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sandwitchstories · 6 days ago

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The Crone of Purgatory Ch1: Hinokoku

Intro: Hi everyone! After many months of talking about getting my high fantasy fic written, I am proud to present you with the first chapter! This is a wholly original world and alternate universe created by me and me alone. The KNy characters involved will not always act like they would in canon and that is because this is not canon!

This is my first attempt at writing fantasy and I hope you enjoy it and will be back for the rest of the story! Likes, reblogs and comments always make my day! I have Tinkerbell syndrome - interactions from readers gives me life!

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Here we go!

Fic Summary: In a world filled with magic where soulmates exist, newly mated Bri Tsugikuni and Kyojuro Rengoku have their new life together thrown into turmoil when a betrayal that crosses dimensions threatens to give the blood thirsty Muzan Kiutsuji the power he needs to take over the Ubuyashiki lands.

Chapter 1 Summary: After awakening with a mate's mark on her neck, Bri Tsugikuni finds herself trekking into the unfamiliar territory of the Dragonkin homeland to have a little talk with their prince, Kyojuro Rengoku.

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WC: 4000+

Chapter CW: Sex mentioned, mates marks, soul mates, fem OC, witch OC, Dragonkin Kyojuro Rengoku, Fantasy AU, talk about dysfunctional family, witch craft, useless hellhound familiar, this chapter is actually SFW.

Bri Tsugikuni took a deep breath as she stared at the small distortion in energy floating in front of her. It was a portal that would take her to Hinokoku, the land of fire. It was there that the Flame Grove, composed of an elemental species known as Dragonkin, had put down their roots millennia ago.

She chewed her lip as she put her grimoire away. She picked up her familiar, a miniature hellhound named Maybe, into her arms and kissed his small fluffy head. She needed to get moving, she needed to speak with their prince and it could not wait.

“Alright, Maybe, here we go!” she said to her familiar, smiling at the supportive yip it let out.

She summoned her magic and held out her hand, touching the distortion with her open palm before resting her fingertips against the ripple. It had a seal on it permitting only those of the Dragonkin inside. She closed her eyes and focused her magic to mimic the flow of trace energy in the seal so the portal would allow her in, reading her as one of their own. The fissure opened into a larger oval shape and with a deep breath, she stepped through.

Hinokoku was nothing like she had thought it would be. She had imagined the home of Dragonkin and Dragon Kind would be desert-like, with dark rocks, sand, stone and steel buildings, sparse landscape. She could not have been more wrong.

It was warmer than her northern homeland and there was luscious green all over the landscape. There even appeared to be ivy hanging down from the many floating ‘islands’ sprinkled throughout the sky. There were tall cliffs with different sized and colored dragons, known as Dragon Kind hanging from ledges as some soared above head in the clear blue sky.

“It’s so beautiful here,” Bri whispered in awe as she took it all in. “Incredible.”

Maybe yipped and squirmed to be put down. Bri obliged, happy to have her arms free. She adjusted the bag on her back before they began walking down the path they had materialized on.

Other than several trips to visit her maternal grandparents, she had spent her whole life living far north in the bustling city of Bukhta Ved'm. It was the capital of the witch’s territory and located on a stretch of land near the gulf. It’s name meant Witch Cove. It was more commonly referred to as The Crescent for it’s moon-like shape.

It was where the Grand Coven’s Headquarters were and where her family castle, Tsugikuni Keep, stood. While not as nearly as large as the capital city of Wisteria, one had to go out into the woods or the far out beaches if one wanted to lose themself in nature, which for witches like herself was incredibly important.

The Crescent was cold more often than not. Its winters were harsh, often dipping below freezing. Bri had spent her life navigating swamps and marshlands during the thaw and navigating tundras, snow packed mountains, and miles of landscape filled with leafless trees reaching out from a cloak of fog like ghostly fingers during the freeze.

She had joked once at a family meal that Bukhta Ved'm should be referred to as a necropolis instead of a metropolis, but only her cousins found her amusing. Her father, Yoriichi, had simply stated that would be illogical as the Crescent was full of many actual necropolises. Her uncles had just… slowly blinked and resumed another conversation. Her father and his brothers were oftentimes the personifications of the term ‘wet towels.’

Bri frowned at the memory of that meal. Regrettably, that was how most conversations with her family went. She had never ‘fit in’ with her family or the coven as a whole, really. She was not soft spoken or submissive. She did not fall in line simply because she was told to. She questioned everything. If something had limits, she was going to find that limit, poke it and push it. Her open defiance and refusal to continue with the status quo she did not agree with were a constant source of contention with her uncles.

Her father loved her and gave her far more freedom that he should have in her uncles’ eyes. But Yoriichi knew when she was young that she would need to run free. She remembered a time as a young teenager that she had gone to her father crying because one of the boys had told her no one would ever want her because she would never be tamed. Her father had tucked her hair behind her ear, kissed her forehead and told her that some women were not meant to be tamed. He had said there were those like her who were meant to run wild until they found someone who could keep up and run wild beside them. He had told her there was someone for everyone and that he would look away if she turned that boy into a tadpole.

Turns out Papa was right. The mate's mark on her neck was proof there indeed was someone for everyone. Kyojuro had kept up with her step for step (and thrust for thrust) during their whirlwind weekend in Wisteria. She just hoped that experience had not been an isolated incident.

Bri worried her lip as she walked. She was hoping she would be welcomed and that the flame-brained prince she needed to speak with was somewhere around. A week ago she had ended up spending several very�� passionate days and nights in the company of Kyojuro Rengoku, the Dragonkin’s eldest prince. This morning she had woken up with a mate’s mark in the exact same place on her freaking neck as Kyojuro had sunk his teeth into during a moment of passion.

Kyojuro was not just a prince though. He was a well known and well respected warrior who was one of the knights of King Kagaya’s most elite force, the Hashira. They had both been visiting the capital city for different reasons but had crossed paths by sheer happenstance of both being friends with the Sound Lion Pride.

The Sound Lion ‘s King, Tenge Uzui, had a pride made up of himself and his three wives who happened to be witches who had also trained as kunoichi - Suma, Makio and Hinatsaru. As a High Priestess of the Grand Coven, Bri knew them pretty well. Kyojuro and Tengen were Hashira together and got along exceptionally well.

Bri blushed as she thought about it all. The first night had been sloppy, goofy drunken sex filled with the passion and excitement of a new partner. But the next morning had been an entirely different experience as had the next several days that followed until their duties forced them to go in opposite directions.

Bri had certainly wanted to see the handsome man again, but not necessarily like this. If her mark had shown today, she had no doubts his had as well. She had sunk her own teeth into the crook of his neck that very same night. And it just so happened that the universe had decided they were in fact soul mates.

The only reason Bri had even been able to find the portal here was following the traces of the red string that would forever connect the two of them to each other. She paused and looked down the road ahead, it was a ways until they got into the village that was still small dots on the horizon. She could teleport them closer but she was trying to keep a low profile and not set off alerts by using her magic. However, she had no intentions of walking that far.

Bri held out her hand and focused her powers, conjuring her broom to her hand. Space swapping was a very handy ability to have. She picked Maybe up and set him in her lap as she mounted her broom, once again glad she had never been the gowns and skirts type.

After a while, Bri needed to stretch her legs and let Maybe run a bit. She was delighted when she found a small waterfall with a blue lagoon at its base. She set her broom down and took off her boots and socks, followed by rolling up her pants to her knees so they would not get wet.

The first thing she did was rest her feet in the soft grass to ground and tune herself to the energy of the land itself. And then she plopped down on the water’s edge and stuck her feet in, letting out a sigh of pleasure at how warm the water was.

“Those pointed ears and your odd magic stick out like a sore thumb, girl,” a man’s voice said from behind.

Bri turned, startled that she had not sensed the man before he spoke and Maybe had not barked. He better be glad he is cute, he is useless as a familiar.

She found herself looking at an older, more hardened and stubble faced version of her mate. “I stick out like a sore thumb everywhere. It’s kind of my thing.”

The man chuckled and came to sit beside her. “I recognize you, that hair color and those markings. You’re Yoriichi’s daughter.”

“I am. And you are King Rengoku?” she asked, testing if she should bow or anything.

“Just call me Shinjuro,” he gave her a lopsided grin. His eyes caught the bright red runic mark on her neck and he chuckled. “Ah, so that’s why a High Priestess is paying us an unexpected visit.”

“It is,” she said, subconsciously touching the mark with her fingers. “I awoke with it this morning and I set out… It did not feel like something that should wait.”

“Why didn’t you just teleport into town?” he asked, cocking his head at her.

“My magic is off putting even to those who have been around it my entire life. I did not wish to make anyone uncomfortable and I was… unsure how my presence would be perceived since I… kinda…broke in…”

“Broke in?” Shinjuro repeated with a laugh, it softened his features and made him resemble Kyojuro even more. As if that were possible.

“Yeah…”

“Nah, you didn’t break in, kiddo,” he said, reaching over and squeezing her shoulder before standing.

“If I did not break in, what would you call it?” she asked, looking up at him.

Shinjuro extended a hand and helped her to her feet. “You’re mated to my son. I’d simply call it coming home. Are you ready to go see your mate and meet your mother and brother in law?”

“Yes. Thank you,” she said softly, blinking back tears.

She had never felt truly welcome anywhere. Her father loved her dearly, she knew that. Her late mother had been warm and beautiful, loving. She had been killed during a coups when Bri was young. Her mother and others that died that night still had not gotten their vengeance, their killer, a filthy traitor, still walked free to this day. If Bri ever found out who it was, she would happily pay them back in kind.

They lived with her father’s family and her uncles were not warm. Her father was very unexpressive but had a heart of gold. She was not sure her uncles even had hearts at all. Her cousins, Kanae and Shinobu loved her dearly, but they were off being newly mated couples with their own Hashira, as irony would have it. But even when they had been there, she had still never felt like it was ‘home.’ Or maybe that was to say, it had never felt like she imagined one’s true ‘home’ would feel like.

Her saving grace had been her mother’s best friend Gailen and his husband, Ragnar. They were Nichirin Mountain Dwarves. They had grown up mining and learning the art of blacksmithing before leaving it all behind to live a life that made them happy, choosing to relocate with her mother when she moved in with Yoriichi. Gailen brewed the finest meads, ales, wines and sakes in all of the lands of Wisteria as far as Bri was concerned. Ragnar was a master craftsman who made the wands and brooms for the Tsugkuni clan and the other families of the High Council, the ruling body of the Grand Coven. The two surly old dwarves had decided to stay at the keep even after Ute died. Bri wasn’t positive as to why, but she would always be glad they had.

Being the Crone meant that Bri’s magic was what many would refer to as black magic or dark arts. It was a common misconception, across seemingly all races, that those magics were inherently bad. Magic was a tool. Just like a bow or a blade. Whether it was used for a good cause or a bad one relied solely on who was wielding it. Magic itself had no morality.

Her abilities were heavily intertwined with death, time and the spirit realm. Topics and magics that were always referred to as ‘unsettling’ by those who did not work with them, And yet, Kyojuro had welcomed her into the booth at the pub that night with a smile. He had then spent the next several days (and nights) welcoming her into his arms (and bed). He didn’t seem to mind that her skin ran cooler than most others or her aura that was said to feel like the chill of an early morning mist.

She glanced at Shinjuro and noticed he seemed at ease. Time would tell if the others of his grove felt the same about her presence. She hoped they did but she knew better than to get her hopes up. She put her broom away, grabbed her bag and Maybe, and moved to stand next to Shinjuro.

Her father in law teleported them directly into the main hall of the main Rengoku mansion. She looked around, taking it in. The home was decorated in ornate tapestries, with intricately decorated shoji doors, bonsai trees in gorgeous vases and a beautiful rich flooring under her feet.

She followed behind Shinjuro thinking to herself how stark of a difference there was in their homes. Tsugikuni Keep was a black stone castle and fortress. It was always cold and dark. Even the draperies were dark. Everything was dark.

But not here. It was warm, colorful. It felt lived in. More and more she was starting to see why Kyojuro was as warm as he was.

“Father! We have almost finished making lunch!” a young voice called from another room.

She followed Shinjuro into a large open kitchen where a beautiful woman and a pre-teen boy stood side by side making dumplings. It smelled delicious and her stomach growled in agreement. She just hoped no one had heard it.

“Did you find the distur-” the woman stopped speaking mid sentence when she turned around and saw her husband standing with the young woman next to him. She took in Bri’s hair color and markings. “A visit from a High Priestess?”

“I am not here on official business,” Bri said quickly, reaching up with one hand to nervously tuck hair behind her ear.

“Oh?” the woman asked, reaching for a towel to wipe her delicate looking hands.

“Bri, please meet Ruka and Senjuro,” Shinjuro said as he moved to kiss his wife’s forehead. “And you two, please meet Kyojuro’s mate, Bri.”

“Oh,” the woman said, a smile spreading across her face as Bri’s hand once again moved to touch the mark on her neck. She moved forward and took Bri’s free hand in hers. “Welcome home, daughter. Are you hungry or would you like to go speak with Kyojuro first?”

“I’d like to speak with him, if you don’t mind,” Bri gave back what she hoped was a pleasant smile that did not reveal her anxiousness. Maybe yipped in her arms and Bri instantly shushed him.

“Is that a dog?” Senjuro asked as he approached but stayed close to his mother.

“He’s a hellhound and my familiar. He’s very friendly. His name is Maybe. Would you like to pet him?” Bri asked.

The younger copy of Kyojuro nodded and hesitantly reached out his hand, laughing when Maybe started licking his fingers as soon as they were close enough and then tucked his head into the boy’s palm. Senjuro giggled and looked up at Bri with bright eyes, “Would you like me to take you to brother, sister? Oh!... Uhm… is it okay to call you that?”

“I would appreciate it if you would take me to him and as for calling me sister, it would make me very happy if you did,” she grinned at him.

Gods, Kyojuro’s family was so welcoming. It was such a different experience than any she had had before. She felt almost unsure what to do when confronted with kindness. She was used to her family’s indifference or the coven member’s fearful respect. Sure, she had her cousins and a few close friends, but even their warmth paled in comparison to what she felt here.

She gave Ruka and Shinjuro a little wave and followed behind Senjuro as he headed out into the yard. She kept pace with him easily, looking around as they walked at the tall trees with bright blooming flowers. “It’s so beautiful, so… bright here. Is it always so warm?”

“Most of the time. We do get winters and it snows sometimes, but for the most part it's like this,” Senjuro answered. He looked up at her and asked, “Where are you from?”

“I grew up in Bukhta Ved'm, way up north on the Crescent,” she answered with a smile, setting Maybe down to let him run.

“What is it like there?” he asked.

“Most of the time it is very cold. It rains and snows quite a bit. And we don’t have floating islands,” Bri chuckled.

“I can’t imagine living somewhere without them,” Senjuro looked up into the sky as they walked. “Being somewhere without the islands, without Dragon Kind soaring through the sky… It just would not feel like home.”

“If I had lived somewhere like this, I never would have wanted to leave,” Bri admitted. “It’s unlike any place I have ever seen. I have traveled to territories belonging to elves, fae, trolls, dwarves, even to the goblin capital once - and never have I seen something that could compare to this.”

Senjuro grinned at her, “Does that mean you and brother will live here?”

Bri stumbled at the innocent question. Shit, what should she say? She opted for honesty, “I do not know. Your brother and I have… many things to discuss.”

Senjuro furrowed his brow. “Are you not happy to be mated to my brother?”

“It’s not that at all!” Bri was quick to say. “I am very happy Kyojuro is my mate. We just need to talk and figure things out. I do not want to give you an incorrect answer.”

“Oh, okay,” Senjuro nodded.

“I… I would like to though,” Bri admitted with a small smile.

Senjuro grinned at her before he pointed out to the horizon to the west. “Keep an eye on the sky right there. Brother is training with his Tsuguko.”

“Tsu-gu-ko?” Bri sounded out the word.

“That’s right!” Senjuro gave her a bright smile that made him look younger. “They are like… apprentices. They are learning how to use their abilities and the art of the sword.”

“Are they Dragonkin as well?”

“Tanjiro is Sun Dragonkin but Zenitsu is a Storm Wielder. Inosuke is a shapeshifter and Nezuko is a changeling,” Senjuro listed them off while they continued towards them.

“Interesting,” Bri said.

She mulled over the information in her mind. A Dragonkin apprentice made sense for obvious reasons. As did a Shapeshifter as they could channel the aspects of different animal souls they harbored within them. It would not be out of the realm of possibilities for them to make a pact with a Dragon Kind; they would then need a Dragonkin trainor…

The other two however were puzzling. Changelings could change the traits of their physical form but it was always a humanoid form. And a Storm Wielder? What on Earth was an elemental sorcerer doing here?

“How did your brother come by his Tsuguko?” She asked, hoping to get some answers.

“Tanjiro and Nezuko are siblings and the other two they met during Final Selection.”

“Ah, so they are member’s of his Majesty’s Corps. That makes sense.” She felt her cheeks heat. Of Course that’s how they met, her mate was a Hashira after all… Doh!

She thought about his words and had a follow up question. “Didn’t you say Tanjiro was Dragonkin and Nezuko is changeling?”

“They had a parent of each background,” Senjuro supplied with a smile. “A lot of Dragonkin mate with other races.”

“Got any other witches?” Bri asked with a chuckle.

“You would actually be the first,” Senjuro gave her a smile that seemed unsure.

“Really? Wow,” Bri made a noncommittal noise as she tried to rack her brain to think of a single other witch she had heard of mating with a Dragonkin and she could not. Interesting. Oh well, they were missing out.

“Do you guys have Dragonkin on the Crescent?” he asked.

“We do have several emissaries that live in the city. They are not from the Flame Grove though. The main city is mostly witches but with their mates we have werewolves, elves, fae, troll, goblin, dwarves and more all living on the Crescent,” Bri smiled. “My mother’s two best friends are Dwarves. They work with the coven and live at my family's keep. They pretty much raised me since my father was gone so much.”

“Not your mother?” Senjuro asked with the expected innocence of a child.

“She was killed when I was young in a coup. I don’t really remember her, but she was a frost elf. Hence my pointy ears.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright, it was many years ago and it does not upset me to speak of her. Speaking of the departed are how we keep them alive in our hearts,” Bri gave his shoulder a squeeze.

A sudden loud noise and a flash from the sky had Bri snatching Maybe off the ground into her arms and shoving Senjuro behind her, intending to protect him with her life. An impact shook the ground vigorously and knocked them over onto their backs. Bri felt an incredibly strong presence rushing towards them and began to summon her magic. In less than the time it takes to blink, Bri found herself flat on her back staring into the handsome face of her mate who was currently squatting, hunched over her with his nose centimeters from her own. “Kyojuro…”

“Good afternoon, High Priestess!”

Bri was in awe of his shifted form. His curled horns were far more pronounced in this state. The usually golden scales on his hairline and neck were currently a deep crimson. His pupils were serpentine and his fangs elongated. He wore crimson leather armor and a giant smile on his face.

With a shake of his head and a flash he was back to the form she knew well, “Something wrong, my treasure?”

“You big, scaly jerk!” Bri thumped his chest, flustered and glaring up at him while her heart worked to slow to its normal rhythm.

Kyojuro let out a loud laugh before standing and helped her to her feet. He gestured to Maybe. “And who is this?”

“That is Maybe!” Senjuro happily answered, completely unphased by his brother’s almost overwhelming power and getting to his feet.

“He’s my familiar,” Bri added as the small black dog with overly large ears jumped from her arms onto the ground.

Kyojuro squatted down and held out his hand to the small beast. “His energy is odd.”

“He’s a hell hound. He is neither living nor dead,” Bri answered, watching him scratch the mangy mutt’s back.

“Why Maybe for a name?”

“My father said Maybe I could keep him. Then we said Maybe he would grow into his ears. Then we said Maybe he would just.. grow. And then we said Maybe he’s just going to stay tiny and be filled with condensed evil,” Bri chuckled with a grin. “So, Maybe it was. And little and condensed evil he stayed. I found him when I was 6, we’ve been together since.”

“He’s cute,” Kyojuro smiled as he stood and Maybe made his way over to Senjuro, who immediately bent down to play with him.

“He’s a useless pain in the ass,” she corrected with a smirk. "But he's mine and we come as a set."

Kyojuro moved closer to her, once again giving no mind to her personal space. Warm, calloused fingers gently turned her chin up to look into her eyes. “What luck I have then, as that means I get to claim you both as mine.

#sandwitchstories #the crone of purgatory #Kyojuro Rengoku x OC #rengoku kyojuro x oc #rengoku x OC #kny x oc #demon slayer x oc #high fantasy au #witches and shapeshifters au #demon slayer fanfic #demon slayer fantasy au #totally original fantasy world #rengoku is my husband in every universe #rengoku #kny rengoku #kny rengoku x oc

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stardustbee · 3 months ago

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Lazy Kinktober Week 4

Tengen Uzui x fem! Hashira Ayane Hirabayashi x Kyojuro Rengoku

Warnings: use of alcohol, oral (fem and male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, let me know if i missed something

Word Count: 1900

Taglist:

@zeenmrala @oh-three @tommyarashikage @herblinz @pixiestookourstardust @chocobothis

The drinks were still scattered around the table. Some of the bottles were completely empty and Ayane had accidentally knocked over a few with her foot, causing the contents to spill all over the floor.

'We should definitely hold a little flashy special training session tonight! What do you think?' Uzui had said in the afternoon.

'G-good idea!' Rengoku had agreed with a red face.

She should have said no. She should have just said that she was on a mission. Ayane should have been smarter than that. Now she was lying there. Half naked on Kyojuro Rengoku's lap while he massaged her breasts. Her uniform open, her pussy exposed. And an incredibly handsome Tengen Uzui between her legs. Who was far too skilful with his tongue for her to simply say no. They both saw the mess they were making of her and they both liked it.

She knew that Tengen liked such things, but Kyojuro…

Continue on Ao3

#stardustbees lazy kinktober 2024 #week 4 #lazyghoulskinktober2024 #tengen uzui #kyojuro rengoku #tengen uzui smut #kyojuro rengoku smut #tengen uzui x ayane hirabayashi #kyojuro rengoku x ayane hirabayashi #tengen uzui x oc #kyojuro rengoku x oc #smut #beeswritingkny

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ofrolysdogs · 7 months ago

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hoshiko x kyojuro

reference

i might trace the manga version as well but for now, have this.

#demon slayer #oc x canon #demon slayer oc #oc #kny oc #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku x oc #kyojuro x oc #kyojuro rengoku x oc

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blizzardhashira · 9 months ago

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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Decided to be a little heeheehaahaahoohoo silly and give Yuki temporary blindness after the final battle due to using form twelve of ice breathing. She'll recover. Until then, she knows where to find Kyojuro in her estate by touch.

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kmiyaake · 2 years ago

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Blood rose and Sun. Kyojuro x F!OC

CHAPTER 1 - GOODBYE. TW: She/Her pronouns for the MC. Y'all can skip this one to the fourth chapter. The other ones are to give background to Kaori.

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The young redhead-girl was now picking flowers in that long meadow in front of her home, watching the color show of the great blue midday sky, mesmerized by its beauty. A big smile played on her lips when she saw that she had finished the flower crown she had been working on. The gentle breeze carried with it the sound of soft laughter from Kaori, who was happily wearing her crown, that was made out of red and white flowers.

In the distance, she heard her mother calling out for her.

Sweetheart, the food is almost done!

The familiar voice of her mother made her snap out, causing the little girl to squeal silently. Kaori still wanted to continue playing with the flowers, after all. But she knew she couldn't. For her mind took hours as mere seconds when she had too much fun. And demons stalked those who wandered the lands at night, according to her mother's tales. She stood up from the grass, the breeze getting colder as minutes flew by. She looked up to the southwest, to see very faintly grey-colored clouds. Maybe a storm was approaching?

I'm back.

The emerald-eyed girl announced her presence in her home, at a slow pace she advanced through the corridors to reach the dining room where she hoped to find her parents. Peeking through the small crack between the door and its frame, she watched while her parents spoke while they put the utensils on the wooden table. Without being noticed, she went up the steps to go to her room and change the uncomfortable dress she was wearing for a more comfortable and lighter one. In the act, the girl felt homesick and sad. She used to share room with her older sister, she looked around the room. Her sister's paintings hanged over the walls, peerless beauty in each of them. But as she observed more, the ache in her chest grew bigger. Kaori , so at a slow pace she made her way to the window with a view of the ravine, the sun was lost among the trees revealing some beautiful blue colors that were a delight for Kaori. She thought about the similarity of the immense sky with her mother's eyes. After staring at the horizon with her thoughts scrambled, some gentle sounds of her mother's knuckles against the wood of her door brought her out of her thoughts.

I supposed you would be here

The older woman smiled sweetly at the sight of the green-eyed girl, walking slowly inside and closing the door behind her.

Then I suppose you know me too well.

She smiled heavily as she sighed and closed the windows, a storm was looming on the southwest horizons, which means that tonight she would spend it in some inn.

Is something wrong, sweetheart?

She took a seat on the bed while making a small sign for her daughter to accompany her. The woman had similarities to Kaori. She redish hair with some white strands taking place to grow, her freckles barely noticeable along her nose and cheeks. Her wrinkles showing whenever she smiled. The woman had various scars along her body, and her hands seemed to be scarred and hurt by some kind of hard work. She never talked about her younger years, so the girl never knew the reason as to how her mother ended up like that. And of course, the small flower mark on her collarbone. Kaori remembers asking about it years ago, when she was barely six. But her mother never gave her any information about it, simply brushing it off as 'younghood mistakes' so Kaori learned to not ask again, satisfied with her mother's response. The emerald-eyed girl looked out in the horizon again. She felt nostalgic again. The blue sky didn't reminded her to her mother only, but also her sister. Eiko. I just.. miss Eiko. It's been three years since she left. She flung herself on the bed on her back, spreading and tangling her hair at the same time, taking a deep breath to calm her high nerves. Thinking of her older sister made her even more nervous than what she already was. Her mother's eyes softened at her words, placing a hand on the girl's head, slowly caressing it.

Oh my little middlemist. I miss her too.

Fuji said, a sad smile decorating her lips. She stopped looking at Kaori for a moment, to look out the open window in the room. She admired the sky, having the same nostalgic feeling as her daughter. She also noticed the snowstorm approaching

I know you said last week that you wanted to go by yourself to the village. But you know you don't have to right? You have us right here, sweetheart.

Her mother looked at her with loving and worried eyes. It was her first time going by herself, she couldn't help her protective side to step in.

It's okay, I'm old enough now, mom! I can take care of myself. And besides, I'll have Thena. I'll be fine!

The girl smiled, in an attempt of comforting her mother. She sat up again, facing the woman's eyes. Her eyes sparked with determination, but Fuji could easily tell the sadness in them. Usually, it was Eiko and Kaori who would go down to the village. But since Eiko's disappearance, Kaori did not stepped a foot out of the mountain. Fuji was proud of her middlemist, but she was also deeply worried.

This time, however, she had chosen to trust the girl and let her go. Believing it was the best for her health.

Okay then, middlemist. Let's go eat before you leave.

The blue-eyed smiled energetically as she stood up and shook her apron.

Mom, dad. You wouldn't leave me too, right?

Kaori asked herself, watching her mother leave. The sound of the door touching the frame made everything go quiet. An uncomfortable feeling started growing. She felt goosebumps on her back when she faced the window, almost as if... someone, something was watching.

The sun showed that the afternoon was here. Kaori had enjoyed her meal with her parents, the tasty food they had made was the perfect remedy to her sadness.

Now, a pair of curious green eyes wandered across the small barn behind her house. She looked through the gates, finding her friend Thena eating hay. She smiled softly at the sight, making a sound with her mouth that made the horse grouch. The young girl started preparing the bags for her trip. Not wanting to carry much, since she planned on coming back before the sun went down. But she got carried away with her lunch, making very little possibilities of returning before sunset.

She sighed at the thought of returning at night, chills going down her back as she imagined running into a bear, or even worse, a demon.

Shaking her head, she went back to her task, barely noticing her parents walking into the barn too.

Kaori.

Called out her mother, Fuji, holding a nicely wrapped box in her hands. Not too far behind stood her father, Kioshi, a hand around his wife's waist while the other one held a knife safely guarded by it's sheath.

Kaori turned around, a little surprise that she hadn't been called by any nicknames. Maybe she had done something wrong?

Yes, mother?

The horse was left behind as soon as the older woman spoke, walking towards her mother and bowing before her, as a sign of respect.

Take care of yourself, okay?

This time, her father stepped in. Letting go of Fuji's waist and wrapping his hands around his daughter in a warm embrace. Fuji did the same, closing her eyes and planting a sweet kiss on her daughter's head.

Kaori simply closed her eyes, letting her parent's love wash over. It was.. strange. Almost as if they were saying goodbye. Not 'see you soon'.

Fun fact! Did you know that a red middlemist are super rare?

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #oc #fem oc #female original character #original character #kyojuro rengoku x oc #no tw for this one #mention of disappearances #she/her pronouns #she isn't ginger she has blood red hair #enjoy

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chikawaas · 7 months ago

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LMFAO SANEGIYUU STUFF

YEA RHAS ALL I LOVE THEMMM

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ponderingmoonlight · 2 months ago

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kny men being "forced" to kiss you

Pairings: Sanemi x reader; Rengoku x reader; Tengen x reader

Word Count: 2,4k

Warnings: here I serve you fluff and spice everyone 😇

Shinazugawa Sanemi

You cross your arms, glaring up at Sanemi, who’s leaning against the wall with his broad frame, his expression etched with irritation. His scowl seems almost permanent, especially during your frequent arguments, and today is no exception. The two of you are bickering over something trivial - the exact details lost in the heat of the moment as usual - when Mitsuri, ever the oh so innocent meddler, decides to step in.

“Oh, come on, you two!” Mitsuri chirps, her voice light and full of enthusiasm.

“You’re always arguing! Why not make up with a kiss? That would be so romantic!”

She clasps her hands together, her cheeks glowing with excitement.

The room goes silent for a beat, tension crackling in the air like a lightning storm. Sanemi’s scowl deepens, and his sharp eyes flick to Mitsuri, then back to you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me. Like hell I’m doing that,” he growls.

Mitsuri pouts, tilting her head with a playful smile. That girl…You can’t help but glare at her in sheer disbelief, only the thought of Sanemi’s lips pressed against yours sounding so ridiculous in your own mind. She might be the love hashira, but this goes way too far. After all, kissing can’t solve the fact that Sanemi’s a jerk, right?

“Oh, don’t be so grumpy, Sanemi! It’ll be fun! Who knows? You might even like it!”

Her teasing tone only seems to fuel the fire of his irritation. But on the other hand…Her annoying the hell out of him does seem like a pleasing opportunity you should use to get on hiss nerves.

You smirk to yourself. Yeah, let’s do this.

“What, scared you’ll like it?”

His eyes narrow dangerously, his expression a mixture of incredulity and defiance.

“You wish,” he spits, pushing himself off the wall and closing the distance between you with a few purposeful steps.

“Then prove it,” you challenge, tilting your chin up to meet his intense gaze.

Despite your audacity, your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, each beat louder than the last. You aren’t sure if this is courage or madness, but you refuse to back down now. Not when his eyes are set on you like that, not when he’s that close to you.

Sanemi’s jaw tightens, his frustration evident in the tick of his clenched teeth. With a low growl, he reaches out, his hands cupping your face. You brace yourself for something rough, something impulsive, but his touch surprises you. Despite his brash demeanor, his hands are warm and steady, cradling your face with a care you hadn’t expected.

Then, without another word, he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

You forget how to exist.

The kiss isn’t gentle, but not harsh either. It’s firm, purposeful, and filled with the same fiery intensity that defines Sanemi himself. It isn’t just a kiss - it’s a challenge, a battle, a dare he’d never pass on when you provoke him like that. The world seems to fade away, the argument, Mitsuri, everything – gone in the wind as your senses narrow to the warmth of his lips and the faint, smoky scent that clings to him.

You never thought he’d feel like that. Hot but at the same time cold, rough but gentle all in once. Out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his neck while he pulls you by the waist with his free hand, deepening the kiss even further.

Are you dreaming? And if so, is this a dream or a nightmare? Since you first laid eyes on him, you hated the heck out of this man. This man, who’s now holding you with a passion you’ve never felt before. This man, who insulted you only moments ago with that mouth.

That force of a man…

Just as quickly as it begins, it ends. Sanemi pulls back, his breathing slightly heavier than before. His cheeks, usually a pale color, are now flushed with a hint of pink that makes him look uncharacteristically boyish. But still, his glare remains as fierce as ever, his hand lingering on your chin as if debating whether to let go.

“You’re insufferable,” he mutters, his voice low and hoarse, laced with annoyance.

For a moment, you can only stare at him, too stunned to form a coherent reply. Then, as the reality of what just happened sinks in, a sly grin creeps across your face.

“Admit it. That wasn’t so bad.”

His eyes darken, and his hands finally drop to his sides as if your arrogance physically revolts him.

“Shut up,” he snaps, though the lack of venom in his voice betrays him.

He turns abruptly, running a hand through his spiky hair in a frustrated motion.

“Damn meddling idiots,” he mutters under his breath, though his gaze flickers back to you for a split second before he begins walking away.

“You’re blushing,” you call after him, unable to resist the urge to poke at his pride a little more.

“I’m not blushing!” he barks, his voice louder than necessary, echoing slightly in the quiet room.

His shoulders stiffen, and he quickens his pace, his curses growing less coherent the farther he gets.

You stand there for a moment, a soft laugh escaping your lips. As infuriating as Sanemi can be, you can’t help but find his flustered retreat strangely endearing. And though he’ll never admit it, you catch the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he disappears from view.

Rengoku Kyojuro

The streets are unusually quiet as you and Rengoku move through the narrow alleyways, your hearts pounding in synch. The mission is straightforward: infiltrate a gathering of suspected demon sympathizers and collect information. But now, things have taken a sudden, unexpected turn.

The moonlight filters through cracks in the rooftops above, casting fleeting shadows on his determined face. Rengoku glances back at you, his golden eyes steady but tinged with urgency. There’s no doubt in the fact that this mission is dangerous enough for not one, but two hashira to complete. You feel them in every corner, in every house surrounding you. Demons as far as the eye can see, moving freely along with people who support them.

"Stay close," he whispers, his voice low but firm.

You nod, gripping the fabric of his haori tightly as he leads the way. The only good thing about this mission is definitely working together with Kyojuro.

Everything is going smoothly until a pair of guards emerges from the corner ahead, their faces sharp with suspicion. They’ve seen you. Fuck, all of them look at you with suspicion gleaming in their narrowed eyes. Panic surges in your chest as one of them calls out.

“Hey! You two, stop right there!”

Rengoku halts abruptly, pulling you into the shadows. His broad shoulders block the view of the guards for a moment as he turns to you. His expression softens, but his tone is resolute.

“We have to blend in,” he murmurs, the weight of the situation heavy in his words.

“What do we do?” you whisper back, your pulse racing.

He glances at the approaching guards, then back at you. His voice drops even lower.

“We’ll pretend to be a couple. If they think we’re just two lovers out for the night, they might let us go.”

Before you can fully process his words, he steps closer, his warmth enveloping you.

“Forgive me for this,” he mumbles softly, his breath brushing against your cheek.

Then, without hesitation, he cups your face gently, tilting your chin up as his lips press against yours.

Time seems to freeze. His kiss is firm yet careful, his movements deliberate as if shielding you from the weight of the moment. You’re hyperaware of everything - the faint smell of ash and sandalwood clinging to him, the heat radiating from his skin, the way his hair brushes against your forehead. Your heart feels like it’s about to burst, your mind going blank.

It’s just you and him. You and the man you’ve had your eye on since joining the demon slayer corps. You and none other than Rengoku Kyojuro.

Footsteps echo closer, and you can hear the guards murmuring to each other. Rengoku deepens the kiss just slightly, his hand slipping to your waist to pull you closer. The world narrows to the two of you, every nerve in your body alight.

Then, as quickly as it began, it’s over. Rengoku pulls back, his golden eyes searching yours for a moment before he shifts his focus to the guards. His arm stays around your waist, holding you close as he addresses them.

“Is there a problem?” he asks, his voice steady and calm, though his grip on you is firm enough to keep you anchored.

The guards hesitate, glancing at each other. One of them clears his throat.

“No, no problem. Just doing our rounds.”

He gestures vaguely.

“Carry on.”

You can barely believe it when they turn and walk away. Only when their footsteps fade into the distance does Rengoku relax slightly, though his arm remains around you. He looks down at you, his expression a mix of apology and relief.

“I…” you start, but words fail you.

He offers a small, reassuring smile.

“Are you all right?”

You nod, though your heart is still racing for reasons beyond the close call.

“I… yeah. I’m fine.”

“Good. We should keep moving. We can’t afford to linger.”

Flashbacks of those big hands holding you tight haunt you down without any mercy, your mind betraying you with imagining that kiss filled with passion over and over again while Kyojuro stays focused on the mission.

You can’t believe that happened, still not able to process this. Did none other than Rengoku Kyojuro just kiss you?

“Kyojuro!”

You blurt out his name before you’re able to stop yourself, suddenly coming to a halt in the middle of a busy street.

“Can we…Do this again?”

He narrows his eyes ever so slightly in confusion until a sudden beam of realization seems to wash over him.

“We…To be honest, I wanted to do this for a long time, (y/n). I would be honored to kiss you again!”, he beams back.

And before you fully process the meaning of his words, you find yourself devoured by his arms again.

Tengen Uzui

The marketplace is bustling with activity as you twist through the crowd, trying to keep pace with none other than the sound hashira himself, Tengen Uzui. His flamboyant demeanor and towering height make him stand out like a lighthouse, and you’re grateful for the distraction he provides, allowing you to slip through unnoticed.

Even though this wasn’t exactly planned.

“Stay close, my dear apprentice,” he calls back to you, his voice teasing but mingled with authority.

You roll your eyes while quickening your steps, dodging a vendor carrying a precarious stack of baskets. If there’s one thing you definitely don’t need on a mission like this, it’s a partner like him. What was the rest thinking, sending him along with you?

The plan is simple enough: follow the suspect discreetly and gather information. But Tengen’s idea of “discreet” seems vastly different from yours. He beams confidently, drawing attention as if he’s the star of a show, while you try to melt into the background.

You’re lucky if you make it out of here without picking up a fight.

Suddenly, someone pushes you from behind, and you can’t help but stumble forward at full-speed. Tengen turns just in time, his reflexes sharp as ever, and reaches out to steady you. But the momentum is too strong, and before you can stop it, you crash into his chest.

“Careful now,” he jeers, smirking down at you.

You barely have time to register his words before someone in the crowd stumbles into him, pushing him further off balance.

The world tilts as you both fall, and the next thing you know, your lips collide with his in a clumsy, unexpected kiss.

Your mind goes blank. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft, and for a moment, neither of you moves. The noise of the market fades into the background, replaced by the pounding of your heart. Tengen’s eyes widen slightly, his usual cocky expression replaced by genuine surprise.

Your lips are resting against his.

His. Uzui Tengen, to be exact.

Is this really happening? Are you dreaming? Why aren’t you pulling away instinctively?

He pulls back first, his hand still gripping your arm to keep you steady. For once, he seems at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for something to say.

You beat him to it, not able to endure the awkward silence.

“That… was an accident,” you blurt out, your cheeks burning.

He blinks, then throws his head back with a booming laugh that turns more than a few heads.

“An accident, she says! How unflashy of us.”

His grin returns, brighter than ever, though there’s a faint flush on his cheeks that he can’t quite hide.

“Maybe next time, we shouldn’t do this by accident. Don’t you think, (y/n)?”

“You… You didn’t have to laugh that loud,” you mumble, trying to pull away from him, but he holds on, his grip firm but not unwelcome.

Fuck, you never felt this idiotic before. He’ll definitely tease the hell out of you for at least five years. And what if he tells the others about it?

“Relax,” he interferes with your train of thoughts, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

“No harm done. Though I must say, if we’re going to make a habit of this, we should work on our form.”

He winks, his usual swagger fully restored while you stand there like a fool.

You groan, covering your face with your hands as he chuckles.

“Let’s just focus on the mission, okay?”

“As you wish,” he replies, his voice light but carrying an edge of something unreadable.

He releases your arm, but his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before he turns back to the task at hand.

The mission continues, but you can’t shake the warmth of his lips or the way his laughter echoed in your chest. And from the way he keeps glancing back at you, you’re not sure he can either.

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erexart · 11 months ago

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Clingy <3

Based on @thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch ‘s fic! Please give it a read if you haven’t!

#rengoku x reader #as always feel free to make your own reader depictions since the y/n i drew here is my sona #or oc i use her interchangably these days #rengoku x y/n #rengoku x oc #rengoku kyojuro #kny x reader #kny x oc #oc #my art #comic #kyo x izzy

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bongwoter · 1 month ago

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🔥🌿 - How Rengoku and Bomin first met

VA - @anigomi on YouTube

#rengoku #bomin #renbo #demon slayer #kimestu no yaiba #kny #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro #kny kyojuro #kny rengoku #oc #oc x canon

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willowed-wisp · 2 months ago

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relationship headcanons [ kyojuro rengoku ]

SFW and NSFW headcanon and drabble of the Flame Hashira

SFW

- You met Kyojuro during Final Selection, you were one of Urokodaki’s students- you knew Sabito, Makomo and Giyu

- Sabito never returned, and so you strived to train harder…

- The only reason you survived Selection was because you lost your mask and the Hand Demon didn’t recognise you as one of Urokodaki’s students

- It was ruthless, most of the candidates died during those seven days… Kyojuro stuck out like a sore thumb- his hair and his demeanour

- You became fast friends with Kanae and Shinobu Kocho… you soon got a grasp of other breathing styles

- More specifically flower breathing which you learned swiftly because of your water understanding

- You had run ins with Kyojuro, always remembering him and that flame-stricken hair. And determined eyes

- Somehow, with unfortunate circumstances… you became the Flower Hashira after your closest friend Kanae died at the hands of Doma

- Kyojuro was the first to comfort you and welcome you into the Hashira ranks

- You’d had a crush on him, working closely on mission alongside each other

- You had to make the first move, he seemed completely oblivious otherwise… to which he replied, “Your presence lights a fire within my heart… the likes of, I have never experienced…”

- He’s quite attentive, notices that you smell a certain type of flower once and then there’s an entire bouquet in his hands

- Very inexperienced, training consumed his life… as did yours.

- You’re learning together

- Your first kiss was like a headbutt but he laughed it off in a charming manner, “We need further practice!” He’s so enthusiastic when he said it, not leaving the room until your head was spinning. Practically engulfed in his warmth thereafter

- He’s so cuddly

- A human heater, you don’t grab a blanket you just pull Kyojuro over whenever your the slightest bit chilly

- His brother adores you, especially since you speak up to his father after he hits both his sons round the face… “You will NEVER lay a finger on your sons AGAIN!”

- You practically adopt Senjuro, and Kyojuro has never felt more proud in his life… that’s when he knew he loved you unconditionally…

- He proposed a week after that, aided by Tengen, Shinobu and Kanao…

- Kyojuro is quite private about his personal life, and doesn’t want to make a huge spectacle…

- He received permission from Master Ubuyashiki, it didn’t breach any Demon Slayer Corps rules… though, Kagaya would have turned a blind eye, he was a sucker for young love

- Kyojuro took you for a walk in the Butterfly Mansion gardens… before getting down on one knee, the ring must have been made by your swordsmith because the pattern of your ring was the same as your nichirin sword

- As soon as you could, you sent your Kasugui crow to the smithing village to get one made for Kyojuro

- He’s protective over you in the field, you bat him off… “Don’t compromise the mission, Kyo…” Between attacks, and he knew that. He’d always sacrifice his own life for yours.

- You marry at the Ubuyashiki Mansion- among your fellow Hashira, the master and his family.

- You take his last name, but most likely get referred to by your first name or your maiden name still

- With earnings made along the way, you both purchase a property where you could train the future flame breathers and flower breathers- you called it ‘The Hanabi Estate’.

- You take up cooking because Kyo has a tendency to burn things

- You help him heal from his mothers death and his fathers abuse

- Senjuro lives with you, Kyojuro’s hearts warmed when you say, “You don’t need to fight demons to be important… your heart is all you need to make an impact on the world. Don’t let that flame die out, Senjuro…”

- Definitely wants kids with you, especially after seeing you be so gracious with his younger brother, Kanao and any young apprentice you pick up along the way

- Is indebted to you- joining him with the young trio on the Mugen Train mission

- Both surviving the mission to see another day with thick cuts that would be added to the menagerie lacing your bodies

- Loves time in the hot springs, it’s the only thing that releases tension in his roaring body…

- Especially when your kneading the knots in his shoulders

- Allows you to tend to his wounds- you’re the only one who usually lets look at them

- Worries when you go on solo missions, not wanting you to end up like your predecessor

- Probably wants four or so kids… he has a lot of heart to give

- Adores your cooking- eats everything you make for him

- Puts in food orders with you to make, “only if you want to…”

- And of course you do. How could you turn him down when he asked so nicely?

NSFW

- You didn’t have sex until you got married, your honeymoon in a wisteria covered onsen

- You only wore your usual kimono walking into the bedroom… he’s never been so speechless before

- Neither of you had experience, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do…” He’s never felt so helpless before, a beautiful naked woman in front of him

- Bringing his hand down to your breast, “Touching seems like a good place to start…”

- But unlike that first kiss, which was awkward- you wouldn’t change the first time Kyojuro Rengoku made love to you

- He sunk down to his knees, tasting your pussy and journeying further by the moans clawing out of your throat

- No need to be quiet, you were alone. No threat of demons, no people for miles… just you and your husband.

- He took you missionary, letting you adjust to the heat of his body- which may have calmed you down with him inside of you

- Kyojuro rarely lets you go down on him, he’d much rather have you cum on his tongue in persistent succession

- The honeymoon was the only time he let you go down on him, at the edge of the hot spring before he dragged you in and jackhammered you

- Aftercare is his speciality, though you should really tell him eating you out isn’t necessary… you attempted to but, “This is MY aftercare, Y/N, you taste so delicious…”

- Who were you to ruin his meal?

- He’s just as enthusiastic in life as he is in the bedroom- he’s up to doing anything… other than hurting you, humiliating you or bodily fluids other than the obvious cum

- He has so many hidden sides- fucking you in hallways and public hot springs whenever you visit the swordsmiths village

- Holds his hand over your mouth when your mewling like a banshee

- Definitely the type to hold your hands when making love, he’s romantic like that

- Candlelight surrounding you, petals on the floor… feasting on your arousal and smiling like a madman with your wetness dripping…

- Wouldn’t leave your legs if there were no demons to vanquish

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vrystalius · 3 months ago

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Oh, I'm glad!😊❤️

So, here's a request: A reader with low social activity gets tired and, in an attempt to take a break from the outside world, hides under the haori of her mentor.

Characters: Tsuguko! fem! reader and Kyojuro Rengoku (not a ship, just something comfortable)(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

It will be incredibly interesting to read in your performance🔥❤️

Sanctuary

After Kyojuro, your master, offered to take you to a festival after another gruelling training session, you felt a little overwhelmed by all the crowds, loud chatter and bright lights.

Pairing: Kyojuro x gn!reader (platonic)

You never strayed far him, holding onto the tip of his flame haori, trying to keep him close and not get lost by the crowds surrounding you and him. While he was enthusiastically pointing out the different stands the snacks you two could try and a beautiful kite he thought about buying for Senjuro, you were dodging drunken strangers and trying to stay close to your mentor with your tight grip. Noticing that you were pulling his haori, Kyojuro glanced over his shoulder at your hunched form.

“Are you alright? Are you hiding from someone?”

His voice was much more hushes as he turned to you, carefully slipping his arm around your shoulder to keep you close and shield you from bodies bumping into you. His steps were quicker now, trying to lead you away and to a quieter area to have a proper conversation with you without needing to yell over the crowds and conversations.

Once he managed to escort you to a much more calm and less crowed area of the festival, Kyojuro’s arm slowly slipped off your shoulders, giving you your space. He worriedly glanced at you, still waiting on an answer to his question earlier. You mumbled a quiet “I’m fine” before walking around him and lifted his haori from behind, stepping beneath it and heavily leaning against your mentor’s muscular back. You buried your face in his shoulder, using his haori to hide from the world around you two.

Surprised by your sudden action, Kyojuro laughed warmly, leaving you in that position.

“Why are you hiding? Was the festival too much for you? We can leave and come another time, when it’s much less crowded. Also, how about we share my haori side-by-side instead of you hiding behind my back? It’ll be easier to walk that way!”

💠

I hope this wasn’t too short and suited your request, I am really not used to writing platonic stuff 😅

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

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sandwitchstories · 13 days ago

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Modern Muses Chapter 1: Happenstance

Welcome to baby's first openly admitted self-ship fic! This fic has been in the works for a while. I have loved every second of writing it. Yakuza Kyojuro just does things for me. Very feral and horny things.

Note for my regular readers: this is also baby's first slow burn. It's gonna be a couple chapters before we get to the good stuff, but I promise after that there will be plenty of smut!

AN: The main character has a Patreon where she posts fan arts and commissions. This is my little way of saying THANK YOU to the amazing artists out there creating the most delicious content to keep us all well fed!

Summary: Art student Bri Uzui's world is turned upside down when she falls for one of her older brother's delinquent friends. She finds herself navigating unfamiliar waters when she is dragged into the dark world of the Yakuza underground.

Kyojuro Rengoku is a high ranking member within the Yakuza family empire of the Ubuyashiki Clan. Falling in love was not part of the plan, especially not with his co-worker's younger sister. But here he is, trying to protect her, trying to love her, trying desperately to be the man she deserves even as more blood drips from his fingers.

Are these two lovers star crossed or can love really conquer all?

If you prefer to read on AO3, please click here!

WC: 3400+

CW: This is a Yakuza AU - the canon characters act OOC many times during this because of that. Chapters with elements of Smut, Violenece, or Non-Con (Not by Kyojuro or any of the canon good guys) will have that noted with the chapter summary so that readers can skip it.

Chapter 1

Summary: Kyojuro Rengoku and Bri Uzui's paths cross due to a matter of pure happenstance.

Chapter CW: a non-descript mention of an unwanted situation of a sexual nature, non-descript mentions of violence

Banner and dividers by me

“You’re not paying attention, Uzuii! What the fuck!” Sanemi growled at his friend.

“Sorry,” the white haired man said, waving him off as he typed on his phone.

“What’s so fucking important that it can’t wait until after the game?” Sanemi snapped again.

“He’s probably texting one of his girlfriends,” Obanai said from where he stood.

“It’s not like we are in a rush at this moment,” Kyojuro said as he picked up his water bottle to take a drink. Shinazugawa seemed to always be looking for a fight and Iguro was always right there ready to egg him on.

The 4 men were part of a Yakuza family called the Ubuyashiki Clan. The members referred to themselves as the Corps. The 4 men present all held the highest rank a member could achieve, that of a Hashira. Their hands were filthy, covered in blood and they knew it, but life had never been kind to any of them. They all made the decisions they needed to be able to survive.

With nothing going on in the Corps involving them yet today, they decided to enjoy the nice weather and meet up for some basketball. It was nice to sometimes see each other outside of meeting up under the cover of night with guns drawn and fists bloody.

“Nah, not my girlfriends, I’m replying to the princess…” Tengen said as he typed a response.

“Your little sister can’t wait?” Obanai asked.

“No, sir. Absolutely not. No way,” Tengen said, looking up from his phone, his expression dead serious. “Since our dad died, it’s my responsibility to make sure she knows how she should be treated and that includes sitting around waiting for replies.”

“And what does she need that is so urgent?”

“What’s with the fucking interrogation?” Tengen snapped.

None of them had met her, but Tengen spoke highly of her when she came up in conversation. He tried his best to keep her away from his less than desirable activities and Kyojuro could not blame him for that. He did the same with his younger brother.

Kyojuro shook his head, no sense getting involved in their petty arguments. He understood where Tengen was coming from. His own little brother was a huge part of why he was even part of this underworld, getting his hands dirty.

His mother had passed away young and his father had become a raging, abusive alcoholic. Kyojuro had started doing work for the Corps when he was still in high school to make sure they had enough money to eat and keep the utilities on. His mother would have been unhappy with his methods and how he had had to change to survive, but she would have understood he became who he had to be for Senjuro. At least that was what he was going to keep telling himself.

Once he had turned 18 the Corps had helped him gain custody of his little brother. Senjuro was an hour away, attending a good school. A good school where they were safe, housed, and getting a good education. He missed his brother very much, they were very close. But right now that was the safest place for him to be. Away from their father and from this town.

Once you were in the Corps, you were in for life unless they retired you or you went out with a bullet in your skull. Kids were an absolute no no in this life and that included a younger brother. Especially with no one to help him with child care. So for now, things were the way they were. He had no one waiting on him and nothing to do. He stretched and enjoyed the breeze.

Uzui groaned as his phone rang and answered it, the other 3 interested to see if it was Corps related. “Girl! You did not let me finish replying! Wait- what’s wrong… yeah… seriously? Fuckin asshole. I’m gonna make him eat rocks… You know you’re not supposed to encourage my delinquent behavior, right… No. Absolutely not. I’m not sending you uber money, you know damn well how I feel about that. Walk your ass over to the park. I’m playing basketball with some of the guys and I’ll give you a ride after we finish… okay hanging up, love you too bye…”

He put his phone back in his pocket. “Alright boys, let's do this!”

“Everything okay?” Sanemi asked. As much of an asshole as he tried to be, he was a family man at heart and did care. Kyojuro knew that about him.

“Yeah, just another dead beat asshole. Let's get this goin’!”

Kyojuro chuckled. Uzuii was a softy inside for his girls - his 3 girlfriends and especially, his baby sister. Their mother had moved to be with her sisters after both of her kids graduated high school. Uzuii and his sister had decided to stay here. He knew that Tengen’s sister was an art student and was 14 months younger, but that was it.

“Do you think his sister is as tall as he is?” Obanai asked Kyojuro as the other 2 returned to the court already shit talking to each other.

“That would probably be unlikely. 6’6 is uncommon for a man, let alone a woman.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

Kyojuro chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head, it was hot under the August sun and they were about to start playing again. He didn’t really care if Uzuii’s sister was tall or looked like him at all. He was not interested in a girlfriend. Families were an easy target for enemies.

The Corps had ladies that could satisfy the physical needs of its members if needed. He had sought them out a few times out of curiosity, but none of the experiences had been life changing enough for him to want to make it a regular thing.

When he was absolutely pent up and nothing else worked, he dialed one of the numbers in his phone. He knew the women only by nicknames he had given them. Respectful ones that got him teased by Uzuii but he was determined to hang on to some shred of the gentleman he wanted to be. As much of a gentleman as one could be in the situation.

No kissing and no names. It was a few moments of a high followed by hours of regret. It would seem that even with as fiery and passionate of a person as he was, sex and romance were just not in the cards. They were not priorities. So with that, he put any curiosities about the ‘princess’ out of his mind and focused on the game at hand.

Bri huffed as she walked through the park. It was hot as hell. She was glad she wore her hair up today. She wanted to be annoyed that Tengen had made her walk in this damn weather, but truthfully she had no right. He was off today and was hanging with his friends. He had done his own thing thinking she was settled.

He would have lost his mind if he found out she walked back to her apartment alone when it was almost evening. That was why she had asked him to zelle her money for an Uber, not wanting to be a bother or deal with him not knowing where she was. However, Mr. Overprotective would never let her in a rideshare. She just hated bothering him when he was actually doing things he enjoyed.

He was protective before he was part of the Corps, but since joining… it was even worse. Which was understandable. Her brother was a delinquent but he had a heart of gold.

When their father had died, their mother had fallen into a deep depression. Sometimes she was not okay enough to work, and they needed food on the table. Being older, and wanting Bri to focus fully on her grades so she could get a scholarship to art school, he had gone out and found a way to make money. Unfortunately, that led him to the Corps, which now owned her brother.

She did not know most of what went on with the Corps, but she knew he was pretty high in the hierarchy. Which made him an incredibly dangerous man. She knew he had bloodied his hands far more than she could ever imagine but he was still her beloved, stupid big brother.

And he had done all of this for her. To take care of her and make sure she could follow her dreams. She would never hold it against him. Give him a hard time? Ofcourse! They were siblings! But truly put him down or degrade him for it? Never! And she would kick the ass of anyone that did. She was just as protective even if she was nowhere near as deadly.

His occupation was why they did not live together. They lived near each other, but he felt it was too dangerous to risk staying together. She lived alone, their mother having moved back to her hometown, wanting to be with her siblings.

Most of the time it did not bother her. Tengen had his life in the Corps and his 3 girlfriends to keep him occupied. He was busy but he still always made time to see her and spend time together. And he dropped everything if she needed anything.

Tengen paid for her apartment, wanting her focus to be on school but everything else Bri was proud to say she paid on her own using her artistic talent. She did fan art commissions and had a small following on Patreon.

Her brother had guffawed the first time he saw her patreon of an orc getting pounded by an elf. She had told him to close his mouth, that she was doing the Lord’s work. He had never brought it up again.

What she dreamed of was being able to publish the fully original graphic novel she had been creating. She had more adventures in mind for the characters past this story, enough to make it into a series. But for now, it was erotic artwork paying her way. Everyone had to have a specialty right?

She had a few people she talked to at school and occasionally went out with, but the only person she would consider a friend was one of her brother’s girlfriends, Suma, who was also part of the Corps.

Bri was busy with school and her artwork. She truly loved the life she led. But still, at the end of the day, she was lonely.

Bri replayed the way things had gone today as she made her way down the path towards the basketball courts. She had told her brother the guy she was supposed to be getting a ride home from backed out, but that was not quite the truth. She did not want her brother to kill the guy and he was likely to if he knew the truth.

She and this guy had been talking since the start of the school year. After several weeks of him asking she had finally given in to his request and gone out for coffee with him over the weekend. He had told her he would give her a ride home after class today. It turned out he wanted a sexual favor for the ride home. After a scuffle in his car she had gotten out and told him to drop dead and never speak to her again.

She was not a virgin or a prude, though she was inexperienced. That being said, she was not sucking off anyone, let alone some kinda weird, barely okay looking guy, for a ride home. Her gut instinct had been right about him all along, he was a loser.

She would rather be lonely than deal with guys when they all seemed to end up being like that. Sometimes it seemed like there were no good guys left in this town. Maybe that was why her brother had 3 girlfriends. The other ladies in town already knew what she was learning - Tengen was one of the last of the good ones. If not the last one left in this town.

In Bri’s eyes, him being in the Corps didn’t change him being a good man. He spoiled his sister and his girlfriends in every way he could. He was protective and a gentleman, even if he was a pervert. He was funny, sweet, hard working… what did a girl have to do to find a guy like that?

She sighed and kept walking. The sooner she got there the sooner she could sit down and the sooner she could go home. Today sucked.

She walked towards the basketball courts, keeping an eye out for her brother. It was the middle of the week and mid day. There were not a ton of people at the park. Though, her brother being 6’3” and having white hair made him stand out just as easily when it was busy.

She had never gotten to meet any of his friends from the Corps before. He tried to keep her far away from that part of his life, so he must truly trust whoever he was with. She was just glad he was currently playing basketball and not lifting cars or breaking kneecaps, or whatever other things his delinquent self did.

As she spotted him and approached she could see the 4 of them more clearly. She discovered that she had a new thought to ponder. Was it a requirement for a guy to be good looking to be a member of the Corps? Because damn! Her brother was surrounded by sexy, sexy men. Three sexy tattooed very dangerous men… Maybe I should ask if they are hiring…

Two of the others were still tall for men, and broad (so broad) but, compared to her behemoth of a brother, just about everyone looked small. She would put them around the 5’10-6’ mark based off comparison to her brother. The third was average height for a man, which would still made him taller than her, she would guess about 5’6”. The shorter one was handsome, though he wore a mask around his lower face so it was hard to tell.

There was another snow haired man, covered in scars, and playing to win. He was giving Tengen one hell of a time and she was here for it. Go get him Winter Wonder!

But it was the 3rd man that had her interest. His hair reminded her of flames. Flaxen tendrils darkening to red on the ends. Sweet gods, he had a good body. From an artist’s standpoint and a woman’s, it would be enjoyable to do a muscle study on him. In multiple ways.

She got closer and could see his features more. Prominent black eyebrows, square jaw, face as thoughtfully and carefully carved by the gods as the rest of him… whoa, mama… Maybe that guy being a creep wasn’t such a bad thing after all. He couldn’t hold a candle to Flame Boy.

She blushed and shook her head to clear her thoughts. The last thing she needed was to get a crush on one of her brother’s fellow corps members. She reminded herself of what her father used to tell her with a laugh and a hug. That all men, including her brother, were pigs and her focus needed to be on school and her career.

They were going at each other pretty intensely, so she plopped down in the shade under a tree nearby to wait. She pulled out her sketchbook, flipping to a charcoal drawing of her father she needed to work on for class, figuring she might as well do it now.

She lost herself in her art, not paying any attention to what her brother and his friends were doing. When she was in the ‘zone’ the rest of the world and even time itself disappeared. Tengen called it the ‘art monster’ because it possessed her. And that had apparently happened yet again.

She was startled when she got thumped on top of her head as she was staring down at the page. “Mind your manners, Tengen and kindly remove your nasty ass water bottle from my clean hair.”

“You’re in a bad mood,” Tengen said, squatting down and looking at what she was drawing. “That is really good. You even got his dimples right.”

“Yeah, its funny the little things I don’t need a reference photo for, but the major things I do. Like I never really thought about how it’s from dad’s side you have no eyebrows,” she told him.

“Thanks, ass,” he rolled his eyes, standing up and glancing behind him as his friends headed towards him.

Go away Tengen and leave me alone with your sexy, shirtless, sweaty friends. Especially that one… wait, down girl, cage them hormones.

“You ready to go?” she asked. “I’m good with waiting more if I need to.”

“Nope, we’re done,” Tengen said.

“Whatcha drawing?” the scarred man asked, gesturing at her sketchbook.

“Our father,” Bri said, turning the book around to show the charcoal sketch.

“That is incredible,” the flame haired hottie said, squatting down to look closer.

His eyes were beautiful and he smelled good even sweaty. Oh lord, please may I not embarrass myself….

“Thank you,” she smiled.

“Very realistic,” the masked one said, next.

“Damn, that’s a drawing? Seriously. That looks almost like a fucking photograph,” the scarred one said.

“Thank you,” she gave a cheesy grin just like her brother liked to flash.

“What can I say? My little sister is crazy talented! Her artwork is the flashiest!” he grinned. “Princess, meet the boys- Kyojuro, Sanemi and Obanai. Boys- meet Bri.”

“Hi,” she gave a little wave, forever awkward. She had long ago gotten over being embarrassed about Tengen calling her princess. It was what he had always called her, as long as she could remember… So why did it suddenly irritate her now?

“You ready, your highness? Your chariot awaits,” Tengen said, offering his sister a hand up and pulling her to her feet.

“Sure thing. Nice meeting you all!”

Kyojuro glanced after the Uzuii siblings as they walked away towards Tengen’s car. Bri definitely did not look like Tengen. Only their smiles were similar. He had probably spent more time taking her in than he should have, but he reasoned with himself he was just comparing the traits of the two siblings who look nothing alike.

Tengen was an exceedingly tall hulking mass of muscle. He had snow white hair and lavender eyes similar to Shinazugawa. His sister was maybe 5’3” and was all curves to her brother’s muscled planes. Bri had eyes that were so green they were almost startling. They were like emeralds set into a frame of thick black lashes. Her skin was not the alabaster of her brother’s, but a warm olive. Her lips-

“Better not be catching feelings there, lover boy,” Shinazugawa startled him from his thoughts.

He grunted, ignoring the jab and pulling his shirt. he needed to get showered and head to HQ to see if he had any work to do tonight. Work would help in more ways than one, including keeping his mind off of his good friend’s younger sister. He hoped.

His mind wandered back to her as he drove back to his place across town. Bri was beautiful and she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He wondered if she knew the ugly truth of just what her big brother did for a living. If she did and she accepted it… no, best not to even entertain wanting to see her again.

His life belonged to the Corps, just like Tengen’s. He had known there was no turning back from the start down this path. There was no room for regrets now.

He shook his head and headed inside to get showered. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror. The man looking back at him was a far cry from the upper middle class boy he had been. Back before his mother died and his father became an insufferable drunk monster.

There was the jagged scar down the left side of his face, the injury had almost cost him the eye. Multiple other scars, large and small littered his body and many more were covered by the tattoos of tigers, flames and koi scrolling along his torso.

He flexed a little and smirked as he remembered the way Bri’s eyes had lingered on his form but not the others. He worked hard to keep his body in top shape, but it still felt nice to be checked out. Especially by a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman who was very, very off limits. Right?

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