#rengiyu

[krikidilly]

I want to throw them in a river anf watch them float away

#headcanon that giyu falls asleep really easily around people he trusts aka he passes out on them constantly. #theyre so everything to me i go crazy #rengiyu #kyojuro rengoku #giyu tomioka #demon slayer #kny #my art #adore these guys....

[lizethdraws]

not happy with how this looks but it was in my wips for weeks

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #giyuu tomioka #shinobu kocho #rengoku kyojuro #rengiyuushino #rengiyushino #rengiyuu #rengiyu #giyuushino #giyushino #shinogiyu #shinogiyuu #fanart #lizethdraws #repost from insta

[gaywiththesauce]

It's Late

Giyuu should be asleep right now. The moon shines a gentle light through their cloth curtains, which were opened to welcome the summer air in.

He stared up at the ceiling in their bed, wondering what kept him up so late. Was it the trees moving carefully under the post-rain wind? Was it the crickets looking for others to hide from their loneliness? Was it the birds that were preparing to fly and sing to welcome the early sun? Was it the blankets that felt too heavy against their skin?

The arm around his waist pulled him closer. Giyuu couldn't help the smile that rose on his lips at the simple form of affection. He nuzzled against the body behind him, hopeful the stars would be merciful as to last longer so he could sleep again.

"Hey," a soft, croaky voice called out from the man behind him. Giyuu didn't have to answer. "You can't sleep?"

Kyojuro must have checked their alarm clock, because he kicked the blankets off of them. The thin, extra sheet was brought over them now. "Well, now that you're awake, neither can I. Let's just lay here, then. I love you."

They laid against each other in their bed. Their soft sheets stuck to their skin as did their beads of sweat from the mugginess of the summer night. Despite the slight discomfort, it was always worth it. Kyojuro was holding him, and his warmth melted the troubles of Giyuu's mind into a sappy, beloved bliss. The sun would be rising soon, but the night held onto their embrace just a little bit longer.

Giyuu didn't comment when Kyojuro fell asleep first, he had no complaints for someone like him. With his help, Giyuu fell asleep before the sun rose, and that's all he could ever ask from him.

Because this home, this bed, was theirs.

#i couldnt sleep #you can decide if this is canon or modern au #my writing #giyuu #giyuu tomioka #rengiyuu #rengiyu #pretend its still rengiyu wednesday #i wrote this at 3am #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #soft #have a good night guys #saucy writes

[skiesletter]

tomioka giyuu x rengoku kyoujurou - five reasons .

prompt ; five things they like about each other.

word count ; 0.7k

giyuu .

01 ⠀ patient - giyuu is a bundle of mysteries, mysteries to himself even. & he is quiet, perpetually alone, and perceives himself as an unlikable person, but kyoujurou never forces words out of his mouth, never lets out a sigh of exasperation as he plays with words in his head. instead, he waits, with that radiant smile of his and bright blinking eyes.

02 ⠀ self-assured - you would probably never find someone as self-hating and insecure as giyuu, but seeing the way kyoujurou is just so confident, so optimistic, and so secure makes giyuu believe that maybe things will be alright. & while over-confidence may make him cringe, just the right amount of confidence makes him feel just a bit more secure in this world.

03 ⠀ optimistic - during the frequent times giyuu and kyoujurou share words, giyuu stands there wondering how someone could love the world so much -- this world overrun by evil and admist the throes of war -- but speaking to kyoujurou makes him see the beauty of the world, the meaning of his pitiful life. now when he sees little pink buds or the rainbow after april's rain, maybe he wonders if it's okay to just indulge in the small happinesses of life.

04 ⠀ his touch - specifically, the warmth of kyoujurou's fingers as it brushes past to the hearty pats on the back as he laughs; there is something so reassuring about that touch, a hand holding his, telling him that everything will be alright and that they'll be there for one another 'til the end of the world.

05 ⠀ his laughter - sometimes, giyuu wakes up on the wrong side of the bed and his fatigue adds more to his grumpiness. but always, it is washed away by that uncontrolled, endless laughter; a laughter that swallows away all the pain, a laughter that makes everything feel better, even if it's just for a while.

kyoujurou .

01 ⠀ loving - kyoujurou has heard a little too many times that giyuu was a silent, stoic, and uncaring person. but as they share idle chatter and thoughts during breaks, kyoujurou learns just how wrong they were. he sees the small lifts of lips as giyuu worries over new recruits, the concern in his eyes as he speaks about tanjiro, and the deep longing and mourning hidden in those deep ocean eyes.

02 ⠀ thoughtful - if kyoujurou was the warmth of summer, then giyuu was the gentle splashes of water on the beach or the gentle breeze that passes under the blazing sunshine. be it the deadpan yet amused fleeting words in the midst of kyoujurou's rambling, or the gentle way he calmed him down as he got over-excited, there was something about the way giyuu's words fell perfectly into place, every single time. even if it sometimes took awhile to formulate those words, even if they were said in a passing, even if they were rare.

03 ⠀ considerate - giyuu was never good with words, and kyoujurou is well aware. and where his words could not express the care he felt, his actions sure could. it was the small things that spoke the loudest; the way he always passed the good-tasting food to kyoujurou first, the way he made sure to speak louder in case the other didn't hear, or simply the way he was always there. waiting. making sure everything was going alright.

04 ⠀ the intensity of his emotions - there was something so magical about the way giyuu felt things so much stronger than everyone else. and while that did mean he felt sadness, anger, and loss so many times more than everyone else did, there was a sort of spark in that smile blossoming on his face, the small moments of relief, and the brimming love.

05 ⠀ his eyes - on the outside, giyuu's eyes are dull, lightless, and cold. but if you were to look hard enough, or if you just knew him well, you would be able to tell apart the emotions dancing through those eyes. the deep resentment unceasingly present, the fleeting moments of happiness, the anger, the sadness, the hurt, the love. plus, they are just mesmerizing -- blue like the ocean, blue like the skies, blue like the bluebirds flying above, blue like the forget-me-nots scattered around the gardens.

#. aura writes #. aura writes: kny #. aura writes: giyu #. aura writes: kyojuro #writing #creative writing #roleplay #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyu #giyuu #giyu #giyu tomioka #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro #kyoujurou #kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #tomioka giyu x rengoku kyojuro #rengiyuu #rengiyu

[tanjir0se]

Giyu and Rengoku being in love is all fun and games them meeting and friends to lovers and mutual pining etc etc until you remember that by necessity all of that must happen in the past because Rengoku is gone now and their nighttime conversations are gone and sharing a bowl of udon together is gone and god Tanjiro is so much like him sometimes and it kills Giyu sometimes but he’s glad Rengoku’s warmth and drive and smile lived on in those who knew him and then Tanjiro shows up with his sword guard and ahhAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

#rengiyu #literally get with the PROGRAM they were SOULMATES I’m DISGUSTED #kny #literally foaming at the fucjing mouth #hello it is I your favorite kny nightblogger

[devilbunzz]

I really don’t have anything to say for this one. Uhhh lesbian swag or whatever

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #rengoku kyojuro #giyu tomioka #rengiyu #art #my art #devilbunzz art #uh well. anyways

[lunadeii]

Literally my fifth time pressing replay. It's such a good song!!

#baby gay post #rengiyu #romantic homicide

[zenitsus-lightning]

hey do you like writing x readers, character x character or more platonic things?

I like writing x readers, platonic stuff but it's a little different for character x character since for me it depends what ship it is. Like for example I definetley wont do it if it's a proship etc Some ships that I do: Rengiyu Obamitsu Shinomitsu Inozen Kannezu (Nezuko and Kanao) ETC Thank you sm for the question :)

#question #answer #rengiyu #obamitsu #shinomitsu #inozen #kannezu

[sukiluvvs]

everyone shut the fuck up transmasc giyuu au

#the only ppl who know are the ubuyashikis urokodaki shinobu mitsuri and kyojuro #maybe tanjiro. eventually #i wanna say sabito too but hes dead asf does he really count? #hoo boy #i am LIVING for the ANGST in this au #yall see the vision???? #he gets a skirt like the first 3 times he tears his uniform and its fine. its totally fine. why wouldnt it be (it is not at all fine) #but urokodaki burns it for him so he gets pants #and later he gets like pretty damn hurt and he meets kanae and shino and they know cause they treated him #shino calls him “she” once and he gets clearly uncomfortable so she immediately corrects herself #she tells kanae and shes like “ok ill keep that in mind!” #TIMESKIP TO WHEN MITSURI IS A PILLAR cause she became one after kyo #in an effort to distance himself from them both he tells them at one point thinking theyd hate him for it #kyojuro is like cool but whats the important thing tou wanted to tell me? #mitsu is like oh no way!! thats cool with me!! #OH WAIT T4T RENGIYU?!?! #IDEASSS #what if kyo is like “cool same! anyways” and giyuu is like ????? #so. yeah #my atla moots most likely have no idea what im talkin bout at all lmaoooo #kny #giyuu tomioka #trans giyuu #sukiluvvs

[kurooandkenmasslut]

NOOO BUT THIS IS SO CUTEEE

Tomi: Imma wash the laundry rq

Juro: Okay

Juro: Imma start the water so I can hop in 🥰🥰🥰 Gulp gulp gulp gulp

Tomi: *Looks at the shirt*

Tomi: *Surprised to see a.. OKAY I FORGOT WHAT THAT IS- GRRRR 😡😡😡*

Tomi: Okay.. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe I'm just..

Tomi: But what if..

Tomi: *Starts crying* (NOOOO POOR BB 😭)

Juro: Tomioka! Speaking of which--

Juro: *Sees him crying*

Juro: What happened Tomioka? (Who hurt my bbg 😡😡😡)

*They hug???*

Juro: *Sees the shirt*

Juro: *Loading screen*

Tomi: What is the kiss mark :(

Juro: Your mom (LMAOOO)

No I'm playin' 🤪

Juro: Speaking of which, on my way home from work this ugly ass bitch named daki bumped into me 😡😡😡

Juro: I'm sorry! I can put it away if it makes you uneasy

Tomi: I just thought.. You fell in love with someone else..

Juro: IM SO SORRY!! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE I LOVE

Juro: WHEN THE BATH GETS HOT LET'S GET IN TOGETHER

Tomi: Get tf off me-

That story was so bootyfil

NOOOO GIYU WAS CRYRURJRNHRJNRJRJ

IT WAS RLLY CUTE THOOOO

#— kurooandkenmasslut ‹ #nat & marie talks about rengiyu !

[rosengard3n]

{ this lil nanka plush i won came in today!!!! }

#ooc;; #{ rose talks } #{ there was also a hizen and a hochou but i didnt win them :( } #{ HES SO CUTE ... pardon my rengiyus i nthe back }

[krikidilly]

Assorted doodles :-]

#kokushibo 2000s au kraft dinner #demon slayer #kokushibo #rengiyu #kyojuro rengoku #sanemi shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #yoriichi tsugikuni #genya shinazugawa #kny #my art #weed cw #drugs cw

[lizethdraws]

some rengiyuus

ref photos:

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #rengiyuu #rengiyu #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku #giyuu tomioka #giyu tomioka #giyuu #giyu #rengoku x giyuu #rengoku x giyu #fanart #lizethdraws #repost from insta

[gaywiththesauce]

This is It

RenGiyuu, 1.1K

TW: mcd, attempted suicide, depressing thoughts, blood

Giyuu opened his eyes. It was midnight, a time he knew too well. He was laying on a roof somewhere he couldn’t recognize. He wasn’t alone. Kyojuro was sitting on the roof with him. He looked over at Giyuu with a soft voice, “Hey, good morning. How do you feel?”

Giyuu sat up slowly, “Where are we?”

“Not far,” Kyojuro answered, waving his hand in some direction. He looked at the lights of the small city ahead of them. “You didn’t answer my question, Giyuu.”

Giyuu hummed as a response. If he was to be honest, he felt awful. His head was groggy and he felt tired despite the nap. He shook his head, “I’m alright.”

Kyojuro looked over. His smile was brought down by the sadness in his eyes. “Okay,” he muttered, and Giyuu realized that he was caught in his lie. Neither of them elaborated further.

Kyojuro changed the subject, “I’m glad you’re awake, either way. I was worried that you might not wake up.”

Giyuu met his eyes, trying to see why Kyojuro would be worried about that. He looked over himself, missing the signs of blood or broken bones. Nothing. He was perfectly fine physically. He looked back at Kyojuro again, “What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Kyojuro looked back at the lights, “Maybe it’s for the best. I’d rather you not remember.”

Giyuu didn’t understand why.

Kyojuro sighed and slid closer to Giyuu, “Can I ask a personal question?”

Giyuu nodded.

Kyojuro looked into the dark blue eyes of his lover, “What’s one thing that you’ve wanted the most in life?”

Giyuu gulped. There was no easy answer. There were so many things he wanted throughout his life. Acceptance, love, care, understanding, compassion, better speaking skills, friends, someone to talk to; all easy examples. Somehow, Kyojuro gave him all of those. He shrugged. “You?”

Kyojuro smiled and chuckled, “You flatter, but I appreciate it. I know it’s not true, however.” Kyojuro looked away, avoiding Giyuu’s concerned gaze. He continued, “You want him back, don’t you?”

Giyuu tried to see who he was talking about. They were the only two on the roof above the dead street. Despite the bright lights that made Tokyo look like daylight, the walkways were barren of any passerbys.

Kyojuro glanced at Giyuu’s hand, “You’re holding him now.”

Giyuu looked at his hand. It held onto Sabito’s side of the haori tightly. He let go. Kyojuro commented, “You miss him. Do you want him back?”

Giyuu nodded while he stared at his blood-stained hand, “Of course.”

Kyojuro put his soft hand against Giyuu’s cheek to guide his avoiding gaze to those burning embers of eyes.

“More than me?”

Giyuu froze. What kind of question was this? It felt like a trick. It felt unfair. Kyojuro was making him choose? Why? It was impossible. He loves Sabito and Kyojuro. They helped him through everything. Giyuu would be no one without them. He couldn’t choose, he couldn’t choose.

Kyojuro hummed. He was disappointed, but he couldn't understand it like Giyuu could. “Why do you keep it?” Kyojuro put his hand on Giyuu’s green and yellow shoulder.

“I don’t know.”

“You do,” Kyojuro squeezed, “You don’t have a grave to mourn at, do you?”

Giyuu didn’t know how Kyojuro knew that. “I don’t.”

“What if you did? Would you stop wearing it?”

“I don’t know.”

“You can mourn at my grave. Will you wear mine?”

“I don’t know.”

Kyojuro sighed again, knowing that he wouldn’t get another answer.

Giyuu held his breath, “I’ll miss you.”

Kyojuro looked at him, “Hm?”

Giyuu avoided his eyes, “If you die.”

Kyojuro glowed like an angel, “When I die, you mean. Death is guaranteed, Giyuu, and I miss you too.”

Giyuu felt tears stab at his eyes, “Will you wait for me?”

Kyojuro smiled out of the corner of Giyuu’s blurry vision, “There is no waiting, Giyuu. This is it.”

Giyuu looked up at him for the last time. Kyojuro’s smile was beautiful, open, and accepting.

It was his whole world.

It was over.

Giyuu blinked.

It wasn’t midnight anymore. He opened his eyes to somewhere different. The first thing he saw was the white that distorted his vision. He blinked away the tears and stared at the white snow on the ground. The ground was cold. Everything was so cold that it was warm.

Something touched him. He shook at the force, but couldn’t move at all.

“Oh, thank- Over here! He’s alive!” a feminine voice called out through his clogged ears. He was touched more. The snow was brushed off him and he was rolled on his back.

Shinobu’s face was in view. For once, she looked concerned. “Tomioka-san! Can you hear me?” She didn’t wait for an answer. She worked on his stomach, doing something just out of his vision.

His vision narrowed, and the darkness bit away at the vision of the white clouds. Shinobu talked about something medical. Something about blood, about cold, and about living. Was Giyuu dying? The pain in his stomach hardly compared to his blue fingertips or his toes.

Giyuu rolled onto his side at the push of burning hands, eventually falling back onto something that wasn’t cold and red. The snow beneath him was bloody. It was his blood. In the corner of his eye, he could see his bed clothes stained with blood. So much blood, so much blood, the amount that’s when something pierces the solar plexus and goes straight through it. Huh. Giyuu didn’t know where that thought came from.

Giyuu’s head was held to view the sky. He saw something else, though. His sword hilt. It was pointing to the sky, held by a dainty hand. The leather of the straps was stained red. Why was it above him? With much more effort than he anticipated, he lifted his head enough to see where the blade was.

It was covered in blood. Everything was covered in blood. It was in his stomach. Seppuku, his mind reminded him.

“Stay down!” Shinobu shouted, pressing her fingers against Giyuu’s forehead as if he wasn’t already falling back. His head lulled to the side when she let up but scolded him further.

Another color caught his attention aside from the bleeding red and the rippling blue. Silver and gray, he could barely make out the symbols carved into the stone.

Here Lies Rengoku Kyojuro

Proud Brother, Dedicated Son

The Greatest Flame Hashira

Oh. 

He remembered what happened now.

It was his turn to save Kyojuro just as he saved him.

“You seem shy! That’s okay, my little brother is the same way! Tomioka-san, do you know anywhere close by where we could eat!”

Kyojuro saved him from loneliness. It was Giyuu’s time to return the favor.

I’m coming to save you.

I’ll save you, Kyojuro.

I’ll save myself.

I’ll save you.

I’ll save you.

#here's that angst you ordered for rengiyuu wednesday #i think i might post something else today hopefully that isnt as much.. this. but no promises #im very sad #saucy writes #giyuu tomioka #kyojuro rengoku #rengiyuu #major character death #major character injury #tw sui attempt #tw depressing thoughts #tw mcd #tw blood #tw death #kny rb #i made myself sad with this #totally not based off of that specific ep of bojack that i never watched... i plan to #rengiyu #no beta we die like men #one day i'll write something happy #that day is not today #rengiyuu wednesday

[skiesletter]

tomioka giyuu x rengoku kyoujurou - my sun .

prompt ; tomioka learns of rengoku's death.

word count ; 1.1k

never had he seen anyone so happy, carefree, and upbeat. in his world, nightmares ate away at his soul and demons knawed at corpses still wet from blood. there was no happiness, no smiles, and no sun. and where fireplaces once grew large with warmth, was nothing but a spot of embers. burnt, distinguished, dead. oh, but it didn’t end there. past that, was tears suppressed by strong desire to not feel, death that forever haunted his broken heart, and blood that wished to stop flowing.

and yet something made his heart beat. beat so quick it felt uncomfortable, so unsteady it felt dangerous. and somewhere deep in his stomach was the hearth of moths and flies fluttering its thin, dull wings around. they were not butterflies, they were not beautiful or admired. it felt dirty, misplaced, and oh-so wrong. 

and yet . . it felt nice.

the way his rosy lips curved into a perfect smile, his sun-kissed skin embraced the warmth of sun, his hair like flames that saved rather than destructed, and eyes so bright and determined. the way he grinned so easily, the way his words fit in all the right places, and his touch felt like the birth of sparks. nothing made it feel more comforting and displeasing at the same time.

giyuu had learned not to love. the hard way. it was a curse never escaping his frail fingertips; that everyone he loved and cared for would wither away into ashes and never return. his multi-colored haori held the ghost of two spirits he killed, and deep in his eyes is the longing for everyone he has lost due to his own incompetence. he had learned not to love, not to enjoy, not to cry. he had learned to never again feel, to never grow attached, even if it was the cause of hatred.

and despite, he could not stop himself from loving. he was no stranger to the feeling of helplessness, in fact, he grew up desperate and yearning for a hand to hold. but he was a stranger to love, for all his memories of love has diminished into a pile of sepia memories, not yet ready to be picked up and embraced. he spends nights awake, dreaming of a world he could be happy, hoping that his next life could be ever more fortunate. ( he knows how futile these efforts are, but only these thoughts keep him awake from recurring nightmares that wait to haunt him. )

and yet, these nights he stays awake not to cowardly run away from the monsters of the night, but because finally reality makes him feel something . . so unfamiliar, yet so warm. the short yet sweet conversations between him and the other hashira, the smile as he waits for him to formulate proper words and process all his thoughts, and the gentle touches that have once felt so undeserving. everything fell so properly in the puzzle.

but it was so wrong.

how could he love? him — he, who had killed not only his parents and newlywed sister, but his best friend who did everything for him? he, who had mindlessly wished for the world to be a better place instead of working for it, but rather placing all the burden and responsibilities on others? he, who had run away from all his problems, avoiding them rather than facing them head on like all others? and he, who caused so much destruction yet still wished for happiness.

these nights awake dreaming about a life he would never have were so tear jerking. sure, it provided momentary relief from the harsh reality of this demon-infested world, but truly, it was just another attempt at running away from all his responsibilities. and it was immature, reckless, and stupid. just like himself.

and the nights turn into the vicious cycle of a smile and forcing said smile to retract. the vicious cycle of happiness turned self-beration, hatred for wanting something he knows he will never achieve, self-loathe for desiring someone who deserves far more. and when he wakes up, he does not wake up to the sunrays of day, but to the cold winter nights that have never felt so ruthless. he wakes up to his trembling body, his cold arms, and fleeting thoughts that he does not even try to process. because he is too broken to do so, too shattered, too apart.

some part of him wished to give up. ( it was not just a small part of him, truly. it was so large a portion of him that the thought was not fleeting like he wished it was. it was a part of him now, this little idea that constantly sprang up and took over his mind. the wish to give up, to give up and start over, and plead for a better world. and yet it was himself who knew the best how much he did not deserve that. he did not deserve a better life, no, he deserved to carry the burden on his thin shoulders and forever walk with it until the world deems him worthy of death. only then, can he wither away in peace. )

— —

it was anger. his fists balled in fury, body shaking in helplessness. no, it was the feeling of desperateness. his fragile body hugging itself alone, in the middle of snowfall and watching dead body getting covered up. there, he did not wear clothing befitting of a funeral, he dawned blood-stained haori still dirty from his last job, forehead still wet from sweat after running back to find this.

this.

he would never forget it. he couldn’t.

he, who taught him of spring, of transition to better, of revival of everything dead. he, who taught him of dawn, of sun rising back into sky, of light switching on and warming the world. and yet, snow continued to fall. it was winter now, sun behind the mountains. it was dark, unbefitting of his auburn locks and crimson orbs. he was not adorned with flowers or the most beautiful silk from all over the country, like he deserved. no, his body was tattered, a gauging hole in the middle of his torso. a woody scent emitted from the fragile body, but the scent could not cover the rotting smell of death, of flesh, of the broken world.

he wished to cry, he truly did.

but he couldn’t. he had no tears left to cry.

there, sits the ravenette. solitary, body trembling, tongue bleeding from a mixture of fury and grief, and soul even further shattered.

#. aura writes #. aura writes: kny #. aura writes: kny - giyu #. aura writes: kny - kyojuro #writing #creative writing #roleplay #tomioka giyuu #tomioka giyu #giyuu #giyu #giyu tomioka #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro #kyoujurou #kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #tomioka giyu x rengoku kyojuro #rengiyuu #rengiyu

[tanjir0se]

Friends to lovers to enemies to lovers to friends Rengoku demon au Rengiyu fic ladies with brain rot make some noise

#kny #from the makers of dumb OOC bullshit #you’ve all heard of AkaRen now here’s ..something even fucking stupider #rengiyu