Iguro Obanai was the Snake Pillar, a Hashira. He was supposed to be strong and never show weakness. But deep down he felt the weakest of the 9. He was the only omega besides Kanroji, but she was a female. During the time with his family being caged. Being a male omega was the reason behind his torment. A rare gene that made the Snake demon want to eat him in the first place, his face sliced ear to eat to replicate hers so she could drink his blood. After his escape, he always wore bandages to cover his trauma and shame. He also hid his omega status with scent patches, and pills to repress his heats. No one knew his secret. He planned to keep it that way... until one mission a demon with a specific blood demon art hit him with something that would eventually reveal his status. But also his secret love he had for the Wind Pillar.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙈𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥. 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙫𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨. 𝙀𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨. 𝘼 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘼 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚. 𝘼𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩, 𝙈𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚, 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙠, 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙨 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩: "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣." 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚, 𝙈𝙖𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙤 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙘

⚠️CURRENTLY DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE DUE TO MENTAL HEALTH.⚠️ They were never meant to be soft. After everything that happened-the blood, the betrayal, the quiet fractures no one else could see-Wednesday Addams and Enid Sinclair are left circling each other in the aftermath. Not together, not apart. Just... tethered. At Nevermore, nothing feels the same. Enid laughs a little louder, smiles a little wider, as if she can outrun what's already caught up to her. Wednesday watches from a distance, sharp-eyed and unraveling, haunted by the one moment she can't dissect: when everything between them stopped being a game. Possessiveness creeps in where logic should be. Jealousy coils tight in Wednesday's chest every time Enid touches someone else, looks at someone else, chooses someone else. And the worst part? She doesn't understand why. Because Wednesday doesn't do feelings. She doesn't ache. She doesn't want. So why does losing Enid-when she never even had her-feel like something is rotting beneath her skin? And how do you fix something that was never meant to be whole in the first place? In a story where love is sharp, messy, and dangerously unspoken, Deadly Devotion isn't about falling-it's about what happens after.

The Addams curse, little mentioned outside the family circle, the curse of being bound for life to the person chosen for us by our hearts and destiny. The bond of binding, though increasingly rare in the modern world, every werewolf is irrevocably bound to someone on the plant with a bond that goes far beyond human conception. The Addams curse is not immediate, the line between love and hate is thin, and everyone knows the propensity for hate of one particular Addams. Bonding should be immediate and dazzling for a wolf, except if the other is not a werewolf. Sun and moon, rainbow and storm clouds, love and hate, life and death, fate has indeed had fun this time intertwining our favorite Nevermore schoolgirls in double strands.

This is an Obanai X Fem! Reader story. I'm trying to make it heartwarming, romantic and adding some drama. This is a story where demons exist, but there is nothing related to Muzan. It's focused less on killing demons and more on love but there are some fight scenes. THIS IS NOT A SAD STORY AND THERE WONT BE MANY SAD SCENES/ANGST. There's going to be a lot of fluff and I'm trying to give each chapter a romantic and happy vibe. 40k + I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE KNY CHARACTERS AND ANY PICTURES/DESIGNS BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS Please don't use work without consulting me Cover art by: @levina_vika7