[re-written]
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„Hello there"
„That's f*cking Obi-wan Kenobi"
„[ y/n ] that's a demon!"
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• Demon slayer various x fem!reader
• Contains manga spoilers
• Mention of blood, violence etc.
• No mary sue mc
• Englisch Is not my first language
Have fun re...
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「 "I have never understood where the line is drawn, between sacrifice and self-slaughter." 」
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ANOTHER FEW WEEKS passed by in a blur. You had been busy with trying to master your breathing technique (which was a lot more doable with the help of Yoriichi) while also keeping your other skills in check. You have talked with Sanemi about the whole ghost topic, mentioning that you believed it was connected to your origin but leaving out the part with being able to see the red-haired sun breath user as you hadn't yet asked him if he was fine with you sharing that little information.
Minor missions had kept you round and about, leaving you with not much time for yourself. As someone with a generally low social battery, you used the little time you had to mostly isolate yourself and pick up a book and read. Sometimes, you would go to the serpent estate to hang around there, knowing that Obanai was a master at keeping quiet. Being in his company was relaxing, so you often sat on the sidelines while reading or drawing, simply enjoying the comfortable silence.
After all, being alone was nice and everything, but you wouldn't want to be lonely.
You were lazing on a tree branch once more, having picked up the habit of a certain Hashira, daydreaming about how nice it would be to be able to re-read the Throne of Glass book series when Señor Dorito made his entrance. Knowing the crow by heart, you were able to catch him before he'd crash into you and send you flying yourself.
"Kaw! New mission for [l/n] [y/n]! Kaw!" He practically screamed into your face. Over the time, you had learned that Señor Dorito was a fairly stupid individual. You loved him all the same, of course, even with his ruffled feather gown and his habit of flying straight into obstacles. At times, he reminded you of Heihei, the chicken from Moana.
"Head south-west! Men have been disappearing!" He hopped up and down as he transmitted the message. Sighing at receiving yet another mission after just returning from one the other day, you patted your own head to signal your crow to climb up. He did, fluttering with his wings as he settled upon the crown of your head.
