#genderswap Rengoku

[ask-ky0jura-r3ng0ku]

Starting a Summer themed Open KNY rp!

Rp name: Summer Time! Beach Time!

-° She was sitting in the sand, building a sand castle, as if she was a child °-

((Rq pic of her swimsuit for a reference - image found in Google btw

(( imagine the colors red w/ flame designs cuz yass))

[techstream]

What if? Female Rengoku

[hinacu-arts]

Rengoku is here! Not sure how im liking these (think i made the pants too long). Fun fact: did you know Rengoku is 20? Because i did not

Sanemi is next. [Uzui] [Rengoku] [Shinaguzawa]

[pinkfreakk]

genderswap fic for day 4 of akaren week! we love ladies don’t we...

rating: explicit.

[heybeaniefrog]

Yet again, today, I offer you cat Rengoku, this time + Fem!Tanjiro. :) I just wanna curl up with a fluffy warm Rengoku and sleep... take care of yourselves, fellow beans!

[ara-tatata]

Kimetsu genderswap

[ladygoku]

“Envejecer y morir es la belleza de la fugaz criatura llamada ser humano. Ya que envejecen, ya que mueren... Son encantadores y preciosos.”

Kyōjurō Rengoku – Kimetsu no Yaiba.

[ask-ky0jura-r3ng0ku]

Ofc!!! -° The Genderbent FLAME Hashira exlaimed

exlaimed °-

Hello!!!

Hello!!

[heybeaniefrog]

Begin Again: Rengoku/Fem!Tanjiro

Summary:  "A Hashira eating his own student. How comical!” Akaza grins. It falters. “Or the blood will prove to be too much for him and he’ll die. That’d be a shame. But he’s strong,” the grin returns in full, “So I have faith in him.” Faith. She felt sick. Akaza turns, and in a low voice says, “I can’t wait to see how strong you become, Kyojuro.” Or, an AU scenario where Rengoku becomes a demon instead of dying. Fem!Tanjiro witnesses his transformation and is faced with choices.

Pairing: Rengoku Kyojuro/Fem!Kamado Tanjiro Rating: T for moderate but emotionally charged violence! No swears here. Genre: Angst, AU Word Count: 3,340

Note: Fem!Tanjiro is referred to as Tanjiro and not Tanko. Feel free to read this fic however you like best.

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Not again. It couldn’t happen again. Nezuko is one of the very few known cases in human history of anyone becoming a demon and mastering their instinctual hunger for humans. She is an exception. Aside from her, the rule still applied that all who transformed into a demon would have to be slain. Without reservation, without question. Tanjiro swallowed, a sick feeling growing in her stomach. It felt like a rock of dread. She became aware of her sweat growing cold on her skin. She forces herself to blink, and re-steadies her grip on her sword. She had been numbly staring at what was happening in front of her. Look, Tanjiro. Look. Do not look away now. Her master is on his knees, writhing on the ground. Behind him, Akaza watches with delight. His lips curled into a wide smirk, his eyes crescents. The blood had stopped running down his neck. The wound must already be healing. He’s chuckling as the Flame Hashira keeps shaking, doubled over on his knees gasping and gagging as the demon blood was taking effect. Coursing through his veins, corrupting his body, defiling his mind. His mouth is open, jaw clenched trembling and remaining eye open wide but seeing nothing. His breathing is ragged and inconsistent, and he’s shaking violently. Akaza’s laughter grew louder in delight as the Hashira’s sharp sobs grew. Fight, Rengoku-san. Fight! Fight! Tanjiro begs in her mind. She hated to see him in such agony. Her heart clenched. Her hands were stiffening around her sword, but she couldn’t falter now. “Fight, Rengoku-san! Don’t become a demon! Please… … I know you can do it,” She manages to say, though inwardly she’s unsure. The chances of Rengoku overcoming the demon blood with his mind intact were slim to none. Still, she thinks, forcing down panic. I must believe in him. I must believe that he can do it! If Nezuko could do it, Rengoku-san can do it. No matter how hard it is. He’s the iron-willed Hashira who taught me. Taught me to never do things halfway. To set my heart aflame. I can’t give up on him. Even if… His head snaps up. Instead of the kind, bright eyes Tanjiro knew, slit red eyes glared back at her. Bloodshot, they were furious, piercing, and showed no recognition. His lips are curled wide, showing large pointed teeth and fangs. A low rumbling growl comes from his throat. She flinches. Her blood runs cold. “I’ll leave this to you,” Akaza says, still laughing as he turns away. “Though I’d love to see how this pans out. When he eats you as you struggle and scream. Maybe you’ll just stand there like a baby rabbit and get devoured. Maybe you’ll fight and he’ll disembowel you as you say his name. Or maybe he’ll tear your limbs apart as you try to reason with him. What’s left of him. What you think is left. A Hashira eating his own student. How comical!” He grins. It falters. “Or the blood will prove to be too much for him and he’ll die. That’d be a shame. But he’s strong,” the grin returns in full, “So I have faith in him.” Faith. She felt sick. Akaza turns, and in a low voice says, “I can’t wait to see how strong you become, Kyojuro.” He crouches as if to run. “Coward!” Tanjiro shouts, regaining her voice. He pauses and turns. “If you’re so eager to see, why don’t you stay and watch? Why are you running?” She grits her teeth, glaring at him. He returns her gaze and grins again, showing her his own sharp teeth, and Tanjiro wants to rip that look off his face. “Easy. Because I know how this is going to end,” he says as he looks up to the lightening sky, “and I have other things to attend to. Duty calls, you see. And I can’t fulfill my duty if I’m dead.” He turns away again. “Speaking of,” He says, looking back at her out the corner of his eye, “I’m not the only demon here who’ll be killed when the sun comes up. “You better figure out what you’re gonna do, Demon Slayer.” With a last bark of laughter he takes off running for the woods. She grimaces. He can’t get away, not like that! After all that has been lost. After everything… “This isn’t over, Akaza!” She screams at his retreating back. “I know it’s not. I’ll see you then,” Is his reply, echoing back to her as he disappears. Her bravado and adrenaline draining from her, Tanjiro allows herself to fall to her knees. “I swear you’ll pay for this,” She says, voice breaking and trailing off into silence. She releases her clenched grip on her sword. Only now she finds her eyes welling with tears. She hardly feels them. “I swear…” Movement in front of her. She raises her head. Somewhere in her spat with Akaza Rengoku had gone limp and silent, as though transforming and glaring at her had exhausted his energy. Now, however, she finds him fixated on her. His violent shaking has lapsed into a tense vibration, like the train they’d rode on pulling from the station, or a fox about to pounce on a mouse. His eyes, which had been ringed in yellow and red, were now like hot embers, intensely red, almost glowing. In the low light of the early morning she could see the reflection of his eyes, like a cat. Or a wild animal. Or a demon. Wait. Eyes? Two eyes? He’s pounced and is in her face before she could think. Regripping her sword she swings at him, knowing it’ll miss. Faster than she could see he dodges her swing and uses the opening to grip her by the shoulder and throat and knock her heavily into the dirt. His weight hits her like a mountain of bricks, knocking her breath out of her lungs, sight blurring from the force. Crap, crap, crap! She thrashes, avoiding his snapping jaws, the clashing sharp teeth. The delicate skin on her neck tingled and recoiled instinctively. When he was human, Rengoku-san was so much faster and stronger than me. Now… With great effort she maneuvers her blade under his arms and braces it between them. As a demon… His eyes are burning holes into her. She shrinks from them and pulls her knees up as a barrier in an attempt to maintain distance. He’s so much bigger and stronger than her, his claws tear at her shoulders. How could I possibly beat him? He snaps at her, but her black blade is braced against his neck. His weak spot. Past his head she sees the sky, with hints of light blue. There’s dull orange in the sky beyond the far trees. Is this it? The end? He rages against the blade, and it cuts his neck, red running along the edge. He’s salivating, running down his chin. His golden hair is a mess, a wildfire framing his face and forehead. She winces. He’s tightly gripping the blade with one hand and her arm with the other. It can’t be. Not like this. The shaking has returned with full force, and her master’s wild eyes shake erratically, not focusing. Veins strain for freedom against his skin. He hisses and snarls, growl grating against her ears. He was loud, frighteningly loud. Tanjiro’s instincts screamed to escape. Despite years of training and fighting demons, this presence in front of her was different. It shook her to the bone. Because this was someone she trusted. Someone who trained her, took care of her, who nurtured her skill and spirit like a growing flame. Someone she loved dearly. Would she have to slay him? (Could she slay him?) No. Not again. It couldn’t happen again. Not another person she loved and who loved her. She couldn’t lose one more person. His grip tightens and a crack and pain shoots up her arm. She screams and jerks the blade. She didn’t have to slay Nezuko. She didn’t kill her sister. But a demon with Rengoku’s strength and skill would kill many. Could kill many. He shatters her blade as she kicks him as hard as she can in the chest. She scrambles to regain her footing, cradling her broken arm, but he’s leapt at her and closed the distance. Her heart runs cold again. The tears come. °°° “Kamado, my girl. What’s on your mind?” The Flame Hashira finds his tsuguko on the back step of the Slayer headquarters, looking out at the gardens and wisteria trees on the estate. She’s sitting cross-legged, her haori and pleated skirt pooling around her knees with the breeze murmuring through her maroon hair. Eyes half-closed, Tanjiro Kamado was deep in thought, looking to be half-asleep, when at his voice she opens her eyes and looks up. “Mmm, Rengoku-san. I guess…” she looks down at her hands. “I guess I’ve been thinking a lot…” He sits down next to her, mimicking her position. She meets his gaze, and his sharp attentive eyes wait patiently. “…about demons and memories. And if you’re the same person after you transform. If demons still remember and feel love.” She looks back to see his raised eyebrow, but no other reaction. She then quickly realizes, “Well, of course Nezuko remembers and loves me, at least somewhat. And Urokodaki-san told her to treat all humans like family, and she treats them so well so she must love her family still.” She waves her hands. A moment passes as she gathers her thoughts. A breeze blows, rustling her haori and his flame-patterned robe. He shakes his head slightly to get golden hair out of his eyes. His eyes never leave her face. “Rengoku-san,” she looks ahead, “when a demon dies, all their memories die with them, right?” He’s the one who now looks out at the garden. “I suppose they do. However, until recently I did not consider that demons could have memories that would truly affect the way they behave. No memories of any value would change them or their demon nature. All memories would do for them would fuel their killing and eating of humans, perhaps expressed in different ways. It would do nothing for them whether they remember or not. I thought they were nothing more than insatiable animals. Nothing more, nothing less.” He turns to look at her. “Or so I thought.” She turns to meet his eyes. The bright dots in his pupils danced at her. He has a small smile. “However, Nezuko has changed my mind! That girl’s conviction, even in the face of Shinazugawa’s marechi blood forced me to reconsider what I thought I knew about demons. How starved she must have been, with how he provoked her and still she refused to attack him. The way, too, that she treats all humans with kindness confirmed that.” His smile is warm now. “The way she insists on brushing your hair and protecting you in battle. The way she treasures your family’s heirloom earrings. Surely she does so because she loves you and remembers her family. Maybe not in the exact same way as before. After all, demon transformation inevitably changes some things about the person. But Nezuko without a doubt loves you, and she remembers. But you know these things. Better than I do, surely.” She returns his smile with a smile of her own, her garnet eyes softening. “I guess so.” She looks back at her hands. “It’s… nice to hear it from someone else. That I’m not just telling myself what I want to hear. That it’s real to others too.” Rengoku nods his head. Humans all need reassurance, need a confidant. It was only natural, for such finite and limited creatures to need comfort. He could understand that. “… … … Rengoku-san?” “Yes, my girl?” She looks up at him. There’s a conflicted expression on her face now, knitted brows and pursed lips. He blinks and holds her gaze. “When we die… as humans… will our memories die with us?” He blinks again. “I suppose they do. If they’re not written down or shared with others, there won’t be anyone to carry on memories or wills or oaths made.” He waves a hand in the air. “Perhaps every event is written down in some great book of history, of all words said and all things done. However, I don’t think anyone knows if such a thing exists.” He looks at her. “Nor whom may have the privilege of reading it.” She looks pensive. “Then…” He smells calm, open, inviting. His usual scent of rain-watered soil and campfire had a warm edge, beckoning gently. Hesitant, she scoots close to him, leaning her head against his left arm. Her eyes are on the floor. “Sensei, I don’t want to forget.” She looks up now, and her eyes glisten. “I don’t want to forget my family, my sister, our struggles, the friends and demons and their stories we’ve met along the way. I don’t want to forget Urokodaki-san and Tomioka and the Hashira and all the other Slayers. I don’t want them to be forgotten. Even the demons.” The tears swell in her eyes. “I don’t want them to disappear.” They look at each other for a long moment, until her sensei reaches, pulling her to his side and wraps his arm around her shoulders. She nestles into his side. His thumb rubs circles into her shoulder. Her face grows warm. She buries it in his uniform. °°° He has her backed against a tree, still wrestling for control. Claws carve ruthless tracks into her flesh, but Tanjiro keeps fighting for each inch of space she has. He strikes for her throat but she meets him halfway with her forehead, the cracks of impact resonating through the forest. Her lungs burn, and it was getting harder and harder to counter each attack. Fatigue from the exhaustive night weigh down her every move, but Rengoku’s eyes are as fierce as ever, and his saliva is dripping onto the dirt between them. He’s hungry. Ravenous. He’s going to eat me. But wait. Something is strange, Tanjiro realized. If he wanted to kill me, he would have done so by now. Easily. Why? Why hasn’t he? He was fighting. That, or the transformation really took a toll on his strength. But no, she chooses to believe the former. He was fighting the urge to eat, to devour. Even in this level of violence he was showing restraint. Her own strength was almost gone. Knees shaking. Arms burning. He dodged her forehead and thrust his head next to hers in between her chin and collarbone. “Rengoku-san, please. Please.” She pleads. She can hardly see from the tears now blurring her vision. His mouth was open, fangs bared. They could wrap completely around her throat. Were his ears listening? Would her words reach him? “Please stop. “You said…” The words catch in her throat. It’s almost too much to bear. Say it. You must. There’s no other time to say this. “… you said you didn’t want to forget who you are and who you love.” He pauses, shaking, jaws trembling from tension. His breath spreads down her neck. “You are Rengoku Kyojuro. You love your family. You love Senjuro and your father. You love humans and the beauty of human life. You love protecting the ones who can’t protect themselves.” The first sob breaks. “You don’t want to be a demon. “You might be a demon now, but you don’t have to eat me. You don’t have to eat humans. Fight, Rengoku-sensei. You’re the strongest person I know. Fight, and you can overcome the urge, I know you can. I believe in you. I have faith in you. So please,” Her voice breaks. “Rengoku Kyojuro.” Last words. She reaches for his face, cradling in her numb unbroken hand. “Please. Let’s go back together.” She loses strength in her legs and crashes onto her knees again. “Let’s go back.” He kneels, rests his forehead against hers. His eyes are glossy now and half-closed, still unfocused and pupils blown. She notices tears now slowly tracing down his face. They breathe. It didn’t end, she realized. As the Kakushi were dressing and wrapping her wounds, she rested against a different tree and looked up at the pale blue-yellow morning sky through the trees, color gentle as birdsong. It didn’t end here. She turns her head, seeing Rengoku lying in the deep shade of the underbrush, safe from the first rays of sunlight. His head lolls to one side, his eyes closed, sleeping. His bangs which he combs away from his face now cover his forehead and brows in a messy but surprisingly endearing fashion. Cute, she realized. A Kakushi member was fitting him with a gag to sate his teeth and another securing his limbs for transport back to the Slayers’ estate. They had brought a large basket suspended on parallel bamboo rods, not unlike the basket Tanjiro first made for Nezuko, to carry the Flame Hashira in. If he still held that title. That would be determined upon his arrival. For now, Tanjiro thinks with a sigh as the Kakushi pack them up for the journey back, please rest. °°° “Rengoku-san, I don’t want to forget you. “I don’t want to forget you training me and the boys, or the times we raced, or eating meals with you. Or the times you showed me how to care for my sword. Or the time the Hashira had an arm-wrestling competition and we all had fun betting on who would win. Or the time you cooked with Mitsuri and ruined the oven.” He rests his chin on the top of her head, and his warmth radiates into her hair. With her ear against his side, she could both hear and feel his response. “If we both remember, it will not fade. All things come to an end, but those memories will live in our hearts and the hearts of those we share them with. Take heart, Tanjiro. “I will treasure these memories as long as I live.” He doesn’t see her smile a pure, sincere smile, but he hears it. Her tears wick away into his uniform. “I will too.” °°° The thought that moments like that would disappear if she died shook Tanjiro’s heart. It felt as though pieces of the tense stone that wrapped her heart were crumbling. The Kakushi who carried her on her back moved silently besides the two Kakushi carrying Rengoku’s basket, all hiking through the forest wordlessly. She felt raw, but there was no one to probe, so she sighed and allowed herself to relax her heart, to feel raw and real and open. The stress leached out of her like poison dissipating into the warm forest air. The birds were singing. She hazily woke from a nap on the Kakushi’s back, still walking. They entered a sun-lit clearing and Tanjiro felt the golden light of the sun warm her cheeks and filter through her lashes. Again, someone close to her had turned into a demon. Again they had attacked her, and again this person had fought the desire to eat her and won. She seemed pretty lucky. Turning her head towards the basket, she rests her head back down on the shoulders of the woman carrying her and thinks. She watches it shift slightly as they move through the shadows of the trees. Rengoku-san, we can never go back to those days. Things have changed now. They will never be the same. I don’t know what the others will think or say. But I know…when they see your devotion, your conviction, who you still are, The steps beneath her lull her mind, sleep beckoning to her. They’ll know you are still Rengoku Kyojuro. Worthy of being called the Flame Hashira. A friend. Everything will be okay. I know it will. She closes her heavy eyelids. I believe it. ...

Author's Note: I'm aware that Muzan's blood is the only thing that can turn people into demons. This fic intentionally leaves how Rengoku receives his blood ambiguous. Let's say Akaza carried a vial of Muzan's blood! ;-)

Author's Note 2: I wrote this fic over the course of 14 hours when I woke up early in the morning and had the urge to write something. I finally had the courage to make it happen. I know some verb tenses are a little wonky, but I hope you can still enjoy it. Constructive feedback is welcome! This is my first fic, please be gentle. Hope you enjoy!

Author's Note 3: Lol last note, because why not? If it interests you at all, the music I was listening to while writing this fic: SM the Ballad – Breath (JP. ver.): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25IfYq_DbzE Oh My Girl – Nonstop: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDjQSdN_ig8 Sayonara Wild Hearts – full album: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mf0fHupqjIM

[ask-ky0jura-r3ng0ku]

They should arrive soon! I brought a beach ball for water volleyball!

Starting a Summer themed Open KNY rp!

Rp name: Summer Time! Beach Time!

-° She was sitting in the sand, building a sand castle, as if she was a child °-

((Rq pic of her swimsuit for a reference - image found in Google btw

(( imagine the colors red w/ flame designs cuz yass))

[sanemi-the-teach]

Alright, lets do this shit. Getting sand in our hair and between our toes, yeah don't we just love that.

@history-teacher-kyojuro

Starting a Summer themed Open KNY rp!

Rp name: Summer Time! Beach Time!

-° She was sitting in the sand, building a sand castle, as if she was a child °-

((Rq pic of her swimsuit for a reference - image found in Google btw

(( imagine the colors red w/ flame designs cuz yass))

[ask-ky0jura-r3ng0ku]

I invited shinazugawa-san and my genderswap!

-° She smiled with joy! °-

@sanemi-the-teach and @History-teach-kyojuro

Starting a Summer themed Open KNY rp!

Rp name: Summer Time! Beach Time!

-° She was sitting in the sand, building a sand castle, as if she was a child °-

((Rq pic of her swimsuit for a reference - image found in Google btw

(( imagine the colors red w/ flame designs cuz yass))

[hinacu-arts]

Poll Results

B = 15 votes

C = 14 votes

E2 = 8 votes

A = 6 votes

E1 + D1 = 4 votes

D3 = 3 votes

Rengoku is here! Not sure how im liking these (think i made the pants too long). Fun fact: did you know Rengoku is 20? Because i did not

Sanemi is next. [Uzui] [Rengoku] [Shinaguzawa]

[queenof-luna]

So cuuute! ♥️😍

Yet again, today, I offer you cat Rengoku, this time + Fem!Tanjiro. :) I just wanna curl up with a fluffy warm Rengoku and sleep… take care of yourselves, fellow beans!