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bokutosbiceps · 11 months

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cold hands + warm cheeks

rengoku kyojuro x f!reader | fluff + angst if you squint | 1.4k words

prompt: kyojuro + “your hands are always so cold”

warnings: none! pls enjoy 😊

You sat cross legged on the tatami mat, gazing down at Kyojuro’s peaceful face. He was sleeping. Something he didn’t do much of since becoming a Hashira. He was always chattering about his duty to humankind, about protecting those he cared about, about protecting you.

Unfortunately for him, some random illness had knocked him flat on his behind. Fortunately for you, this allowed you to be able to spend day and night with him, taking care of him both to his chagrin and his delight. You remember when Ubuyashiki-san had officially granted him a leave of absence upon noticing he was ill.

“I want to be fighting alongside the others! Saving people! Defeating—” A sneeze interrupted his declaration of resolve. You giggled and pulled out a clean cloth to wipe his nose. You laid him back down on the bed before turning to Ubuyashiki and his wife. You bowed deeply.

“Thank you for giving Kyojuro this time to recuperate.” You glanced at him, “I’m sure this illness is a sign that he needs to rest.”

“Of course. The health of my hashira is of the utmost importance. Rengoku-san has already done so much for our cause.” Ubuyashiki bowed to you. “Please take good care of him.”

Ubuyashiki’s wife started to lead him toward the door, but he stopped and turned to Kyojuro. “And Rengoku-san…please try your best to rest.” He smiled before allowing himself to be led out by his wife.

Kyojuro tried to respond with an energetic “Yessir!” but was cut off by a fit of coughs.

It was the fourth day that he had been sick, but you knew he was nearing the end of his illness. Nearing the end of your quality time with him. Soon enough he’d be back out in the world, fighting demons and saving people, sacrificing himself for people who didn’t even have the privilege to know him.

“Y/n-san?” A small voice calls out to you. You turn toward the sliding door where Senjuro’s head is poking in. He looks worried. You stand up and pad over to the door, exiting Kyojuro’s room and sliding the door shut behind you quietly.

“He’s fine, Senjuro-kun, I promise.” You smile at him and pat his head reassuringly. You notice the tension in Senjuro’s shoulders dissipate. “I’m pretty sure he’s well on his way to being at one hundred percent of his strength again. I think he’ll just need another day or two.” Senjuro’s face still had worry etched into it. “Why don’t we make a nice meal for him to enjoy when he wakes up?”

Senjuro nods excitedly, following you to the kitchen and assisting with preparations for the meal.

Kyojuro stirred and sat up abruptly upon the scent of tempura wafting across his nostrils. He heard Senjuro laughing accompanied by the comforting sound of your voice coming from somewhere outside of his room. He smiled to himself.

They must be cooking for me. He closed his eyes and laid back down, knowing he would get an earful from you if you saw him up and out of bed. Honestly, that woman…what did I ever do to deserve her?

Kyojuro let himself rest for a bit more and listened to the joyful sounds coming from the kitchen, imagining your smiling face as you cooked his favorite meal just for him. He thought about you teaching Senjuro how to fry a piece of shrimp without burning himself, how to chop vegetables without cutting himself, and how to properly plate each item of food to make a beautiful meal.

Kyojuro was grateful that you were such a good friend and teacher to Senjuro, that you loved to spend time with him and help him enjoy life. He was grateful that you were so forgiving toward his father, even after he would say horrible things to you. He was grateful that you had sacrificed your own health and time to nurse him back to health. He’d like to think this was only what he’d expect from his girlfriend—but you’d exceeded his expectations, you were everything he wanted and more.

The door slid open, effectively snapping Kyojuro out of his rose colored thoughts, to reveal you, the object of his affection. Senjuro was not far behind, carrying a tray of food stacked high with shrimp and sweet potato tempura, vegetables, and soup.

“Little brother! What have you got there?” Kyojuro sat up quickly and grinned. Senjuro smiled widely upon seeing that his older brother seemed to be back to his energetic self.

“We made you lunch!” Senjuro set the tray down next to Kyojuro’s futon and sat on his knees, hands fidgeting in his lap. “Though, y/n did most of the work. I just watched her and tried to help when I could.” You sat to the other side of Kyojuro’s futon and smiled.

“Senjuro did a great job. I couldn’t have done it without his help!” You winked at him and turned to Kyojuro. “Now, eat and enjoy, love.”

Kyojuro reached out to ruffle Senjuro’s hair. “I’m sure you guys made a great team!” Kyojuro picked up the chopsticks and shouted a quick thanks for the meal before diving in. You and Senjuro watched the orange haired man chow down on his food like he was a man starved, both relieved to see that he was back to his normal self. You actually didn’t hear a single sniffle or cough from him so far today.

You frowned slightly at the realization that, since he was feeling better, this probably meant that he would be off at work again. As much as you hated seeing Kyojuro sick, you had enjoyed being by his side all this time.

Kyojuro noticed your frown and, with a mouth full of his last bite of food, politely asked Senjuro to take away his tray and clean up the kitchen for you. Senjuro nodded obediently and left you and Kyojuro alone.

“My love,” Kyojuro gathered your hands in his own, “I’m feeling much better. What could that frown of yours possibly be about?” He smiled brightly at you, his eyes falling to the slight frown that still befell your lips.

“Nothing, nothing!” You shook your head, mustering a smile to replace your frown. His eyes lingered on your lips once more and you blushed deeply.

“Please, you can tell me anything! Since when did we keep secrets from each other?” He raised his eyebrows in slight teasing and you blushed even more. You really couldn’t hide anything from this man, he knew you too well.

“I’m really happy that you’re better now. It worried me so much to see you so tired and sick…but…you have to go back to work, right?” You peered at him through your eyelashes. You began to feel your palms sweat, just now realizing that he was still gripping your hands.

“Of course! It’s my duty, love!”He watched as your expression became downcast, no doubt thinking about being away from him once more. He squeezed your hands before taking each of them in each of his own, bringing them up to contact his cheeks.

You frowned deeper.

“Your face is warm.”

“That’s because your hands are always so cold!” Kyojuro lilted, smiling brighter still. “In that same way, I will always burn brightly for you, my love. The work that I do…it’s for Ubuyashiki-sama, for Senjuro, for the people of this world, and for you, darling.” He let go of your hands and wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, laying back and bringing you to lay on his chest. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and placed a searing kiss to the skin there. “I would never forgive myself if something were to happen to you…something that I could have prevented.” He mumbled against your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned back to gaze at his face. He was smiling brightly, as usual, and the fire in his eyes had returned after days of feeling under the weather. You leaned forward and slanted your lips against his, relishing in the warmth that spread throughout your body. Kyojuro brushed his knuckles against your cheeks and moved his lips with yours, sealing the sweet kiss.

“Just promise me that you’ll be safe.” You said quietly once the two of you had parted.

“For you, always.”

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erexart · 2 years

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Cause I knew you

Stepping on the last train

Marked me like a bloodstain

#rengoku kyojuro #rengoku x reader #as always feel free to make your own reader depictions since the y/n i drew here is my sona #rengoku senjurou #also i would love to read an angst fic that has this scenario above where reader one night took off with his haori thinking nobody is awake #but senjurou best boi lowkey is worried about them #rengoku x y/n #kny oc #kny x oc #kny x reader #kny x y/n #煉獄杏寿郎 #kimetsu no yaiba #oc #my art #tanaka izumi #rengoku x oc #kyo x izzy

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mirukosbitchywife · 2 years

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so hyperfixated on kyojuro rengoku every time i see him my skeleton starts vibrating. my teeth are chattering. i need him carnally i could give him everything he needs in life i can be his housewife we can steal senjuro and raise him. you guys will never understand me or my pain💔he's sweet boy number one i need to kiss his FACE

#rengoku kyojiro #kimetsu no yaiba rengoku #rengoku senjurou #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #demon slayer

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bestmitsurinistaever · 2 years

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⪩⪨.'¡Mitsuri ic𐐫ׁns.!'♡︎

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undermine-the-instinct · 1 year

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Title: There Is No Better

Synopsis: Senjurou is a rengoku, and he has to deal with the consequences of that. That doesn't mean he has to do it alone though.

Pt 1 is here folks

Warnings: Toxic parent relationship, one instance of physical parental abuse, self loathing thoughts, angst.

Notes: Not beta-read. Senjurou centric but reader is pregnant (wife to the late Kyojurou!). Senjurou calls reader Ane-ue, which is a respectful term for an older sister. Japanese honorifics are used.

Wc: 6.5k (it's a long one folks)

Senjurou Rengoku could not be better.

He could hardly force himself out of bed in the mornings, content to lay in his brother's futon as if his scent hadn't long been gone. He's ashamed to say his Ane-ue has, more than once, had to coax him out and get the day started.

But after that he follows the motions of a schedule ingrained. He makes sure to take a decent portion of Ane-ue's chores too.

For instance, he's taken to taking Father's meals to his door, instead of Ane-ue, and weathers his father's indifference or annoyance with a grace so far removed it feels more oft like pity.

He doesn't interact with his father much beyond this. It has been years, even before Ane-ue, since he begged his father to take care of himself.

He draws water from the well, he helps prepare the food and tea, he cleans, he trains, he sweeps the grounds, he does everything he is supposed to.

Everything feels so dull and gray.

There are some spots of color. Mitsuri-chan and Obanai-san visit, bearing enough food to feed a battalion, odd combinations that Mitsuri-chan says pregnant women are sure to love.

Ane-ue laughs and says she could hardly eat it all, to which Mitsuri-chan tells her she is now eating for two. Obanai-san urges more food on his plate, eyes soft and knowing.

Lord Tengen and his wives come over as well. His wives pat his hair and fix his collar and help with chores. They surround Ane-ue and coo over her belly and hug her when she cries. Lord Tengen affectionately rubs his shoulders, says he misses them too, so quietly he wonders if he imagines he spoke at all. They let him be sullen and brooding and silent, without trying to make him smile or laugh.

They understand that grief is a heavy weight not easily lifted.

Gyomei-san does not visit often, but they have tea and pray together when he does arrive. Sometimes he plays his flute, and sometimes he weeps with them. He has taught Senjurou how to make a whistle with a leaf, little songs to pass the time.

Shinobu-san is kind to, when they arrive for the weekly check ups she does for Ane-ue and the baby. She tells them they can visit whenever, stay for as long as they like. She gives them vitamins and daily exercises. She lets Senjurou cry on her shoulder and tells him she knows what losing an older sibling is like, the anger, the sorrow, the uselessness.

The uselessness.

Soft spined. Bystander. Weakling. Meek.

Just as you've always been.

Senjurou wishes all demons were dead already, so that it would be okay to live in the world with his kind of existence. So he could be meek, because his brother's legacy would be fulfilled, because there would be no demons to threaten his home.

Of course, he is a Rengoku. He knows how to wield a blade, and he knows he will defend his home if need be.

He just knows he won't be the first to do so.

He knows Ane-ue would draw her blade and be the first to defend her home, not keen on losing another, not ever again.

He knows that his father would drop his drunken stupor, and pick up the mantle as first defender to his home, because that is a mantle that he has never forgotten. Discarded, but never forgotten, like a book left in the corner to collect dust. Yellow paged and soft from old age and disuse, but there, a reminder.

Even the child in Ane-ue's womb would grow to hold a blade, to become a demon slayer and fight demons, to wear a flame patterned Haori just as his brother once did, just as his Ane-ue has done and will continue and will eventually pass down.

He can't do this. He is not built for this. He is candlelight, small and easily snuffed. He was not meant to burn a righteous tempest.

Days blend into one another, and he thinks. Or he doesn't think much at all, head so far gone in the clouds that he is hardly present. He stays by Ane-ue's side. Throughout the days, and throughout the nights.

Every week, once a week, Father leaves his room after dinner and lights the torch. He sets it up, bright and blazing, and he only leaves after Ane-ue has settled herself in front, eyes wide in the face of fire. Senjurou joins her, and he stalks off. After the allotted time is up, he returns to put out the flame. He sits with them in silence for a few moments, until Ane-ue's eyesight is no longer imprinted with flames, and they retire to bed.

Tonight, he sits by Ane-ue's side as she stares into a blazing torch, a hand on her growing belly. He counts. She blinks once every two minutes.

"You don't have to stay here. I know you're probably tired. Go to sleep, I'll be there shortly." But Senjurou just shakes his head.

"I will wait. I don't want to go to sleep alone." And that's how it is. They stare at the flame for the appropriate time, and Father takes it out and they go to bed, he and Ane-ue always Ani-ue's futon.

When the sun rises, there is a dread, sitting in his belly as always. Another day begins.

Senjurou has made his choice. He has not said it out loud or hardly put it together in his head, lest he be crushed under the weight of shame. But he knows Ane-ue knows. She knows when he does only the basics of their training, to keep his body flexible and in shape. How he could hardly stand to hold his bokken.

She knows and she says nothing. She only smiles at him each time, accepting and gentle. He wants to cry but he's gotten better at holding his tears back, at ignoring the bubbling tide.

It swells and he turns away.

He is sweeping the front of his house when a young man in a green and black checkered haori approaches his front step. He is holding his ribs and there is a wicked looking scar on his forehead, and a box strapped to his back.

His name is Tanjiro Kamado, and he asks him if he knows of his brother's passing.

Of course I know, he muses. It's the single most devastating thing that has ever happened to me.

Still, he knows his manners, and when the boy says that he is here on behalf of his brother, that he has come to deliver his final words, his heart jumps and he wants to drag the boy inside, shake him till the words fall out, scoop them out and hold them close to his chest, propriety be damned.

Ane-ue would kill him if he doesn't offer him some tea, at least.

"And what would that worthless fool have to say?"

Shinjuro Rengoku steps out, and Senjuro feels all his muscles tense.

"He had no talent. He was a worthless swordsman, and thus, his words are worthless too."

Kamado looks pale, his face is pasty and sheening with sweat, and his worry alternates between him and his father.

His father leans against the doors, and takes a swig from his jug.

"A person's talent is decided the day they are born. Either you're part of the blessed or you're just another piece of trash."

He shrugs.

"Kyojurou thought he was blessed when he was just another ordinary, useless fool. He kept reaching when I told him over and over again not to. So why wouldn't he end up dead?"

"Hold on! That's way too far. Please do not talk about him like that!"

Father doesn't even look at Kamado, but raises a brow.

"And who are you?"

"I am…with the Demon slayer corps!" Father makes a soundless 'ah' and nods.

"Another one of the masses."

"My name is Tanjiro Kamado! I've come to–"

"Deliver Kyojurou's last words, I heard you the first time. I recognize you."

"You do?" Father is bedraggled, and his face is covered in stubble, but his voice is the dead calm Senjurou fears before he explodes.

"Tanjiro Kamado and his demon sister. I've heard. I've also heard she's placid, but yet I still wonder why she hasn't been killed. A demon is a demon, and if you lack the spine just let some other bloke do the job then." Kamado jerks forward, and Senjurou is caught in the middle.

"Father, they are guests, so please–"

"Guests? Have you lost your–" he looks up, and his sentence is cut off, mouth hanging slightly open. The jug falls and shatters sour sweet on the ground.

"Those earrings…! I see what it is! Have you come to mock us, boy?"

"Father, what?" What?

"Those earrings, that hair and scar….You're a user of Sunbreathing aren't you? Did you come here to gloat?!"

"What are you talking about? Sunbreathing? Gloating? That's not what I came here for. Please listen–"

But Father rushed forward and with a quickness he hadn't used in years, pins Kamado down.

"Father please, stop this madness! Can't you see he's not well?!" Senjurou rushes, and grabs his arm, because he's scared of his Father but he can't let this continue, and he is promptly smacked away. There is a harsh sting to his nose, and he feels the wetness drip down. His eyes heat.

Father looks at him and scoffs.

"The tears, always with the tears. I told you I didn't want to see any more pathetic sniveling after the funeral, didn't I Senjurou?!"

"That's enough!" Kamado breaks out the hold (very impressive), and he doesn't look so pale with the red flush of anger across his face.

"Talking so ill about your first, striking your other son, do you not have a heart?"

"Don't get cocky boy!" Kamado helps him up while he tries to stem the flow.

"Your hair, your earrings, that scar. I read all about it in the book. The Sun breathing technique is the original, all other forms just mimic it! Cheap imitations!

"But I don't care if you can use sunbreathing, I don't care about whatever mission led you to my steps. My son was a worthless swordsman and a worthless slayer to put his faith in you and your sister. I won't make the same mistake he did." Father snarls, and Senjurou thinks of embers and dragon breath.

"What arrogance you have to show face here."

"Arrogance?" Kamado's eyes are wide and he steps forward. He trembles.

"What arrogance? I am desperate! I am racked with guilt and anger and sorrow because I could not save your son. I am ruined! I am Devastated! Can't you see how devastated I am?!" He looks close to pulling his hair out and his voice shakes. Senjurou trembles in turn.

"You're just…a miserable old man!" Senjurou isn't given to expletives but holy fuck this man is rushing towards his Father with his fists raised and that is not a good idea.

"Wait, my father is a former Hashira!" Father reaches, grabs him under the arm and raises his own fist–

The next moments happen almost in slow motion.

The shoji doors slam open, and a blur races. Ane-ue raises her hand, and she slaps Father so hard, his body tilts to the opposite side, and the subsequent crack! makes him cringe. And in the same move he used on Kamado, she pins Father to the ground.

"What former hashira? I would be the current Flame Hashira if I weren't pregnant!!"

Oh, Gods and Heavens above.

Father has enough sense to not resist or try to buck Ane-ue off, but Senjurou is having a heart attack, he and Kamado are frantic, urging her to get off.

She scoffs and does so, but she picks Father up the scruff of his neck and shakes him a little, like a puppy.

"This boy is barely older than Senjurou and you're trying to fight him like he's a grown man? What is wrong with you?"

"Okay, okay, I got it woman now get your hands off of me! Aren't you supposed to be resting, or something?"

"Aren't you supposed to be sober?" He shakes off Ane-ue's hold, and spends a good minute glaring at the Kamado boy, before Ane-ue smacks him upside the head.

"Get out of here already! I don't know what kind of funk you're in, but go walk it off. Shoo, shoo!" And she shoves him past the front gate, and when she returns, she is smiling a bit sheepishly and dusting her hands.

"I am so sorry for the commotion. Please, would you like to come inside for some tea?" Of course, Tanjiro Kamado accepts, and he is led inside the Rengoku family home.

"So those were the last words…my brother left behind." He stares down into his cup, half full. He can see Ane-ue, a few tears slipping silently down her cheeks. She wipes them away.

"He was valiant until the end. Thank you so very much." They both knelt, and Kamado quickly rushes to bow as well.

"No, no! Forgive me for coming short."

They rise, and his sister's eyes fall upon the box that Kamado set to his side. It moves, a small shuffle heard inside. Senjurou watches but Ane-ue smiles.

"We're a bit further inside, so I'm sure it would be alright to let your sister out of her box. I'm sure it's uncomfortable being cooped up inside all the time."

Kamado waved his hands, a polite smile on his face.

"Oh, we wouldn't want to impose."

She tilts her head.

"You're not imposing, I'm asking. In fact, I insist."

"We wouldn't want to unsettle you while you're in such a fragile state–"

With a creak, the box fell open. And with a tumble, Kamado Nezuko flops out, slowly growing to the size of an average girl. It is unnerving, it is unnatural, but Senjurou trusts his sister's judgment holds firm, months later. Still, his skin crawls.

Her flower pink eyes rove across the room, until she scoots towards her brother, who pats her. Kamado chuckles nervously.

"Well, there you have it. Welcome to the Rengoku estate, Nezuko-chan. You're the first demon we've ever had a guest." The demon girl blinks up at his Ane-ue, and Ane-ue smiles.

Nezuko sits up, and shuffles forward, her eyes fixed on his sister with soft focus. Ane-ue, despite her words, stiffens. He recognizes from the flare of her nostrils, flame breathing. He knows she hides a tantō in the folds of her clothing.

But Nezuko just rests her hands on her swelling belly. And after a moment, she smiles behind the gag. Ane-ue breathes, and strokes her hair. Ash and embers. Ash and embers. Senjurou shakes off the sparks.

"Thank you, anyways. You've taken a load off our minds. Father is always badmouthing my brother…I could never do anything. Thank you for coming all this way."

"It's all I could do, as his charge."

"Is that right?" Ane-ue asks.

"Yes! He accepted my comrades and I as his disciples on the train before we fought against the first demon. Though it was a mere few hours, he taught me plenty, and I'm sure he would have taught me well had he…survived." The mood falls back down, but it's a weight Senjurou is familiar with. He urges Kamado to pick up his cup.

"I also came here…because Rengoku-san said I might find an answer here, about my Hinokami Kagura, and Sun breathing."

"My Father said something of the sort, when you first arrived. Sun breathing. The first breath technique. I'm afraid I don't know much about it." They turn to Ane-ue, who purses her lips.

"Neither do I. Kyojurou never mentioned anything of the sort to me either. But if Rengoku-san spoke of it, he must know something."

"Rengoku-san said the answers might be found in the Flame Hashira chronicles."

"It might, Kyojurou only had the chance to read them briefly. He keeps them in the room but with your father gone…" A light flashed in her eyes, and she hurried Nezuko off her lap with a soft apology, shooting to her feet.

"Please, stay right here, I'll go get them." A breeze pushed their hair back as she flew out the room.

Senjurou looks at Kamado, who looks at him, and they smile awkwardly. Kamado beckons his sister, but she stays in place, looking at him. It is hard for Senjurou to feel relaxed with a demon mere feet away, staring sunset pink into his face, but he tries not to fidget.

Luckily the moment doesn't last that long because Ane-ue flies back in, an old book in her hands. She shakes her head as she shuts the shoji doors, stray hairs stirring in the wind.

"Ha, new record. You wouldn't believe the mess in there. I cleaned it three days ago, he ruined it in that little amount of time?" She shakes her head again and hands the book gingerly to Kamado.

"Is what you want to find in here?"

All three of them gasp as he opens the book. The cover was intact, and the book was soft from old age. But the book, it was destroyed; the pages were torn and ruined, hardly eligible.

"How…?"

"Was it like this from the start?"

"No, the Flame Hashira Chronicles are stored very carefully. I believe it was my Father who tore those pages. I'm so sorry." Senjurou is mortified. All that history, all that knowledge, just destroyed?

But, isn't he doing the same thing?

"Are there any copies? Or anything you can tell me?" Kamado turns his gaze to Ane-ue, whose face falls.

"I wasn't born into the Rengoku household. If I had become a Flame Hashira then perhaps I could've… I'm so sorry. You came all this way only to learn nothing useful." She hangs her head.

But Kamado shakes his head, his red brown trusses.

"It's alright, please do not worry. I'm going to train harder, that's what I need to do.

"I know how to perform the dance, but I have not yet mastered the Hinokami Kagura. I physically cannot keep up with it. I can't will my body to move the way I want it to. That's my fault, my low stamina is to blame. That's what I need to work on."

Ane-ue's eyes sparked back to life, and she stood on her feet in a flash. Even in her precocious state, her breath still sparked with flames.

"Maybe we can't help you with your dance, or sunbreathing, but we can help with your training. Kyojurou often made training logs, what he could improve on, increasing strength or stamina or speed. I'm sure that could help you too! Let me go look for it!" And she rushed out the room before anyone could say anything.

Senjurou blinks back his shock, and turns back to the Kamado siblings. He feels the awkwardness start to seep back in. He doesn't really speak to people near his age often enough.

Nezuko is (still) looking at him, head now in her brother's lap. The bamboo gag in her mouth bobbed, as if she were trying to say something, but she just leans into her brother's hand.

"Thank you, for all your help and kindness so far." Senjurou looks at the young man, his eyes kind and grateful.

"It is no problem, it is the least we can do." He shakes his head.

"I want- I need to get stronger quickly, so I can protect more people. I can't, the way I am now. If I had been stronger that day, to just…snap my fingers and be powerful enough in an instant to save Rengoku…"

Me too, he thinks, me too.

"But there is no such method. All I can do is struggle. No matter how grueling or frustrating it is, it's all I can do. I have to move forward. I'm not just fighting for my sake." He looked to his sister, content under his hand.

"I know the consequences of failure. I can't suffer from them again. I can't." Senjurou feels the tears falling down his face. Only it didn't feel like a tide, pulling him under. More like the ocean, lapping at him in soft waves.

"My nichirin sword never changed color. Nichirin swords only change after you've acquired a set amount of skills, but mine never did. No matter how hard I trained, it just never did. And I suppose its because…. I never had the will or drive. So I took that as proof of my inherent failure, as a Rengoku. I've always been too meek, too soft and non confrontational. A failure in my father's eyes."

"...I don't regret trying to headbutt him. No, I regret not headbutting him."

That startled a laugh out of him, it was so sudden.

"What would that have accomplished?"

"That would have made everyone feel better."

"Not my father." Kamado shrugs.

"He deserves it." He laughed again, but it had a bitter tinge.

"Well, normally, I would have trained under my brother and become his Tsuguko, a Hashira in reserve. Ane-ue has taken that position, though she's had to take leave for her pregnancy. And I…"

Red eyes flash in his memory. He sighs, weary. He is so tired.

"I'm going to forget about being a swordsman, and try to be useful to others in some other way. Since Ane-ue is not blood related, the Flame Hashira line will be broken, and our long history will no doubt be damaged. But I'm sure that my brother…will forgive me."

His voice cracks. He could perfectly envision it; the warm sturdy presence of his brother, and when he turns to look, a smile. Benevolent and kind. That would be his response, no doubt.

His heart breaks a little.

He feels a hand to his head, and startles up, blinking into pearl pink eyes. Nezuko strokes his head, once, twice, before patting his cheek with a warm palm, careful with her nails.

He didn't think a demon's hands would be this soft.

"Do what you feel is right." Tanjiro Kamado has a gleam in his eyes as he takes in the two of them, something warm and sorrowful, like nostalgia.

He smiled. "If anyone tries to badmouth you, I'll headbutt them!"

"And I'll punch them!" Ane-ue burst through the shoji doors, and the boys jump. Senjurou has to reach out to steady the table. Nezuko is the only one nonplussed, patting his back as if in comfort.

"Sorry, that took so long. But here! I'm sure these would help you." Three journals she handed to Tanjiro-kun, and he quickly flipped through them, smiling up at her in gratitude.

"Yes, yes, this will surely help. Thank you so much!!"

"It's the least we can do. And Senjurou?" He knows that tone. He looks up at his sister, but her gaze is more kind than stern. She cut no corners.

"Why did you never tell me you felt this way?"

Senjurou wants to look away, but he doesn't dare.

"....Because you would have denied it, and I don't deserve it."

Her eyes burn.

"'Don't deserve it'? Senjurou–"

"But it's true, is it not?" He's not one to cut off his Ane-ue, but he feels like he is suddenly being swept up into a frenzy.

"I've been training, but my sword has never changed color. I don't have as much stamina or speed or strength as any other slayer. I don't have any other qualities I can turn into strengths, like Mitsuri-chan, to make up for my shortcomings. Even with my brother gone…I can't even turn that into a strength. I'm weak."

He thinks of flower pink eyes and calloused hands, and the work that they do, the tragedy that went into both. He has callouses on his hands too, but not like those. Not like those.

She hums.

"There are those that live up to expectations, like your father before, and surpass them, like Kyojurou. There are slayers that take their pain and use it to fuel their strength. Like Lady Shinobu, Or Sanemi-San, or dozens of other slayers. Or, they use their love, like Mitsuri-chan, Oyakata-sama. But one of the things that we all have in common, besides our despair over the world, is love for it." Her eyes don't stray.

"And love for the people in it. Both the ones still here and the ones that have passed." She moves to sit and Senjurou helps her settle down smoothly. She grabs his hands and squeezes.

"The Demon Slayer Corps is a movement that spans generations, we are driven by hope and love, and passion. And all our anger, and all our sorrow. All those centuries worth of emotions is what inspires and guides us."

She moves her gaze, and Senjurou finds the Kamado siblings at the end of it.

"But the problem with a movement that lasts generations, is that the trauma also lasts generations. More people are hurt. Some people are just born tired. Angry. They give themselves over to any cause that accepts them, and that's how they fall through the cracks. They're taken from their homes and families. Children become fodder, or demons, or slayers.

"A movement that lasts generations means the hurt is allowed to spread for generations. And as a Slayer, it is my duty and honor to fight against this sickness. Sometimes, the only way to get rid of the sickness is to burn it with fire. And some people throw themselves into that fire. If it keeps the flames burning, so be it. If it keeps the sickness from spreading, as it should. If I'm the last, then let it be. Just like Kyojurou. Just like me, when the time should ever arise. Its not a matter of if, Senjurou, its when."

Ane-ue sighs, and she suddenly looks so tired. It's not the dark circles under eyes, or the slight stray hairs, or the frown on her face. Her face is smooth, the crows feet at the corner of her eyes fading from the absence of laughter. The calluses on her hands are starting to fade. She is still so young.

Her voice croaks as she speaks. She clears her throat.

"But what is left over after the hurt? After the world has been burnt and salted? Who's going to rebuild the towns and houses and roads? Patch all the wounds? Who's going to stitch the clothing, or cook breakfast in the morning?" Senjurou doesn't know he is weeping until she smiles at him and it's blurrier than usual, and he would feel embarrassed if Tanjiro-kun wasn't weeping with him.

"And some people are born soft. And that's a good thing. I think that's so good. I would hate for my baby to be born in a home where soft is a bad thing. Because if humans could harness the power of our anger and hatred, Demons would have been eradicated already. But all we have is our desperation and hope and love, and we have to prove that's enough" Her tears fall when she strokes her belly.

"That's why I have so much hope for you two. It's why Kyojurou and I chose to pick up the blade. To protect you, and all that is like you."

"But it's not supposed to be like that." He cries.

"I'm supposed to be a Rengoku. I'm supposed to be better. I have a legacy to uphold and I'm failing that. I'm just…" He chokes.

"Senjuru, there is no better. You are my brother and that brings me so much joy because you are you." She shuffles closer, and draws him to her side with an arm around his shoulders.

"I was supposed to be something else too. I was supposed to be so many things, things I thought I wanted and some I definitely didn't. But I'm glad I'm here now. I'm glad I married your brother. I'm glad I'm your sister and I'm glad I'm going to be a mother. I'm not glad so many things went wrong, but I'm happy with who I am, and where I ended up. I'm so happy you're here too. And I know Kyojurou would be happy with you as you are, and as you will be, whoever you choose to be. He wouldn't want you to berate yourself like this."

"He's gone now. I'm supposed to protect you. I'm supposed to take care of you." She huffed a laugh.

"I think he left us to care for each other, and that includes your Father too. I miss him too, Senjurou," and now her voice fully breaks.

"Every moment of every day and night. But the world has to go on, and we have to live with the hurt."

"I just feel so small." His face crumbles and she draws him tighter.

"And that's fine too. Not every night needs to be burned away with fire. Sometimes, we just need a candle to guide us through it. "

"Set your heart ablaze." Three heads turned to Tanjiro-kun, who was wiping his tears away unsuccessfully.

"That is what Rengoku-san told me. No matter how devastated you may be by your own weakness or uselessness, grit your teeth and look ahead, because the world isn't going to stop and wait for you.

"I keep those words in my heart and use it to strive forward. The world is always moving, and often cruel. But I think it's good also…to have love for it. For what good is there. So I will keep my kindness. I will keep my soft heart. Even if others say that it's my weakness, that it's useless. Which I don't understand because wouldn't you want someone to be kind to you, especially at your worst? Especially when your time comes?

"That's why, before I am a demon slayer, " he looks at his sister, his tears like raindrops.

"I'm an older brother. I'm the eldest son. And this is what my family has taught me. I will keep it."

"What does it say to all my predecessors if I chose to keep my 'softness', if it means forsaking my history?" Senjurou mumbles.

Tanjiro-kun shrugs.

"What does it say to the living if you don't? To your brother's memory? The world is full of cruel things. I've already seen too much of it. I want there to be soft places too." Tanjiro-kun smiles, fragile.

"I think you could be one of them. I think you should."

"Kyojurou would always speak so happily about returning home to you on every one of our joint missions," his sister mumbles into his hair.

"I think you already were, long before any of us knew."

"Ane-ue and I will restore the Flame Hashira Chronicles ourselves. I will also ask my Father, and send you word of anything through our crow."

The early sunset made his red brown hair shine like molten coals, his eyes as soft and kind as summer. Looking at him reminded Senjurou of an ocean horizon, shining and crested with golden froth.

"You are kind, Senjurou-kun. Thank you, and your sister, for your help and hospitality." He bowed. Senjurou laughed, a little scoff.

"I should be thanking you, for bringing my brother's last words to us. You were kind to defend me, and I am grateful. I'm...glad I got the chance to meet you, to talk to you. Please get home safely."

A nod, an adjustment of the box on his shoulders, and Tanjiro turned to leave. Senjurou gathered his courage.

"Wait, Tanjiro-kun. Here." His brother's nichirin sword guard lay in the cloth, polished to a shine.

Ane-ue pressed it into his hands with a watery smile, a knowing look shared between them, and pushed him towards Tanjiro-kun when it was time to leave.

Without the sword guard, Ani-ue's sword would need a new one, if it was ever going to see battle again. But Senjurou knew that Ane-ue would never have the heart to replace such an integral piece of his sword.

It would be laid to rest, finally.

"I…! Surely I can't accept something as valuable as this!"

He pressed it insistently into his hands, holding it before…letting go.

"I want you to take it with you. I'm sure it will protect you."

"...If I must. Thank you." He waved him off till he disappeared in the distance, and stood there against the red sky, breathing in, out. Finally, he stepped inside.

Father had already returned, thankfully without a fuss. The alcohol must have quelled his rage for the time being. Better now then never.

Kneeled in proper seiza. Hands in lap. Back straight. Voice neutral, to avoid any dispute.

"Our guest has already left, Father." The sweet sharp smell of sake must have sunk into the wood of the floor, because his father's room always smelt of it. He knew few people could tolerate the scent, and he once found it unbearable, but his nose grew accustomed. It was a mess just like his sister said.

"...Tanjiro Kamado. And his demon sister."

"Nezuko Kamado." His father's eyes cut to him, and he jolted, a little.

"A demon is a demon. It doesn't have a name. And you let it into our home?"

"...I trust that Ane-ue's and my brother's judgment still holds firm all this time later." He thinks of soft hands. Calloused hands. Both so kind.

His father scoffs, turns away again.

"Your sister's brain is muddled. Too many...events for her to handle. And what good are the words of a deadman when they go against everything he supposedly lived for? All those years struggling and despairing, becoming a hashira, killing countless demons. Now you make exceptions for one? Why, because it never killed a human?"

Hm. It's the first time Father really acknowledged his brother. It was odd. It left a sour tang in his mouth. His brother should have heard this, not him.

"I trust their judgment." He scoffed again, and rested his cheek against his hand. He sipped from the jug.

"Tanjiro-kun came to give us my brother's final words. He had some for you. They–"

"What do I care about that? It's probably just his gripes about me. I don't want to hear what I already know."

"But Father–"

"Don't make me repeat myself Senjurou." Senjurou pushes because he has to.

"But my brother's words–"

Father shoots up, shadowed by the sunset at his back. His eyes, rimmed red, keep Senjurou pinned, the words sitting on his tongue, heavy.

"....Get out of my room Senjurou." He doesn't look to see if he has. He just turns away, knowing that he will.

And he almost does. He's done it before. But if he ever was a Rengoku, if he was ever his brother's brother, he wouldn't leave his Father here.

"...'Take care of yourself, Father.'

"Those were the only words my brother left for you, Father. I'll be going now." There was no response as he shut the door, and he didn't linger to hear anything else. Let him have his moment of grief, reflection, whichever.

Ane-ue was serving dinner. She looks up and smiles, and he smiles back, taking the spoon from her. They eat in silence. And retire to bed in silence.

There are some spots of color. Giyuu-san visits, and he is so quiet that Senjurou can't help but see a man immobile in his awkwardness. A kind man, kind enough to spare a demon and give up his life for brother and sister, and his sister likes to tease him.

Sanemi-san never sends any letters, even after they've been encouraged to write to him. First out of courtesy, then acquaintanceship, then friendship. He sends boxes of mochi, tea, sweet fruit and toys for children. Senjurou doesn't know if the toys are for him or for the baby.

A few weeks after Tanjiro-kun visits he wakes up, next to his sister with an odd feeling. She is sleeping and he is pressed to her front and he feels it again, just under his ribs. His eyes widen.

The baby kicks his ribs again and again throughout the night, and he stays up to feel them. His eyes tear up a little, (from the pain, of course, they're strong, they are Rengoku after all), and he wonders what their name will be.

Tanjiro-kun writes too. He includes stories of a Zenitsu and Inosuke, or yellow boy and boar-head boy, as his brother had called them. He laughs so hard at these stories he cries, and he doesn't care if his Father hears and gets annoyed, because the first time he did that and every time he does it after his sister smiles like she just saw the sun again after a long winter. She asks him to read them to her and she laughs too, and then she jolts and holds her belly, a grin at her lips when they kick. (Senjurou seriously doesn't know how she can smile with getting her ribs kicked in from the inside. It hurt from the outside with him.)

Father…writes more often. He is more a brooding silent then a seething silent nowadays, and he doesn't glare as often. He is helping them restore the Flame Hashira chronicles. He helps Ane-ue or himself cook, or just does it himself sometimes. Supervised by Ane-ue of course, he hasn't cooked in years after all. He even ruffled Senjurou's hair one time, as they passed each other in the halls. He helps with the chores and goes out to get supplies for them. He helps Ane-ue put on her shoes on family walks, and Senjurou feels a little like a scab, tender and healing.

Every week, once a week, Father leaves his room after dinner and lights the torch. He sets it up, bright and blazing, and he stays. They talk, low under the crackling of fire. Senjurou wonders if this brings back memories for him, of a mother Senjuro hardly remembers.

Tonight, he sits by Ane-ue's side as she stares into a blazing torch, a hand on her growing belly. He counts. She blinks once every two minutes.

"It's so late. Why don't you two go to bed? I can take out the fire myself."

"...Ruka and Kyojurou would yell at me from beyond the grave if I left you here."

"If they aren't already. You nearly burnt the house down cooking dinner tonight."

Senjurou pops in.

"To be fair, he's hardly cooked in years. Only the food was burnt tonight, at least, and that's the best case scenario."

"....Stare at the flames so we can go to bed already." Senjurou smiles. He hasn't flinched in months.

There are still days he wakes up, cold and gray. Ane-ue still weeps when he or Father help her into her shoes when she can't bend down anymore.

But in the morning there is breakfast, and chores, and a letter waiting to be replied to. There is a lightness in his chest that feels like ocean froth, like wind in a whistle, grass growing out of stone, a warmed hearth, a new name being chosen. He has made his decision.

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c1gtx · 2 years

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You woke up to someone stroking your hair, open your eye just a little to see, you saw one of your locks fumble in the fingers of the man next to you. "Morning." He said in a hushed voice, "I made some breakfast." A smile formed on his mouth as the hair fell from his hand next to your head like a waterfall falling into a pool. You smiled at him back, sitting up on your arms, "Morning." You mumbled out, yawning. You weren't ever really a morning person. You stretched as he left the bed to go plate you guys up.

You put on your demon slayer outfit then ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Good morning,love." He said to you as you entered the kitchen. He flipped a pancake. You took a seat at the table and started eating as he sat down with you. "I have the day off." He said as he smiled. "Well I don't." You said as you placed another piece of pancake in your mouth. "Oh, well then." He said as he chuckled." I guess I'll see ya when you get home." You smiled at him and he smiled back.

Yeah, no. He ended up going on a mission with you. He didn't have to. He wanted to. So here you guys are, resting in a hotel room. Him holding you close. In his arms. "I love you." He said into the top of your head. You mumbled a mhm.

The next morning when you guys left you saw Tanjiro and his gang at the train station. Funny, you guys were here to take down a demon moon. Must be here to accompany you. On the train you and Rengoku ordered some food. He liked it a lot! So he had another. And another. And another. Annnnd another. "Hey, Rengoku-sama.." Tanjuro popped up. The only response he got was delicious. Everything out was a blur. You remember a demon, a man clipping your ticket, passing out, then here you are now. Standing on top of a train with Tanjiro. You guys kept slicing the head off but it wouldn't work. But finally when it did you ran up to Rengoku. But it wasn't over yet, because that's when he came.

You held him, a dead disbelieving smile on your face. It all happened too fast. You couldn't even cry, the world had gone still. All the noise stopped. He went cold. The whole world had gone cold.

Even the sweat you woke up in. You were screaming but you couldn't hear yourself, or the calming voice of your husband. You looked over at him and clawed at his back while you wailed. He held You as he did all the time. You told him everything, and he assured you that it would all be fine and that nothing would happen to him. So you guys held each other as you two went back to sleep.

The next morning you guys boarded a train because there were reports of people going missing on the train and demon sightings.

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13rurururi · 10 months

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Hello!! May I ask for a Regonku Kyojuro x reader?

Where Kyojuro survives but his body is covered in scars from the battle, even his face, and he feels a tad bit insecure about it but reader is there to make sure he feels loved, kissing his scars and overall showering the Flame Hashira in love and care

Even the Brightest Flames Flicker [Rengoku Kyoujurou x gn!Reader]

Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujurou x gender neutral! Reader (SFW)

Synopsis: After the arduous and intensive battle against the Upper Moon, it was a staggering miracle that the Flame Hashira even survived to see another day. However, his survival came with the consequence of lifelong physical and emotional scars. Perhaps, you — his lover — can help in setting his heart ablaze once more.

I. When flames nearly shrivel, we only grow colder. Please, let the warmth last longer.

"Rengoku Kyoujurou is on the brink of death after an encounter with Upper Moon 3!"

Your Kasugai crow's loud squawks painfully tore through your ears; simultaneously, you felt pure dread weigh down on your shoulders — heavy, hot, and suffocating. Bile rose up your throat, but you forced your legs to run towards the direction of the gliding crow.

Kyoujurou. Kyoujurou. Kyoujurou.

Your mind was numb, and the only comprehensive thought was the bright smile of your lover. Oh, god. The thought of the life draining from his eyes sent a tsunami of tears to fall from your face, carried away by the wind as your legs burnt from your unending sprint.

Panting, gasping, and silently sobbing, you reached the Demon Slayer Corps Headquarters and hurriedly stumbled towards the medical wing where you vehemently hoped you would find your lover alive. Before you could burst through the room dedicated for intensive care, a Kakushi grasped your shoulder and gently called your name,

"Rengoku-san is alive, but he's still in critical condition; we need to let the doctors ensure his survival. Please, sit down for a moment."

As if the comforting hand on your shoulder brought you back to Earth, you were unable to do anything but fall to the floor and sob.

Kyoujurou, please don't leave me.

II. There will always be those that stomp on flames to keep them from setting ablaze.

Two months — Kyoujurou was enveloped in a deep coma for two torturous months. You never missed a single day visiting his room, carrying flowers that inevitably withered by his bedside table. Occasionally, you'd bring him a variety of his favorite foods: beef bento boxes, udon noodles, and whatnot. You deeply hoped that the scent could awake him from his vegetative state, so he could once again eat meals he would call "Delicious!" with every bite. Eating alone never felt so painfully quiet before.

Senjurou, his younger brother, also diligently visited alongside you. Both of you shared lighthearted stories about Kyoujurou with unshed tears. Their father, on the other hand, remained in their abode, drowning his anger (and worries) with alcohol.

"That weak brat! He's incapacitated and done for in the world of Demon Hunters! Maybe once he wakes up and looks in the mirror, he'd understand just how incompetent he is. He better quit!"

You knew, deep in your heart, that his father didn't mean such harsh words; however, your hot tears and sorrowful heart only led to a nearly-violent argument with the former Flame Hashira. Thank goodness for Senjurou, who led you away from the man you tried to bring with you to visit his unconscious son.

After two months of your hazy routine veiled by a dissipating hope, Kyoujurou opened his eyes.

"He's awake! The Flame Hashira is awake!"

A Kakushi intercepted you on your way to his room, and the news was enough to shake you to your core, resulting in a discarded bento box left lying on the floor. You ran with a newfound hope burning in your heart. He's awake — he's alive!

"Kyoujurou! Kyoujurou!" You choked out nearly incomprehensible cries of his name, rushing to his bedside where he was miraculously sitting up. You tried to urge him to lie back down, but he gently refused, placing a cold hand on your tear-stained cheek. His hands were so uncharacteristically cold. You fought back a new wave of tears when you recalled the many times you snuggled into him for warmth; now, you hoped you could provide him a sliver of the sunshine he gifted you.

"I'm alright," he croaked out; his normally booming voice was reduced to a broken tune, making you melt into him further, enveloping him in an embrace. Your sobs were broken yet relieved, and you were thankful for the survival of your beloved Kyoujurou. Little did you know, flames can't instantly recover from being nearly extinguished.

III. We can keep the flame burning by basking in its warmth.

Kyoujurou's smiles didn't feel the same after he rose from his coma; he still had a wide grin plastered on his face, and he jovially praised each bite of his meals — just like old times. However, there's a subtle tension that weighed on your shoulders, and you couldn't pinpoint the source of such worries until you saw Kyoujurou staring at his reflection on a hand mirror.

You watched him, unnoticed, from the doorway as he dragged a calloused finger across the left side of his face, tracing the wound that rendered his eye useless. The twitch of his eyebrows and the slight shiver of his fingers could have been missed by anyone, but not you.

You are his lover, after all, and you would adore him no matter what state he found himself in. You knew he felt the same for you, and that's what made your love special and strong: it was undeniably unconditional.

You were going to help him set his heart ablaze once again. He was only human, after all. While your lover had impeccable emotional resilience and an amazing outlook on what makes life worth it, you knew he had ups-and-downs, just like any other human being fighting in this cursed war.

You were going to show him that all parts of him — the bright, the bubbly, the scarred — deserve the love you were going to pour out of your soul.

IV. No one can ever stop you from setting your heart ablaze.

Rengoku called out to you, a quizzical look on his face. For the past few days, he sensed a slight difference in your behavior towards him. Somehow, you'd grown to be more gentle, more caring, and more loving than ever (which he didn't think was possible, since you were — in his eyes — the epitome of overflowing compassion). Somehow, he felt guilty for keeping you busy with tending to his daily needs.

"Is there something going on?" He asked you with his unwavering, piercing gaze. You didn't feel the need to put on a cloak of secrecy and decided that it was time to properly communicate with your lover. You sat on a chair next to his bed and said,

"I love you so much."

"I — I love you, too! So much," Kyoujurou answered abruptly with a lopsided smile and a slightly bewildered gaze at your sudden declaration. "But, darling, is something bothering you? Am I becoming a burden—"

"Hold that thought! Rengoku Kyoujurou, you will never, ever, be even a minuscule annoyance to me. I love you so much, and it's just that I noticed how you recently look sadder." You trailed off at the end of your sentence, grabbing his hand as you rubbed his palm with your thumb.

You explained to him that you caught him staring at the reflection of his wound across his face; sometimes, you also caught him holding a shaky palm to his stomach where a massive scar was bound to develop. You told him with absolute certainty that each and every injury was a sign of his strength and resolve to protect all the innocent people that rode the Mugen Train.

"They all survived!" You would drill it into his head until he understood how loved and appreciated he is. "Tanjiro and his friends have sent countless letters asking about you, telling me that they wouldn't have survived without you. You are amazing."

With each word you spoke came a kiss that gently fluttered on Kyoujurou's bandaged wounds. Your grip on his scarred hands were so tight, you felt blood pump at the tips of your fingers. You only wished that your lover could feel just how impactful and eternal his flames are.

Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.

Each tender movement from you felt like heaven's caress, and Kyoujurou felt tears silently pour out of his eye. You moved to place your lips on his wounded face, gently whispering an 'I love you.' He may have been the Flame Hashira, but you were the pure embodiment of a comforting fire, set ablaze to light his path towards happiness and strength once again. Slowly, the flickering sparks in his heart grew hotter.

Before you could kiss his injured eye once again, he moved his head to place his lips on yours, initiating a soft, loving kiss that made you shed tears of overwhelming emotion.

He moved his head to gaze at you with the most gentle, loving expression you had ever seen. You stopped yourself from falling into incoherent sobbing once more and declared to him,

"Kyoujurou, you've been living your entire life to protect the weak. For once, please let us protect you while you rest and recover. The people you have touched with your flame will embark on this journey with you — with us."

You placed your lips against his forehead ever-so-gently, your hand rubbing light circles on his wounded back.

"Your flames have branded themselves into the souls of those you have saved. So please, for once, save yourself first."

Your touches, your soothing voice, and your heartfelt words moved Rengoku Kyoujurou's entire soul. Perhaps, with you, he can conquer any battle and any scar that is etched onto his being. After all, you are the center of his heart that burned with unconditional love for you.

You truly were the spark that helped set his heart ablaze.

A/N: Here's my first Rengoku fanfic (first angst here on my blog, too). Boy, do I miss him a lot, and I just finished reading the KNY manga this afternoon. Anyway, thanks for the request! I hope you guys enjoyed some angst-to-comfort.

My requests are still open for anyone interested. (Yes, I will be writing about Haganezuka next; I miss him already).

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nymphoheretic · 1 year

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Synopsis: You give your beloved husband, Kyoujuro a wonderful surprise for his birthday.

Warnings: Daddy kink, clit slapping (just one), Breeding kink, mentioning of pregnancy, food play, fingering, oral (f recieiving), light choking, unprotected sex, established relationship, cute nicknames, edging, dirty talking, dacryphilia, cervix fucking, creampie

Word count: 4k

Pairing: Kyoujuro Rengoku x Fem!reader

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Kyoujuro never really liked celebrating his birthday. His birthday reminded him too much of his late mother as her birthday was the day before his. It was not until he met you and made you his wife did he start to enjoy his birthday again.

You brought such joy to his heart every year. Each year you would come up with a surprise for him, each one more exciting than the last. So, for the first time in a long time, he was excited for his birthday. He hurried home after the Hashira meeting so that he could see what you had planned for him.

You had just finished putting the last touches on your surprise for your husband when you heard the front door open. You quickly closed the door behind you as you saw him round the corner. Greeting him with a smile, you said. “Welcome home, my love.”

You stood on your tiptoes, placing your hands on his shoulders to press a sweet kiss to his lips. You sighed when he in turn wrapped his arms around your waist and deepened the kiss. A moan vibrated in your chest as his tongue swept inside your mouth.

He massaged your tongue with his own before you gently pushed him away. “Slow down, Kyou.” You tapped him on the nose. “I have the bath heated for you. Go on and bathe while I get things ready.”

He pouted as he let his beautiful wife leave his arms. Kyoujuro was really curious as to what you had planned for this year. Tempted to peer into the dinning room where everything was set up, he flinched when you yelled at him to not peek and go take a bath. Crossing his arms over his chest, he grumpily walked down the wall to the bathhouse. “She could’ve offered to join me.”

“Already took one before you came.” you giggled as you leaned back against the door as you avoided Kyoujuro attempting to spoil his surprise like he’s been doing for the past couple of birthdays. You slid the door open just a bit to make sure that he was indeed gone before walking back to the kitchen.

You smiled at the large array of food items. You had made his favorite dinner and had prepared a little special dessert for him. You made sure your yukata was tied shut tightly as you walked over to the large cake you had made.

Grabbing the piping bag, you finished writing his name on bright red letters. “There!” you smiled down at your handiwork. This was going to be the best birthday surprise ever for your husband. He deserved the world and more, especially after yesterday.

You recalled the solemn look on his face as he and his father and brother visited his mother’s grave, decorating the headstone in flowers. You stood by his side and held his hand as he said his piece to her, whispering his farewells and happiest of birthdays to his beloved mother.

You comforted him and Senjurou the best you could by making them baked sweet potatoes and giving them cuddles like their mother did as they wept silently into your shoulders. You also tried to comfort your father-in-law, but as usual he brushed you off. So, you left him his favorite sake at his door.

But today was all about your wonderful husband and you were determined to make this day a happy memory for him like you’ve been doing since you started dating all those years ago. You could hear his footsteps walking back down the hall, letting you know that he had finished with his bath and was coming back to the dining area. You quickly slipped out of the room to greet him with a warm smile. “You ready for your surprise, my love.”

Kyoujuro wrapped his arm aorund yourr waist, pulling you closer to him with hand large hand pressed against the small of your back. “You’ve already made my day so much better by just being here with me, my fireball.” He breathed in your scent as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “You smell nice. New perfume?” He brushed his lips against your throat, making you sigh out his name.

You gently pushed him away with a smile. “No. Your surprise first, Kyou.” you giggled when he pouted. Turning around, you slid the door open and called out “Surprise.” you grinned as his eyes widened at your hard work.

You had managed to transform the entire dining room into a replica of the starry sky without having to open up the roof. You had many small lights placed in very accurate constellalions. You grabbed his hand and pulled him inside and motioned to the various constellations You made. “There’s Gemini, Taurus, and Leo.” you pointed to the small cluster of lights that made up each group of stars.

“This...this is beautiful, my love. Truly it is.” Kyoujuro breathed. His eyes could not stop staring at your beautiful craftsmanship. How you managed to do this was remarkable. It was like he was surrounded by the stars in the skies. You really outdid yourself this time.

He turned towards you and pulled you into his arms and kissed you passionately, his tongue sliding against yours. Kyoujuro tugged at the obi tied at your waist. He growled when you swatted his hands away. “Little one...”

Your body shivered when he growled out that name. It was the name he called you when he wanted you beneath him. “You gotta eat first. I didn't slave over a hot stove all day for you to not at least try some of the things I cooked.” you tapped him gently on the nose before retying your obi. You led him to his seat at the table and made him sit down. “I’ll be back with your plate.”

You went into the kitchen and fixed him a quick dinner because you knew how frustrated he was becoming. You were wearing a thin robe that barely hid anything and you had sprayed your body down with a new perfume that seemed to awaken a beast within him. You walked back, set the plate in front of him and watched as his eyes widened.

“You learned how to make my mother’s dish?” He whispered softly as he stared down at the food on the plate. His heart swelled with love for you. You were truly an angel his mother had sent to him from heaven. His eyes misted over as he took that first bite. It tasted almost exactly how his mother made it. Kyoujuro looked over to you, who was smiling softly at him, “You’re an angel, my darling. I’m so lucky to have you.”

You smiled at him, your face warming a little at the snecereity of his words. “I only want you to feel nothing but happiness everyday, but especially on this day since it was such a sad day for you in the past.” You walked over to him and rubbed his shoulders, easing out all the tension and stress that had built up in them. Once he was fully relaxed and almost finished with his food, you went back into the kitchen to grab dessert.

Kyoujuro’s heart was truly touched. Not only did his wife manage to simulate his favortire thing, you also managed to copy his favorite dish his mother made him often. He wiped at the corner of his eye. He did not deserve someone so precious, but he was not going to give you up to no one.

He turned to look at you as you brought out a tray filled with various items. He quipped a brow as you walked past him to set the tray down on the table. His breath caught up in his throat as his eyes widened when you faced him.

You hid a smile as Kyoujruo’s jaw dropped when he saw what you were hiding under your robe. You leaned in and lifted his jaw with a finger, your breasts nearly spilling out of the red lace bra you wore. “See something you like, Kyou?” you giggled as you straddled his lap and sat down, running your fingers though his hair. “Because it’s time for your dessert.” you grabbed his fork and took a piece of the cake onto it and held it out to him.

Flame colored eyes narrowed as he leaned forward to take the offered piece, but he nudged it with his lips purposely and made it fall onto your chest. “Oops...” He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulled you closer while making your chest stick out more.

“I need to clean my mess up.” His tongue slid out of his mouth and licked at the sweet tasting frosting that smeared over your breasts. He scooped some of the cake into his mouth while lapping at the creamy confection. “So sweet.”

You opened your mouth in a silent moan as his wet muscle licked over your tits. You curled your fingers into his hair to hold his head in place. His fingers came up and tugged at one of the cups of your bra as his other hand reached for something behind me.

You jumped when something cold dripped down my breasts. You then saw that Kyoujuro had grabbed the ice cream and poured some of the melted liquid onto your flesh, his tongue quickly following the path it took. He quickly sucked the nipple he freed into his mouth as he tugged the other cup down to play with the other.

“Ah~” you cried out, pressing your hips down into his.

He licked up the drippings of the ice cream from your tantalizing breasts before moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth, fingers tugging and playing with the other one. The sweet taste of the creamy liquid made your skin even more delicious under his tongue.

Kyoujuro swirled his wet muscle over the pebbled bud, pressing it against the roof of his mouth as he released it with a wet “pop” “Delicious.” He hummed as he lifted you off his lap and laid you down on the table. At your confused look, he said. “You said it was time for dessert? I’m having you for dessert.”

You opened your mouth to protest. But a soft moan replaced my words as his fingers slid over your clothed heat. “Kyou~” You whined out when he sat back down and reached for the cake and ice cream. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he placed the items down next to your body. You watched with bated breath as Kyoujuro placed his cool hands on your thighs before gliding his fingers down to your panties.

You lifted your hips so that he could slide them off. felt my face heat with a blush when he brought them to his nose, sniffing them before stuffing them into his pocket. “Kyou, wha-” Your words were cut off when he dropped a small scoop of ice cream on top of your pussy.

Kyoujuro smiled down at you as he grabbed the bottle of whipped cream and sprayed a generous amount around your breasts before grabbing the chocolate syrup and decorating your body with the brown swirls. To top off his treat, he placed two mashiro cherries on top of each whipped creamed covered breast.

“Shh...I’m having my dessert.” His tongue lapped up the sweet, white cream that coated your body. Your body trembled under his touch, the heat causing the ice cream to melt faster. Kyoujuro quickly moved down to slurp up the melting liquid, purposely avoiding your throbbing clit. Once the ice cream had been cleaned off your body, he went back to your whipped cream covered tits. He scooped more of the sweet treat into his mouth, pulling the cherry into his mouth.

Your body trembled on the table as Kyoujuro took his time devouring your body. It was a feast for him to enjoy and you were not about to interrupt him. But you were soon starting to get impatient, your pussy was throbbing and was begging to be touched and played with. You could literally feel your slick building up until it was overflowing and running down the lips of your cunt.

“Kyou...” you whined, lifting your hips off the table and rubbing your thighs together. “Please...” your voice came out more whiny and pitiful sounding than what you meant as his tongue trailed over to the other cream covered breast, licking it clean before pulling the red fruit inside his mouth. You gasped when he suddenly grabbed you by the cheeks and pressed his lips against yours.

Kyoujuro used his tongue to push the sweet cherry into your open mouth, feeding it to you. Once you had swallowed it, he sucked your tongue into his mouth. His fingers glided down your body until they reached your weeping cunt, feeling your slick that gathered there and spread it over your lower lips.

“So wet. And all for me on my birthday?” He whispered against your lips. He nudged at your entrance with two fingers, slowly sinking them inside. Kyoujuro growled at the feeling of your vevlty walls sucking his digits in deeper. “Such a needy little pussy.”

Your face heated at his dirty talk. Kyoujuro was always so good at it and it always left you a mess. The squelching sounds that came from your cunt made your face heat even more. Kyoujuro was purposely fingering you so slowly to make those noises.

You whined at the feeling of a third finger beeing added, the stretch burned so good. Your hips moved of their own accord as he touched deeper within you, rubbing against your walls as his lips closed over one of your sensitive nipples once more. “Ahn~” you moaned. “Kyou, please?”

“Please, what, my sweet?” He teased as his thumb pressed on your throbbing clit, swirling it slightly. He smiled at the sight underneath him. His beautiful wife naked with three of his fingers pressed so snuggly inside your dripping cunt. Your mouth parted as you panted and moaned so sweetly for him. Only for him.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do whatever you ask of me.” He thought about what he had just said as he slid down your body, his tongue lapping up any stray smears of chocolate sauce. “On second thought. It is my birthday. I should do as I please today.” His tongue teased at your clit lightly, flickering over it.

You opened your mouth in a silent scream as Kyoujuro lapped at your sensitive nub. Your hands flew to his head as your thighs began to tremble. You were not going to last long. Having his tongue covering every inch of your body has made it very sensitive to the slightest of touches.

Your back arched when he added a fourth finger inside, stretching me out even further. You tugged at his hair when his tongue circled at my clit before sliding down to your dripping hole. He licked up at the small space that his fingers provided.

Kyoujuro swirled his tongue over the small space his fingers left behind as he collected some of your sweet honey before moving his mouth back up to suck on your sensitive nub. He slowly thrust his fingers inside, prepping you for what was to come next.

His other hand palmed at his hardening length as he licked you in tune with his thrusting fingers. Kyoujuro pulled his zipper down on his pants and freed his erection, the pink, wet tip slapping against his abdomen. His fist closed over the hard length as he began stroking it in tune with his fingers, curling them within you. “Fuck..my sweet little fireball.” He mumbled into your folds, smearing his pre over his dick.

Your thighs began to tremble even more as Kyoujuro ate you out, his tongue lashing almost violently over your swollen clit. You pulled at his hair, not knowing if you were trying to push him away or pull him closer. Your mouth opened in a series of curses as the knot of heat that had been forming in the pit of your belly snapped.

“AHN~” your voice came out loud as you grabbed at his hair, holding him in place as you rode out my orgasm on his tongue. “Shit...Fuck...Oh god...” you panted, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

He drank every last drop you had to offer. You were always so sweet on his tongue and he loved tasting you. He slowed his fingers until he eased them out of your quivering hole. His tongue still lapped at your clit softly.

Kyoujuro sat back, his chin and neck still wet from your juices. He made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue over the long digits. “Thanks for dessert.” he hummed as he stroked his cock, leaning over you. “But I want more now.” He took hold of your still shaking legs and placed them over his shoulders.

You bit your lip when you felt Kyoujuro rub the bulbous head of his length against your weeping slit. He teased you with the tip, bumping it against your clit until you were a sobbing mess. “Kyou...please?” You whined when he increased his teasing, thrusting in shallowly before resuming flicking your clit with just the tip.

“Kyou...” you pleaded, but was met with a light slap to my clit. You bit your lip to stop the scream from leaving your throat.

“You know what my name is, wife.” Kyoujuro said simply as he rubbed his cock along your slick slit, fingers pressing deep into your thighs as he leaned down to lap at your perked nipple. “You want my cock deep inisde this tight cunt?” At your desperate nod, he said, “Then say what I want to hear, little one. Beg for it. That’s my birthday wish.”

“Kyou...Daddy, please fuck me.” you whine out, tears sliding down your face. You needed him inside you so badly. Your body was aching for him. “I want your cock so deep inside me, Daddy. Won’t you please fuck me?” you gasped when Kyoujuro’s lips spread into a satisfied smile and he angled his cock to line the head up with your opening.

With one smooth thrust, he sheathed himself inside. You opened your mouth and let out a wonton sounding moan at the stretch and the fullness you felt. Your tongue lolled out as Kyoujuro started a fast steady pace, his shaft rubbing all the right spots within you.

Kyoujuro pumped his hips into yours, hands tightening around your thighs. He leaned down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips, tongue tangling with yours. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so damn tight. You’re squeezing my cock so much. It's like your pussy doesn’t want to let it go.” He growled into your ear, as he pushed more of him inside.

“Did you miss my dick that much?” His voice was a growl-like coo as he spoke directly in your ear, hot breath ghosting across your already sensitive flesh. Kyoujuro increased the speed of his thrusts, heavy balls slapping against your ass as the table creaked under your combined weight.

Your mind was swimming from the pleasure that all you could do was hold on to Kyoujuro for dear life as he pounded into you. Your back arched off the table as his thick cockhead pressed against your cervix and mewls left your raw throat.

“Shit, Kyou, right there. Fuck...you’re so good, baby. S’good to me. It feels s’good.” you babbled out, tears streaming down your face to which he licked away before pressing sweet kisses to your lips, swallowing your moans and screams. The sounds of skin against skin echoed through the living room as the semll of sex grew heavier.

His hips continued to rock against yours as his hand slipped down to rub at your clit, making you cream on his cock. “You’re such a good girl. My beautiful wife.” he purred, eyes full of lust and love. All for you. “I love you so goddamn much.”

His other hand carassed at your neck, giving it a few gentle squeezes before trailing down to your breasts. He groaned when your walls clenched tightly around him, so warm and wet. “Shit, princess...You want my cum that badly?” Kyoujuro asked before nipping at your neck. “You want me to breed you? You want me to get you pregnant, love?”

You felt your body clench down on him harder. He was being so lewd and it was such a turn on. “I love you, too.” you pulled him down for another sloppy kiss, tongues meshing together. You nodded your head as you moaned out, “Yes, Kyou! I want your cum so badly. Please breed me. I want to get pregnant. I want us to have kids.”

That twisting ball of heat in your belly snapped as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails dug into his back as your breath caught up in your throat. You managed to choke out his name in broken bits as he continued to pump his cock within you. His stamina always amazed you.

Kyoujuro smiled down at you, watching yourr chest heave from your second intense orgasm. “Little one, I’m not through with you.” His hips snapped into yours as he scooped you up off the table and walked over to the nearest wall. Pressing your back against the smooth surface, he hooked your legs over his shoulder, pressing your thighs up against your chest.

“You have one more, don’t you, love?” He slid his thick cock out until only the pink, bulbous head was left inside and he looked down at the ring of cream that circled the base. “Fuck..you’re so sexy.” Kyoujuro rammed it back inside, his balls slapping against your ass with each heavy thrust. “Gonna breed you so well, my love. Wanna see you so round with my seed. You’d look absolutely beautiful.”

Your mind went numb as he pumped in and out of your cunt, nearly bruising your cervix with his powerful thrusts. You opened your mouth and let out another series of moans as the squelching noises of your love making filled the air. “S’too much, Kyou. M gonna break.” It felt too good, your body was melting. You could feel that knot of heat burning low in your belly threatening to snap. Your head fell back as you surrendered to the pleasure. “Kyou!” you screamed as you came hard, your juices squirting out of you.

He felt your slick spray out of you, dripping down his length and over his balls. “Good fucking girl.” Kyoujuro wasn’t too far behind as his thrusts began more sporadic until he gave one last pump and held still as his thick, white seed colored your insides. “Shit...” he groaned out as he gave you a few shallow thrusts. “You’re so good to me, baby. Thank you.”

He pressed soft kisses to your forehead as he lowered your legs some until he was carrying you in his arms. Kyoujuro cuddled you as he walked you to your shared bedroom. “Did you really mean those words? Do you really want us to have kids?” He had to know that it just was not the mind numbing sex the two of you just had. His words about seeing you round with his child was truly an exciting and beautiful thought to him.

You smiled as Kyoujuro laid you on your bed and grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. “Of course, baby. We are already pregnant.” You laughed when his eyes widened and he asked you if it was really true. “Yes, Shinobu confirmed it today. Kyou, we’re starting a family.”

Kyoujuro said nothing as he pulled you into a deep embrace, tears sparkling in his eyes. “Thank you, my love. This is the best birthday surprise you could have ever given me.” He pulled away only to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, his hand never leaving your stomach.

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anmiruzu · 8 months

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So there's probably this ship dynamic "small n violent x tall n calm softie (who will rock your shi if small n violent gets hurt) and itnmade me think of a demonslayer!reader and flamepillar!senjuro AU where even tho reader is straight up pint-sized they act tsundereish n tough with a cuter, softer interior (basically natsuki) and then at when look at Senjuro who seems like the sweetest, most patient guy ever until reader gets hurt n that's when he starts seeing red??

(Basically, this version of yan!senjuro can and will kill but mostly if it's demons because humans are very unlikely)

small & violent! demon slayer! reader w/ yandere! softie! flame hashira! senjuro

a/n this was a very cute request; I had fun writing this. I hope you enjoy it ♡

-when you two first started dating, a lot of people were surprised to see two total opposites together. they thought of senjuro as the peacemaker, knowing him as a sweet, patient, and kind person, and now someone who could keep you under control. when in fact goes both ways, although getting senjuro to be angry is quite rare, it would only happen when you get hurt. that’s when you need to get him under control from going on a rage against the person/demon who hurt you.

-this makes going on missions with him a challenge, he unintentionally treats you as if you’re a child that can’t defend themselves. he becomes extra protective of you during these shared missions, always going in front of you, telling you to stay back, covering for you so you don’t get hurt, etc. he just doesn’t want to see another loved one die, especially after what happened to kyojuro.

-now if you do somehow get hurt on a mission together, he death glares the demon who did it and go all out on them, pulling all stops to decapitate the demon. then, after decapitating the demon, he quickly goes back to you, tending to your injuries and carrying you back to the butterfly mansion. it doesn’t matter if it was a serious injury to the head or a simple scrape on the knee, he is carrying you back.

-about your tsundere-like personality: senjuro would have mixed feelings, since you’re not exactly true to yourself like when you say you don’t like something when it’s pretty obvious you do. he dislikes it, it makes it harder to understand you. but at the same time he loves it when you deny something with a flustered face, he finds it to be really cute, though he would never voice this.

-when you open up to him and show your cuter, softer interior he falls more in love with you and becomes even more protective over you. he becomes clingy to you, staying by your side at all times and shows a slight possessive side. his possessiveness isn’t obvious at first but you could occasionally see him glaring at a guy who talked to you while trying to cover it up with a smile saying it’s nothing. he doesn’t do anything about his jealousy other than gently pulling you closer. although later he might threaten the guy to never talking to you again

-loves the height difference between you two, you being shorter than him makes him feel like he has to protect you despite knowing how tough you can be. and he would sometimes very light heartedly tease you about being shorter than him. as well as gently ruffling your hair with a smile when you pout up at him.

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rengoku-loves-you · 7 months

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Would you ever perhaps do Kyojuro with a reader S/O that is physically a lot bigger than him? Just a lot taller and wider and physically very strong? I love the idea of their hugs making him feel safe and protected, and also flustered Kyo from being totally scooped up so effortlessly. I feel like not a lot of people in the world could make him feel that way but he deserves it, given how hard he protects everyone else all the time. Thank you if so and if not no worries!

(my first one in awhile, so sorry it took so long dear 😭 i hope this is good enough!! i'm still shaking off the writer's rust, so my apologies if it isn't quite the peak of quality! <3)

rengoku x reader (in which reader is much, much bigger than him)

all his life, ever since his mother died, rengoku has been the bigger person. the protector. the one to hold senjurou when he cried and carry him when he fell, clean up after his father's mess, protect the innocents who knew nothing of the world from the wicked demons. he'd accepted his position with grace and a smile, just like his mother taught him. because he was strong, and he was good, and he could handle it. he was expected to handle it.

now, he's found someone bigger.

and it's strange.

he didn't think much of your physical appearance at first. he knew himejima, and you were around the same height... probably. he never saw you two next to each other long enough to compare. he only knew he had to tilt his head back about the same to look at your face. which hurt his neck, so more often than not he didn't bother and stared straight forward at your chest instead.

he wasn't really sure why you laughed when he did, but you didn't demand that he look at you properly, so he didn't mind. he laughed along before continuing whatever conversation you'd been having, and that was the end of it.

until you started visiting the rengoku estate to train together. and then went on to stay for dinner. and then kept going from there.

shifting from allies to friends to dating seemed so natural that he hadn't even questioned it. he cared for you, and you cared for him, so it made sense! he just... didn't expect dating to be so physically different from friends. and now he's constantly reminded of just how small he is compared to you.

the first true realization is during one of your training sessions together, just after the first time you manage to knock him flat on his back. after the initial surprise, you give a loud bark of laughter as you drop your shinai to the ground, seemingly in disbelief. he laughs as well, delighted by your very first victory over him.

"bravo!" he booms, clapping his hands together and beaming at you. "i knew it was only a matter of time before you bested me! our training together truly is paying off!" you smile proudly back at him.

"thank you! i learned from the best," you say. before he can get up, you take two long strides toward him, bending down to hold out your hand.

and that's when he pauses. standing where you are, your tall frame manages to completely block out the sun, rendering him entirely within your shadow as light surrounds you like a halo. head tilted back to gaze up at you from the ground, something in his brain clicks.

"oh," he says, "you're very tall." you blink. and then you chuckle again, though your expression shows confusion.

"thank you? it ran in the family." you curl your fingers, silently urging him to take your hand, and he does. you pull him to his feet with ease. your shadow still engulfs him, and he takes a step away, back into the sun. "did it take you this long to notice?"

"of course not!" he stares at a button on your uniform as you dust off his shoulders. his face is tinged pink. "i just haven't quite... understood until now, i suppose." you hum, giving his clothes one last brush.

"it's pretty easy to understand. i'm big," you pat your chest, "and you're little." you put your hand on his head, giving his hair a teasing ruffle.

"ah!" he says, ducking away from you and shielding himself with both hands. "no, no, i'm afraid you have it wrong! you're merely..." he takes a hand from his head to wave it in your general direction, and you grin wider when words seem to fail him, "...large."

you tease him for a bit longer before he distracts you with continuing the training session. though the conversation ends, the thought lingers, and he finds himself making comparisons whenever you're near. studying how the training swords seem like baby toys in your hands. how the uniform is that much tighter around your arms and chest and thighs. teacups and utensils almost laughably tiny as you handle them with delicate care.

how he fits perfectly under your arm when he sits beside you. the way his hand disappears when you hold it just as delicately as the teacups despite both of your scars and blisters. the way your arms wrap around him so completely and make him feel very small and safe and whatever the positive version of claustrophobic is.

and then you pick him up.

he doesn't expect it. he's meditating outside, regulating his breathing, when you sneak up on him. but not really, because he can hear your near-silent footsteps stop in front of him. he was going to let you have your fun trying and failing to startle him, but you don't fail.

you succeed so well, in fact, that when he feels hands under his arms lifting him from the ground, his eyes fly open and his leg swings up and nearly nails you in the jaw.

"whoa, kyo, hey! it's just me!" you sound half amused, half alarmed as you hold him at arm's length. he freezes, and then he stares with wide, wide eyes as you give a hesitant laugh. "yeah... probably not a good idea to sneak up on a slayer. sorry." his lips part, preparing to speak, but nothing comes out. he doesn't know what to say.

he can't remember the last time he was held, and with so much ease. like he weighs hardly more than a newborn kitten.

your grin fades, and you lower him back to the ground, clearly taking his silence the wrong way. he grabs your wrists before you can retract your arms, closing his mouth and inhaling deeply through his nose. by the time he exhales, he's managed a smile.

"that's alright!" he says. "you merely startled me, no need to apologize! i was prepared for a shout or a touch on the shoulder, not... not that." his voice fades near the end, unintentionally. you look prepared to apologize again, so he lets go of your wrists to clasp one of your hands in both of his, bowing slightly over it. "please forgive my poor reaction! i haven't been held in such a way for a very long time and let my instincts get the better of me!"

"oh, no, that's okay." when he glances up at your expression, you seem thoughtful. "is it... fine if i hold you? i wanted to, but if you don't like it-"

"of course!" he cuts you off, loud and dare you say, eager? he squeezes your hand tighter, then lets go. "i would only request that you don't surprise me in the future, or i won't be responsible for what i might do!"

"aw," you say. "you mean i have to warn you before i do-" you stoop down, sweep one arm under his knees, catch him around the shoulders before he falls, and straighten up, "-this?"

"hm," he says. you moved slow, giving him more than enough time to dance away or stop you. he did no such thing, and now he lies giddy and awkward against your chest, high above the ground, his cheeks as flame-touched as his hair as his smile grows wide and wild. he wrestles his arm out where it's squished between you, throwing it around the back of your neck. his other hand raises to your cheek.

"i told you. i won't be responsible for what i'll do."

he's still smiling when he leans up from your arms to kiss you.

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articfoxxxxsstuff · 2 years

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Good evening! Here I am with a Yandere/Dark Rengoku x reader fic for your reading pleasure. A bit of background information, the reader was the ice pillar before being captured by Kyojuro.

Title: Just give up

Yandere Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

Again this gorgeous masterpiece is drawn by @nana.yin.nana on Instagram

Rengoku couldn't stop himself from frowning at his idiotic mistake. The usual cheery Hashira was irritated and it was all because of one person, you.

" I swear sweetheart that if I find you..."

Everything was suppose to go so well. You were suppose to be at home waiting for him with a welcoming hug but instead he came home and was greeted by multiple frozen icicles decorating his not so humble abode. As if the person responsible for this mess wanted to leave a statement before they left. The flame hashira gritted his teeth in annoyance and unsheathed his sword. In a flash of blazing flames, the ice quickly melted into a pool of water which seeped into his wooden tatami floor. His fiery crimson orbs glowed in the darkness of the night trying to scan for any trace that you left behind. "Silly girl." He chucked and ran his fingers through his reddish blonde hair.

Meanwhile, you had somehow managed to put some good distance between you and Rengoku's house. You panted in exhaustion while resting a hand on your belly. Rengoku was insane. As if caging you wasn't bad enough, you weren't even allowed to leave the house or even see your family and friends. That was when you decided that you had enough. Luckily today was one of those days where the Hashiras were summoned for their monthly meetings with Oyakata-sama. Rengoku had carelessly let his defences down and you took that chance to knock the guards unconscious.

"What the fuck." You cursed in pain when you accidentally tripped over some tree root on your way to the nearest village. You knew that you weren't as agile as you used to be because of your pregnancy. Yes, you were pregnant with Rengoku's child.

Beginning of Flashback

"(Y/n). You're not eating the dinner I made for us." The Hashira commented while flashing you the most blinding smile that he could offer. You flinched and looked away from him preferring to stay quiet. After all what is the point of answering when he never even bothered to listen.

"Sweetheart."

You shivered in fear when you heard the drop in Rengoku's voice signalling that he wasn't pleased with your behaviour.

"Are you going to make me repeat myself?" The man gingerly cupped your chin and made you face him.

"I...I don't seem to have any appetite lately. I am not sure why..." You stammered in fear.

The flame Hashira gave you a hard stare contemplating whether you were lying or not. His fiery orbs immediately widened at a sudden thought and his smile widened even further exposing his pearly white teeth. "Maybe you're pregnant my love."

You froze and felt all the air being sucked out of your lungs at the man's words. "Pree..g nant?" You blinked owishly at the man in front of you who chuckled lovingly at your reaction.

"Yes darling. Loss of appetite could mean that you're pregnant just like when my mother had Senjurou."

"But.... That's... I don't want..." You began but stopped when you felt Rengoku's grip tighten around your neck.

"You don't have a choice."

"You're hurting me Rengoku!" You threw the Hashira a pissed off look which he simply chose not to take notice of.

"Then behave."

You quickly bit your chapped lips to stop any form of retort from escaping. You didn't want to upset Rengoku and he did give you a momento of what would happen if you ever dared to misbehave. It still stung.

"I mean it's not impossible for you to be. After all, I've given you so much love all this while haven't I?" The man laughed amusedly at your reaction. "Haven't I?"

You stayed silent and doubtfully looked at the floor. How could his actions be really 'love'? He was insane.

"Sweetheart. I hate it when you ignore me."

You looked up to see the man staring hard at you without a smile on his face. "I'm sorry Kyojuro." You panicked when you felt his grip tightened even further.

"That's alright. I just need to remind you again about how much I love you." Rengoku smiled and pulled you into his embrace. He began gently stroking your hair and left a kiss on your forehead.

End of flashback

You were determined to escape this mad man and raise your child far away from your captor. The innocent child didn't deserve this, neither did you. It wasn't long before you had finally arrived at what would appear to look like an inn. The glowing bloody red lanterns from the building casted an eerie glow that reminded you too much about a certain someone.

Dusk was approaching quickly and you knew that you shouldn't be staying outside at this time. Demons would be prowling the area in search of their next meal. A pregnant lady with a child would make an excellent dish.

Before you could even set one foot into the building, you felt a familiar pair of arms possessively wrap around you from behind.

"Did you enjoy yourself sweetheart? I've already told you running away is useless."

You forcefully blinked away the tears that were forming at the corner of your eyes as a mixture of fear and dread began filling your entire being. There would be no escape for now. Not today. Not ever.

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Inotan Fanfic: Drinking Party

Synopsis: Tanjirou, Inosuke and Zenitsu decide to have a drinking party with the drinks Tengen had brewed himself and gifted Tanjirou for his 18th birthday. Tanjirou, who had seen the dark side of alcohol, volunteered to stay sober and watch over his friends. But a mix-up happened and Tanjirou ended up drinking the wrong drink. As he got progressively drunk, Inosuke and Zenitsu have to deal with his drunken antics. Will they survive the night?

Pairing: Inotan (Inosuke x Tanjirou)

Setting: Canon AU, 3 years after the main story ends

Wordcount: ~4700 words

Status: One-shot Complete. 5th story in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom.

While this story can be enjoyed on its own, readers who have read the previous installments in the Series: Where the Wisteria Always Bloom may appreciate certain references and throwbacks as well as the character development throughout the series. If you can spare the time, I do recommend reading the earlier stories in consecutive order before diving into this one.

To recap, our main characters reside together in the Kamado family household, and they operate an eatery in the neighboring town known as the Wisteria Garden. In this installment, Inosuke and Tanjirou are 18 years old, Zenitsu is 19, and Nezuko is 17.

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Tanjirou had just turned eighteen a few days ago, when he received a surprising and extravagant gift from Tengen: a wooden crate overflowing with gleaming bottles of grape wine and grape juice, all brewed with care from Tengen’s very own vineyard. Tengen and his wives had arrived at their doorstep with the crate in tow, and with a wide grin, he exclaimed, “Happy birthday, Tanjirou! These are my special brews, the finest in all the land. I only share them with my most flamboyant friends. You should throw a drinking party with your buddies and celebrate like a true man!”

Zenitsu was ecstatic about Tengen’s idea. He had never had a drinking party before, but he’d heard about the magic of alcohol - how it could make one really relaxed, and as someone high strung, he really needed it. He sneered at his friends and called them country bumpkins when they didn’t share his excitement. Inosuke said he was more interested in food than drinks, but when Zenitsu waxed lyrical about how drinking was such a mature and cool thing to do for adults, and how you could do things you never did, he was sold. The ideal chance arose when Nezuko was going to spend the night away babysitting the neighbours’ kids and wouldn't be back until the next day. They would have the whole house to themselves. They could unleash their inner beasts and drink to their hearts’ content.

Tanjirou, however, was less enthusiastic about drinking. He had witnessed the dark side of alcohol. He remembered how Senjurou’s father, the former Flame Hashira, had degenerated from a proud and noble warrior into a bitter and broken man who mistreated his sons and neglected his duties. He had recovered only after a long and painful struggle.

Tanjirou knew that drinking moderately to celebrate happy occasions was fine for most people, but he wasn’t willing to take that risk. Tengen had warned that the alcohol content in his wine was quite high. What if he lost control or hurt someone he cared about? He preferred to avoid that possibility. Besides, someone needed to stay sober, in case things got out of hand. He hoped to spare Nezuko from finding the house in chaos or worse, and he was the best person for the job. If Zenitsu or Inosuke got out of hand, he could always calm them down with his trusty headbutt.

“What? You’re not going to drink? That’s lame!” Inosuke protested, pouting at Tanjirou’s decision when Tanjirou said he would stick to grape juice.

“Yea! You’re such a wet blanket! Tengen would think you’re being ungrateful,” Zenitsu chimed in.

But when Tanjirou reminded Zenitsu that Nezuko might be upset if she saw him drunk and making a scene, Zenitsu quickly changed his mind and sided with Tanjirou. “You’re right! I don’t want to disappoint Nezuko-chan! I’m counting on you to keep my image intact! Heh.”

Inosuke was outnumbered and left alone to grumble.

Nezuko had prepared rice crackers for their drinking party, leaving them to cook over a low fire.

“They’ll be crispy and fragrant by the time you’re ready,” she said with a smile. “Enjoy yourselves, but don’t go overboard, okay?”

After she left, Tanjirou went to get the rice crackers, with Inosuke following him like a hungry puppy. Zenitsu stayed behind to fetch the drinks. He opened the crate and pulled out a glass bottle with a cork. He frowned. The liquid inside shimmered like pale liquid gold, catching the light of the lamps. But there was nothing to indicate what its contents were, except a label that had Tengen’s grinning face and his name written in flamboyant calligraphy.

He took out a few more bottles. They all looked the same, with similar shades of pale yellow, except for one detail: half of them had Tengen wearing his fancy bejeweled headband with his hair braided; the other half had Tengen with his hair let down, a black bejeweled eye patch across his left eye.

“What kind of stupid labels are these? How am I supposed to tell them apart?” Zenitsu muttered to himself, turning the bottles this way and that to find any words that may indicate their contents. He guessed the different portraits were supposed to tell the difference between the grape juice and the wine, but he had no clue which was which.

Besides, Tengen had mentioned that he was planning to mass produce these for sale. Zenitsu shuddered as he thought of seeing an entire shelf of Tengen’s stupidly handsome mug smiling down at him at their neighbourhood store. Well, if this was his idea of clever packaging, Zenitsu would give him an earful of what he thought the next time he saw him.

Zenitsu unscrewed the corks off two of the bottles with different labels, and took a tentative sniff. They had different scents: one had a sweet and fruity scent, while the other had a sharp and tangy scent. Without any prior experience with wine or juice, Zenitsu was at a loss. He had heard of and read about juice and wine when he lived in the city, but he had never actually seen or tasted them before. Not that he admitted that to his friends. He had pretended to be an expert on these exotic drinks and teased them for being ignorant country bumpkins. So he would look really stupid if he confessed that he couldn’t tell them apart after all. Inosuke would never let him hear the end of it.

As he tried to figure out which bottle was which, he heard a commotion outside. It sounded like Tanjirou was trying to stop Inosuke from hogging all the rice crackers.

“Oh no! They’re going to eat all the rice crackers! I don’t have time for this!” Zenitsu exclaimed as he grabbed the two bottles and dashed out. Tanjirou could get drunk for all he cared, but no way was he going to miss out on Nezuko-chan’s delicious rice crackers. Besides, it wasn’t such a big deal if Tanjirou did drink some wine, right? If there was a mistake, they would probably notice it midway and switch.

The party started on a cheerful note. They sat cross-legged on the tatami floor, with their rice crackers and drinks in front of them. Zenitsu gave Tanjirou a bottle that had Tengen’s portrait with an eyepatch and loose hair, thinking that it was grape juice instead of wine. He reasoned that Tengen would match his flamboyant Hashira look from his demon slaying days with the alcoholic drink, and leave the “retired” portrait for the non-alcoholic one. He kept this deduction to himself, though, and told Tanjirou with a confident smile, “Trust me, I know these things.” He then poured two glasses from the other bottle for himself and Inosuke. They were pleasantly surprised by the drink, which was crisp and refreshing, and went perfectly with Nezuko’s delicious rice crackers.

As they savoured their supper, Inosuke tried his best to convince Tanjirou to take a sip of his drink. But Tanjirou, true to his principles, politely declined, offering his own drink around instead. Zenitsu and Inosuke both took a sip, and made comically exaggerated faces after sampling it.

"Bleh! This is weird! I don't know how to explain it, but it makes my mouth feel dry and rough!" Zenitsu complained. He stuck out his tongue and grimaced.

"My throat feels like it's on fire!" Inosuke gasped after swallowing a huge gulp, his usual bravado momentarily subdued by the unexpected taste.

Tanjirou raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed by their reactions. “Really? I find it has a refreshing and complex smell. It has a nice spicy flavour too, I quite enjoy it,” he remarked, taking another sip to reinforce his point.

“Ditch that awful stuff and drink with us! We’re still sober, see? Alcohol’s got nothing on us!” Inosuke urged.

Nevertheless, Tanjirou refused. Knowing that Tanjirou had strong principles and could be stubborn when he wanted to be, Zenitsu and Inosuke shrugged it off and continued their cheerful imbibing.

As the night went on and more cups were emptied, the drinking seemed to be taking a peculiar toll on Tanjirou. His cheeks flushed a crimson red. To add to the amusement, Tanjirou became unusually talkative, frequently interrupting Zenitsu and Inosuke mid-sentence with wild anecdotes and boisterous laughter. While Tanjirou had always been chatty, he was also an attentive listener, making sure not to interrupt someone else’s story. However, that night, he seemed to be too caught up in his own tales.

Inosuke didn’t seem bothered at all. If anything, he regarded this as a contest and all he kept wanting to do was to talk over Tanjirou and one-up him with crazier stories. But Zenitsu knew something was off. He was not familiar with the smells and taste of alcohol, but he had witnessed how drunkards behaved in the buzzing city of Shinjuku where he used to live. Boisterous men stumbling out of the izakayas in the alley ways, hanging all over each other, slurring, laughing, clothes in disarray. Tanjirou wasn’t nearly there yet, but judging by his odd mannerisms and the way he had started to slur his words, Zenitsu knew, with a pang of guilt, that he had given Tanjirou alcohol by mistake.

As if proving Zenitsu’s fears, Tanjirou began clumsily removing his haori, almost getting an arm stuck in the process.

“It’s so hot tonight!” Tanjirou grumbled despite the cool night breeze that had just come in through the open window.

He managed to undo the top few buttons of his shirt after a huge struggle, but he fumbled and stopped halfway. He looked down at his chest, as though he was suddenly confused by how buttons work.

“I’ve always said shirts are dumb,” Inosuke declared, delighted to see Tanjirou join the shirtless club. “You’re so weird tonight though. You can’t even find your button. Here, let me help you.” He leaned over, but Zenitsu quickly interrupted.

He shoved Inosuke aside and asked, “Hey Tanjirou, let’s swap drinks? I want yours.”

He reached over to snatch Tanjirou’s bottle, but Tanjirou grabbed it and hugged it protectively to his chest.

“I offered it earlier and you didn’t want it, so it’s all~ mine~ now~ hic!” He said in a sing-song voice, then proceeded to take a gulp directly from the bottle.

"Oh no, this is terrible. This is a disaster." Zenitsu groaned inwardly. However, there was nothing he could do about it now. The bottle was near empty anyway, and he supposed he would try to offer Tanjirou grape juice instead if he asked for more drinks. He prayed the alcohol had dulled Tanjirou’s sense of smell so he wouldn’t tell the difference.

“This is all Tengen’s fault, his stupid and misleading labelling!” he muttered under his breath.

But then again, if Tanjirou wanted to stay drunk, then so be it, Zenitsu thought. It’s not like he had done anything harmful or dangerous aside from acting weird. He had just been more talkative, laughing at everything, and spouting silly nonsense, which was kind of endearing. If he continued just behaving like that, it wasn’t the end of the world. Besides, what was the worst that could happen? All right, maybe Tanjirou would break into a song and Inosuke would follow, which might hurt his ear drums a bit, but he’d worry about that when it happened.

He decided to sit back and try to make the best of their party, although it wasn’t the cloud nine experience he was hoping for. Tanjirou was drunk, and Inosuke acted as if he was too, despite not drinking. He was ironically the only sober man in the party, but he still enjoyed the night with good food and good company. He had to admit that Tengen’s grape juice was delicious, regardless of his dislike for the wine.

The night dragged on, and Zenitsu soon changed his mind about “good company”. Inosuke and Tanjirou’s stories made no sense, and their voices were loud and annoying. He wondered how Inosuke could keep up with Tanjirou’s drunken ramblings, and how they seemed to have a perfect rapport. They would have looked like two people in a regular conversation if not for the fact that their stories were absurd. He felt a flicker of awe and envy. He knew they were a couple, but he still marvelled at their ability to stay on the same wavelength.

He was about to tune out their conversation, when Tanjirou suddenly interrupted Inosuke’s tale of his butterfly-eating escapades.

“Oh, let me tell you about the time Takeo ate a bee by mistake!” Tanjirou blurted out, his eyes wide with excitement.

“Enough with the insect eating stories! They're gross!” Zenitsu complained, plugging his ears with his fingers. But Tanjirou ignored him and continued his story, oblivious to Zenitsu’s protests.

“You know,” Tanjirou said, his voice turning nostalgic. He stared at the half-eaten rice cracker in his hand, as if it reminded him of something. “Takeo really loved rice crackers. The ones that Mother made.”

He paused to swallow, and Zenitsu noticed that his voice was shaky. “He would have been so happy to join us today, to taste Nezuko’s rice crackers, and see that they’re just as good as Mother’s. But he won’t get to… because I’m such a useless big brother…”

A sob escaped Tanjirou’s lips, and tears streamed down his face.

Zenitsu and Inosuke exchanged alarmed looks, their amusement instantly replaced by concern and horror at Tanjirou's distress.

“Tanjirou, you’re not a useless big brother! You’ve done so much to save Nezuko-chan!” Zenitsu exclaimed, reaching out to comfort his friend with a gentle pat on the shoulder.

“But I lost Takeo, Hanako, Rokuta, Shigeru… Mother…” Tanjirou whimpered, his voice breaking with sorrow.

Inosuke quickly wrapped his arms around Tanjirou, hugging him tightly and stroking his hair.

“Don’t cry! You have us! We’re your family, and we’ll be together forever!”

Tanjirou suddenly climbed on top of Inosuke’s lap and straddled him. In a sweet voice, he whispered into his ear, “You always make me feel secure~ You’re really the best, Inosuke~” He wrapped his arms around Inosuke’s neck and kissed him passionately on the lips.

Inosuke froze, too stunned to react to Tanjirou’s sudden open show of affection. Tanjirou only showered him with affection when they were alone. He had explained that it was inappropriate and inconsiderate to display affection in front of other people. Even if Inosuke sometimes broke that rule, Tanjirou refrained from kissing him in any shared space inside their house. And certainly not in front of Zenitsu, who had gone all slack-jawed and googly-eyed from watching his best friend’s bizarre behaviour.

A surge of heat and passion made him lose his mind. He only knew that Tanjirou was kissing him like there was no tomorrow, claiming his mouth with his tongue, biting his lips, and trailing down to his ear and neck. Tanjirou’s tongue felt like a flame that burned Inosuke’s skin wherever it touched. His breath was hot, and it had the same taste and smell as the drink that had made him cough before, but now, it was intoxicating and addictive. In fact, it felt amazing, here.

Inosuke felt a rush of sensation from their touch. His body was on fire and his heart was racing. He couldn’t think clearly, only feel. He rolled them over, pinning Tanjirou under him, and kissed him with a fierce passion. He pressed his lips to Tanjirou’s again and again, his hands roaming with a hungry and reckless need, undoing the rest of Tanjirou’s shirt.

Something hit his head hard, making him wince. It was a zabuton. Inosuke shrugged it off, and kept kissing Tanjirou. Another zabuton hit him, followed by Tanjirou’s haori, and then the wooden cup that he had been drinking from. That one stung. He stopped kissing Tanjirou, threw the haori off and glared at the source of the projectiles.

“Idiot Monitsu! What’s your problem?! That really hurts!” Inosuke shouted at Zenitsu, who was holding a plate ready to throw it at him.

“Good!” Zenitsu shouted back. “I’m trying to stop you, you dumb horny boar! Don’t you get it? He’s drunk! I messed up and gave him the wine by mistake!”

“So what?!” Inosuke snapped, baring his teeth in anger.

“So he’s not in his right mind right now, he doesn’t know what he’s doing!”

“Of course he does!” Inosuke argued. “He’s upset and kissing makes him happy!”

“No way!” Zenitsu shook his head. He crawled over to Tanjirou, who was lying on the floor, eyes dazed and muttering incoherently. “Look at him! He’s been acting weird since we started drinking! Trust me, I’m serious. It’s the alcohol messing with him. I can hear his breathing and heartbeat, they’re not normal, this is not the time to be kissing!” Zenitsu said anxiously.

Inosuke felt torn between his frustration and concern for Tanjirou. He knew he had to stop, though. If Tanjirou was genuinely unwell, he couldn't risk making him worse. Even without Zenitsu's warning, Inosuke could sense that Tanjirou's heartbeat and breathing were too fast for comfort.

“Inosuke…!” Tanjirou struggled to sit up, nuzzling against him, his voice high and breathless.

“He’s right,” Inosuke said softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and stroking his back with the other hand. “You need to get well first. Then I’ll kiss you as much as you want, okay?”

Tanjirou lowered his head and muttered under his breath. Turning to face Zenitsu, his eyes widened with recognition, as if he had just noticed him in the room for the first time. Without warning, he lunged at Zenitsu, causing both of them to tumble to the floor.

“Zenitsu~ you’re such a great guy, do you know that?” He planted a kiss on Zenitsu’s cheek.

Two sets of frantic screams echoed around the living room.

“Eeyarrrgh!!! I swore to Nezuko-chan I’d only let her kiss me!!!” Zenitsu wailed in panic.

“Idiot Gompachirou!!! Why did you kiss him?!!” Inosuke growled, yanking Tanjirou off Zenitsu.

Then, he grabbed Zenitsu by the collar, shaking him furiously. "You did this on purpose! You gave him the wrong drink and got him drunk so he'd kiss you!"

“Are you drunk too?! Why would I do that!!” Zenitsu sputtered with indignation as he tried to pry Inosuke’s fingers off his collar.

"Hey," Tanjirou interjected weakly, looking dazed and confused. "Are you fighting? Please don't. I love you both, don't want to see you hurt."

He got to his knees and tried to hug them both, but he stumbled and fell onto Zenitsu. Shrugging off the mishap, he simply hugged him tighter.

“I’m going to die and I didn’t even leave any last words for Nezuko-chan,” Zenitsu whimpered, feeling trapped under Tanjirou's limp body, while Inosuke maintained his fierce grip on his collar, glaring daggers at him.

“You mustn’t hit him, Inosuke. Zenitsu’s our best friend and brother, remember?” Tanjirou slurred, his eyes half-closed as he hugged Zenitsu’s waist.

Inosuke took a deep breath and released his grip on Zenitsu’s collar. He knew Zenitsu was telling the truth. Tanjirou was acting under the influence of alcohol. It was pointless to blame Zenitsu for his actions.

“That’s enough, you’re going to bed,” he said firmly, tugging Tanjirou by the arms to pull him off Zenitsu.

“Why do you keep pushing me away, Zenitsu? Do you not like me?” Tanjirou asked, his voice hurt and confused. He wriggled free from Inosuke’s grip and reached out to grab Zenitsu’s haori.

Inosuke grabbed Tanjirou around the waist and tried to pull him backwards. The sudden movement seemed to have triggered Tanjirou’s stomach. Without warning, he gave a lurch and spewed a stream of vomit all over Zenitsu.

Zenitsu stared down at his soaked clothes, too shocked to speak for a moment. The acrid smell of vomit assaulted his nose and made his eyes water.

Then he let out a shriek. “I hate you!!! Tanjiroooou!!!”

Zenitsu felt calmer after taking a bath and scrubbing his clothes clean. He had let go of his anger, and now he only felt worried about Tanjirou. He walked into the bedroom, where he saw Tanjirou sleeping soundly in his futon with a wet towel on his forehead. The redness on Tanjirou’s face had faded a bit, showing that the alcohol was wearing off. He looked peaceful and innocent, like nothing had happened.

Inosuke was sitting next to Tanjirou, holding his wrist in his hand. He had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was checking his heartbeat.

“He’s getting better now,” Inosuke said, noticing Zenitsu in the room.

“Yeah, he threw up most of the alcohol, so he should be fine now,” Zenitsu reassured him. “But if you’re still worried, we can keep an eye on him. I just finished bathing, so I’m wide awake and can take the first watch if you’d like.”

Inosuke agreed with a nod. “Wake me up if something goes wrong. I’m too wired to really sleep anyway.”

“Sure,” Zenitsu said, sitting down next to Tanjirou’s futon. He leaned back against the wall. The lantern light made the room cosy and warm. Everything was quiet for a long while, and the rhythmic sound of Tanjirou’s steady breathing was soothing to hear. Eventually, satisfied that Tanjirou was well, he drifted off to the sound of Tanjirou’s even breaths and Inosuke’s snores.

Tanjirou groaned as he sat up. His head throbbed as if someone had hammered a nail into his skull. His body felt like lead, weighing him down. He squinted his eyes open and winced at the bright sunlight that flooded the window. He scanned the bedroom and found it empty of Inosuke or Zenitsu. He racked his brain for what happened last night, but his memory was fuzzy. All he could remember was sitting on the floor with his friends, talking and laughing. Then nothing.

He wanted to go back to sleep, but his mouth was parched and he felt a sudden urge to go. With a sigh, he dragged himself out of bed and staggered to the bathroom. After relieving himself and splashing some water on his face, he felt slightly more refreshed and alive. He headed for the kitchen, following his nose to the source of a charred smell.

He spotted Inosuke and Zenitsu by the stove, clad in aprons and wielding spatulas.

“Tanjirou! How are you?” Inosuke hurried over to him and gave him his hand to help him sit at the table.

“I’m okay, I think. But uh… something’s burning,” Tanjirou remarked.

“Oh, that’s just the rice. It’s still edible though.” Zenitsu said sheepishly.

He set a steaming cup of hot green tea before Tanjirou. “Here, drink this. It’ll help with your hangover.”

“Hangover?” Tanjirou echoed in confusion. He sipped the tea and felt it ease his throat and relax his nerves.

“Yeah, you drank a lot of wine last night.” Zenitsu admitted.

“I did? But I thought I had grape juice?” Tanjirou asked in disbelief.

“Sorry, there was a mistake and you got the wine instead.” Zenitsu apologised.

“Oh no! What have I done? Did I hurt anyone? Was I violent?” Tanjirou fretted.

“Erm, quite the opposite.” Zenitsu sniggered. Looking back, the whole ordeal seemed quite funny to him now that he was out of harm’s way.

Zenitsu cleared his throat and began to explain. He awkwardly skimmed over Tanjirou’s grief over his family, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to embellish the more humorous aspects of the previous night. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he described in painstaking detail how Tanjirou had seduced and made out with Inosuke right in the middle of the living room, in front of Zenitsu’s shocked eyes. He took delight in the way Tanjirou’s expression morphed from confusion to extreme mortification.

Tanjirou felt his face heat up with embarrassment and shame. He looked at Inosuke with wide eyes, hoping to see any reaction to indicate that this wasn’t true, the look they sometimes shared when Zenitsu was being his usual dramatic self, exaggerating and distorting the facts, making mountains out of molehills.

But Inosuke just quirked an eyebrow at him, making Tanjirou feel even more flustered.

“I’m so sorry, Inosuke. I don’t remember anything. I don’t know what came over me. But I know that’s no excuse, and I promise I won’t do it again. Please forgive me,” Tanjirou apologised profusely.

“I’ll forgive you, but only if you do it again. While sober.” Inosuke said with a smirk.

“Wha…?” Tanjirou gasped.

“Seriously?” Zenitsu rolled his eyes. “Quit flirting in front of me already. I’m the real victim here! You not only scarred my eyes, but went on to kiss me. You’d better take responsibility for it,” he said in a mock-angry tone.

Suppressing his laughter, Zenitsu observed with amusement as Tanjirou’s face contorted with horror and disgust. His eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, and his cheeks turned even more crimson than it already was.

“I’m so sorry, Zenitsu!” Tanjirou sobbed. “I don’t know how to make it up to you, but I’ll do anything you ask me to!” He said in a desperate voice.

"You won't!" Inosuke snapped. "Don't listen to that idiot. You only kissed him on the cheek."

"Only? Weren't you the one who got mad about that and tried to kill me?" Zenitsu retorted.

"Don't exaggerate! I only grabbed your collar and shook you a bit!"

"A bit?! I thought my teeth would fall out!"

Tanjirou was horrified that his drunken antics had caused his best friends to fight. He wished a hole would open up in the ground and swallow him up.

"I'm so, so sorry, Zenitsu, Inosuke! I used to kiss my siblings on the cheek when they were little. It was just meant to be affection and nothing else. Please forgive me," Tanjirou pleaded.

"Well, just don't get drunk again," Inosuke huffed.

"Haha, that's all right," Zenitsu chuckled. "I was just teasing you. I'm more upset about you throwing up on me, really."

"Oh no, I did that too? I'm so terribly sorry." Tanjirou groaned, feeling like the worst person in the world.

They started on their breakfast of slightly burnt rice and miso soup. Tanjirou apologised over and over again between mouthfuls of rice until Inosuke threatened to stuff his mouth with rice balls. He ate quietly after that, but he still looked miserable.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. You only got drunk, and no one got hurt. Besides, I won’t tell Nezuko-chan.” Zenitsu grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

“Thanks.” Tanjirou said, grateful that Zenitsu understood his worries. He was relieved that Nezuko was away and didn’t witness his embarrassing drunken behaviour. However, his confusion over his antics was still unresolved.

“You know,” he ventured. ”When Senjurou’s father was addicted to sake, he would yell at Senjurou when he got drunk. So… I thought everyone got violent and abusive when they drink. And, not that I think such behaviour is any better, but why did I behave differently?” Tanjirou asked.

Zenitsu pondered for a moment before responding. “Well, as the saying goes, a drunk mind will speak the heart. Senjurou’s father drank because he was angry, so drinking made him get angrier. But as for you, you’re full of affection for everyone, so that translates into, uh… affectionate behaviour for you. Your drunk self is an extension of your true self, even if what you do when you’re drunk isn’t what you would do when sober.”

“Oh,” Tanjirou said, still unsure about the revelation. He steeled his resolve to stay away from alcohol. On the bright side, as Zenitsu had said, at least no one got hurt.

Suddenly, he felt Inosuke’s arm around his shoulder.

“You really wanted to kiss me that much, huh?” Inosuke teased, his voice low and playful.

“Eh?” Tanjirou turned to look at him, slightly flustered. He saw Inosuke’s face close to his, his emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief.

“I promised you that when you stop being drunk, I’d kiss you as much as you wanted. And you’re fine now, so…” Inosuke said, trailing off.

Before Tanjirou could say anything, Inosuke leaned in and pressed his lips against his.

An irate Zenitsu took his bowl out of the dining room, not wanting to witness any further display of affection between the stupid couple.

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Author's Notes: Tanjirou would totally be the kind of drunk who kisses and hugs all his friends because he loves them so much! I had a lot of fun writing drunk Tanjirou and his interactions with Inosuke. Inosuke, being easily influenced, goes along with his drunk behaviour without even questioning it. They really are soul mates on the same wavelength, aren't they? And poor Zenitsu is the butt-monkey again. But well, giving someone alcohol when they didn’t want it is deplorable ok! I did some research on the types of drunks, and I thought Inosuke and Zenitsu were rather predictable. Inosuke would be the angry drunk who challenges everyone to fights. Zenitsu would get increasingly depressed as he drinks. It made me wonder what pure-hearted cinnamon roll Tanjirou would be like. And I decided that he’d dwell on some of his tragic past, but at the same time he’d also try to shower affection on the good friends in his company. Also, I’ve finally regained the ability to write one-shots! Yay! This is surprisingly my shortest work so far *looks at word count*, but ironically, one that I spent the most amount of time researching. I tried to get the appearance, scents and taste of the drinks right (it’s white wine and grape juice both made with green grapes. I hope that was clear 🥺) , but if anything sounds off, I blame it on Tengen messing up the brewing process lol. Obviously, I also spent a lot of time working on the scene where Tanjirou tried to jump Inosuke ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) . I hope the transition from harmless funny drunk behaviour to this evokes a “well that escalated quickly” feeling. Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed my fic, it’d really make my day if you could drop a like, reblog, and/or comment to let me know! This story is also published on AO3 where you can comment anonymously! Although I mostly write for myself, your encouragement keeps me motivated to post and share my work.

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darkkny · 2 years

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“Let’s fix you up..”

Yandere! Rengoku Kyoujurou x GN! Reader

Warnings: Yandere behavior, imprisonment, creepy Kyou, sneaky Senjurou, drugging, chasing, fear, brief mention of asphyxiation. You’ve been warned.

No beta we die like men

Today was just another day in the prison that you’ve been forced to endure. Trapped in the never-ending hallways of the enormous flame estate. It seems your captor either thought you were stupid or trusted his younger brother enough to keep you from leaving the house. Those options or he just knew that you weren’t going to be able to get the hell out of here.

However, you knew that it was because of his brother. His younger brother was adorable, young, and seemingly innocent, however, he was extremely loyal to his older brother. You didn’t know if he knew that what his elder brother was doing was bad, or if he just didn’t see anything wrong with it. Either way, the young kid was tiny and exceptionally quiet, and like magic, he seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere.

One time, you had passed by a door that you come to know led to a hallway closer to the entrance, and the little flame-haired boy appeared seemingly out of nowhere and cried for your help in some deeper part of the house. It wasn’t better that you felt so hazy these days. You wondered what happened to you.

You started to feel fuzzy after your last escape attempt. That was how you found out that Senjuro-Kun was a little spy for his older brother. You knew your way around this never-ending maze of a house much better then than now. Maybe it was all the isolation spent in that dark room that you’re pretty sure isn’t even a part of the house. Kyojuro welcomed you back after he locked in there with only a little food, THAT'S when the woozy air-headedness started. You didn’t really know what was going on.

Speaking of Kyojuro, he hasn’t come home yet, and you suppose he wouldn’t for a bit. It was just yesterday that he kissed you passionately and squeezed you with that large beaming smile on his face. The smile that you may have fallen for in another life, had all this mess not happened. He told you with a surprisingly gentle voice, different from his usual boisterous, bouncing-off-the-wall voice, “I will be back my lovely darling. I’ll miss you so much.” He gave you another kiss before talking to Senjuro-Kun in a hushed whisper. Then he left, heading to talk to his father, whom you’ve hardly laid your eyes on. Only once, have your existences crossed and he was drunk off his ass and could hardly care about his son, much less you. You shrugged it off and focused on what you always used to think about: escape.

Your stomach growled and you decided that you wanted to eat a snack. Usually, you would have Senjuro-kun get the snack for you because he so fervently insisted, but you couldn’t be bothered to find the little guy, albeit it would not be hard. You headed to the kitchen, one of the rooms that you had genuine free access to. Kyojuro was a man of glutton and you supposed he expected you to be of that nature too, so he granted your freedom in the kitchen minus the knives and other things that could be used in harmful ways. You shuffled through the cabinets and stopped when you found Rice crackers and pulled them out, much to your surprise and curiosity, it brought another little container out with it.

Your breath hitched slightly as your head cleared up just enough to know what the hell you were looking at. Your stomach dropped and bile rose in your throat as you eyed the drugs. Your mind snapped like a puzzle and for the first time in many days, your head felt like it had been washed out by a raging storm. Everything was all too clear. The boys were poisoning your food with this little medication to keep you nice and complacent. Your heart broke at the thought that Kyojuro would actually do this to you and you shook the thought away. Of course, he would do this. He’s fucking crazy. He took you from your peaceful life, locked you up here, and has been drugging you. You should’ve known.

A little voice down the hall brought you back to the situation at hand and you shoved both the rice crackers and the medication back in their original spot and shut the cabinet quietly before exiting out the door that lead away from the hall that the young Rengoku’s voice carried from. You dipped behind the corner of the kitchen just as the little boy came in view and he looked around confusedly before heading to your hallway.

Feigning hunger, you ran down the hall quietly before turning and walking back toward the kitchen. “Senjurou-Kun, Senjurou-Kun, where are you?” And just as you expected the little boy appeared before you with a cute smile on his face. “Yay, (Y/N)-San there you are, is there something you need?” You nodded nervously and smiled, “I'm just feeling hungry, and I know how much you like preparing snacks for me.” He smiled and nodded.

“Yes, in fact, I was looking for you so that I could give you your dinner.” He walked ahead of you and you followed closely behind, somehow ashamed that he took better care of you than you did. He lead you back to your room and for the first time, you noticed a dish of salmon daikon set daintily in his hands. The dish sent a jab of pain through your body. It reminded you of your friend, Giyuu. You considered him your friend. He used to be everything to you, the only legitimate friend you had, besides Kyojuro. But now you were probably but a ghost to him. Who knows how long you’d been in here really?

You cast the thought away and smiled at the child, “Ah, Thank you so much, Senjurou, I appreciate it.” The child handed you the bowl and bowed before leaving. “I’ll be back for the dish in about 30 minutes. I hope you enjoy it, I hope you eat it all.” Your stomach sank and you quickly dipped inside your room, shutting the shoji behind you.

Sitting the dish by your futon, you paced around it. You wondered what you were going to do with it. After finding out about the drugs, you knew you couldn’t eat them, but Senjurou would know something was up if you didn’t eat them. You look around the room, trying to find anything to slide the food into. Your heart hurt, it look so yummy and your stomach growled. Rubbing your eyes, you shook your head. No. You couldn’t eat this.

You’d eventually found a piece of fabric and a vase that you could hide the food in. You knew that it would suck to clean up, but maybe you’d be gone before it actually began to stink. You wouldn’t have to worry about it then. Slipping the food into it, you covered the top with the fabric and placed it away. You made it to your futon with the bowl and chopsticks just as a knock sounded from the entrance to your room.

“Come in.” You called while trying your best to look like you had just eaten it. The young boy walked into the room and smiled at you, “Did you enjoy all of it?” You looked up to him and nodded without hesitation, and for the first time, you’d noticed the strange glint in his eyes. He nodded quickly and it was gone and for a moment you wondered if it was ever even there. He grabbed the bowl and the chopsticks from you and nodded before leaving.

After about 15 minutes, you sighed and laid down. The discovery and your anxiety about the situation had exhausted you and without fail you fell asleep.

•

The next morning, Senjurou met you in their small library. You assumed it was a library-type thing, it had a large number of books in it. He explain to you with pleading eyes that he had to leave to go to the market. You felt bad that he was the one who had to do that, and you cursed his father. He pleaded for you not to leave while he was gone. You lowered your eyelids and gave him a confused expression. “Why would I leave?”

He left with a huge smile on his face after he hugged you. You credited him for his sneakiness but he was naive. Not that you were actually going to leave. But while he was gone, and you knew that he wouldn’t be gone long, you scouted the rest of the house. Not eating last night caused your head to be nearly clear as day the next morning, and suddenly navigating the house felt so much easier and eventually, you were met with the entrance. Your eyes widened as you looked at the sunshine shining in through the windows. It blinded you. You weren’t used to it.

The sun's rays fell on your skin and tears welled in your eyes as you thought about your old life. You thought about the wind and the sound of fresh water rushing and the feel of your uniform against your skin. The tears broke over your waterline and you let them fall down your face. You knew how to get out and you would stop at nothing until you felt the taste of freedom.

After your encounter with the entrance, you set back to the kitchen to get food. Your stomach growled as you prepared a small snack involving those rice crackers you found. You avoided making contact with the medicine. Putting away the rice crackers, you race to your room. You’d just have to wait until nightfall.

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Silence had fallen over the flame estate as the moon rose above the hills. You were lucky to find that Kyoujurou had not come home yesterday, and you knew it was tonight or never. Making your futon nice and tidy, you roll it up and stick it into the bag you had found earlier in the kitchen. You slid open your shoji quietly and slipped out and down the hall. You knew you were already taking a risk by coming out but you had to get your stuff.

You didn’t know whether or not Kyoujurou kept your uniform and sword but you figured that if he did, he put it somewhere in his room. You’d only been in his room a couple of times. He always settled for seeing you and even sometimes sleeping in your room. When asked why he gave a loud laugh and held your face. “I simply love to be surrounded by you.”

Creeping down the hallway, you looked around the corner before ducking into the other hallway quickly and quietly. Your training as a demon slayer kinoe was rusty but you could still use some of it. You were great at being quiet considering a shinobi used to train you. You knew what he would say if he saw you now. He’d give you a bored look and point out how plain you looked now. You never got to say goodbye, having been taken before you returned from your mission with Rengoku. You wonder if Uzui tried to look for you.

Shaking your head, you approach Kyoujurou’s bedroom entrance. Looking around softly, you peel back the shoji before stepping inside and closing it. Once inside, you looked around. It was dark and it smelled of him. You scanned over the desk in the corner and over his futon that he left messily opened. Approaching his desk, you opened all the drawers and searched through them. You found nothing of yours and were about to close it when you saw an envelope labeled carefully in Kyoujurou’s scratchy handwriting. You couldn’t read it and you didn’t want to. You opened the envelope and looked through all the little pieces of paper in it. They were all the notes you’d sent him, and he had been annotating on them. Writing small phrases like, “how cute,” or “this means they love me.” Your heart hammered quickly in your chest and you closed the envelope before shoving it back in the drawer and closing it.

You continued to look through the room and stopped when you found yourself in the corner of his room, examining holes in his wall. They were fist-sized and you looked through them. There was a small room on the other side, with a window. The moon flared in through it and the small light reflected off a piece of metal. You looked closer you realized with joy that it was your sword. Backing up, you rush out of Kyoujurou’s room and close the shoji. Running up the hall quietly, you turn and quickly tried to open the shoji that leads to the small room. It wouldn’t budge and you realized it must be locked. Your stomach dropped and you grit your teeth.

No.

You weren’t going to give up now. As quietly as you could, you pushed up against the shoji before it gave way and slid open. You winced at the small noise it made and scrambled into the room. Looking around, your eyes land on your uniform and your sword. With quick work, you put your uniform on, leave your old clothes on the floor and grab your sword. Putting your sword into your belt you look around again, you see another small desk and realize that it was in front of the wall that had the holes. The first thing you noticed was a piece of paper on it. It had your handwriting on it and had been sprinkled in blood. You realized with horror that it was a note between you and Giyuu in which he had asked you if you wanted to eat lunch with him the next day. Your head hurt and you looked away. You closed your eyes and snatched the note and shoved it in your bag. You glanced over at the window and pulled up the thick paper. Looking around once more, you jump out of the window.

Your heart cried out in joy as you took off out of the yard and onto the dirt road outside the entrance gate. You sprinted down the road and towards the center of the village that the Rengoku estate was set in. Weaving through vendors and stalls, you hoped more than anything that you could reach the butterfly mansion within the morning. You didn’t know why you were going to the butterfly mansion but you thought that maybe it was because you needed a familiar scenery.

Your body recovered the more and more you ran and soon you were back up to your previous running speed. You were close to reaching the gate when your guy twisted and you slid to a stop. Your heart twisted with anxiety as you shoved yourself behind a building and looked out towards the entrance cautiously. Your heart dropped as the fluffy yellow hair of your captor came into view. He was walking with a member of the village. You heard his loud voice from where you were. “…I have someone waiting for me at home, I’d love to try some of your delicious udon but I really really miss them, and I need to get home to them as soon as possible.” Your throat closed up and you could hear their footsteps get closer and closer. You did the only thing you could think of and you climbed.

By the time you reached the balcony, Kyoujurou and the man came around the building and you flattened yourself onto the floor of it as much as you could. The two kept laughing and talking before the Hashira stopped suddenly and looked around him. You felt his eyes rake over the balcony and you swore he could hear your heartbeat. After a second, he laughed and apologized to the villager, who looked quite frightened. They were gone before you knew it.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, your heart beating irrationally. You wanted desperately to get up because you knew it wouldn’t take him too long to figure out you were gone. Your fear, however, kept you rooted to the floor of the balcony. After a few minutes, you stood up shakily and climbed the rest of the way to the roof. Standing on the roof, you peered over all the roofs before looking into the forest west. You knew the forest was your best bet. Crouching, you get ready to jump when you feel a pair of piercing eyes fall onto your body. You turn slowly to find a disheveled Kyoujurou staring at you around 3 roofs away from you. You swore up and down that they had to be able to teleport.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him, even from such a large distance and you knew he was pissed off. Keeping your eyes on him, you back up slowly before springing off the roof and landing gracefully onto the road below. With no hesitation, you raced into the woods and didn’t look behind you. You could hear his footsteps behind you as you ducked and swerved through bushes. You realized with a strike of fear that he wasn’t trying to be stealthy and was instead pursuing you straight on. Which meant that he was playing with you. Your heart knocked against your ribs as you slid under a fallen tree and continued your sprint away from him.

At this rate, you knew you would be overtaken by him as your legs began to burn. Taking a sharp turn, you drew your blade and got into formation.

“Thunder Breathing: First form: Thunderclap and Flash.”

With the move, you jerked your body forward at the speed of lightning and raced through the forest. Your precision while dodging was messy as you became scratched and scraped by twigs and limbs. Your body hurt and you became desperate to get away from the man chasing you. Your ears pricked and you could barely hear his footsteps.

You slowed down and with great precision and desperation, you slid under a thick bush and covered yourself with its leaves. You struggled to calm your breathing and you placed your hand over your mouth as the flame Hashira stepped out into your former spot. His hand held his sword and the gleam from the moonlight made your stomach curl.

He looked around slowly and put his sword away before walking to the other end of the clearing, slowly, deliberately. His voice rang out in the silence of the woods, “I know you’re here, come out, my darling.” He looked around before heading towards you. Your skin pricked as your body shook. He stopped just shy of the bush you hid under and called for you again. You eye his legs and tears began to form. Your heart beats loudly and you cursed it. He could probably hear it.

He put his hand on his hips and laughed loudly, “I guess they really aren’t in this clearing.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his odd language as he walked passed you and out of sight. You kept your hand over your mouth for a few seconds before you removed it and let out a soft sigh. Tears fell down over your cheeks as you softly cried. You begin to get up when a warm hand wraps itself around your ankle and pulls you out of the bush aggressively. A scream rips from your body as you thrash around and try to escape his grip. He laughs loudly and drags you into the open. You punch and kick at his hand and cry as you begin to panic.

He lets go of your foot before immediately pinning you down and climbing on top of you. You close your eyes and look away as tears fall freely from your eyes and sobs fall from your mouth. His hand makes its way to your cheek before wiping it slowly. “(Y/N), look at me.” You refuse and keep your face pointed away from him. He growls and grips your face with his hand and turns it toward you. Your frightened eyes meet his angry ones. He smiles at you and brushes your hair out of your face.

“Hi, my darling.” You shake your head and close your eyes. “I’m not your darling, get away from me, you fucking-“ You’re cut off by his mouth as he aggressively kisses you and pushes your head into the ground. Pulling away, he grins at you, “that’s better, isn’t it, my love?” Your eyes widen before refilling with tears and your body goes limp beneath him. He seems elated at your compliance and he stands up and picks you up bridal style. You look up at his face as he begins to walk how you came. His face held a smile but his jaw was set and you could tell he was gritting his teeth. He was pissed off and you knew something was about to happen. Oh boy, you’d find out when you got home.

The fear of the unknown kept you rooted in Kyoujurou’s arms until the gate of the estate came into view. Once you saw the brick of the walls, your heart kicked into overdrive and you began thrashing and screaming in his arms. Your eyes widened as he tightened his grip on you, so much that you whimpered from the sheer strength. Despite his grip, you wouldn’t give up regardless of the fact that you knew you were digging a deeper grave for yourself.

You thrashed and struggled more and more until his grip had become so tight you could barely breathe and you began to get lightheaded. Your mouth opened in an attempt to get more oxygen into your lungs but only pained and hoarse gasps escaped. “Kyou- k - Kyoujurou, please I- I can’t breathe.” He only looked down at you, with a small smile. Your eyelids fell over your eyes, akin to a sultry stare, a bright pink fell over your cheeks, and your lips were bruised with smeared saliva. His face broke into a blush and he kissed your lips softly. Your vision started to get blurry and the corner darkened when you were laid down gently in a small dark room. The room in which he held your stuff.

Your body shook as you desperately tried to suck air into your lungs, your eyes watering as tears spilled over your cheeks. Coughing and choking, you peer up at the man in front of you in fear. He stared down at you with a surprisingly gentle face. Slowly, he lowered himself and climbed over you until he was straddling you, similar to in the woods. His face dropped to be level with yours and his hand reached out to hold your cheek gently. He said nothing as you flinched away from his touch and looked down at him in fear. Sighing, helowered his head more until his mouth was level with the base of your neck. Taking in a deep breath, he shuddered as your smell filled his nostrils. You shook in fear.

Moving forward, Kyoujurou pressed a chaste kiss to your jugular before moving up the side of your neck with small kisses until he reached your lips in which he quickly captured with his own. His eyes fell closed and one arm held him up as his other pulled you closer to him. Pulling away, he smiled, a cold glint in his eyes. “Okay, my darling. Let’s fix you up.”

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shadowofroses · 2 years

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Fallen Chapter 2

Demon Slayer

Pairing: Hunter! Reader x Phoenix Shapeshifter! Rengoku Kyoujurou

Genre: Dark Fantasy, adventure, Mythological Creatures, Phoenix, Fairies, Reader is a Hunter, Reader has no description average height, slightly chubby reader, Mutual attraction. Slight OOC, Eventual Smut? But no Smut yet. MDNI

Words: 5058

Chapter 1: Ao3 Chapter 3

Main Summery:

You got ready for a normal day of duck hunting, what you weren't prepared for was shooting a Mythological creature out of the sky. Were you even prepared for Cupids Arrow when you went to assist that Creature you've injured. You start to learn there is more than just Humans in the world.

Chapter Summery:

After a Run in with a possible Fae, Kyoujurou finds it safer to bring her to his Realm to keep her safe for the night. Also coming across a Thunder Bird and a Messenger of Love as well, as well as meeting Kyoujurou and Senjurou's father.

Chapter Two:

Over the next week, it was silent. You killed a deer, and you had to bring it into town. You huffed to get it onto the small cart of yours. A Beautiful Buck. Sixteen points. A massive beast. You couldn’t wait to bring it into town, and offer it to the Butcher. You grabbed a hold of the handles of the cart, and worked to roll it into town about a Kilometer away.

Halfway, you came across a man in the woods who was leaning on a tree, which was curious in itself. You were the only one that lived out here of course. You wouldn’t be opposed to neighbors, however less people around meant less hunting accidents. Plus you got to spend time with your Phoenix friends.

“Are you okay sir?” Curse you and your need to be useful and polite at times.

Magenta eyes flashed up at you, and gave a soft smile, tipping his white hat he nodded, “Just taking a break heading into town. Would it be okay to trouble you for a ride?”

You blinked looking back towards the buck on your cart, “If you can find a comfortable space sure, I’m sure your weight won’t hinder me anymore than this Buck.” the man chuckled in response, he shifted the deer and sat on the back of the wagon.

“I appreciate this Child.”

Child? He didn’t seem much older than you. You shrugged it off as you knew people were odd. “You must be a far ways out from home, normally people don’t come out this way.” you went to move the wagon, only to feel it be…somewhat lighter than before? Maybe you just built some muscle you were unaware of?

“Oh, not at all I live deep in the woods, I just found myself winded upon arriving to the main road.” a Smooth voice voice sounded, which seemed to wrap itself around your head.

You shook your head of the feeling. “Oh, I was unaware that someone else lived out here. I was under the belief that I was the only one.”

“There are many that live in the woods.” very Cryptic, and it made you pause in your mind. “I am Tsukihiko, It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Remember, don’t give your name out.

“Miss?”

You laughed, “Sorry about that uh…Mr. Tsukihiko I spaced out. My name is Yukina.”

“Yukina, is such a pretty name, for a pretty woman.”

First you were a child, now you’re a woman? “It is? Tha-” you clammed up.

Don’t thank the fae.

“Something the matter?” the voice cooed.

You felt a shiver run down your spine, were you even certain this was a Fae? Why would you flatter yourself by thinking you’d run into such a creature not long after a Phoenix? “Oh, uh no. Only that it sounds weird to me honestly, you see I was named after my grandmother, Frankly I’m not too fond of it, it reminds me of Snow, and I don’t get to see snow too often.”

You lied through your teeth. Oh, you didn’t like to lie. Tsukihiko chuckled, “I see. Have you lived here your whole life?”

“Of course.” you sighed in relief seeing the town coming into view. “Oh we’ve arrived!” you sped up your pace. You noticed the man was silent. “Mr Tsukihiko?” you questioned looking back at your cart, only finding your Buck. The man was gone. You felt a chill run down your spine again.

Well you did want away from him. You just didn’t like the fact that the cart’s weight never changed. You rolled it over to the Kamado’s Butchery shop. You knocked on the door, seeing an older woman wiping her hands on a towel, “Hello Ma’am is Tanjiro around? I have a nice buck to donate to the Shop.”

“Tanjiro! A Customer!” The woman walked away with a smile

With that, the ginger haired teen rushed to the door with a bright smile. “(Name)! And a Buck no doubt?”

You grinned with a nod, “Of course! I was hoping to get a small chunk of the meat, and maybe some bones, oh and the rack!”

Tanjiro’s eyes brightened at that, “Of course! Do you want anything today?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I’ll be back in town in a week. I can pick up my cart then. Is there other meat you’d like me to get for you guys?”

Tanjiro hummed in thought, “Nezuko is getting some fish and I think Mushrooms, so I don’t think so. We have a Steer coming in a couple of weeks. Mom might put it on the menu when that happens. Want first pickings at the tongue? I hear Beef Tongue is delicious.”

You shook your head, “Not quite my favorite, I’ll eat it if it’s the only thing left, but not as a first choice.” You thought back to Tsukihiko. “Say, Tanjiro. Do you know of anyone else that lives in the woods other than me?”

Tanjiro gives you an odd glance, “You’re the only one I know that lives there (Name). Why?”

“I found a man by the main road into town, and I gave him a ride. But once we got here, he disappeared.” You responded, running your hand through your hair. “Said there were others that lived in the forest…”

“Strange…What did he look like?” Tanjiro frowned.

You scratched your head before going to wave your hand in the air, “Like this tall, Black hair. He wore a suit, and a white hat. I didn’t see his eyes. He called himself Tsukihiko.”

“I don’t know…” Tanjiro shook his head looking around the small area around his home not finding anyone similar to the description. “…I’ll take this cart around back. Be careful (Name).” you gave the younger teen a smile and a wave.

You nodded back, “You as well Tanjiro!” You ran off back on track through the woods from town. However, you felt eyes on you. You wanted to curl up into yourself, not liking the feeling at all. It was almost as if you walked into a door made of cobwebs.

I just need to get home…

You set forth in a jog, trying not to show you were scared. Show? Show who? Who were you scared of? You made it home within fifteen minutes. You looked around seeing no one, before you shook your head, you leaned onto your knees panting.

Foolish. One no one was there. Two you were weaponless. Forget humans, or Fae, what if a bear or a wolf attacked you?

Your mind was going a million miles a minute. You heard a trill of a bird, looking up you saw a massive Phoenix fly down to you. Not the size of Senjurou, larger. It landed on the ground, it chirped out a gorgeous song. “Come on, let’s get you inside. Rengoku.” You said with a smile, completely forgetting the terror you were under previously.

You rushed the bird inside and closed the door, allowing him to shift into a more agreeable human form, a larger older version of Senjurou. Only Senjurou had the decency to keep his lower half feathered. Your visage darkened as you turned away from the male.

Rengoku busted up laughing, “I forget how prude Humans can be. Cute! You can look now, sorry.” You looked over and found Rengoku feathered from the waist down. “I hear Senjurou’s visited you.”

You nodded, uncovering your head from the bandana you had on, revealing your hair. “He is a very curious uh…boy…uh man…uh Phoenix.” You rubbed your neck unsure.

Rengoku grinned, leaning back against your bedroom door frame. “I mean technically he looks young, so boy is fine. I’m fine with man. What did you two talk about?”

You hummed, “He told me some of your family history, about your mother, but not a whole lot.” You watched as Rengoku tilted his head with that smile still on his face. One day he discussed some tales, I had a crisis when I realized I fed a duck to a Phoenix asking if it was Bird Cannibalism.” Rengoku barked out laughing. “He reassured me it wasn’t.”

“Yes, he teased me saying he got to try some of your cooking. He said it was very delicious! I wouldn’t mind trying some one day!” You noticed a tint of hope in his voice.

You furrowed your brows, “I think I have a jar of venison jerky, not sure how you like that…”

“Make it yourself?!”

You nodded, “Of course, I see no one else around to make it for me.” You giggled.

You pulled out a strip of meat and he took a hold of it, taking a decent sized bite out of it, you saw his eyes sparkle and his hair fluffed up. “DELICIOUS!” You grinned at that. He then paused before turning to you, “Was there a reason you were panicking when you got back? …Mmm… DELICIOUS!”

You blinked, “Uh yeah…I took a deer back to the Butcher in town, and came across this weird man in the woods.” You frowned, crossing your arms as you looked up to Rengoku’s eyes. They were locked onto yours, and you felt your heart skip a beat at that. Ignore that… “I gave him a ride into town, and he…disappeared? He willingly gave me his name, and I gave him a different name. Yukina, but I haven’t felt right since, Especially when he said he lived in the woods, and that there were many others that lived there.”

Rengoku’s eyes widened at that. “Good chance I might have opened your…what do you humans call it? Awareness to other beings when you took care of me. Third eye? So to speak? And accidentally made you more sensitive. The more we are around you, the more you might become aware of other beings and creatures that normally might not be seen by the normal Human eye. My apologies for this.”

You shook your head, “Nono it’s fine! Well, again, my fault altogether considering I shot you out of the air.”

Rengoku gave a crooked smile with his eyes closed, “Good shot by the way.” He crossed one of his feathered legs over the other, this time the feathers were red, but glinted with a hint of gold. Almost begging you to take a better look at them. “Did he reach out for you first? Or did you say something?”

You slapped your forehead lightly, “I asked if he needed any help.”

Rengoku hummed, “Good chance if you ignored him, he wouldn’t have known you could see him.” He rocked his back against the door frame allowing him to stand up again, “But since you acknowledge him, it probably spiked his interest in who you are, so be prepared for him to most likely visit.”

Rengoku watched as your body physically trembled, “I hope not, I’ve been feeling creeped out ever since.”

Rengoku snapped his fingers, “Well then we’ll be prepared for the multiple possibilities of what he could be! However before then…” you watched as he bit his bottom lip causing you to tilt your head at him. “I was curious if you would like to fly with me?” He was nervous, but asked as confidently as he could.

“How…would I do that?”

Rengoku grinned at your question, “One of two ways, one, I just shift a little, and I just carry you in my arms. Two, as a bird, I can adjust my size, and you can ride on the back of my neck.”

You rubbed your arm, “Wouldn’t…that put you at risk of being caught?”

Rengoku shook his head in response. “You’re the first one that caught me in a while. So I doubt it.”

This time you bit your lip in thought, which drew his attention. “Which would be more comfortable for you?”

Rengoku paused for a moment before responding. “Carrying you! Come!” He announced as he went to exit your cabin.

You blinked back aghast. “Wait what?! Right now?” You ran out after him.

Rengoku’s size grew to one he was more comfortable with, and picked you up by your arm pits causing you to squeak out in shock causing him to laugh. “Wrap your legs around my waist here…”

“HEH?!” Your face darkened at the thought, but did as he stated.

Rengoku only grinned, “Now, arms around my neck. Closer you are to me, the easier I can make sure I don’t drop you. Not that I would.” You almost pouted at seeing the mischievous look in his eyes when he said that. However, you amazingly had a lot of trust in him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and felt his arms wrap around your waist. “Good girl.” He preened, you felt your heart skip a beat at that, and you buried your face into his neck. Breathing in, you couldn’t help but to smell charcoal, and cinnamon. He then chuckled, “You can’t see anything if you keep your face in my neck…”

You lifted your head slowly, finding the Phoenix centimeters away from your face, Your face darkened as he held a breath, and his heart skipped a beat, especially with the way the sun beamed down across your face, adding a glow that was just stunning. You were the first to look away rather reluctantly. “So…like this?”

Rengoku’s face softened, “Yes! Ready?”

“As ready as I can be…” You muttered somewhat nervously.

“That’s not an answer! Are you ready Little Hawk?”

You blinked for a moment as your eyes searched his. He wanted reassurance, and not a nervous answer, “Yes.”

Rengoku’s hair seemed to fluff up. Bending at the knees he jumped up, as his wings caught onto the air. You had meeped and hid your face in his neck again. He started to laugh as the two of you ascended into the sky. “The air gets light up here, so you might feel different! Try to control your breathing if you can!” He raised one of his hands up to your chin, “Hey…do you want to take a look? Don’t look down, just ahead.”

Whether it was the thin air, the gentle touch or him speaking softly that made you dizzy, you had no idea. You lifted your face from his neck, and his fingers followed. The first thing you saw was the feathers of his wings as they glistened in the sun, the gold glittering over his ruby wings. You looked around as it looked like sparks of gold rained around the two of you. In the distance the sun was setting, and the two of you were above the clouds. “Wow…” the view nearly left you breathless, or was it the thin air? “Beautiful.”

You glanced back at Rengoku’s face, his eyes never left your form, “It is. It fills my heart with joy knowing you think so!” He smiled down at you with closed eyes. “Kyoujurou.”

You blinked, mainly mesmerized by him. “Huh?”

“My name is Kyoujurou…” He responded as he continued to look into your eyes, “May I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart sped up terribly fast. You nodded, “Yes, if that is what you want.”

Kyoujurou swallowed, nodding back sheepishly. His finger still on your chin, “It is…” you let him guide your lips to his, when they collided you felt a jolt of electricity run through you. Kyoujurou felt his heart race. Pulling away reluctantly, the both of you felt your lips tingle. The both of you holding your breaths. He moved to kiss you again, when a screech came out of nowhere, startling the both of you.

A pop was heard, “IS THAT A HUMAN?!”

Your head snapped into the direction of the voice. They seemed like a younger boy, blond Orange tipped haired, big brown eyes, gold wings, and it looked like he was judging the two of you. “Calm down Zenitsu…” Kyoujurou stared at the boy as he held you tighter.

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! KANROJI HAS SHOT ME WITH TEN ARROWS AND SHOT NONE OF THE GIRLS I WAS AROUND! WHY IS IT YOU GET A GIRL!?” This Zenitsu seemed really upset, as electricity sparked through the air. “IT’S NOT FAAAAAAAAAAAIR!”

You sweat dropped at that, “Kanroji? Are they another hunter?”

Kyoujurou looked down at you with a grin, “No, she’s a messenger of love. Some people call her Cupid.”

“She obviously shot the both of you!~ WHEN WILL I GET A TUUUURN?!”

Kyoujurou’s eyes shot over to the boy and laughed boisterously. “You’re still young, don’t be in a hurry for love!” Your eyes widened and you blushed at that.

“SAYS THE PHOENIX THAT GOT A GIRL!” Zenitsu screamed, pointing at the two of you.

“What do you need?” Kyoujurou continued to smile, waiting for the boy to get to the point.

Zenitsu grumbled, crossing his arms. “Senjurou’s looking for you. So…what’s her name?”

Kyoujurou gave you a glance, encouraging you to respond. Meaning it was okay to give him your name. “(Name).” you said softly.

Zenitsu blushed, blinked, and nearly fell out of the air, “SO CUTE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! EEEEEP” Startling you. Zenitsu then paused, as he floated up, turning to look behind him, he found an arrow in his butt. “KANROOOOOJI! STOP IT!~”

Kyoujurou chuckled as a mischievous giggle filled the air. A pink with lime green tipped haired woman with tiny wings popped out of nowhere, in greek looking garb which showed off her chest. “Now, what fun would that be Zeni?” With a wink, there was another popping sound and she disappeared with a giggle. She reappeared beside you and Kyoujurou, and squealed, “YOU TWO LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER~ AAAAAH!~” and she popped out of vision again. The both of you feeling stings in your butts, causing you to yelp. Kyoujurou only fills your ears with laughter. “Better to be safe than sorry!~” Then a giggle fading into the distance.

Kyoujurou looked back at you with a gentle look. “Would you like to come say hi to Senjurou?” You only nodded, “Come along Zenitsu.” He started to fly off north.

Zenitsu followed, “Wait, are you really bringing her with you?!”

“YES!~ Senjurou met her, and adores her, and I wanted to gift her an experience!” Kyoujurou glanced down at you for a second, “We are going through a veil, so it may feel slightly weird, it separates the two realms. OR my home from yours!”

You readied yourself, and felt yourself go through what seemed like ice water and cobwebs for a moment. Though the cobweb feeling wasn’t as creepy as earlier when you were running home. You glanced around, gasping again as what seemed to be floating buildings? On Clouds? It was unreal. “How…”

“Ancient magic!” Kyoujurou’s hair fluffed.

You glanced over at Zenitsu, who was looking at you as if debating on something. “So…Uh, Zenitsu…Are you a Phoenix too?”

As if he was excited to have some attention on him, he started to fly backwards and posed in the air, “I’m a Thunder Bird, not a Phoenix.” one of his hands was placed on his head.

Kyoujurou laughed, “No need to show off Zenitsu!”

Which caused the boy to pout. “I just want a mate~”

Your face darkened with the word mate. Did that mean Kyoujurou was planning on making you his mate?! No, couldn’t be, you were getting ahead of yourself! It was way too soon for anything right?!

Right?

Who were you kidding? He was handsome, sweet, even mischievous at times. If he asked you’d most likely jump at the chance, due to him not being normal, not that it was a bad thing. But it was also a slight rush knowing he wasn’t human. You couldn’t help it. You were genuinely interested in Kyoujurou. However, there was only one way to see where anything with him led.

Kyoujurou and Zenitsu landed on a cloud with a building on it. Kyoujurou moved to let you down, not letting go of you, due to him assuming you’d be less confident about the cloud itself being solid. He moved to brush your hair out of your face and behind one of your ears, “Hey, are you alright Little Hawk?”

You blinked and shook your head, “I’m fine Kyou.” Not even thinking on the fact that you shortened his name, which caused the Phoenix to blush. You shifted your weight learning to trust that the cloud was solid for those who walked on it. “So…is this still Earth?”

Kyoujurou held onto your hand gently. “Yes, just a separate Realm on Earth. No fear of Humans here. Or at least not from the ones we invite into it.”

You meekly gave his hand a squeeze as you looked up at him, “Thank you for trusting me.”

Kyoujurou wanted to scoop you up into a hug, but refrained. Only grinning with closed eyes, as he lead you into the building, or rather estate. You noted it felt weird to walk on clouds. Before entering you took off your shoes. Which Kyoujurou appreciated. “I’m home Senjurou!”

You watched as a phoenix came forth, upon seeing you, the bird hiccuped and shifted into his human half with Phoenix feathers down his bird-like legs. “(Name)! Brother, are you sure it’s wise to bring her here? Not that I’m not happy to see you and all!”

Kyoujurou nodded firmly. “Of course! She had a run in with a possible Fae earlier, or at least that is what I assume it was. I was hoping she would stay for the night here just in case!” He looked down at you sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “Assuming that it is fine with you of course! Usually Fae try to attack at night after the first encounter!”

You blinked taking in the information, and you nodded, “Would make the most sense, if it’s no issue with your family and all…”

Kyoujurou fluffed his hair, “It’s not an issue at all! I do apologize, we don’t have beds, we usually rest in our Nests.” His face transformed with blush as it seemed to match the tips of his hair and feathers after this, “If you would like, you can stay in my nest, I’ll make sure it’s extremely comfortable for you, or I can build you your own…”

Senjurou watched as your eyes widened and face darken at that, “Um…I’ll think about it…” His eyes glittered mischievously, Kyoujurou caught on.

“Senjurou…strictly for her safety nothing's going to happen.”

“Suuuuure.~” Senjurou sang out before turning to you with a grin. “Would you like something to eat? We have the Ostrich we were telling you about, and it’s really good!”

You nodded with a small smile. “Sure, I’ll try it.” With that Senjurou shifted into his bird form and Trilled before flying off deep into the estate.

Kyoujurou chuckled, looking back down at you with admiration. His hand hadn't left yours, and he squeezed his grip slightly. “You’re doing well.” He brought your hand up, and he leaned down to kiss it, enjoying the blush that he brought to your face. He then paused in thought, “May I court you?”

Kyoujurou’s eyes never left yours, watching as you looked at him in almost disbelief. You would have questioned if he was certain, but you had a feeling he would only chuckle at that. You nodded sheepishly. “Yes. You may.”

Kyoujurou’s hair fluffed up and he grinned, moving to lift you up into a hug. He moved to give you a kiss, but there was a cough, and a grumble from Zenitsu, “I’m still here you know…” With a mischievous look in Kyoujurou’s eyes, he placed you back on the floor and snuck a kiss anyway.

“I’ll go see if Senjurou needs assistance!” Kyoujurou ran off down the hall, and you were left alone with Zenitsu.

“So…” Zenitsu was trying not to find it awkward being around a pretty woman, “How did you and Rengoku meet?”

You rubbed your neck, and muttered to yourself hoping he couldn’t pick up on it. “I…kinda shot him with an arrow mistaking him for a big duck or something…”

Zenitsu’s eyes widened, looking at you horrified. “YOU WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!”

You wanted to shrink, “I…was stupid, I apologized and helped nurse him, and Senjurou came to help him heal…”

Zenitsu paused blinking, thinking if it wasn’t for Mitsuri, most likely Kyoujurou wouldn’t be as enamored right? Zenitsu crossed his arms thinking, Can Mitsuri’s magic even affect a Phoenix? He ended up sighing to himself. “Well, already a step up from two thirds of the human race.” He turned to look at you as you stared at him wide eyed. “My only advice is to have patience, and be careful. I mean you can get hurt if you fall from this cloud without us knowing.”

You nodded, “Of…of course. Um…anything more I should know about this?”

Zenitsu hummed, “I mean you’re already thrusted into a situation where it’s going to be a knowledge overload, which is why I suggest having patience. It’s alright not to know everything, and its fine for you not to. Just remember they lived more lifetimes than you.”

You tilted your head in thought, “So…How long do Thunder Birds live for?”

Zenitsu shrugged, “It all depends, I’m only about one hundred years old.”

A grunt was heard causing Zenitsu to stand as straight as he could on his raptorial feet. “So, this is the human my son is pining over?” Even you stood straight at that, and your eyes locked onto an older version of Kyoujurou, in a half shifted form, standing well over nine feet. He looked at you, “You follow me, Boy. If Kyoujurou comes looking for her, tell him we’re in the Library.”

Zenitsu nodded “Yes Sir!”

The man turned, and started to walk off, expecting you to follow, which you did. He entered a room with a ton of books that made your head spin. “So, did he kidnap you or something?”

You blinked hard, “HEH!? No! He didn’t kidnap me! Why would you think that?”

He only shrugged, “Poor joke, forgive me. It’s been a while since I’ve socialized with a human. What’s your name?”

“(Last name) (First Name).” you meekly said.

“I see. I’m Shinjurou. So, what is your angle?”

You blinked again, “Um…excuse me?”

With that, the door flew open with two flaming heads of hair flying through, “FATHER!” they both cried out.

“Sorry, they acted like it was a travesty she was with you.” Zenitsu mumbled as the boys glared at him.

Shinjurou frowned, “They probably did.”

Kyoujurou jumped up, “FATHER! Please let me explain!”

Shinjurou raised an eyebrow, “Explain what? You’ve been boisterous about the woman the whole world most likely knows. What is there for you to explain?” Kyoujurou went red at that, “I’m curious about the one that caught your attention, is it wrong to question her?”

You rubbed your arm, “What would you like to know?” Causing all four of them to look at you. Zenitsu couldn’t help but to think how brave you were being.

“Are you after His tears?”

You shook your head, “NO! I never want to see him or any of you cry for that matter!”

Shinjurou’s eyes narrowed, “You will die, and he will cry. Fact of life. You are a hunter?”

You nodded, looking down, “Yes I Am.”

“Family?”

“None, I live alone.”

Shinjurou looked to his son, “And your reason for bringing her here?”

Kyoujurou looked forward, “I wanted to show her the views, and she had a possible encounter with a Fae today, and I thought it would be wiser to let her stay her for the night!”

Shinjurou frowned at that, “Fae? And you didn’t think to ask me first?”

“You make your distrust of Humans quite clear!”

Shinjurou sighed, “Yes, it’s a distrust, it’s one needed in this day and age. Your mother was human, and I loved her.” He glanced between Senjurou and Kyoujurou, “Hell you were probably afraid I wouldn’t approve. I wasn’t the best after she passed, and I know you two remember that.” He turned back to you, “As long as you don’t lie to me…Us. I have no issues. Despite our lifetimes we only find one mate, and I don’t want to see his heart broken.”

Both you and Kyoujurou’s faces darkened, “Father! I don’t want to mate with her currently! I just want to make sure she’s safe!”

You watched Shinjurou’s face soften at that. “Your feelings on the situation?”

You opened and shut your mouth a couple of times, “I…feel slightly overwhelmed by um…with the whole mating…thing..”

Shinjurou shrugged, “You may all go. Remember to take her home tomorrow.”

Kyoujurou placed an arm around your shoulders leading you out of the library. Senjurou and Zenitsu following. “Sorry about that, I didn’t think my father would want to talk to you…”

You scratched your head, “It….its fine.” you turned to Senjurou, “Um…Senjurou, I know you wanted me to try Ostrich, but is it okay if I go lay down for the night?”

Senjurou nodded, “Of course!”

Kyoujurou continued to leave an arm around you, “I’ll lead you to a room, did you decide if you want to sleep by yourself or with me?”

Zenitsu’s eyes widened and he was about to say something when Senjurou grabbed him by his armpits and started to drag him away. You noted that Kyoujurou felt warm, and fought with yourself with what you wanted. “With you…if it’s fine…” Nothing wrong with cuddling. Right?

Kyoujurou gave a soft smile, “I’ll join you to soften the nest. Come.” You let him lead him to the room where his nest was. The nest was a decent size, with branches, twigs, clothing, blankets. Kyoujurou shifted into a large Phoenix, and you watched as he entered his nest, circling to find a comfy spot, as he laid down his head tilted towards you, and lifted a wing.

You blinked, “You…want me to lay against you under your wing?” Kyoujurou nodded his head, thrilled with being glad you understood what he meant. Your face softened and you entered his nest and laid against his plumage, finding the feathers extremely soft. He gently moved to cover you with his wing, chirping softly, “Comfy…Thank you…” Kyoujurou rubbed his head against your cheek before dozing off beside you.

#Demon Slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #Reader X Rengoku #Reader is a hunter #Rengoku is a Phoenix shapeshifter #Fae Muzan #Cupid Mitsuri #Thunderbird Zenitsu

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