#Will this fill the Mizuki shaped hole in my heart

[midnightskraptor]

Am I cool yet

[dudeandduchess]

Kyoujurou angst hurts so good imma cry about it forever 😩❤️❤️ my fire best boy deserves the world!!!(+to live) 🔥❤️ Can you write him with a s/o that ends up saving him from near death (w/ insert budding doctor skills) and as she continues to check on him everytimes he’s conscious he’s either trying too woo her or asking someone else about the guardian angel he wants to marry

Oooh yes, bby! Only certified masochists for Kyō can endure such pain and pleasure. Lol. I actually laughed aloud at the “+to live” part. Yes he does deserve to live. Like oof. I hope you like this one. :D If you have more requests, please feel free to send them in. :D xx

Warning: This has mild manga spoilers. Very mild. Like veryyyy mild.

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Kyōjurō with a Reader Who Saves Him from Death (SFW Scenario):

Rengoku was prepared for death. In fact, he was welcoming it with open arms.

The memories kept playing in his mind, as he felt the life slowly draining out of him. There was simply no surviving his injuries.

But what a heroic way to go; protecting the lives of so many people. All two hundred lives spared for the price of one? He thought that that was a fair trade off.

So, he waited. And waited.

But death simply wouldn’t come.

“He’s still alive! Hand me my medical kit,” An angelic voice bellowed close to him, just as he felt nimble fingers against his face. “Hurry!”

Kyōjurō opened his good eye, only to catch a glimpse of the goddess hovering over him. He wanted to see more of her, but the rays of the morning sun were too bright for him. So he had no choice but to close his eye again.

Voices swarmed around him, he could count as many as ten people gathered around him. All while the goddess tended to him.

He could feel her hands moving over his body, as well as a stinging pain that didn’t have anything to do with the massive hole in his chest.

The goddess even said words that made sense by themselves, but didn’t when they were strung together. His pneumothorax needed a chest seal?

What in the world was a chest seal?

“Hey, hey,” The goddess was talking to him. So he opened his eyes the tiniest sliver, and offered her a weak grin.

“You’re very pretty.”

He could see the blush that tinted her cheeks, and the thought that he could make such a beautiful woman get so flustered took his mind off of the throbbing pain he felt.

But with a shake of her head, she put her professional mask back in place. “Whatever you were doing before… with your breathing, do it again while I seal your wound.”

Kyōjurō didn’t have much energy left in him, but if the pretty goddess wanted it, then he would grant her request.

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“How is he?” (Y/n) asked one of her assistants, as she made her way inside the room she’d provided for the man she’d saved days ago.

Judging by his uniform alone, she immediately pinned him as another Slayer. The very sight of the special garb brought back tons of memories for her; ones that she still held close, as they were of her brother— who used to be among the Demon Slayers’ ranks.

She’d also taken in the three boys that were with the enigmatic man that day, and it didn’t take long for them to confirm her suspicions: they really were part of the organization that her older brother had devoted his life to.

“He’s been asking for you, (Y/n)-sama; ‘the goddess that saved me’, he’d said earlier.” Mizuki, her long-time assistant answered with a quiet laugh, as the physician-in-training’s cheeks warmed with a blush.

“He also said that you’re the woman he’s going to marry.” Mizuki added with another giggle. “Isn’t that adorable? You’ve already found your husband, with no effort at all.”

(Y/n)’s gaze flickered over to the man still asleep in the bed, before immediately darting away— as butterflies fluttered inside her stomach.

“Just give him some water when he wakes up. No tea or anything else with caffeine at the moment. And please get him to take the medicine I gave him.” With that, (Y/n) turned around on her heel and exited the room in a hurry.

She couldn’t deny that the man— named Rengoku Kyōjuro, according to the trio with him— was handsome. But she wasn’t one to fall for mere good looks and flowery words.

No, she really wasn’t.

Besides, falling for a Slayer was the last thing that she wanted to do.

At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Because for the past few weeks that Rengoku was in her care, she’d discovered so many things about him; and she found that she liked the charismatic man more than she led everyone to believe.

He would continuously flirt with her while she tended to his bandages and, in the inevitable cases where she wasn’t around, he kept asking (Y/n)’s assistants where ‘the woman he was going to marry’ was at.

It made for embarrassing conversations between (Y/n) and her nurses, but the young physician couldn’t deny that it made her heart flutter in excitement.

“(Y/n), you know you’re really amazing?” Kyōjurō began with a chuckle, as the aforementioned woman changed the bandages around his chest.

She briefly looked up at him, before turning her attention back to her task. She could have forked the task off to someone else, but she always found herself doing it— just so she could spend time with the Flame Hashira. “Why?”

“Because you’ve filled the gaping hole inside my chest.” The young man laughed, only to wince as his wound throbbed in pain.

In turn, a blush colored (Y/n)’s cheeks, while she tried to hide the evidence that blatantly told how flustered Rengoku could make her. “W-whatever.”

“Okay, not that one, huh?” Rengoku hummed in thought, before pinching his intended wife’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. He then tilted her face up to look at him, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sheer beauty that graced his good eye. “When will you say yes to becoming my wife? You know I’ve always had my eye on you.”

Kyōjurō laughed, then winced once more as his wound got agitated. But his laughter died down when he saw the seriousness reflected in (Y/n)’s eyes.

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, as she mulled her words over inside her head. She harbored feelings for the man in front of her, but her hesitance stemmed from her own insecurity about his mortality.

He’d almost died once; and if he went out there again, then she could actually lose him. Just like she had lost her brother. “What if I say yes now?”

“Then you’d make me the happiest man in the world.”

“What if… what if I asked you to never leave me? Just stay here with me, and forget about going on missions? What if I want you to retire from your post?” Her words were light in their cadence, but their meaning weighed heavily on Kyōjurō’s heart.

He didn’t want to retire so early from being a Hashira, but he wasn’t deluded. So, with a gentle smile, he answered, “I’m not dumb, (Y/n). I know that I can never go back to being a Slayer in my condition. But… even if I were in top shape, I would leave that life behind just to be with you.”

(Y/n) opened her mouth to speak, but was cut off when Kyōjurō continued, “Granted, of course, that I can still train future Slayers. So, will you marry me?”

Those enigmatic eyes of his bore deeply into (Y/n)’s own, and the young woman found herself nodding as tears blurred her vision. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

With a wide grin playing at his lips, Kyōjurō then leaned forward and claimed the first of his future wife’s sweet kisses.