Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Random Angst- | {…Lots of ships}

Theme: ANGST. 

Note: I asked ppl on discord (@NioaAkila (who I’ll refer to as Aniko :>) and @Sukiischaotic (Suki) ) to give me one of those quotes and ship to writeee 
They were all only like 50-100 words so i decided to post em all in one chap

sorry if there’s anything like * bc I wrote this on discord nd you need two of *’s to make it italics.. :’>

Ships: SaneGiyuu, SaneOba, KokuZan (mostly-), ShinoGiyuu, DouKaza

Suki: Quote— “Please, just let me go.” | ShinoGiyuu

“Please, if ever I were to die before you do—and you can’t say I won’t, neither of us know that—I beg of you to just let me go. I don’t care if you find someone else, I don’t care. I need you to know that I want the best for you and the best for you is to let me go. Alright…?” Shinobu had said, her face creased with worry.Giyuu, looking down, said, “But I don’t want to forget you.” “You don’t have to! Just… don’t cling onto what’s left of me… That doesn’t mean forgetting. Just… moving on,” she said, kissing his cheek gently.“Okay…” Giyuu said quietly.

The conversation flashed through Giyuu’s mind. That had happened a month ago.

Now, he stood over Shinobu’s grave, the scene before him blurry from tears. He couldn’t move on. How could he? He wanted to fulfill her wish but he just couldn’t do it. It was too hard.His fist tightened and his fingernails dug into his palm harshly. 

“I can’t let you go,” he whispered, falling to his knees in front of her grave, the flowers he’d put there not bright and colorful enough to bring life to her again. “I miss you. Please, please come back.”

Suki: Quote—”Stop pushing everyone away.” | SaneOba

“Stop pushing everyone away!” Sanemi snapped, holding tightly to Obanai’s shoulders.

“You can’t control my life!” Obanai crossed his arms, trying to jerk away. Kaburamaru slithered away, not wanting to be a part of this. 

“Why do you even care?!”Sanemi glared at him, his eyes narrowed. “You just went and nearly got yourself fucking killed! If I hadn’t been walking here, you would’ve collapsed on the spot! The fuck were you doing, not going to Kocho’s?” 

Obanai grumbled. “I’m fine,” he insisted, though he wouldn’t have been standing if it weren’t for the firm grip Sanemi had on him. 

“You’re not.“ 

The two held their gaze for a long moment, glaring furiously at each other. Then Obanai broke it, tearing his multi-colored eyes away to stare at the ground. 

“I don’t need you to babysit me,” he said quietly, childishly.

Sanemi rolled his eyes. “That’s not what I’m- Oh, fuck it! Do you know why I keep fucking going and following you, trying to keep you sane?” he asked. There was a tightness in his voice he’d never had before.

Obanai shook his head hesitantly.

Sanemi growled under his breath and guided him carefully to sit down. “‘Cause i care about you, you fucking idiot. You won’t let me, though, so I’ll fucking leave you alone. Tell me when you decide to stop being a childish ass and are willing to let me help,” he said, turning and stalking off.

Suki: Quote—”It’s better this way.” | SaneGiyuu

“It’s better this way,” was the last sentence in the letter addressed to Sanemi Shinazugawa. He stared at it unblinkingly, his mind not wanting to comprehend what he had just read. Had Giyuu just… broken up with him? For what. Because they were Hashira? They were both men? Fuck, like Sanemi cared! He had loved Giyuu. He still did. 

Did Giyuu not love him? No, the first sentence had been, “I love you so much but I’m sorry, I have to do this.” 

He did love him. Or, at least, had. Then what was it? Had Sanemi done something? He crumpled the letter in his hand and stared at Giyuu’s crow which hobbled nervously around, wondering what to do. 

The crow looked as Sanemi felt. Tired. Confused. Lost.He dropped the letter and the crow—Kanzaburou—glanced at wearily. 

Sanemi sighed. “Can you tell Giyuu something for me? When you get back?” he asked. 

This crow had shit memory but he didn’t care if it forgot. Giyuu had also forgotten something. Their promise to not let anyone or anything get in the way of their relationship.Kanzaburou nodded.

“Tell him, ‘Why?'” Sanemi said, turning from the crow. He didn’t watch it fly away, it’s only indication that it did being the sound of it’s wings beating against the wind.

“Why,” Sanemi repeated to himself quietly.

Suki: Quote—”Don’t make this harder than it already is.” | KokuZan

“Don’t make this harder than it already is,” Muzan said, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Are you cheating or not?”

Kokushibo’s mind went blank and he did everything he could to not think about the question, not think about anything. Fuck, he still loved Muzan with everything he had. But he’d… No. He hadn’t nothing. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, let anyone… anything… Don’t finish the thought. Stop.

Muzan reached out, his arm almost shaking. He didn’t want it to be true. But he knew it was true. He’d read Kokushibo’s mind before the Uppermoon had noticed. He’d seen and had found out… everything.

 He grabbed Kokushibo’s hair harshly, pulling his gaze up to meet the Demon Lord’s. Their eyes met, Kokushibo’s middle two fluttering nervously as they stared at each other.

“Are. You. Cheating,” Muzan repeated, a quiver in his voice giving way to his somewhat calm façade. He hated this. He wished he’d never dwelled on these stupid fucking emotions. 

Kokushibo’s eyes darted down and that was enough of the answer Muzan needed.He let go, letting the Uppermoon’s head loll back down, and backed away, nearly falling backwards onto his desk.

Of course it was true.

Suki: Quote—”Leave me alone.” | KokuZan

“Leave me alone.” 

The words reverberated in Kokushibo’s mind, repeating it over and over and over, each time more furious than the last.

“…Master?” he said quietly.

Muzan glared at him. “Leave, Kokushibo. Go.”

Kokushibo faltered. “Wh…why?” he mumbled, terrified. 

Muzan’s face was placid but his voice held every little bit of emotion in them, tearing into Kokushibo’s brain. “Leave now. I have no use for someone like you. Not anymore.”

What had Kokushibo done? He didn’t know. He wanted to know. 

“What happened?” he asked, his voice shaky. He hadn’t felt like this in… forever. 

Muzan’s gaze hardened and he narrowed his eyes. “Did I give you permission to ask? Did I give you permission to speak?” he asked, his voice rising. 

He lifted his hand and closed it tightly, as if around Kokushibo’s neck.Pain burst through the Uppermoon’s body and he flinched, blood dripping like a broken faucet from his neck, his face. 

“You can forget about anything between us. We are nothing. I…” Muzan hesitated. “Simply put, do not have a care for you anymore.”

There was something in his voice, something that gave Kokushibo a bit of hope. 

But Muzan quickly put it out, throwing him across the room. “Leave. I do not want to see your face again.”

Suki: Quote—”You haven’t been yourself lately.” | DouKaza

“You haven’t been yourself lately,” Douma said. “Are you alright, Akaza-dono?”

Akaza ignored him, his back to the blond as he stared off to the horizon. 

“Akaza-dono?” Douma plopped down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Akaza jerked away from the touch. 

“I’m…sorry,” Douma mumbled, scooching away slightly.

Akaza looked down, not answering with words but with his expression, posture. He looked apologetic. Scared, almost.

“What happened?” Douma asked, confused.

“Nothing,” Akaza said. That was the first word he’d spoken in a while. A week. Before that, he’d been okay. He’d been fine. But he wasn’t fine, now. What had happened between then and now? What had caused this?

“Uhm… You haven’t been talking to me much,” Douma said quietly. “Is everything okay? Did… I do something?” He wouldn’t put it past himself to have fucked up and not realized it.

“No! It’s not you!” Akaza insisted with sudden decidedness. He lapsed back into silence and stared down at his hands that lay on his lap.

“Then… what?” he asked, tilting his head. If it wasn’t him, then what was it?

Akaza shook his head. “I remember, now. I… remember my past.”

“You didn’t before?”

“No. I wasn’t like you. I’d… I’d had an actual life. I remember everything.” He looked up and turned to Douma, his face contorted to one of some invisible pain, somewhere inside. “Douma, I remember everything and things keep coming back to me each day and I can’t stop it, I can’t stop going through everything and wish I’d done something, seeing everything I did wrong. I can’t fucking deal with this.”

Aniko: Quote—”It’s better this way.” | KokuZan

“It’s better this way,” Kokushibo said quietly, all three pairs of his eyes averted from his Master who stared at him as if he were an alien he’d never seen before.

“What do you mean, ‘better,’?” Muzan asked incredulously. How was breaking up better for them? How could this help at all?

“I just… It’s not… It’s just better for us,” Kokushibo mumbled. “Neither of us are focusing on our missions and lives a demons so we’re getting all tangled up in this relationship. We should just… take a break from each other for a while and then we can focus on the more important things?”

“More important? Kokushibo, I thought we were important? That I was important to you! Was I not? Was this just a game?! What the hell?” Muzan said, backing away. “What the fuck?”

Kokushibo flinched. He had no fucking right to flinch, he had caused this. “I’m… sorry, Master. I just… feel it’s best?” Kokushibo said, more of a question.

Muzan clenched his teeth together, shaking his head rapidly. “Fuck. Fuck, why did I even let myself think I could have a relationship. I should’ve stayed out of this. Fine. You’re right, we should break up.” He looked up, his eyes meeting the middle two of his Uppermoon who stared at him, his eyes wide. “Fine,” Muzan repeated, turning and stalking away.

“I…” Kokushibo stared after him, at loss for words. “I just… meant… a break,” he mumbled, sinking to the ground.

Aniko: Quote—”I don’t want to lose you too.” | KokuZan (pt. 2 to the above)

“I don’t want to lose you too,” Muzan whispered to himself, once he knew Kokushibo was out of earshot. Fuck, he should’ve said that then. To Kokushibo. But he couldn’t. Why the fuck would he? He wouldn’t lost his dignity even more then. He couldn’t bring himself to.

He didn’t want to.

Footsteps.

Kokushibo was walking towards him.

“Don’t…” Muzan said, too quietly for Kokushibo to hear.

The Uppermoon turned the corner and saw Muzan, sitting against the wall and huddled up like a child. Stupid. Pathetic.

“…Master?” Kokushibo whispered.

Muzan closed his eyes tightly. “Go away.”

“Master, please, I want to apologize. I didn’t-“ 

“Go away!” Muzan snapped, staring up at Kokushibo with eyes full of every emotion every. “I don’t want you here,” he said, more quietly this time.

Kokushibo stepped back, his eyes gazing at Muzan for a long moment before he turned and left, his posture sinking with each step.

Muzan looked down, burying his head in his hands. This was stupid. But he couldn’t get over Kokushibo. Why? Why the fuck had he gotten himself into this mess?

{Word count: 1861 (in total)}

so like 100-200 words each ig? 

muahhaha this was so fun 

i should do it more