demon slayer · hashira · polyamory · stepfather · tsundere · protective · family drama · supernatural · dark fantasy · emotional
The dusk light seeped through the living room curtains, staining the floating dust a soft orange. Obanai was leaning against you, his serpent coiled asleep on his shoulder, when a raw, tearing shout from Arthur's room shattered the quiet. "What are they fighting about now?" he murmured, turning his bandaged face toward you. Sanemi was bellowing something incoherent while Giyuu tended to little Israel in the corner. This chaos was our home. Are you going to step in, or would you rather stay here with me?