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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)

I DO😭

I never expected to meet anyone on tumblr at all but HEY WE MADE IT WORK

I'm always all ears for ships whether crossover or a rarepair, even if i may not agree if i don't see the pairing like that, i will still gladly listen and support and maybe will warm up to it which is very likely and not unlikely given how I make weird pairings myself, like Murata x Obanai, but that's another story. HOWEVER. Not when it's an adult x minor, or something to be an absoulte weirdo over, or something like kurapika and chrollo.

"But enemies to lovers! tee hee!".....no.

hear me out.

Kurapika? literally wants chrollo dead, plus the phantom troupe, but in my gut it says chrollo is top of his list because he's the leader. Duh. And chrollo? probably wants him dead too even if it wasn't outrightly stated, it was but by the other troupe members when Uvogin was killed and chrollo was captured. Even then that's not the reason, reason is because chrollo was part of the reason Kurapika's ENTIRE CLAN died.

why ship a guy who wants the dude dead and the other one is the reason the guy's family are just bodies with no eyes?

Enemies to lovers is more like they're on opposite sides while under the impression the other person is also bad for being on the bad side as they're told things by others that the other is bad, and if they meet and talk, they get to know each other better and do like each other. Basically romeo and juliet but those two didn't hate each other. Chrollo literally killed his family so...idk guys...

And EVEN IF, the troupe were not actually the ones who did it because there's speculations from the new chapters that it POSSIBLY wasn't them, they kind of still did kidnap gon and killua threatening the lives of the people he deeply cares for and he'll not forgive that nor trust him or the troupe given they're still basically bad people.

"Oh, but he trusted Killua!", he's an ex-assassin for a reason man, he knows killua doesn't want to live a life like that while having no say at birth whether he wanted to be an assassin or not, the guy was literally born to be made an assassin that was the only purpose of his birth and Kurapika can trust him and see him as a dear friend knowing all of this.

Another reason is because they feminize Kurapika SOO much and badly or twinkify him or make him the abused in the relationship while chrollo is some "bad boy alpha" who abusing the shit out of kurapika or the fanarts are just really weird and almost feel like a weird fetish.

CW: stalking, palm reading (researched so it may be wrong, don't nerf me), and slight mentions of weapons, nothing graphic.

He didn't know why or what he was thinking attaching himself to someone so weak and pathetic.

Technically he wasn't, but his strength compared to a spider was small and pointless and would barely made a dent if it were to be a physical fight.

But that's okay.

Not like he'll run into one anyways, Feitan made sure his missions were away from troupe locations or where members may reside, at times he tampered with the missions to keep his little fascination alive.

Silly it was, he was unsure how and when this started...a year? Two years? All he remembered was the young man had bumped into him and apologized like if he was held at knife point, even if he wasn't under that predicament, even when Feitan hadn't even brought out the hidden dagger he used to keep little insects away that had no place in his image of the world.

Maybe it was the uniform? The way his hair seemed to be well taken care of despite the job he had? The way he seemed to blend in? How pathetic he was in Feitan's eyes?

No clue.

All he knew was he just loved watching him fight, even if he was weak compared to him, even if this guy had no idea he was being watched.

His senses were always off.

Guess that's why it was easier to watch over him. Maybe easier to let his fingers run through his hair. Maybe easier to beside him as if they were an actual couple and let his hand trace out small faint scars that were visible from previous fights.

Feitan never went farther than that, no. He didn't want to scare off his favorite little thing, and he was so jumpy too.

He didn't bother with kidnapping...he seemed smart despite being visibly plain in looks and personality. Feitan knew he wouldn't fold but that was fine, he had other methods that wouldn't scare him off.

Right now, he watched him from within the trees, sitting on a branch as he watched his little demon slayer talk about the mission that finished a day ago. He and his partner were from a group of five, tragically, they came out of that mission as a pair.

"So, what do you plan on once you get home? I figured I would go to the market, heard they have some fortune teller and wanted to check it out for fun. Even if it may not be real" the fish continued to grill above the fireplace, hoping the small conversation can lift up his partner's spirit.

The guy stared off before coming back to reality, eyes moving from the little wisps of fire flying after the wood crackled, to his partner's eyes, and to his lap.

"Maybe just rest up" going quiet he wondered why of the goal, "Why do you want to go to a fortune teller?" "I want to see if I'll ever meet my special someone" quick to answer he was, he'd been wanting to know if he was cut out for love, risking that he may spend useless money on a fake.

"Silly I know but...been wanting to know in case I am to retire from the corp, or when Muzan is defeated and we can live normal lives, I can spend my time with her...or him" he smiled at his fish thinking of the possibilities of who he'd be his complimentary half.

A beat of silence.

The fire crackled and his partner looked at him like he just said he was going bald, before he laughed making his partner's face turn red in embarrassment.

"HA! Murata you're such a damn sap!" he slapped his knee a couple of times before falling back. "Hey what's wrong with what I said?? I bet yours isn't any different-". As laughing and yelling happened below him, Feitans eyes quirked up a bit.

Maybe he'd eavesdrop on the session, and depending on what the results were for the slayer, he'd "accidentally" bump into him, and from there maybe taking him to eat somewhere or a random area to just talk together would bring Murata closer to him.

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Murata obliviously walked around the markets until he found the so-called fortune teller. After paying a decent price, nothing too expensive, he sat across this lady.

Color pallet of purples and blues, bits of gold, striking eyes that lit up as if expecting him.

"Mmm...yes, yes. You have it written all over you young man," her eyes raked up and down to see if this was the guy she'd sensed for ages, "You're very well protected I will grant you that". Blinking a couple times, he tilted his head in confusion. Had she really been waiting for him? Why? And what did she mean by that?

"You already know what I wanted to ask..?" she nodded, hands reaching out, jingles of her gold jewelry following while Murata outstretched his hand.

"..Yes. While many people came today for money or how long they'll live or to fix their relationship...you're the first to want to find love. Funny when young girls would be the ones I expect" she felt the lines of his palm, smooth and almost delicate despite wielding a sword.

"Living happily...Hm, not expecting much from the other party I see, nice seeing someone who won't be prissy over their partner's choices, quick to think and move in terms of danger, mmm can't say that one...it'll ruin your thinking and mindset" he tensed, assuming it was a bad thing. "Don't be silly you'll be okay; it's a path that shouldn't be messed with. Now, I can't exactly tell you who you'll meet and when, but I can say as I said before; you are well protected. More than you think. And you've crossed paths before, maybe you'll cross again".

"..uh..is that all..?" he didn't want to pry but he almost hoped to get more, but he knew even the most skilled can't predict such detailed things. "Yes now out, I have more customers" she moved her hands, shooing him with her jingles.

"Yes-! Thank you!" he bowed his head quickly and stood, nearly tripping over the pillow he sat on "Try not taking my furniture out with you yeah! It was very expensive!" she yelled out as he was already out of the tent, weaving past people as it had gotten crowded.

She sighed and stared at the spot of the missing presence that was beside the tent, "Only good thing is he'll keep him away from his life...actually treat him decently".

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"Excuse me! Sorry! Sorry! Ow- sorry!" elbowing and getting elbowed was the worst thing to happen in crowds. At some point he found an opening to an alleyway and managed to be able to have a breather.

"So crowded...what even is the occasion for this..?" he spoke to no one in particular, just himself.

He tensed hearing a hum and footsteps, a red umbrella going over his head before the rain drops can fall on him and the man next to him. "..Festival" Feitan murmured out, watching people push around harder to get inside a building to wait for the rain to clear before the festival began. "A festival? Huh...explains the fireworks at the entrance of town" it still didn't process through his mind that he was under an umbrella with someone and froze upon realizing, feeling like the person only stayed out of kindness because Murata would get soaked.

"Sorry if I'm taking your time! I bet you have somewhere to be-" he stopped when he looked at the man a few inches shorter than him. Had he seen him before...?

"..You..talk much. Annoying..." his eyes flickered up, but his gaze held no annoyance nor indifference, as if they were almost fond. "Sorry! Uh, have we met before?" his voice nearly went to a whisper, as if prepping himself to be told to shut up.

Feitan thought for a moment, trying to think of what moment to bring up. Either when Murata fell, or when he was nearly kicked in the face by Shizuku when he was on the floor.

"Fell...clumsy" he spoke after some time; Murata had relaxed in relief after being in silence for nearly ten minutes.

"I hate that that is your first impression of me" he nearly whined in secondhand embarrassment looking away as his cheeks reddened.

"...Entertaining" he never noticed he stood closer, shoulders nearly brushing.

"Really? Thought maybe that would've drawn you away" he gave a nervous lopsided smile, slowly getting comfortable with him, "What's your name?".

"...Feitan" Murata just smiled brighter, hoping deep down this was the guy, "I'm Murata! Nice meeting you!". "No" it came out muffled, but still audible, making the slayer furrow his brows in confusion.

He nearly jumped when Feitan turned to him and leaned close to his face, carefully backing him against the wall, "You...mine".

"...Wait what- WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT- We just met!" his face reddened more, so much it can compete with Tanjiro's hair color and win.

"Don't care...you mine" Feitan wasted no time, he knew, oh he knew Murata would resort to ideas like dates and getting to know each other. Yes, he expected his blunt confession to not work, and they wouldn't magically get together, so why not make him to think on the spot.

"Maybe a date? How about a date? A movie? Cafe? I can pay for everything- oh you're very close.." he gulped, eyes darting everywhere but Feitan.

"Mn...fine. Friday...one" he shoved a paper in Murata's chest pocket of his uniform, his address. "No late.." and he disappeared in the rain, leaving the slayer to soak and think about what just happened.

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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.