You got offended wanting to say something back but Obanai knew you better than yourself.

“I dont want to hear you saying anything. Come at me again.” He said. You refused. Not moving a muscle. Why should you have to listen to him? “No.” You said, sweat starting to form. “You’re literally shaking. Im not going to hurt you.” He said once again, but you didnt budge. “Go talk about me to Tengen I can train myself.

“Thats what youre mad about?” Obanai has venom in his voice. In a blink of an eye he was right in front of you. A hand was wrapped around your throat. “Lose the fucking attitude.” He whispered. “I hate when you whine about stupid shit. If I tell you to do something then you do it.” He continued. “Isn’t that right mama?” He looked at you. “Y-yes iguro.” You hate when he had full control over you but you loved it so much.

“Get your shit together and come on ‘for I fuck you outside.”

“yes master iguro.”

RENGOKU KYOJURO

Like Mitsuri, he started panicking. “Okay okay! I realized this is way beyond your level lets start slow!” sweat coming down his face.

“NO! I wanna do it till i get it right. Stop treating me like a baby!” You yelled and picked your wooden sword back up.

“Well you are getting angry so maybe stop!” He said, still keeping his cheerful expression. Your rolled your eyes and got into stance knowing that your attitude was going to get nowhere with him.

TENGEN UZUI

“well that’s really unflashy.” He said, one hand on his hip. “Will you shut up?” You said, voice very low. “What was that? Speak up. I couldn’t quite catch that.” He said, sarcastically. “I said can you shut up?” You said louder, making sure he heard you.

“Hey you know thats kind of rude for someone who keeps falling on their ass.” Tengen said. “Maybe if you stop fighting me like I was a damn demon then maybe i wouldnt be falling on my ass all the time? I dont know just a thought.” You said. “Pick up your sword and stop being a baby.” He said, smile plastered on his face.

You grabbed your sword coming at him with full force, faster than before catching him completely off guard. He grabbed both of your arms and pinned them behind your back. “You need to calm down” He said, voice laced with shock and slight anger.

You rolled your eyes knowing that he won’t be nice with you anymore while training.

[stinkychibikko]

A doodle for Obanai Nation (I made back on Valentines Day) this one is for you guys <333

No sad art today :)

[reallybadknymemes]

i lowkey havent posted since forever but idrc about that rn

[dan-i98a]

I don't make the rules

[illubean]

Hi, I'm kind of sending this to all the people I saw who write for demon slayer...so could you do a "What would it be like to be Obanai's adopted daughter and his apprentice"?

Obanai W/ a Tsuguko!Reader

Characters: Iguro Obanai Type: Platonic, Headcanons, Fem!reader implied?, Found Family

didn't explicitly make Obanai Reader's dad just because when you do the math he would've been 16 at the time of finding them but the relationship is still there

Warnings: none? spoilers maybe? tad bit angsty at the end...

even though this guy is mean and merciless he's not EVIL

bro is still human with human emotions, so when he finds a small helpless child (9-10) while out on a mission he's not just gonna leave them there

you kind of reminded him of himself

which is how he ended up taking you in

originally he was just going to bring you back to the city and let you go off wherever but you continued following him and he just couldn't get rid of you

and now he's stuck

your young impressionable mind soaked up his mannerisms like a sponge

without even being taught directly, you managed to make your way around swiftly and unnoticed, often times scaring the man who took you in

he acts annoyed by this but you're kind of growing on him and he's lwky impressed

any time he goes out he demands you stay in the estate, and not wanting to disappoint him you listen (Obanai is very much a hater of rule breakers)

you never actually got to see him in action, but once you were a tad bit older you found out his occupation (upon asking about the sword he carries) and decided you wanted to be just like him

so when he became a hashira and the test thingy came up you literally BEGGED him to let you take them

he would refuse without giving you any reason besides "because I said no" at first (because he has a soft spot for you and rather not put you in danger ever though he won't admit it)

butttttt after seeing your determination and catching you watching him train to practice later he finally decides to train you

he has this whole elaborate, harsh training regimen and he says if you can't pass it you won't be able to become a demon slayer

he's so mean throughout the whole thing...(its tough love)

despite his seemingly impossible to reach standards you end up succeeding yayyyy and you take the test thingy and don't die yayyyyyyy yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy

#very proud Obanai moment (he won't say that though)

he continues training you and now you're officially his tsuguko cus yk...you're part of the corps now

he kind of distances himself from you in public, keeping an eye on you from afar

people don't even think you're his tsukugo and when you tell them that they're like WHAT (esp zenitsu...)

whenever you guys go on missions together he lets you hold your own but is quick to step in if anything goes wrong

the first time you accidentally call him dad (or any other familiar honorific of some sort) he literally stops in his tracks like "what did you just call me"

and you're like oops my bad..heh...

if you ever say it again he won't stop you (it actually means a lot to him)

originally he tried keeping you away from Mitsuri but she thinks your guys' dynamic is the cutest which made him stop actively trying to keep you away

will smack you upside the head or chase you around if you tease him for it later

that look he gave Tanjiro after he found out he got to spend time with Mitsuri during hashira training? yeah, he does that to every other slayer (especially male) who has ever interacted with you (but in a platonic, protective sense)

he watches as you climb the ranks and hopes for you to replace him as a hashira once he dies

he thinks you're a much better person than he is and much more deserving of the life you have, and he hopes that even once he's gone you'll continue to thrive

[ehluuhnee]

obamitsu dump,, I planned to animate but I’m LAZY.

[zafill]

Hii can u do hashiras x f!reader (or if you dont feel like doing all of them, giyuu, mui, and obanai would do just fine!)

Basically reader has hanahaki disease (its a disease where someone coughs/vomits flower petals when they experience unrequited love)

How would they react? Will they find out theyre the reason on why she has the disease?

Thankss <3

HI THIS IS SO CUTE SO I JUST HAD TO DO IT!! just a side note, i made muichiro readers sibling, since he is a minor, :D

Giyuu Tomioka x f!Reader

When you first met Giyuu, he was just “Tomioka-san” — a pillar of ice and water, still and unreadable. You’d been a new recruit under Urokodaki’s watchful eye, clumsy with a blade but steady in your determination. Giyuu had already become a Hashira by then, but he returned often to the mountain where he trained — sometimes to visit, sometimes just to be alone.

He never spoke much.

You never expected him to.

But over time, silence became comfort. His presence was reassuring, solid. When Urokodaki wasn’t looking, Giyuu would adjust your stance, wordlessly. After missions, he'd leave rice balls near your satchel if you forgot to eat. He was kind in a way no one else seemed to notice — not loud or expressive, but constant. Like a river that never stopped flowing.

You admired him. Then respected him.

And eventually… somewhere between the quiet glances and the way his gaze softened when you spoke about your dreams, you began to feel something else.

It wasn’t a lightning bolt. It was slow. Creeping. Blooming in secret places inside your chest.

You fell in love with Giyuu Tomioka the way flowers bloom in winter — against all odds, and far too quietly.

But you buried it.

Because Giyuu didn’t see you like that. He never had.

Even when he’d walk beside you during missions without speaking. Even when he gave you his scarf on a snowy night without a word. Even when he took the blow meant for you and stared at you too long as you screamed his name.

You mistook kindness for hope.

You should have known better.

He never gave you an inch more than he gave anyone else — and when you, just once, tried to lean into him, to say something just a little too warm, he gently stepped back.

"Don't," he had said. Not cruel. Just tired. Just closed off.

That was the first crack in your chest.

You told yourself you’d move on.

But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

The First Petal

It started after a mission.

You were returning from the Butterfly Mansion after patching up a nasty slash across your ribs. Shinobu had offered a smile too soft to be comforting.

“You should rest,” she said. “Stress will slow your healing.”

You didn’t tell her your chest already ached in a way bandages couldn’t fix.

That night, you woke up choking — a dry cough tearing from your throat, something soft and wet spilling past your lips. You rushed to the basin, confusion and fear bubbling as you spat out crushed petals — soft, pale pink, with edges tinged in crimson.

You knew the signs.

Hanahaki.

You laughed, bitterly. Of course.

Of course your body would betray you like this.

You kept it secret, even as the petals came more frequently — a slow suffocation blooming inside you. You distanced yourself. Refused missions with Giyuu. Avoided his gaze. Every time he looked at you with that same unreadable expression, your throat clenched and petals tickled the back of your tongue.

But you weren’t dying fast enough to stop loving him.

And that was the cruelest part.

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You didn’t mean for him to find out.

You thought you had more time — time to figure out if you wanted the petals surgically removed and lose your feelings forever… or let them choke you quietly.

But he came to check on you after three weeks of avoidance.

“I heard you were injured,” he said from the doorway.

You tried to smile. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

He stepped closer. “Then why have you been avoiding me?”

You froze.

You could feel the petals in your throat, panic swelling in your lungs.

“I haven’t.”

“You have,” he said, gaze narrowing.

Your chest began to shake. The pain flared suddenly, sharply — like your body knew it couldn’t keep the secret anymore.

Then, you coughed. Hard. A wet, choking sound that startled even him.

And with it, you spat out a spray of petals. They spilled down your chin, across your hand. Blood followed.

Giyuu stood frozen, horror dawning on his face.

“…Hanahaki.”

You didn’t meet his eyes.

He stepped forward. “Who?”

Your shoulders trembled. “Does it matter?”

He knelt beside you. “Tell me.”

“…You already know,” you whispered.

Silence. Like a blade drawn in the dark.

“I never wanted you to find out,” you said, voice breaking. “I was trying to forget. I know you don’t feel the same. You made that clear.”

His expression was unreadable — not cold, but cracked. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he wanted to reach for you and didn’t know if he was allowed.

“I didn’t know,” he said, quietly. “I didn’t realize…”

“You weren’t supposed to,” you said, trying to stand. “Please just go. I don’t want your pity.”

“I don’t pity you.”

You laughed, sharp and broken. “Then what is it? Guilt? Regret? You told me not to fall for you. I should’ve listened.”

He caught your wrist gently before you could walk past him. His hand was warm. Steady.

“I didn’t say that because I didn’t care,” he murmured. “I said it because I didn’t think I deserved someone like you.”

Your breath hitched.

“I thought… if I kept my distance, you’d forget me,” he said. “But I kept watching you. Listening to you laugh with others. I told myself I didn’t care. But when I stopped seeing you… it hurt more than I expected.”

You looked up, shocked. He met your eyes, and for the first time, there was no wall there. Just a flood of something raw. Painful. Real.

“Maybe I was wrong,” he whispered. “Maybe I do feel something. I just… realized too late.”

Your vision blurred.

“But if there’s still time,” he said, voice shaking, “let me stay. Don’t go through this alone.”

And you — broken, aching, and still in love — let him hold you as petals fell between you.

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Obanai Iguro x f!Reader

You knew Obanai long before you understood him.

He was difficult — sharp-tongued, secretive, constantly glaring through that bandaged mouth like the world owed him something. Others feared him, or at least avoided him. But not you.

You saw past the bitterness. Past the fangs.

You saw the man who fed Kaburamaru with gentle fingers. Who always sat with his back to a wall and never let anyone walk behind him. Who carried more shame than one person should, tucked between the stripes of his haori.

You didn’t know exactly why, or when, but you fell in love with him.

It was quiet. Private. You didn’t expect anything from it — just being near him was enough. You followed him on missions when you could, patched up his wounds in silence, listened to his gruff complaints with a small smile.

And he let you stay.

That meant something. He didn’t let anyone stay.

But you weren’t blind. You saw the way his eyes softened when Mitsuri Kanroji was around — like someone had let sunlight into his dark little world. You’d catch him watching her with an expression you never received, even in your quietest moments together.

It gutted you. But you smiled anyway.

Because if loving him meant just being there, you’d take it.

Until one night, you coughed into your hand — and watched a trail of crimson-edged petals fall between your fingers.

You didn’t tell anyone.

Hanahaki was an embarrassing disease — not because of the petals, or the slow, excruciating death, but because it meant you had loved someone who did not, could not, love you back.

And in your case, that truth hurt more than the blood in your throat.

You kept it hidden well. Even as the flowers grew. Even as it became harder to breathe during training, harder to walk without your chest pulling tight with pain. You’d excuse yourself when the coughing got worse. Wash away the petals. Pretend you were just tired.

But Obanai wasn’t stupid. He noticed.

“You’re paler than usual,” he muttered one afternoon after you nearly collapsed during sword drills. “Stop pushing yourself.”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly.

“You’re not.” He stepped closer. “Are you injured?”

You looked up at him — his mismatched eyes narrowed, concern barely veiled beneath that constant irritation — and your chest clenched with the pain of another petal pressing against your ribs.

“No,” you said. “Not in the way you think.”

He frowned but didn’t press. He never did. He respected boundaries — maybe because he had so many of his own.

You wanted to scream at him. Tell me to stop. Tell me you love me back. Tell me anything.

But he never did.

And when you saw him the next day with Mitsuri, his smile hidden beneath his scarf, his voice low and soft — something in you cracked completely.

It was Kaburamaru who found you.

You’d collapsed on a mossy trail outside the estate, clutching your chest, blood pooling between petals that had fallen like snow around you. The snake slithered from Obanai’s shoulder, sensing something wrong, and raced to where you lay gasping.

By the time Obanai found you, petals clung to your lips, your eyes glassy with pain and fading light.

“No,” he breathed, kneeling beside you. “No. No—what happened?”

You tried to smile.

“Figured… you'd come.”

“Don’t talk.” His hands hovered helplessly over your bloodied clothes. “Don’t move. We’ll get Shinobu. We’ll fix this.”

You coughed again, violently, more flowers spilling from your mouth. Kaburamaru curled around your neck, gentle and protective, as if sensing you were leaving.

“It’s Hanahaki,” you whispered, barely audible.

He froze.

You laughed, wet and broken. “Don’t look so surprised.”

“Who—” His voice cracked. “Who did this to you?”

You looked up at him. “You.”

Silence. He flinched like you’d stabbed him.

“I didn’t… mean for you to find out,” you said. “You were always kind… even when you didn’t have to be. I knew you loved her. You never tried to hide it.”

“I—” He shook his head. “No. I didn’t know. I didn’t see…”

Your breath hitched. “That’s the worst part. You didn’t see me. Even when I was right in front of you.”

Kaburamaru let out a soft hiss, coiling closer to you, nuzzling beneath your chin as if he, too, was mourning.

Obanai looked at you — really looked — and something in his face shattered.

“You should’ve told me,” he said, his voice breaking. “I was so blinded by a love I thought I deserved… I didn’t see the one I needed was beside me the whole time.”

You blinked slowly, your body growing cold. “Don’t say that now… it’s too late.”

“No,” he whispered. “No, don’t say that.”

He pulled you into his arms, clutching you like he could stitch you back together with sheer will. His scarf unraveled, falling to your lap. His cheek pressed to your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he said, again and again, like a prayer. “I’m sorry. Please stay.”

You didn’t answer.

The petals stopped falling.

And in the stillness of that forest trail, Obanai Iguro held your lifeless body, surrounded by the flowers you had choked on in silence. His only companion the snake that curled around your throat like a necklace of grief.

He had loved the wrong person.

And by the time he realized the truth…

You were already gone.

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Muichiro Tokito & Older Sister Reader

You remembered the day Yuuichirou died like it was still living behind your eyes.

You had watched your twin brothers — both just children — hold each other in the ruin of your home. Muichiro, bloody and broken. Yuuichirou, dying and stubborn. You had tried to cradle them both, screaming for help that never came in time.

He was your younger brother, but after that, Muichiro stopped being a child.

He stopped being anything, really.

There was a hole in him after Yuuichirou died — a blank, shifting space where memory should have lived. You watched your sweet, gentle brother become empty-eyed, calm in a way that scared you. Detached. Dangerous.

But he remembered you.

Even as he forgot the name of your parents, forgot the seasons, forgot his own birthday — he remembered your voice. Your scent. The way you’d pull him into your arms on cold nights like you were still trying to protect him from the world.

He didn't always say your name. Sometimes he just called you "Nee-san," in a voice so soft it made your chest ache.

You joined the Demon Slayer Corps with him, even though you weren’t as fast or strong. You just… couldn’t leave him alone in this world.

He was all you had.

You knew that his emotions were frayed. That he didn’t laugh anymore. But sometimes, when he’d look at you — just for a second — you saw the boy he used to be.

That was enough.

Until you met Genya.

It was right after Final Selection. Genya Shinazugawa was angry — at life, at demons, at his brother, at himself. He lashed out at everyone. You included.

The first time you met, he insulted you for being “weak.” Said people like you wouldn’t last. That you were just dragging your “dead-eyed brat” of a brother around.

You didn’t fight back. You never did.

But the words lodged in your chest. Not because they hurt you — but because Muichiro had heard them.

He didn’t react. Not at first.

He just stood there, staring at Genya, face unreadable.

And that night, you coughed up your first petal.

It was small. Pale. Delicate.

You blinked at it in your palm for a long time before crushing it in your fist and telling yourself it wasn’t what you thought it was.

But you knew.

You had fallen in love with someone who would never look at you as anything other than another weak link in his chain of resentment.

You, who had never once asked for anything in return.

You, who only wanted to feel something again — to be loved by someone in a way Muichiro could no longer offer.

And so it began.

Muichiro noticed your coughing first. The way you hesitated on missions. How your haori began to look too big for your shrinking frame.

“Are you sick?” he asked one morning, frowning at the trail of crimson on your sleeve.

“No,” you said, lying with a practiced smile. “Just tired.”

He didn’t push. He never did.

But you saw the crack of worry in his gaze. He’d always been blunt, forgetful — but when it came to you, he watched. He remembered.

He was trying so hard to hold on to you.

And you were slipping through his fingers, one petal at a time.

You collapsed during a mission. Blood and blossoms soaked your uniform. Your blade lay forgotten in the dirt, petals scattered around you like snow.

Genya was the one who carried you back to the Estate, eyes wide with horror. You were unconscious, but the flowers never stopped coming.

When Muichiro arrived, he didn’t ask what happened.

He just stood at your bedside, watching the rise and fall of your chest, eerily calm.

“Why?” he asked no one. Or maybe he was asking Yuuichirou.

You woke up only once.

Your lungs were shredded. You couldn’t speak properly. Your fingers twitched toward him.

“Muichiro,” you rasped, blood trailing down your chin.

He sat beside you, blinking slowly. “Nee-san.”

Your breath shook.

“I… I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer,” you whispered. “I’m glad… you remembered me.”

He didn’t speak.

Kaburamaru — no, that was Obanai’s snake — wasn’t here. That was a memory.

Genya stood at the door, fists clenched, eyes red.

“I didn’t know,” he choked. “I didn’t mean—if I hadn’t said those things—”

You looked at him. Smiled, gently.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

Muichiro was still holding your hand.

Even as your chest rose slower. Even as the blood thickened.

Even as the petals finally stopped.

When your heart stilled, he didn’t cry.

He just stared.

Blankly.

Quietly.

And somewhere, inside his mind, your name began to unravel. The edges of your voice, your face, your warmth — all began to blur like smoke.

He stood.

“She’s gone,” Genya said, barely holding it together.

Muichiro looked down at you. Then away.

“…Who was she again?”

Genya broke.

Muichiro walked out into the sunlight, the petals still clinging to his sleeves.

He didn’t look back.