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Hello! Hello! Hello!!

Idk how to do introductions or whatchamacallit so it’s gonna lowkey suck.

But my name is Itzel or if you’d like you can call me whatever is similar to that or Soup, I’m 17 and still a bit new to writing!

Things I write about are:

- xreaders

-selfshipping (if you don’t like pls don’t associate and leave negative comments)

- self inserts (they tend to include me w/friends and a few family members like my siblings)

- any shenanigans having to do with the stories I’m writing on other platforms.

Although I DONT write:

-NSFW (I’m not there yet)

-any weird topics

-definitely not incest, or 🍇😟

(I’ll probably redo this introduction if I have anything else in mind that I don’t do)

Something I like to do is art so I might do a few artworks here and there! I’m also a multi fandom person so I’ll write about a lot depending whether it’s requested or I have big motivation for it!

Fandoms I’m in are:

-Demon slayer

-MHA (I’m not the bad fan trust me😔‼️)

-One Piece

-Steven Universe

-JJK

-TPN (the promised neverland)

-Tokyo revengers

-SBG (School Bus Graveyard)

And many more that I suck at naming while being on the spot💔💔. Overall I hope I can make a good impression and whatever I post can make it to your interest!

Also my favorite character is Obanai‼️🥳

(I have an unhealthy amount of images in my camera roll bc of this man)

Obanai urges have been strong so take this fic..imagery??? Idk something.

Heads up!: implied fem reader, foreign reader implied too cuz we don't get many of those smh, and spoilers about his family!!

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The Serpent Hashira.

He would have given such a scowl to you if you were to tell him in his future, he'd be happily married while having little tots run about. Would've called you insane, crazy, or see it as a mocking testimony.

Obanai never once believed he could ever be at peace, believed he'd always live a damned life, a life of sin.

Then you came along...

You came with light and hope, ever so achingly slow into his world by just the tiniest damn silly thing ever. Making small accessories for pet companions. Kaburamaru had a little bit of an adventurous scale prickling him all day and slithered off. After frantically searching the market top and bottom until he came across your stall and just saw you in the middle of a fashion show with small, tiny hat accessories for the slippery serpent. It was funny, knowing the foreign food vendor had a creative side hobby, that the idea itself was remarkably silly, it intrigued him seeing his cautious companion comfortable with another.

Now every trip to the market was a sacred moment, because he would see you right before he'd leave and Kaburamaru would leave with something new. It was also sacred to the serpent, he always seemed pleased upon seeing the familiar memorized path to the market when it was a day of errands, aside from missions and the corp.

One rainy night there was a huge downpour, it was risky for Obanai to travel uphill, so you'd let him spend the night at your own home. It wasn't as big, but not as small. Something from some booktale that any time of the days and nights made the home feel like a safe haven.

The sounds of windchimes and rustles of leaves and flowers were heard on nice breezy days. However, it was night and he knew it was more welcoming in the day. You opened up to each other about small things, nothing to a personal level as he'd rather keep those stubborn walls up, up, up.

Favorite food.

Favorite color.

Favorite thing to do when you suddenly forget you can do the certain thing.

Those small things made him relax, although he hardly spoke, mostly stared and listened to you mostly be open, using this as a time to know you loads better than just as the woman at the market.

More visits, more lingering hand touches, more vulnerable moments where he felt important and needed whenever you needed someone to ground you from the darkness of your despair and tears.

And it all landed somewhere...

Your wedding.

It was small, but meaningful, the nerves he didn't know he had spiked up by thousands.

He seemed like a different person whose walls have been gently peeled than knocked down to vulnerability, despite needing to do a couple of more layers. But those layers were stubborn.

Even with those stubborn walls, you didn't pry, you loved. And with that love, one stubborn wall came down with a gentle peel, and you cupped it with your hands with such gentle care you were afraid he'd retreat away back to the wall you put your love into.

Caressing the skin, pressing lips to the very thing he found repulsive, and suddenly he became putty in your hands.

Another, that he would have never imagined to the list to ever happen, came his firstborn.

His son.

Ever since he held the fragile specimen that was in the sanctuary of your being, the life you carried for months under his watchful protective eyes, now had its own life, small thoughts, small gaze. At the same time, it felt like looking in a mirror, your blood hadn't even tried, and your son had gotten almost every feature from his father.

From the pale skin to the turquoise color from Obanai's left eye.

Okay maybe he got your nose.

He'd prayed- for days he did- that this dream of a fairytale wasn't a figment of his own imagination, hallucinations, fearing he'd awake in the same cold, eerie, place he'd been, his mind molded and believed to see it as home when he'd been far from someone who had a place in that family years ago in the eyes of those women.

When your first born had come to the world, you knew he'd do anything to make sure your child, or any future children you may have, never felt unwanted, and felt like they had worth in life even if they couldn't even comprehend words at their newborn ages.

You'd woken up, right at dawn as the sun was barely rising and the rain that returned trickling in a drizzle, and saw him hunched at the end of the futon, holding your first born with such a gentle gaze. Finger trapped by a baby fist as he murmured words that made you feel like you'd been given such treasure by whatever God was out there.

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"You will never feel any less, every cry will be attended, every fuss will be looked into for what discomforts you, and all needs will be met".

He leaned down, pressing a little soft kiss to the thick tuffs of hair your son was born with, the contact making him move a little before settling against him.

"My little Hikari, you will never live with the uncertainty of whether you were loved or not".

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He will never speak of his family to you, nor his child. Will never mention his only living relative that survived the massacre of their family.

He will make sure you live without knowing what he endured to be present and living where he stood.

He never expected such a life. But now he'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe and protected.

Cherished and Loved.

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I think I cooked lowkey :3. I'd been imagining him as a dad lately and OOHHH MMMYYY GOOOOOODDD AAUAUUUUGHHH. I know his genetics are more likely to produce girls, and I've seen many people make girls the first born. But given Obanai's character and past I feel like a first born being a son would hit deeper.

I also apologize for my lack of posts....and presence...Junior year is kicking my tush rn. I also promise I'm almost finished with "He's happiest with me", I changed it to male reader to fit the song by Luvcat better.

I do!! Though the account is my art acc!! I am mostly active on posts there!

(I might sidetrack here and there but it’s fine🫡‼️…)

I figured it’d kinda go with Obanai(😛😛😛), and I’m definitely not saying this because I need more fics of him and it’s been going dry lately to the point I need to make my own and get out of writers block and out of my not so short haitus😔‼️

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Originally I was like “Yk I should write this for myself” but then I felt generous and figured I’d share😔/j.

Regardless I hope the sneak peek is at least interesting 🥹.

I got sidetracked and began working on my other personal projects, plus school kicking my ass. BUT BUT BUT!!! I am writing a chapter or two of one of my personal projects that I will be putting both on Wattpad and tumblr…maybe AO3 if I can figure how to work it and pray and hope I don’t get the curse.

Point is, I’ll be postponing other writings and work on my personal projects for the time being as I have so much for it. For example this drawing:

She’s always attacking him so it isn’t new, besides this one time😔.

But that’s part of my first personal project. I’ve discussed and talked about it to friends and many seemed interested, so hopefully once I publish the few chapters they will peak your interest :).

I do have some info on another platform so if you are interested feel free to look at it.

If it’s my side I don’t appreciate it being poked mootie….

(Sorry for a late response I was procrastinating on writing)

I’m so sorry I didn’t do this sooner and it took like a good 2 months😞💔!! I had massive writers block not long after I started writing this. But it’s here! I do hope you enjoy it :)!

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Obanai x Tsuguko! Reader (platonic).

Nightmares? What are those?

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Sleep was always restless, never something new to the demon slayers. And dreams were blank as well to many. None could dream of anything nice unless they came as nightmares or something to haunt their minds for the rest of the night.

This was one of those nights.

For you really.

It was an embarrassing thing to admit as a demon slayer. Night terrors? Please! You kill demons for a living! Why would it be terrifying for you?

To make it worse, it was hard to find comfort when you barely knew anyone in the corp. The only person you’re barely close with was your own mentor, and it’s embarrassing to just go up to him for a childish nightmare.

Blinking at the ceiling with heavy breaths, recently having a night terror leaving you breathless. “Why can’t they just go away..” you groan as you sit up to rub the sleep out of your eyes. It was still the crack of dawn, the blue hues coloring the sky before the sun shines over the horizon.

Making your way to the kitchen, you didn’t hear the shouji door open from your mentor’s room and just continued walking to get a cup of water.

When the water hit your throat, you can just feel like you ascended into a new paradise. Then again water after a nightmare always hit different.

“And why are you out of bed?” The sudden venomy but familiar voice made you jump and choke on the water a bit as you never realized he was there.

Obanai raised a brow waiting for a response with his arms crossed, just standing there. “Uhh…” eyes darted everywhere but not to his before actually making eye contact and holding the ceramic cup up with a shaky hand “water..?”.

Well it wasn’t entirely a lie.

He hummed in suspicion before stepping closer to observe your facial features. “Hmm…tell me the entire truth. You never awake this early unless it’s a mission, and you’re still in recovery.” ‘Shit. I forgot how observant he was..’ feeling your hands get clammy from nerves, you tried slipping around him but he simply stepped in the way. “You’ve been off lately. What’s the matter.” Not a question, more like demanding in a way but less harsh.

“It’s nothing! Just uhm- not good sleep for some reason is..all…yeah!” voice cracked at some point but tried to sound convincing.

You didn’t want to admit having nightmares. It’d just be a joke to him. Especially since he’s a hashira!

He just narrowed his eyes before pulling the sleeves of his night yukata back and opening a cabinet to grab a kettle with flower designs, a gift from Miss Kanroji, and poured water in it. He looked back to see you trying to sneak away before giving a look, “sit.”.

“But-“

“Sit.”

Sat immediately. Not wanting to get him irritated, he was usually grumpy in the mornings. He just finished brewing the tea as he poured them in two cups, as he did a familiar short hiss was heard in the hall. Right- Obanai didn’t have him on earlier, the noodle was probably still snoozing when the man woke up.

You saw Kaburamaru just slither to his companion and onto his shoulders, at the right timing as Obanai turned with the cups and set one down in front of you as he sat across. “Now spit it out.” He stared at you directly, eyes not moving from your form. “It’s nothing really! Just not having the right sleep patterns at the moment-“ Kaburamaru just hissed in disagreement and you gave an instant look at your betrayer.

Times you had undeniably horrible night terrors, the snake managed to catch you just clutching your shirt or crying quietly from how unbearable they were when he’d be awake and wondering the estate at ungodly hours.

The man just sighed and crossed his arms again, “I won’t force you to open up about what’s troubling you. But do know that your exhausted state concerns me.” He looked up, his eyes had relaxed but his brows were still furrowed. “You care about me?” You were surprised hearing that he was concerned, he never outrightly said his feelings or thoughts. So it was new.

“Well I’m not heartless. You’re my tsuguko as well, whatever happens or occurs that disturbs you physically or mentally, you are under my care. So you’d be taken care of.” His eyes gave an ‘are you serious?’ look as he raised his brow again.

You just smiled a bit before taking a sip of the drink and stared at it as it rested in your hands. Comfortable silence just hugged the atmosphere in the room as one sipped a drink and the other just watched with observant eyes.

When almost halfway done with the drink, sleep began to overcome again. He took notice and motioned for you to follow, “Come.”. “Why?” He gave another look making you shut up and follow behind. You arrived in your room where he made you lay back down and just sat beside you as you started to drift off.

“They’re nightmares…I know it sounds childish and dumb..but that’s why I can’t sleep. It’s just embarrassing and it makes me feel weak.” You mumbled, snuggling closer into the warm blanket. Obanai stared before closing his eyes, debating how to word his words. “To you maybe, normal to many, like myself. I have my fair share of nightmares. Having them isn’t weakness, not showing how it impacts you to someone is.” He opened his eyes again feeling Kaburamaru nuzzle his wrapped cheek, looking at the snake before looking at you.

“You are strong in your own way, and enough to keep on going with your day knowing it’d happen again.” He leaned forward a bit to adjust the blanket falling off your shoulder. “Thank you..” you whispered, he replied with a hum, as the thought of sleep became more peaceful than it normally would be. Maybe because he was there this time? Maybe. For now, you felt protected at the thought of having comfort in case you’d have them again, especially knowing that your harsh-of-a-mentor was there and not judging.

“…Can you sing me a lullaby?”

“Don’t even.”

“Pfft- Worth a shot.”

After you fell in a deeper sleep, the man just stood up to reheat his tea as he didn’t get a chance to drink it without showing his face. But he returned to his seating beside your futon when he finished it and rewrapped the wraps from his lower face again.

And the same day when you woke up once more, not one nightmare occurred while he was around.

I got in trouble bc of school by my mom so I won’t be on for a bit or idk how long, probably the entirety of may and the rest of April cuz I’ll be grounded once I get home💔💔.

Although I will try to get started with any requests I get while I’m out so I hope you all understand!!

I don’t know who did, but someone requested a sbg x academically smart reader and I lost it💔. But I did take a screenshot :D

Although I do appreciate the compliment and I still have a long way to go to be popular lmao!!

I hope you enjoy :)!

(The screenshot for the person who requested it)

The week of finals.

Everyone hated it so no doubt why everyone was on edge from not just demanding teachers and grades but because of their little predicament with the phantom realm.

Being so mentally stressed is bad enough so to make it worse it was finals.

The group was gathered in the school bus they touched up since they started hanging out, it became the usual hangout spot at Ashlyn’s and it was cozy enough to hold study sessions while helping each other with different subjects of homework.

Although the entire reason for being present was to study. Aiden, as per usual, just didn’t do it but every now and then Ben tried keeping him in line every single time.

The tension was high but the focus was slowly just becoming nonexistent.

[Y/N] sat cross legged with a few big textbooks from AP classes filled to the brim with color coded sticky notes for almost every note and fact. They were just simply going and rereading some lines to write down notes for a study guide in one of their classes when Logan just poked their shoulder softly to catch their attention for a teensy moment.

“I know that once we mix them they become a substance but I can’t find the correct description of it in the textbooks.” he pushed his glasses up as he pointed at the ones used in the regular Biology classes.

At the moment everyone was working on making flashcards and getting info from various books and sources, so it was necessary to ask for help.

“Borrow mine, i should have noted something about it down. Just check the sticky notes they’re all organized!” they passed their textbook to him to which he thanked with a quick smile before going back to the flashcard before him.

Taylor looked up from her book and stared at the arrangement of books and sticky notes, “You really are prepared! I’m surprised you’re not dying with suppressed stress right now!”.

They giggled before taking a sip of their water, “I’m always prepared, especially when you guys aren’t I feel like I’m a tinge better than you all!”.

They smiled while grabbing a highlighter and putting the important notes in acidic yellow marker. They knew they didn’t mean the words in a harsh way, more playful really, so no one really made a comment about it.

Surprisingly not even Tyler.

Too focused on Math notes.

Ashlyn inhaled before leaning back into her English cards and looking at them back and forth before sighing hard, “These don’t even match each other correctly, how the heck are they correctly connected?”.

“Page 156 on Molecular Dynamics.” Unsure to take [Y/N]’s word for it she checked, and it was correct”Oh…thanks..”.

“How are you not tweaking out right now? Cuz honestly I would.” Aiden sat upside down on one of the bus seats, Ben on his left trying to get him to recite and practice with flashcards.

Tyler rolled his eyes and muttered while biting the eraser of his pencil still stuck on one problem, “when do you not…”.

“Because if i fall apart or make a singular misstep, then we all fail our classes and get eaten alive from the phantoms!” They offered a tight smile, just wanting to concentrate on writing down notes.

“So then what?” Tyler looked up from his math notebook, “You’re immune to stress and pressure now?”.

They didn’t answer immediately as they were just highlighting and highlighting. Hoping if the others got the mini silence a hint of not wanting to be bothered anymore.

“Nah, just don’t appreciate the noise so I cancel it out to avoid the stress. Plus the noise and pressure are exhausting!” [Y/N] said with a strained tone as if backing down from sounded rude.

“That doesn’t make sense.” Tyler deadpanned as Aiden threw a flashcard his way. “Your face doesn’t make sense.” Aiden’s laugh echoed around the bus as Tyler threw something back at him.

[Y/N] sighed as silence consumed them all, whether they’re doing work or not, it was peaceful. “Did anyone do the essay for Chem in Mr. Smith’s class?” Aiden spoke while holding an empty piece of paper.

Nevermind no silence.

“I think [Y/N] did!” Taylor chirped not looking up from her textbook. “Ah- I think I didn’t get the right formula, [Y/N] which page was it?” Logan asked while looking at the borrowed book.

“[Y/N] can you quiz me on this later?”

“Can you explain photosynthesis but in like Aiden terms?”

“Was this the formula?”

“Hey [Y/NNN]!! Can you help me with the Chem essay!!”

“Hey! Are you listening—?”

Questions and voices piled up in an instant. They didn’t even look up or say anything, just highlighting. Hand was shaky and already poorly highlighting something that it was getting wobbly.

The last straw was the moment Ben placed his hand on their shoulder in concern. The pencil that was barely in their hand snapped the second they felt the contact. Ben immediately retracted his hand away and stepping back to give space.

The room got quiet and stilled.

As if time stopped.

[Y/N] exhaled through their nose but keeping their eyes open on the open textbook. “Y’know..” they began, voice kinda wavering “I tried to be the organized and composed one of the group. The ‘You guys go! I have a foolproof plan!’ type of person.”.

”Because apparently, if I don’t memorize every city map or- or- every math or chemistry formula we either die or fail!””[Y/N]—“ They put their finger up to stop Taylor, already having their head turned to show their tired expression “I’m not done.”.

They stood up slowly and turned to them, but didn’t yell. The words instead had a sort of sharp age to them “But no. Instead of at least trying to figure it out yourself for once, it’s ’Nah! Let’s just throw everything we don’t know what to do to the human calculator like they’re not a person too and need a break!’. I can’t fix everything! And maybe— just maybe— I’m one centimeter from punching a phantom in the face once we go back to that- that-.”.

It was too much, too much that words were being fumbled and stumbled upon.

“So…should we do our own flashcards now—?” Ashlyn harshly hit Aiden in the ribcage to make him shut up.

“We didn’t know you were holding this much together,” Taylor stood up and walked towards [Y/N] and brought them to sit back down on the ground with her “I’m sorry if we’ve been putting so much on you when you needed to focus on yourself too.”.

“Sorry…” Ashlyn avoided her gaze feeling a twinge of guilt for asking a lot “you’re allowed to stress as well so it wasn’t really good for us to use you for everything like that”.

“How about a break for now? We could continue later?” Ben wrote on his notebook which made Taylor smile and nod. “Sure why not, we all need it.” Tyler shrugged as he was quick to put the math worksheets away.

“I still don’t know what to do for the essay in Chemistry guys—“ Aiden held up the paper with a smile and staring into it as if it’d disintegrate from his gaze.

“Aiden!” Everyone, well almost, Ben gaze a stare, chorused as they stopped in place to say the guys name.

“Sorry!” He held his hands in surrender as the paper fell but he picked it up before it got dirty.

Taylor wiped some stray tears on [Y/N]’s face as Ashlyn and Logan picked up the books and papers. Ben and Aiden just setting up the projector they set in the bus to put a mini film for the time being.

Silence mostly clung in the air. I mean why else? [Y/N] was always calm and composed, yet kind to others willing to help them, never seen stressing except in the times they’ve been stuck in a pickle during the phantom hours.

Eventually the pressure and weight they hold would come to them.

“Peace offering?” Aiden put a can of [favorite drink] in front of their face as they looked up at him with a calmer expression. “Thanks..” opening the can and taking a few sips.

The film played in low volume as everyone just watched it. Aiden and Tyler still bickered back and forth before getting scolded by Ashlyn.

Now it was a comfortable atmosphere for the time being rather than a tense one.

YAYAYA SURE!!