#mentioned shinjuro rengoku

[xxlady-lunaxx]

the air was sweet. cool like stone, but refreshing. it danced through obanai’s hair, ruffling his clothing. he gazed up at the sky. it was different than before when shinjuro had first found him. then, it had been dark. ominous. now it was a peaceful blue, clear and dotted with fluffy white somethings. there was a bright ball of light that warmed obanai. he put his hands on his knees and, while the minutes crept past, he realized that the initial slight chill to the air had been diminished as the sun wrapped its arms around him. he looked down at the ground where a bird had begun to hop. it chirped, a high-pitched, small sound. obanai gazed at it curiously. he watched as it pecked at the dirt, searching. eventually, it flew away. he realized that there was sound behind him, the culprit to the bird’s disappearance. he turned. it was kyojuro, the little boy who was the son of shinjuro. he looked as if he’d just awoken, rubbing his eyes. his hair was a mess, but it was the same marvelous, golden flames of his father’s. he smiled at obanai with childish exuberance. he plopped down beside him, legs swinging where they dangled off the porch. he turned to obanai, looking at him with with the same searching eyes of the bird’s. his eyes were wide and full of life. like the breeze that toyed with the tuffs of grass beneath their feet.

“did you sleep?” kyojuro asked mildly. he peered at him. “you look tired!”

obanai returned his gaze but said nothing. he watched the fiery hair tangle more as kyojuro lay back. he was staring up, and obanai followed his gaze to see nothing but the roof over the engawa. then kyojuro lifted a hand, a finger pointing to where a pillar steadied it. obanai squinted, following the path up to a spider web. it was tucked away, protected from the wind and the sun. obanai had never understood spiders. they had nestled in his room before, even beginning to make homes where piles of food had built up. he didn’t know why they would prefer to hide away. away from the new air and the warm sun. away from the birds that searched and the men who saved.

kyojuro was sitting back up. he looked at obanai. “i think you’re tired,” he said, matter-of-factly. “you should sleep! here”—he patted his lap—“you can put your head here and sleep. mother lets me sleep on her lap sometimes! it’s comfy!”

obanai eyed him suspiciously. when nothing bad seemed to happen, he crawled closer to the boy. tentatively, he lay his head on kyojuro’s lap. it was uncomfortable for his body, which seemed to dangle half off the porch now, so he dragged himself up with a little effort. now he lay vertically, his head on the kyojuro’s lap and his body on the wood. he turned slightly. there. he could see outside too, like this. his eyes searched the grounds, flitting to a tree that sat a few yards from the house. the bird from earlier was back at his treasure hunt, scouring the base of the tree. abruptly, kyojuro patted obanai.

“sleep!” he ordered. his voice was like the bird’s. melodic in its own, sudden way. he leaned down to smile at obanai again. his eyes closed when he smiled. the sunlight poured down his face. he opened his eyes, though his lips remained with the lingering grin. “i’ll protect you if anything happens! like father! so you can sleep, okay?”

obanai gazed up at him uncertainly. he supposed he was tired. he nodded ever so slightly. immediately, the other boy was consoled. he pet obanai once more before leaning back to allow him more room. obanai was hesitant to close his eyes at first, wishing to watch the bird. but he willed himself to anyway. as kyojuro had said, he would be protected if anything happened. and so his eyes fluttered close. still, he saw red, the light filtering through his eyelids. he let his conscious drift away from the color, instead focusing on the warmth. kyojuro was warm. his hand, which had rested previously on obanai’s face for several seconds, had been warm, too. it was curious. obanai was never naturally warm somehow, he seemed to be always cold. yet now, he didn’t notice it. the sun and kyojuro—and then he had a thought. he’d thought that the rengoku’s seemed to embody fire. but kyojuro was like the sun. he was gentle and comforting and warm. so, very warm.

the hands of sleep began to tug obanai’s mind from where it was nestled on kyojuro’s lap. and, for the first time, he didn’t try to resist it. he let himself float away into a dreamland of pretty fires and quiet suns and singing birds. he hoped he stayed here forever.

[lale-txt]

one of my favorite genre of 2D men must be "husband who just really, really loves his wife"

[xxjazzxx]

your friends drop you off home drunk from a girl's night out and your husband Shinjuro stayed up to make sure you made it home okay, but what he didn't expect was you stumbling over to his chair and shoving him back down when he stands while undoing his robe.

He questions you, tries to tell you to sleep it off but you don't want that, you want your husbands dick in your mouth and that's what you're gonna get.

He's soft, but you're already licking and stroking him while staring him right in his wide eyes and blushing cheeks. When you look like that, he can't help but get hard with his fingers tangled in your hair.

You slurp him up with no problem, and he loves it. He's biting his lips looking at the ceiling, cursing, praying, saying a mantra whatever comes rumbling out of his mouth because your mouth feels so fucking good. He can't help but think if it's wrong for him to use your mouth like this when you're drunk, but you're the one who pulled it out in the first place.

He gets rough, fucking your mouth, pulling your hair and growling as his cock twitches and swells to faster he thrusts. He doesn't want to bust quickly but you aren't making it easy on him with your sunken cheeks and swirling tongue.

You know he's at his limit when he grabs your head with both hands, holds you there and moans with a whimper as he cums deep in your throat and curses while he stands there to catch his breath.

When he pulls out, staring at his slick and spit covered shaft, he decides to pick you up and take you to the bedroom immediately. He has to return the favor after all, and he's been dying to show you that new trick he learned with his tongue.

[fatkish]

Alpha Rengoku x Omega Reader

When he heard about an omega having passed and survived final selection he didn’t even question it and just said “good for them”

When you briefly met at the Kamado siblings trial, he thought the way you protected the siblings was admirable

He could tell you would make a fine swordsman/swordswoman and an even better wife! Oops, wasn’t supposed to mention that

When everyone questioned whether Nezuko would or wouldn’t attack a human you got fed up and walked up onto the engawa and apologized to Kagaya before taking your water container and washing off the scent blocking ointment covering your scent glands and even cut your hand on your blade before opening Nezuko’s box

The Hashira were each stunned and held themselves back when you injured yourself. When Nezuko refused to attack you despite being a bleeding omega, something every demon wouldn’t have thought twice about, Kagaya accepted Nezuko, and you stuck your tongue out at the other Hashira, much to Rengoku’s amusement

Honestly, if he wasn’t a Hashira and was just a regular joe, then he would have started courting you that instant but he is a Hashira and he’s very busy, he wouldn’t be able to be there for you the way he wants

When Ubuyashiki asked the Hashira to take time to train you to help you improve, Rengoku was excited. He loves training with his subordinates and seeing them grow

He was third, after Giyuu and Mitsuri. When you showed up at his estate to train, boy was he a little embarrassed

He didn’t want you to have to deal with his father’s cold remarks but he quickly realized he didn’t need to worry

When you saw the shape his father was in, you barged into the room and swiped Shinjuro’s sake from him and handed it to Kyojuro while you grabbed Shinjuro’s ear and dragged him away to be cleaned up

You forced Shinjuro to let you shave his stubble and brushed out his hair as you cleaned him up. The man was humbled and didn’t dare fight you, you reminded him of his wife

After cleaning up Shinjuro, you got to work cleaning the estate with Senjuro’s help. Bless the sweet boy

After cleaning, you and Senjuro cooked and that night you all ate at the table together. Kyojuro loves your cooking and decided you’d definitely make the perfect wife, he couldn’t wait to see you swollen with his child

In the morning, you’d get up and make breakfast with Senjuro’s help, after breakfast, you trained with Kyojuro. After training was lunch, then more training, then you’d make dinner while Kyojuro went on his patrols

During this time, Shinjuro didn’t drink as much and wasn’t as mean or harsh to his sons for which they were grateful for. Every time he said something harsh or mean, he earned a slap to the back of his head or a harsh glare from you

You loved Senjuro. You’d often snuggle with him, dragging him to the nest that you built so you could love on him, and although he was rather shy about it, he does enjoy your affection. Kyojuro and Shinjuro both noticed your routine of cuddling with Senjuro

One day, Shinjuro had asked Kyojuro when he planned on making you his and giving him grandchildren. Kyojuro choked on the tea he was drinking and looked at his father. His father had a small smile on his face as he remembered his early days of chasing after his late wife

Training with Kyojuro was tough but filled with praise and encouragement. Every time you did something right, he praised you, and when you struggled, he encouraged you

He loves your cooking. At mealtimes, he would always be blown away with how tasty your cooking was. He’d praise you and tell you how well you did and thank you for your cooking

When the time for you to go train with Tengen came, Kyojuro decided to walk you there. He couldn’t wait to spend more time with you and see you become even stronger

He hoped that maybe someday you could be his mate and he could be your alpha and provide you with a good home and a loving family

[komoboko]

𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

tengen uzui x gn!reader ・uzui’s wives mentioned ・hurt comfort ・HUGE manga spoilers!!!! ・can be read as platonic or romantic

ok fine fine I’ll write angst with comfort I GUESS (for now)

When uppermoon 6 was excorsised in the entertainment district, it costed the early retirement of uzui tengen leaving the hashiras down to seven. His arm being chopped off and his injuries severe it was a miracle he could still get up and walk back to his home.

He still acted like his same self, his flashy attire with his more than flameboyant attitude. Most people couldn’t even tell how much guilt the previous sound hashira felt being forced out of his slayer lifestyle. The closer they got to finding the demon king, the more guilt built up inside of him knowing he couldn’t be there to help and support his comrades. It killed him.

On another note, Uzui felt horrible he couldn’t be there to help you. Despite his retirement, you had continued to pursue your career as a slayer wanting to finish the job and end demons for good. He was worried, not that he doubted your abilities or your skills but he was worried he still couldn’t be there to support you. His only choice was to help train you along with the rest of his slayers that came to his training.

The wives helped support him with his troubles, trying to comfort and ease his worries. They also stopped to aid you with your own injuries or provide you with any shelter you needed. Uzui appreciated them for what they were doing but he knew he was running out of time to help. He knew something was coming.

He knew something was coming but he wished he wasn’t right. The ubuyashiki lit up in flames, an explosion that could be heard for miles as smoke and ash sweeped through the land. The presence of muzan was evident along with the sounds of terror. Crows sweeped the camp alerting what was happening, a castle underneath their feet and it swallowed all the slayers in the area including you. Even with his worries you could only shrug him off, promising to return back to him as soon as you could.

The hours passed as time began to tick, the more time passed the more crows swooped by alerting more deaths. Kocho was dead along with tokito and the injuries had gotten more severe. All uzui could do is sit and wait, the last line of defense alongside the previous flame hashira, shinjuro rengoku. Their only goal was to project the youngest kamado and hold off any threats that would try and come by.

Time ticked as death continued to rise Uzui stomached curled. Every time a death was announced he could only worry and think it would be you. The sun rised over the peaks of the mountains, a new day has come. The morning has arrived, a demon’s biggest fear. Muzan’s greatest enemy.

There was silence amongst the corps, no crows reporting any information. It worried him as much as he didn’t want to admit it. Fear creeped us his spine, as he couldn’t seem to shake it off. His eyes finding shinjuro as he stood up seeing shadows move from the horizon, tengen took it into his account to standing up as he saw both the wind and water hashira marching back. There were no other hashiras by their side.

Along came more members of the corps, his mind frazzled until he stopped. His eyes falling into you with your arms wrapped around the butterfly hashira’s tsuguko. Your body was beaten and bruised, your injuries severe as your body was bloody but you had survived. You may of been injured and tainted but you were alive.

Uzui’s arms wrapped around you tightly, he wouldn’t admit it in the long run but the tears that ran down were obvious. His mind that was once running with the possible scenarios of your demise, it quickly cleared like it was never there before. The previous sound hashira could now properly sigh, his shoulders moving down untensing as he could relax for the first time in so many hours.

No matter what he thought would happen, you still came back just like you promised

[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 2: Hair Pulling(So lovely, it feels so right...)

warnings/kinks: jealousy, hair pulling, creampies, unprotected sex, mentions of breeding, impregnation, reader is married to Kyojuro, mentions/allusions to drinking, vaginal fingering, biting. word count: 1.1k pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Slayer!Reader teaser: “What I do with my wife has nothing to do with you! I thought we could have a nice meal in peace, but of course, you had to go and get drunk.” Kyojuro barks at his father, a look of disgust on his face. taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

It’s your wedding anniversary and you and Kyojuro have decided to head to his family home for dinner. You’ve been planning this dinner for months, knowing that it will bring joy to his father and his brother. While you and Kyojuro are quite busy being Hashira in the demon slayer corp, his father and brother live a good life at home.

You and Kyojuro had been childhood friends, and slowly became sweethearts. It just became so easy for you two to fall in love with one another, and with the terrifying incident that almost cost Kyojuro his life, you two decided to tie the knot after that. It just seemed natural for you two to get married so that you could forever preserve your love.

Tonight was the two year anniversary of your marriage. You didn’t have any children yet, but you knew that soon Kyojuro would be wanting for the two of you to officially settle down and have kids. It just never seemed like the right time. But you begin to wonder if maybe tonight that Kyojuro might make the announcement of the two of you settling down.

As you both enter the Rengoku home, you’re quickly greeted by the sweet face of Senjuro. The in-home maid, Ichiko, is in the kitchen putting the final touches on dinner. Shinjuro seems almost nowhere to be seen, and you hope he’ll be on his best behavior tonight. You know how much it would mean to Kyojuro to have his father be sober for this celebration.

“Senjuro, where is father?” Kyojuro asks as he guides you and him into the home.

Senjuro frowns, “Well, he was in the kitchen about thirty minutes ago, but he’s not here now.”

You all know what this means. Shinjuro definitely went to get drunk. You sigh as you realize that this could have disastrous effects on this wonderful celebration you had planned.

And oh boy, did it turn badly…

“Why haven’t you impregnated your wife?” Shinjuro booms from the head of the table, a sour look on his face.

You nearly spit out your drink, “Father…please, Kyojuro and I are quite busy with being Hashira.”

Shinjuro grunts, “That’s no matter. You should have at least a few children by now! I impregnated Ruka the night we consummated our marriage.”

Your husband, who’s been quite calm this entire meal, slams his fists against the table and stands up. You’re startled by his demeanor, which is usually calm and collected, but clearly his father has struck a nerve.

“What I do with my wife has nothing to do with you! I thought we could have a nice meal in peace, but of course, you had to go and get drunk.” Kyojuro barks at his father, a look of disgust on his face.

Shinjuro scoffs, “Pfft, I’m the one who should be angry. You’re a disgrace of a son.”

That’s when you stand up and you take your husband’s hand and you lead him away. Both of his and his father’s tempers are so dangerous right now, so you know it’s best to just pull Kyojuro away from the scenario and have him calm down. Shinjuro doesn’t always mean the nasty things he says.

Once inside the private room, Kyojuro has you pinned against the wall. His kisses are heated and passionate, but you try to push him off so you can take a breather. This is all so intense and you know it’s because tensions are high.

“Kyojuro,” you moan between his fiery kisses.

He growls and you feel his fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you even closer to him. You whine at the sudden pain, but it’s making you so aroused. He’s never really this rough with you, so you know it’s because he thinks he’s got a point to prove.

“Gonna get you fucking pregnant,” Kyojuro mutters between your kisses. “Don’t care if he fucking hears me,”

These words resonate deep inside you and make you realize that his father’s words have really struck a nerve. Your cheeks heat up when you realize just how serious he is about all of this. With you pinned against the wall, Kyojuro pushes your skirt up over your hips, and he’s so quick to rip your little panties to shreds.

“Listen to me, little flame,” Kyojuro says as he presses wet kisses to your jawline and neck. “You will be pregnant once I’m done with you.”

“Kyo…” you whine, but he’s not having any of this protest.

With his long fingers still tangled in your tresses, you know that he’s not going to be taking this easy with you. He’s going to be so rough and leave bruises and marks so that he can prove to his father that he is more than just an adequate lover. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel his teeth sinking into the flesh of your neck. You never knew that he could be this animalistic, but you were enjoying every step of this. Your heart is pounding in your chest as he tugs harder on your hair, pulling your head to one side so he has better access to your neck.

“Oh my little flame,” Kyojuro grunts, “you’re so precious to me.”

 With one of his hands still tangled in your hair, the other one shoves itself between your thighs. You let out a surprised yelp as he pushes two of his long fingers into you, barely giving you any time to adjust to all of this.

“You’re so wet, my little flame. I think you like it when your husband is rough with you, yeah?”

His words are affecting you more than you’d like to let on, but there’s no sense hiding it from the man you adore so much. You nod at his words, and this is rewarded by another harsh tug of your hair.

“No, say the words,”

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath. You look into his beautiful eyes and you know there’s absolutely no malice there. Only heated passion and true love. 

“I like it when you’re rough with me.”

The words almost seem strange on your tongue, but it’s the utter truth. You enjoy this so much. It’s exciting like nothing else. Kyojuro has always been a passionate lover, but he’s never really this rough. So this change of pace has you wetter than most times.

His fingers pump in and out at a rapid pace, making you moan and squirm under his hold on you. Kyojuro watches carefully at your reactions, and once more he’s pulling on your hair. You let out a loud moan and you clench around his fingers, making him smirk.

“I think you’re prepared enough, sweetheart.”

He hoists you up on the table in the room, and he undoes his pants. Without another word, Kyojuro enters you roughly. His hands tangle in your beautiful hair, keeping you so close to him as he begins pounding himself into you.

“You’re not leaving this room until you’re dripping with my cum…”

[echantedtoon]

Muichiro's Ancestors: A Thoery

This just hit me so I had to get it out there before I forgot. On my break I've been binge rewatching the series when I came back across this scene here-

But what really stood out to me was the showing of the demon slayer marks. Because there's a connection that I was not expecting to see.

There's a Mist Breathing user before Muichiro. Before this I had just assumed Muichiro made up his breathing technique in a similar way to how Inosuke made his, or maybe he deprived his technique from another like how Mitsuri made Love Breathing from Flame Breathing. However this isn't the case.

It's never stated anywhere (at least to my knowledge) about how, when, and where Mist Breathing came from other than this one flashback showing that one of the first breath users made it.

Now it's perfectly possible that there was a retired Mist Breathing user that trained Muichiro off screen that's never mentioned, or maybe Muichiro learnt it from reading it in a book. Senjuro had mentioned to Tanjiro that Shinjuro had books that had knowledge on Flame Breathing so it's perfectly reasonable that other books exist on other breathing techniques.

However at the end of the day we just don't know. The only other breathing techniques that come directly from the first breathers are the ancient ones taught through teachings which is both Flame and Water Breathing excluding Sun Breathing because Tanjiro's a different case than what I'm referring to. It's interesting because Flame Breathing has been long practiced in the Rengoku family as Kyojuro's ancestor was the first one who made it from Sun Breathing.

And you know who else is descendants of the first breath users? Muichiro and Yuichiro. However I don't think when Amane told them this, she was referring to Kokushibo or Yoriichi. While yes Muichiro is Kokushibo's great something grandson and Yoriichi's great something nephew, I don't think anyone would know about this.

Let me explain. When Michikatsu left his wife behind, he had two children. A boy who looked about 4-6 at most and an infant. One of those children are responsible for carrying on his bloodline until Muichiro's death. Whether he's related to Kokushibo and Yoriichi on his mother's or father's side is unknown. But there's also no evidence that Michikatsu's family ever knew he became a slayer or was ever informed of it. He left them yes but it's clearly unknown IF he ever told them the reasons. And it's not made clear if he ever told anyone of the knowledge of his family.

So it's not out there to say that no one knew Michikatsu had a family let alone children so the knowledge of the first ever Moon Breath user having children or the first Sun Breathing user having nephews/nieces wouldn't be known knowledge. Even Michikatsu didn't know Muichiro was related to him until he examined his body through the transparent world and saw their blood relation.

You'd think if Amane knew she would've already told Muichiro of the Tsugikuni family he's descended from but again he has no knowledge of it until Kokushibo tells him.

So I really don't think Amane was referring to Michikatsu or Yoriichi when telling the boys about their ancestors. I think she was referring to this man whomever he might be.

There's a small problem with Kokushibo not commenting on his breathing technique during the fight with Muichiro. Because you'd think that being among the first users he'd have met or at least known of Mist Breathing shown here

But the problem is we just don't know. There's many possibilities here. We don't know how long Michikatsu WAS a slayer before he turned into a demon so Mist Breathing could've been invented after he left the corps.

Or maybe he DOES know about Mist Breathing and is just referring to this one new Mist Breathing form Muichiro may have in fact made himself. In a similar way to how Zenitsu created the seventh, last, and newest form of Thunder Breathing.

How can he be descendants of two first breathers?

It's actually VERY possible. Again we don't know what happened to Michikatsu's family other than one of his children living long enough to where Muichiro exists. It's not impossible to speculate that somewhere down the line one of his descendants met a descendant of the first Mist Breathing user and together passed down the family genes to either Muichiro's mom or dad before him.

This also makes sense when you apply it to Amane's visits. It's highly unlikely she'd know of Muichiro's connection to Kokushibo or Yoriichi, but a Mist Breathing user that's been documented enough and important enough to not only be included in the demon slayer marks history but probably has family the corps knows about?

Yeah! I think that fits in pretty well!

Again we don't know HOW Muichiro learnt how to use or of Mist Breathing. Again it could've been documented down since it's one of the first Breathing techniques, or perhaps in a similar way to Tanjiro's technique it was passed down through the family? Or perhaps Muichiro naturally came to it.

Foggy memory. Mist Breathing. It's almost as if his fate was calculated in advance.

Perhaps in a similar way to Tanjiro seeing through the eyes of his ancestors, Muichiro saw his own but because of his memory fog forgot after however he retained enough of it to actually learn his Ancestors breathing form?

Unless Gotouge decides to go into a deep dive into more of Muichiro's ancestors or how he learnt his technique in another spin off books, it's all up for speculation. However I'm confident in my analysis that Muichiro is in fact a direct descendant of the first Mist Breathing user.

[o3o-aya]

So I’ve been thinking, (surprising, I know) would you like to write Yandere!Muzan x Mother!Reader? Like let’s say he kills readers husband after getting infatuated with her and then manipulates her child so reader won’t have another choice than to take him in because her child needs a father and protection, but even though she is a good wife when she refuses to share the bed with him or talk to him more than what she deems necessary he goes CRAZY, you can interpret that however you want NSFW or just him being a bitch.

I’m on my period, horny, lonely and feel like torturing myself so yeah…

heheheheehehehhehe

TW- Heavy non-con, threatening of a child

You were a mess after your poor husband died...

You adored your husband, you were so in love... Yet he was gone...

You knew his job as a demon slayer was dangerous, but with how strong he was.. You never expected to lose him... They suspected an uppermoon got to him..

Your family was against your marriage to a Rengoku, and here they were... At his funeral, scolding you... And in front of your child!

You glared at them as you bit your lip, grabbing your son's hand and rushing off.

You would just cut contact with them... You didn't need them...

"Come on Shinjuro... We don't need them..." You said as you looked down at your son.

He looked so much like his father, it hurt you... But you had to be strong for your sweet boy...

~~~~~~

"And don't come back!!" You shouted as you threw a jug of water at the man your family sent.

They kept sending men to propose to you... Had they no shame!? After you told them you weren't talking to them!?

You bit you lip before slamming the gates to your husband's estate. "Honestly!" You said before you sighed, what would your husband say...?

You watched your son, smiling a bit as you watched him practice at his sword training... You knew you couldn't stop him... He wanted to be like his father.. You just hoped, he would be stronger than him.

~~~~~~

"Don't waste your time." You told the red eyed man. "I'm not accepting your proposal... Tell my family enough is enough." You said as you glared.

The man paused, before an amused grin appeared on his face. "They didn't send me... I came of my own accord." He said as he tilted his head slightly.

He didn't kill your husband to take a simple no!

"I can give you anything you need... Even give that boy of yours a good education." He said as he smirked, watching you flinch.

Your son was would be provided for...

You couldn't access your husband's funds, you couldn't feed him properly...

"And my son gets everything he needs...?" You asked quietly.

"His needs and wants." Muzan replied, staring down at you.

He had managed to befriend the boy when he saw the boy playing with some of his friends.

You drifted your eyes a bit before you let out a shaky breath.

"Fine..."

~~~~~~

Muzan was growing upset...

You had been married and he couldn't but help feel like he won!

But...

You hardly spoke with him! You only spoke with him on affairs concerning his household and your son!

Not to mention...

You wouldn't share his bed.. You chose your own room... To sleep in!

He had thoughts of you underneath him, squirming and whimpering.

Crying out his name as he filled you with his seed...

He'd have you... He'd have you very soon...

Even if he had to force you...

~~~~~~

You slowly knocked on the door, openng it as you tilted your head.

"You asked to see me?" You asked softly as you smiled a bit.

Muzan nodded his head before he stood up from his desk. "Yes come in... Lock the door." He said.

You furrowed your brow before you closed the door, locking it behind you.

"Come closer." Muzan said as he walked out from behind the desk, watching as you stood slow steps.

As you grew closed enough, he grabbed the back of your neck, his now sharp nails digging into your skin.

He slammed you onto the desk as you cried out.

"Wh-What are-!?" You began before he shushed you.

"Shut it... I've been kind enough to let your boy live... But I can only be so merciful..." Muzan hissed by your ear as you began tearing up.

Using his nails as he ripped your kimono, smirking as he looked at your exposed pussy.

"If you had been a better wife... We could be doing this under better conditions..." Muzan said as he glared down at you.

"N... No please no..." You whispered as he freed his aching cock.

"Shush..." Muzan said, bringing his hand down on your ass cheek as you whimpered.

"Just be still." He whispered by your ear as he forced his cock into your dry walls.

You whimpered in pain as you sobbed silently, your cries of pain echoing through the office as his hips slapped against your ass.

Though soon, you let out whimpers as your walls squeezed him, happily accepting him in... As if he didn't just violate them.

"It could be so much easier." Muzan whispered harshly as he pulled your hair, forcing you up.

And all you could do was cry throughout his rough and violating treatment of you...

~~~~~~

You wrapped your son in his father's hoari as you smiled sadly, your eyes so worn that your poor son didn't recognize them anymore..

"Mother..." Shinjuro said softly. "I don't want to leave you." He said as he began tearing up.

"My boy... You'll never leave me... I'll always be with you." You said as you kissed his head. "You'll be such a strong hashira one day... You'll make your father and I proud." You whispered.

"I'll become a hashira! Then... Then i'll come back for you! We can live at father's estate again!" Shinjuro said.

"It sounds like a plan." You said, before watching as the kakushi took him away.

Yet he had no idea... That this would be the last time he would ever see his mother....

[muzansfangs]

Coitus interrupted.

Starring: Giyuu Tomioka x f!reader; Kyojuro Rengoku x f!reader;

Warnings: nsfw, language, oral sex (reader receiving), oral sex (Giyuu receiving), mention to death, depression and alcoholism in Rengoku’s part, modern au, accidental voyeurism, humping;

Format: short imagine;

Plot: you and your boyfriend were having a steamy make out session, but one thing leads to another and you found yourselves moaning each others name. Everything was great, until someone interrupted you. Will it kill the mood, or ignite a devious spark within them?

Author note: Hi there! I have decided to do a re-make of a drabble posted on my old wattpad account, because I have realized that, although I am a huge Rengoku simp, I have not posted anything about him. Shame on me. As you may have noticed, I have already posted a “Coitus interrupted” about Muzan, Douma and Kokushibo because an anon had requested it. I am now serving you with some Hashira contents because why not :)

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Kyojuro Rengoku.

Spending the night with your boyfriend and his little brother meant only one thing: a good, tasty dinner and a warmth shower of love and affection from the Rengoku brothers. Since their mother had tragically passed away, Shinjuro had fallen into a dark loop of depression and alcoholism. He barely took care of the house and Senjuro depended solely on his older brother and you.

Sometimes, when you two took him out for a stroll at the park, people asked if he was your kid and that made your heart explode with joy. You deeply cared about the younger Rengoku and you would have done anything in your power to help your beloved boyfriend in being a parental figure for him. Kyojuro was literally the sun incarnated. He was a caring boyfriend, an amazing friend and the shoulder you could cry on every single time you needed someone to rely on.

Being there for him and his family was truly the least you could do.

Falling in love with him had been easy. You were catastrophically in love with him and, when he had asked you to be his wife a few months ago, you did not have to think twice before accepting his proposal.

Now, it was a hot summer night and you had just successfully put Senjuro to sleep. He was, apparently, full of energy that evening and, after a delicious dinner the three of you had cooked without setting the house ablaze, you and your soon to be husband could finally have the time to enjoy your intimacy in the privacy of his bedroom. Life had been a little chaotic, as of late, and making some spare time to relax and indulge into something more than just ferven kisses shared in the shadows was truly rare.

As soon as you two entered Kyojuro’s bedroom, your back hit the soft mattress of his bed and the air was temporary knocked out of your lungs for the impact. His bright eyes bored into yours as he captured your lips in a tender, but hungry kiss. You could tell he was starving, but so were you and the way you returned the kiss with equal passion spoke volumes.

He peppered your cheeks in kisses, his body hovering over yours as he made sure not to crash you with the weight of his muscular body “Can I taste you? — he lowly said, as his nose brushed against yours — I skipped the dessert just for you, little flame”.

His usual booming tone was long gone and you knew exactly what he meant by that.

As you nodded your head and spread your legs wider for granting more access to him, Kyojuro smiled softly and curled the skirt of your dress up your thighs. He did not ever bother to tug your panties down, he did not want to waste any precious time, after all. Therefore, pushing the thin and now soaked fabric to the side, he delved into your heat.

He slowly began to kiss his way up to your core and you left out soft moans, your half-lidded eyes glancing down at your man and the erotic vision he was providing you. There was not a single inch of your thighs he neglected. Your hand snapped down, fisting his soft blonde locks gently, as you tried to hold back your moans.

You were too lost into your pleasure and Kyojuro was too focused on you, his deft tongue about to reach your aching spot, to hear someone unlock the front door and drag his feet along the floor. When you eventually heard someone scoffing, and your eyes flicked up to see a disgusted Shinjuro on the threshold, it was too late. Your boyfriend whipped his head towards the door and his father did not lose his chace to torment him again.

“Argh, at least, I hope you got talent in that!” Shinjuro commented, shutting the door closed behind him as he left.

You gaped in shock and Kyojuro shrugged, smiling at you softly, before making you forget that little inconvenience.

“I won’t let him ruin our moment” he whispered to you and he actually stack up to his oath.

Giyuu Tomioka.

You had thought that inviting your boyfriend over to celebrate your birthday together was a good idea. It was the first time you finally had the chance to have him sleep over without your boisterous family around to interrupt your moments of intimacy. Giyuu, naturally, obliged your request and by the time you were done with your make-up and hair, the door bell rang.

“Saying that you are breath-taking is an understatement…” he had barely murmured, handing you a small bouquet of red roses as you opened the door for him.

Your reserved and stoic boyfriend always found a way to leave you speechless and his small, loving gestures made butterflies flutter in your stomach. The night had just begun and you were confident about a glorious, positive outcome as it unraveled under your eyes. The attentions, the sweet words and kisses and even the shiny pendant he had gifted you with were small steps that inevitably led you to one result: a passionate make-out session on the sofa.

You had been kissing for a while, your lipstick staining the white collar of his shirt, along with his thin lips and Giyuu had boldly made you sit on his lap. Your hair were disheveled at this point, but you could not care less. Teasingly, you started to grind down on him and the Giyuu dropped his usual façade. You could feel his bulge pressing against your thigh and you decided to properly thank him for the special treatment he had gifted you with all night long.

Low and deep grunts of pleasure fell from his lips as you repeated the action a few more times, before aiming to the second step.

You hastily dropped to your knees, your hands reaching up to unbuckle his belt to give him a good blow job, as your boyfriend eyed you in awe. His lips were slightly parted as you unzipped his pants amd freed his erection. Your tongue swirled around the pinkish tip to give him a taste of what was about to come, when the door flew open and a familiar voice resounded in the room “Happy birth—” Uzui said, cutting himself off.

You blushed furiously and Giyuu hastily grabbed a pillow to cover himself. Humiliating, it was so humiliating. Your brother was absolutely shocked and your boyfriend was probably about to faint.

You three stayed silent for a minute straight, none of you dared to talk, until Uzui cleared his throat and took his leave “Woah! Are you two... Please, go ahead! See you later!”.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! The satisfaction of getting another draft out of my way is incredible. I’ll do my best to take care of some requests and then start my birthday event! Stay tuned! As per usual, thank you so much for supporting this blog. Likes, comments and re-posts are truly appreciated!

Until next,

x o x o

[cafeinthemoon]

It's a Fire - Chapter I

Chapter 1

Wordcount 3,5k

Title Retired Hashira

Fandom Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer

Symbols ⭕ ➕ 🖤

Warnings: arranged marriage; age gap; mentions of increasing in criminality and poverty; grieving; non diagnosed depression (the condition wasn't properly understood by the time this story is settled)

Tagging ? (If you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just leave a comment on this chapter or send an ask or a message)

N.A.: So Kimetsu no Yaiba returned and I'm taking the opportunity to finally start posting this story that has been in my list of ideas for several months!

A while ago I made a poll where I included the option of writing a fic with the Rengoku family, and it was this one I was talking about. I know there are other stories I need to work on already, but let me tell you that this very fic just saved me from a creative block, which was caused by what I suspect to be the beginning of a burnout (I'm about to go on vacation and I just can't take it anymore, but I don't want to discuss this rn).

A few words about the ff itself: It's a slow burn, arranged marriage story between reader, who's 27/28 yo, which makes her closer to myself who's a bit older than this, and Shinjuro Rengoku, who's struggling with the same problems we see in canon, but somehow accepts her as his wife: she was the daughter of old acquaintances of his, so the marital contract is sealed to allegedly honor the friendship between the families. However, things are way more complicated in reality.

Of course, because of the things we see in the original media, such as violence, alcoholism and etc., I need to make it clear that my personal opinions on these subjects may diverge from what I'm putting in this story (due to personal family experiences), and each chapter will carry the necessary warnings. Also if you notice similarities with Beauty and the Beast, know that it isn't just a coincidence haha Finally, the title is a song by Portishead, which didn't influence my writing but its lyrics somehow fit this plot 🌹

I hope you have a good time reading this ❤

“You walk a lonely road 

Oh, how far you are from home” 

(Enya, May it Be) 

That fate didn’t care about your preferences and desires, you knew well. 

You wished you had your mother with you for long years, and that your relationship grew stronger as you spent your time together, dedicating yourselves to the art of the sword, but most of her time and energy were directed to her work as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps, and it was like this until the day you received a messenger from Ubuyashiki-sama to inform you about her death: she didn’t fall to the Oni, but couldn’t resist the injuries from a battle against a group of them. 

You also wished your father, after losing the woman he claimed to love, stood up to his remaining family, that is, himself and you, and took reasonable measures to protect his territory and the people who lived in it, but he preferred to lock himself in his office and ignore the demands outside it, firing half of the house’s servants for the sake of saving money and willing to leave the property to the dust and the insects, not seeing this happening thanks to you, who took the task of maintaining everything by yourself, even doing some of the physical work. 

There were, in fact, many other things you wished for, but didn’t have the chance to see them coming true. One of those other things were continuing to live in the house you grew up in, and using your education to dedicate your life to a career of your choice, though your options seemed limited by your sex. But even this was taken from you when, on an ordinary day, you saw your father leaving his office in the company of a man you’ve never seen in your life. You wanted to question him about this strange visit, but you didn’t have to: your father came to your chambers later, and without measuring his tone or giving you time to process such news, explained the meeting’s main subject. 

– I’ve recently contacted an old acquaintance of mine, someone who was also known by your mother – he started – And explained our situation here. 

You knew what he was talking about: after your mother passed away, your lands’ protection has been neglected, and appearances of demons have been reported more often by your servants and the people who live in the villages near. No one dared leaving their houses at night, and the local economy were deeply affected by this, since part of the basic work used to be done in this period of the day; this led to an increase in poverty and criminality. You, on your part, weren’t immune to these difficulties despite growing up in a privileged family. 

Your father addressing this situation to you, however, was something new, and you exposed this impression to him. 

– Things are getting harder for everyone here, that’s true – you agreed – But why are you discussing this with me now? 

– Because I asked this acquaintance for help, and he answered me – he took slow steps toward your window, half opened by that time; he closed it with firm hands, but without making much noise – The thing is that, at the same time our lands are now dangerous to people, specially to young women like you, it’s time for you to take the next big step in your personal life, daughter. After all, you’re almost twenty-eight. 

You frowned. 

Next big step? What is he talking about?… 

Your father might have noticed your confusion, because he soon clarified his words… and you wished he never did it. 

– I’m talking about marriage, y/n – he spat – You declined the last two proposals, and I respect your reasons for that, but this time the circumstances aren’t in our favor. This man who visited me earlier is a messenger from the Rengoku House, and he brought me a positive answer from their head: I offered your hand and a good dowry in exchange for your protection, and in respect to your mother, who worked for the same cause as him, Shinjuro Rengoku accepted you as his wife. You’re leaving the house this week. 

You were speechless. You tried to stand up and show a sign of protest, but your legs didn’t obey you; you opened your mouth to say something, but no word left it. You knew your father have been struggling, but you could never suppose he was becoming insane – arranging a marriage for you without your consent? Other men used to do this to their daughters, but the man who married your mother would never… But, apparently, he was no longer this man. 

Maybe he was expecting some disagreement, but seeing your silence made him frown. 

– Don’t you have anything to say about this? 

You finally seemed to wake up. You gave him a dead glare, murmuring your response. 

– And what do you expect a woman to say after being sold and sent away from her own house out of nowhere? – you moved your head to the side, irony leaking from the gesture – Thank you? 

Your father clenched his jaw. 

– I certainly don’t expect your gratitude – his voice was lower now – I know this isn’t the future you wanted for yourself, and I didn’t want things to be like this either, but… 

– Why marriage, father? – your tongue was released, interrupting his thread of thoughts like a storm – I could stay temporarily with them, work for them, anything! But marrying someone I’ve never met?! Don’t you remember that I’ve declined the other proposals after at least seeing the faces of those men? 

– You’ll meet him on the wedding day, and you’ll have all the time of the world to know anything there is to know about him – his tone was louder again, as his patience was running low – Besides, Shinjuro is an old friend of mine. I give you my word that he’s a decent man, besides being a formidable warrior. He was married to a respectable woman once, and built a good family with her. I trust him, and so did your mother. No problems should be expected from his part, so the same must be expected from you. 

Shinjuro. It was only the second time you’ve heard that name from your father’s mouth, and you didn’t know what to think. In fact, you’ve learned from your mother that among the Demon Slayer Corps there was an elite group known as the Hashira, and one of them was Shinjuro, the Hashira of the Flames. He was the current head of the Rengoku family, but personal struggles – including the death of his wife – forced him to a retirement despite his capacity as a warrior, so that his eldest son, Kyojuro, took his place. However, you also heard that this young man was dead, so it was impossible to tell how things were going for his family members now. And that was the environment your father was willing to throw you into, even spending money in the process. 

You sighed. 

– Father, when was the last time you’ve met this man? I don’t remember you talking about him – you crossed your arms – I’m only familiar with his name thanks to mother, but now you’re telling me that he’s an old friend of yours. How old is he, exactly? 

– Not as old as me, of course – his reply came with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation – I can’t believe that, of all the things involved in this arrangement, this is what concerns you more! 

You scoffed. 

– I’m not that futile, but if he’s old enough to have a son capable of replacing him in the battlefield, I think I have the right to be concerned! – you took a step toward him – If I have no choice, I want to know exactly where I’m getting into. Can’t you even make such a small concession to me, father? 

No, he couldn’t, and you soon realized that. 

Your father decided the conversation was over. He returned to the room’s door and opened it. 

– It is decided, already – and, with a sort of sadness in his eyes – I’m doing what I think it’s best for my daughter. I only wanted her to trust me, at least for once. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat. 

– I wanted this too, father. But you’re making it too difficult for your daughter. 

He stared at you for a moment, then left without any word. 

*** 

Things really happened the way you feared, in the path your father stated they would follow. He said that, but until the end he kept acting like he had no control over the flow of events, in a frail attempt to soothe his own conscience that only served to unnerve you, and not even seeing the disappointment in his daughter’s eyes each time he looked at you was enough for him to leave this pretense aside. Had he no shame anymore? 

During that fateful week, you avoided his company, leaving the burden of communication to the remaining servants and only speaking to him when utterly necessary. What was left for you to talk about when, as he said, everything was decided, and when you had nothing but sadness for him — for him, the adversities he’s been through and for the way he chose to behave in face of them? It was useless to argue on this, and whether you liked it or not, you had little time to put everything in order and couldn’t have the luxury of wasting it: would it be worthy to cause a delay in the arrangements under the risk of leaving a bad impression in your future spouse, even when he was someone you’ve never saw before? 

You sighed at the thought. 

And, as if I hadn’t enough things to worry about, I still have to consider this. 

In fact, you didn’t want to take much stuff from that house with you at the same time you didn’t want to cause any difficulties to the servants, who have already seen their load increase the last months, so you were quick to select essential items and packing them with the help of a maid, from your clothes to the gifts brought by your mother, and instruct her about what to do with the other things: some of them you gave to her, knowing that she had a daughter who was younger than you and who’d appreciate your charity, and the others, such as the furniture, should be sent to the villagers, for you wanted your things to be with people who would make good use of them instead of letting them rot in a place to where you’d never come back. 

Among all of this, the last object you packed was the only thing you made a point about carrying by yourself, and the only thing you didn’t trust anyone to pack but yourself: the sword of your mother, which was sent to your house by Ubuyashiki-sama and now belonged to you. Your mother has been teaching you lessons since you were a teenager, but she hasn’t lived long enough to see if you were going to develop your own Breath; well, until that day you haven’t, but you’ve never stopped practicing even under your father’s disapproval. You didn’t know what you would find once you stepped into your husband’s house, but you wouldn’t want to depend on his protection on everything; besides, having a wife who knew how to wield a sword must be an advantage, right? 

The train of thoughts, feelings and concerns was such that you were robbed from sleep the night before the ceremony. You knew women who had their marriages arranged as well, but you never got to talk to them about it; you had no idea of how you were supposed to feel, or how you were supposed to see the whole thing. How one should feel when they saw themselves trapped in a situation from which they couldn’t get out? Without having answers, you just relied on the feeling that seemed reasonable to you, that is, utter fear. 

The next morning came silent and inexorable, just as the ones before it, and you saw yourself leaving your bed and taking care of your duties without putting your thoughts on them. It was only your body working by itself, saving your soul from the burden of being conscious, or perhaps you were just accepting your fate after a night of tears and rage. 

Having dismissed the maid’s help, you bathed and dressed alone, and left the house where the most important moments of your life took place without one last look. To be fair, your eyes were so sore and tired that they barely registered the appearance of the weather while you walked to the carriage, but you guessed it was a warm, sunny day, though not enough for you to get sweaty. Your father was already in the carriage’s interior; you took the seat beside him with no signs of acknowledging his presence. 

The coachman shook the reins and yelled something to the horse, and the crack of the wooden wheels was heard as the vehicle moved along the road. 

*** 

The ceremony took place in a building in the city of (…), near your father’s property, which served as the head office of a group of law professionals, including the man responsible for your marital contract. 

You wouldn’t call it a ceremony, really: it was more of a sequence of bureaucratic procedures than a social event with the purpose of uniting two families; a mere formality to allow you to move to a man’s house without ruining your reputation. It was quick, direct and cold like a financial operation, and the people involved seemed to make sure it looked like this. 

Your father led you to a sequence of stairs and then through a narrow corridor, until he stopped in front of a door and opened it, entering the room and inciting you to follow him. You did it, and found out you weren’t the first to arrive: the officiant was already in his position, behind a table upon which you saw an open book; at its right, there was a small inkwell and a feather; around him, two officers which function you couldn’t guess and couldn’t care about. And, finally, in front of the table and observing your arrival with a stern glare, the man who was about to become your husband. 

Whatever you were expecting to see, Shinjuro was nothing like you might have imagined, except for the fact that he was younger than you supposed – and, indeed, younger than your father – and stole the attentions among all those men despite the quiet, composed manners. Well, he would do it in any place he’d step in, for his appearance was extravagant, to say the least: on his severe face he carried a pair of orange eyes under two thick, black eyebrows, a wild trait that made you think of a lion; framing his expression and matching his eyes, he had thick, blond hair that decreased to red on its edges, spreading over his shoulders. And, as if his looks weren’t enough to draw the whole room’s attention, he was dressed in sober, dark clothing, more like someone attending a western funeral than a wedding. 

As you walked to the center of the room, led by your father, and took the spot beside Shinjuro, you felt your skin burning in discomfort under his merciless eyes. You breathed deep and, when he nodded to acknowledge you two, you made an effort to greet him, as well as the other men. 

I knew he wasn’t the same person my father claimed to know. He stated that he was good and trustful, but everything in this man screams danger. What kind of hell I’m getting into… 

The officiant announced the beginning of the ceremony, and you turned to him in silence. After a few, composed words to the new couple, he gave you both clear instructions on where to sign your names, and you did as he said, Shinjuro first, then you; you glanced at his hand offering you the feather and took it in a second, taking care your hand didn’t touch his. You tried not to think of your gestures as you wetted its tip on the ink, but a tremble reached your wrist the instant you approached the feather from the paper. 

So… That’s it. I write my name in a book and enter a path from where I can’t go back. 

The realization was too much to bear and time was passing, so you bit your inner cheek to prevent your mind to entertain the thought and scribbled your name at once. When you moved the feather away and put it back on the inkwell, your hand acted by itself, and your arm gone numb once you recoiled it to your side. 

Your mouth was dry, and a hole seemed to have taken the place of your heart. You barely noticed when the officiant and the other witnesses analyzed your signatures and approved them, bringing the ceremony to an end. You refused to believe all of that was real until the man announced you were free to go, and both Shinjuro and you turned away, preparing to leave. He didn’t bat an eye at you while doing so. 

The head of the Rengoku family stopped to exchange some words with your father. You were close enough to hear the conversation, but didn’t want to pay attention; you just wanted to leave this place, even though you weren’t going to a familiar one after it. 

You only understood their conversation was over when you heard your father’s voice calling your name. You turned to him and your stomach curled in disgust when you saw the pleading smile on his face, the only thing that reminded you of home and now a sign of everything you lost. You’ve never felt so alone. 

Later, you’d try to remember his exact words for you at that moment, but you’d find yourself unable to do it. Maybe it was a formal wish of good luck or something. The only thing you remembered was your reaction: you stared at him for a few seconds, then, without a word, you turned your face away, walking toward the door. You knew your husband was observing, but his approval was the least of your preoccupations now. 

*** 

Little was recalled by you from the travel to the Rengoku house, except that it was silent, even calm period. The only abnormality was caused by you: unlike your other belongings, who were sent in another vehicle ahead under the supervision of a servant, you decided you were going to carried your sword with you in the carriage, to everyone’s surprise and your father’s discontentment. 

That occasion was also when Shinjuro spoke to you for the first time. 

— Why are you doing this? 

The question, made when you were already in the carriage, was direct but not devoid of politeness, so you granted him an honest answer. 

— This sword once belonged to my mother, and now it is mine. If my father had his way, I’d never carry it with me, but I refuse to leave it behind — and, glancing at him, — I couldn’t risk him checking my things and subtracting it from them without my consent. 

Shinjuro only murmured an “I see” in response, and the conversation died there. 

You were beside the carriage’s window and might have slept to the warmth of the sun and the constant noise of the wheels in movement, but you weren’t sure if you did. As your body was now avoiding visible reactions, your spirit was suppressing the emotional rush for your own good, since no advantage would come from a breakdown in the middle of the road, right in front of your new spouse who, just like you, didn’t seem all pleased with the whole thing: sure, he didn’t show visible discontentment whether with your appearance or your manners, but you’ve been dealing with middle aged men for too long to sense when they were seeing something they didn’t find appropriate; and, in the present case, it was clear to you that Shinjuro already formed his opinion: to him, you were a stubborn, spoiled brat who didn’t have her way and was decided to make it everyone else’s problem. Yes, the idea of acting like that wandered through your mind for a while, but you thought you were better than this, and opted for a balance between bitterness and decency, not wearing plain clothing and displaying rude manners, but also not being extravagant in anything; still, you couldn’t convince the man of your good nature, and he let it clear with the inquiring about the sword, so now you completely gave up on seeking his favor. 

You were just waiting for the travel to end. 

Chapter 2

[sandwitchstories]

A Father's Love- Shinjuro Rengoku HeadCanons

Welcome back to Witch's head canons! This week we are serving sexy dilf - Shinjuro Rengoku!

I had planned for this to be one of my father's day posts but hey better late than never!

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

Divider is by @plum98

These are my headcanons about Shinjuro getting a second chance at happiness: Shinjuro is now sober and has rejoined the land of the living. There are far too many miracles happening before his eyes for him to ever lose even another second to the Sake. His first born son is alive against all odds. His second born son is growing up to be a fine young man. He met and fell in love with you. And then when he thought you couldn't be any more amazing, you blessed him and his boys with a precious little one. A/N: I do not (and will not) write Shinjuro Rengoku as an irredemable monster. He is a broken man that was thrust into the role of being a single parent to two young children while working a job that is demanding in every way something possibly can be and puts his life in jeopard constantly, all while trying to process and grieve the loss of his beloved wife. He is a very 'human' character. A deeply feeling, broken person in a heartless messy world. Giving Shinjuro the happiness he too deserves makes me happy. :)

WC: 650

CW: Reader is AFAB. Mentions of pregnancy. Mentions of past alcoholism, mentions of guilt. That's about it. This is SFW which is a rarity for me! I hope njoy it :)

Dad!Shinjuro - who cried when Kyojuro came home after Mugen Train. His first born surviving what he absolutely should not have and losing an eye really put things in perspective for him. He quit drinking Sake that day.

Dad!Shinjuro- who took it upon himself to speak to the Master and began taking missions in his son’s stead. After all, demons don't stop being demons because the Corps is down a Hashira. (For the record, not a single Hashira uttered a single complaint. You were not surprised. I mean, come on, the guy literally gave a demon PTSD. He is a Legend.)

Dad!Shinjuro - who trains with his sons as Kyojuro heals. He is taken back to when they were little every time. Dad!Shinjuro - who is trying so hard to make up for the years he had lost to the sake

Dad!Shinjuro - who stared at you like you had 4 heads when you told him you were pregnant. He had a 20 year old and a 13 year old already… wasn’t he too old for this?

Dad!Shinjuro - who was surprised by how excited his sons were at the news of another sibling

Dad!Shinjuro - who grappled with guilt about moving on and loving another woman. He knows in his heart that Ruka would be happy for him, but it takes some time for him to truly believe it.

Dad!Shinjuro- who kisses your belly and tells you he secretly hopes it is a girl who looks just like you

Dad!Shinjuro - who has the biggest smile of possibly his entire life on his face. It is a baby girl alright, just like he had hoped for, and she already favors you except for a couple things… those big sunset eyes and that flaming hair! She’s a Rengoku alright! 

Dad!Shinjuro - who holds his little girl as if she is a precious gem, his gaze on her scrunched up little face is so full of love it makes your heart swell.

Dad!Shinjuro - who endures endless nights of babbling, crying and pacing with a daughter who refuses to sleep until she is exhausted and just… passes out. According to him, it’s Kyojuro all over again.

Dad!Shinjuro - who watches his sons with their baby sister and can't help but smile at how much those boys love her

Dad!Shinjuro- who watches you holding your daughter against your chest, swaying and humming to her softly, smiling down at her face. Something in his soul heals a little bit more every time he looks at you. 

Dad!Shinjuro - who watches his family together and can't really wrap his head around the fact that he has been given a 2nd chance to fix so many things. 

Another chance to have happiness. To have a sober life, to work at rebuilding his relationship with his sons. A 2nd chance at love with someone as incredible as you, and a beautiful baby girl with a smile that lights up the darkest night.  

He will never touch the Sake again. The words that leave his mouth will be better thought out. He cannot promise he won't get angry and yell, as quiet and shy as he can be, he is still the same hot headed Rengoku he has always been. But even if he does get mad, he will never again utter words that tear his children down in any way. He will guide them and support them. He knows now there are better ways, and with you at his side he knows he can see this through.

Dad!Shinjuro does not know why the universe chose to give him this blessing, but he is going to do everything right from here on out. 

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This fic is,,, weird. But I enjoyed writing it. I still feel slightly embarrassed posting it however lol

Root idea inspired by phantasmiafxndom

Cw for mentions of child abuse *cough cough* Shinjuro

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Demons, in their current form, were not just disgusting to Kyojuro but also pathetic in a way that made his heart burn with anger. Decades ago it had been perfectly fine to kill them. The creatures were a scar upon humanity and extermination was agreed upon by nearly everyone.

Now people treated them like a nuisance at worst, some even tended to coddle them. Protests grew daily, demanding the demons be treated more humanely. Humanely? For creatures that used to eat humans, still did in some cases. It was a fate kinder than they deserved.

Despite Kyojuro’s distaste most people didn’t share his feelings on the matter. Perhaps the most upsetting was the fact that Senjuro had complete adoration for demons. He tried his best to tolerate his brothers ideas, but couldn’t often hide his disturbance.

It only got worse when a few of Senjuro’s schoolmates got demons of their own. They had become a new fad, and the ultimate status symbol. Why have a dog or cat when instead you could find a demon who you could dress up with hair to brush.

Even his own brother cooed over the creatures. One or two of his classmates (alongside a few of Kyojuro’s own students) sported such popular pets and enjoyed showing them off. During lunch students would gather around pictures to oo and ah over whatever unique features the particular example had.

And while Rengoku worked a humble job as a teacher, their father still had plenty of money to spare even after retirement, something his younger brother was well aware of. It was no surprise when Senjuro too started to beg for a pet. The man was less secretive of his distaste inside his own home. He wasn’t harsh or cruel with the boy, simply firm. Senjuro had asked for pets before. This obsession would fade much like rest.

—-

Six months later Kyojuro gave in. Senjuro had earned some sort of reward. The elder brother didn’t like to leave the home often, not for elongated periods of time. Shinjuro mostly kept to himself now but it wasn’t impossible for their father to lash out. These incidents were few and far between. The only connection between them was that they occurred when Kyojuro wasn’t in the home.

But he had a job to do. Volunteering for an overnight field trip had perhaps been a mistake on his own part. In the past Senjuro had been able to find appropriate accommodations for the night or two his brother was gone. This time it was simply a combination of all the wrong things coming together.

He shouldn’t have believed his younger brother’s insistences that everything would be ok. Uzui or Sanemi would loathe watching the children but he could’ve forced one of the other men to take his place. That didn’t change the fact that he was the one who left on the trip. Everything on his end went rather smoothly. The children were rowdy, but didn’t cause any major problems. After constantly checking in and several reassurances from Senjuro he pushed his worries to the back of his mind.

They rushed forward again when Kyojuro arrived home. Even upon his return his brother greeted him with a smile and warm hug. It would’ve been a nice welcome under most circumstances. Senjuro wore a high collar, creeping above his neck. It wasn’t entirely inappropriate for the weather but wasn’t part of his typical ensemble.

Rengoku went to pull at the turtleneck. Though the boy nervously tried to avoid the attempts it wasn’t as if he could run away.

“It’s fine aniue,” he mumbled. Kyojuro saw a purple spot forming. It wasn’t too large, not the largest Senjuro or himself had ever recieved, but still there nonetheless. Softly he brushed the area with his thumb. His younger brother let out a little puff of air despite his attempts to hold in any reaction.

Finally allowed to pull away he backs up. Already his eyes are clouding with tears. Kyojuro waits for a moment, gently reaching his hand out so it barely hovers above the boy’s shoulder. When Senjuro leans into the touch he’s quickly smothered in an overbearing hug. He doesn’t quite sob, but tears soak into the elder brother’s shirt.

Even though Senjuro is mature (which sometimes makes Rengoku guilty in a way, because he shouldn’t have to be so mature) he’s still fourteen. Beyond that he’ll always be the younger of the two. Kyojuro had gotten used to sharing a bed and taking care of a sick brother and buying birthday gifts the moment their mother died, when Senjuro had barely started school. It feels natural to pick him up and settle on one of the softer couches. He’s small enough to still be able to curl up in Rengoku’s lap.

The two are happy to sit there for awhile. Senjuro was never much of a talker so the man doesn’t push him for now. Tears roll down his cheeks, which Rengoku swears still carry a bit of baby fat.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have left. I’ll be more careful next time. You didn’t-“

“It’s not your fault aniue. F-father just- he got mad because I dropped a plate and it’s fine. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” More water wells up in the corner of his eyes. After sucking in a shuddering breath he tries again. “But I’m glad you’re home.”

“Ok.” Kyojuro’s eyes soften. “You did a good job though.” He shouldn’t have had to, but Senjuro’s been forced to grow quickly. “We’ll do something for you though. Whaddya want? We can get dessert or go to that fancy ramen place or whatever else.”

Senjuro sniffles again. “You’ll be mad at me.”

“Of course I won’t, you can choose anything.”

“Ok.”

—-

A demon was not was Kyojuro had in mind. He had lightly protested at first but after Senjuro relented with a horribly sad look the man ended up being the one to insist. He bit back the opposing words on his tongue and tried to be supportive.

It was obvious the boy had been thinking about this for quite some time. He already had a list of several local rescues and even pulled an older futon into one of the many spare rooms they had.

Rengoku had trouble keeping a solid smile on his face, but even when it slipped his brother didn’t notice.

So they (well mostly Senjuro, who finally insists on going one day after school) arrive at a vaguely creepy facility, white walls with rows of cages on either side. The cashier is a young woman who drags her voice out too much, weirdly high in an attempt to appear more friendly. Her lax appearance was strange with the rest of the sterile environment.

Senjuro was free to pick one of his own out. Kyojuro found all of them equally repulsive, and had no preference for which one ended up in their home. The only thing he wanted was for his brother to change his mind and let them leave empty handed. He felt bad for thinking such bitter thoughts considering what had propelled their visit. Everytime he tried to improve his attitude Rengoku would catch sight of meat sitting in feeding bowls or little signs declaring the temperament of a specific pet.

Senjuro was firm in his choices however and they ended up with something vaguely human, though that wasn’t very remarkable. It (They, Senjuro kept on insisting, like it was an actual being) had greyish skin and sunken eyes. With a few random spikes and other inhuman qualities it was pretty typical in terms of demons. It wasn’t the most repulsive one there, plenty had more appalling traits like multiple eyes or huge fists perfect for clawing people.

The chatty saleswoman cooed as she opened up the cage and beckoned you forward. “Good choice! This one’s quiet, but the most well-behaved cutie you’ve ever seen.” As you drag yourself out of the cage and rise to your full height Rengoku grimaces. You don’t look particularly threatening, smaller than him with blank eyes and greasy hair. ‘Cute’ is not the word that comes to mind.

Hesitantly taking the new leash clipped to your collar Senjuro tugs you forward. You move along with the motions, following quick enough that the lead never draws taut. One of your feet drags slightly each time you take a step.

“Hi.” The boy is so quiet as he whispers it. He seems a little shy, reverent maybe? Holding eye contact for only a moment or two he looks away and back towards his brother. “I want this one aniue.” The shyness holds as he

at Kyojuro.

The man bites his tongue for a minute and tries to think of an appropriate response. “And you’re sure?” He tries to keep the judgement out of his voice.

It’s detected anyways. Senjuro’s brow furrows slightly. His brother is never truly angry, but annoyed seems like a just reaction. “Yes! I promise.” The words rush out quickly in a way that leaves no room for argument.

“Awesome! And just so you know each adoption comes with some basic care items, a bit of meat, feeding bowls, um I think there’s a booklet included.” The saleswoman bounces around the counter and roots in the drawers underneath. “Is this your first one? Honestly I thought about adopting in the past but after spending all my time here I’ve gotten my fill of demons.”

Senjuro nods along politely to each sentence. Rengoku merely stares out the window and waits until she asks for a card. When she finally finishes her spiel he slaps the card down. Demons can be low-maintenance (in actuality that means negligent owners who can’t quite get in trouble with how resilient demons are) but when properly taken care of they can be rather expensive. The cost of meat alone, synthetic human or the animal kind, can scare many away. Money here isn’t the problem.

Kyojuro has to carry all the accessories back to the car. His brother opted to chose about a dozen different types of collars and bowls and whatever else in his excitement. Trailing behind slightly he still holds your leash in hand. Every few steps he’ll nervously look back as if to make sure you’re still following. You don’t react to any of these glances, don’t react to anything at all other than stopping when he does and moving forward when prompted.

Once you’re brought to the car Kyojuro directs you towards the back, where several plastic covers have been put over the seats. Senjuro has to lean over to buckle you, jolting each time his skin brushes against yours. Pulling away he hovers for a moment before his brother directs him towards the front seat.

—-

Their house is nice. You’re led to a mostly bare room which is dubbed as yours. The older Rengoku dumps the toys in the corner and is quick to leave afterwards. You can still smell him sharply though, lingering just beyond the doorway.

The younger one parades you around the room to show off the space. Currently there is a futon in the corner with a shelf pressed against the opposite wall. Senjuro promises to get you more to furnish the space but it makes no difference to you.

“I’ll see if there’s a salon or something like that. They can bathe you and help with your nails.”

They’re claws, pointed and sharp but also splintering from lack of care. With no other way to respond you give a dull nod.

“I didn’t really think about clothes, but I do have an oversized shirt for you. It’s more like a dress really.” While explaining he plucks the piece from the bottom of your new belongings. “Aniue might have some old clothes that fit you, just until I go shopping.”

At that your mouth drops into a sharper frown. His brother smells like anger and hatred and something too harsh for your nose. It’s not as if you’re not used to being disliked. Demons generally don’t get along with one another and being put in a shelter usually meant whatever previous owner you had wasn’t great. His distaste though was sharp on your tongue as the smell wafted through the air. It wasn’t like casual neglect or dehumanization— there wasn’t even subtle joy taken in the sight of your current state, he didn’t want you there at all.

Put off by the thought of the man you turn away and crawl underneath your futon. It’s warm against your chilled skin. Peeking your head out from the thick sheets you watch as he spreads the rest of the accessories around the space. The whole time he talks softly, not to you specifically, but fills the space with sound. He’s quiet and doesn’t say things pointlessly which keeps your annoyance from rising.

By the time he finishes you’re already half asleep. You’ve spent the last few months sitting in a cage most of the day, even just moving from one home to another has worn you out. Nerves alone keep your eyes open, at least while he’s in the room. The moment he leaves however your willpower thins.

—-

Days pass slowly. Senjuro feed’s you before he heads to school, at which point you’re mostly left alone. Kyojuro occasionally passes the room, but never pauses. A few times when it’s absolutely silent you’ll poke your head out of your room. You don’t ever end up passing the threshold of it though. Nobody’s invited you outside of the space and you don’t fancy getting punished for such a small journey.

Mostly you nap or pace around your room. There’s not much in terms of entertainment but it’s not a horrible existence. Senjuro is only gone for a few hours. When he gets home the boy will do homework in your room. It becomes so much of a habit that an extra desk gets shoved into the space. While he works you rest at his feet or watch him through your blankets.

Your routine rarely shifts, which is nice in its own way. Change is more often bad than good, but the humans seem to have their own ideas about what you need.

This afternoon when Senjuro enters his brother follows. When you sense Rengoku approaching however you try to scramble backwards. Senjuro’s arms stick out in front of him as he tries to calm you. You’re not very happy but you soften slightly anyways.

Now that you’re paying attention his words make real sense. “I want you and aniue to get along. He’s not mean so you can’t be either.” His brother stands in the doorway, looking threatening still.

“Please aniue, you have to be nice.” Senjuro looks up at the man. “Can’t you just pet them once? I don’t like it when you ignore each other.”

Rengoku approaches you carefully. In an attempt to please his brother the man wasn’t quite as brash as usual. But his feelings were still clear on his face, and the smell of his anger flows through the air. You’re tempted to back up even more, hiding flat beneath the chair.

In turn his expression only grows more displeased.

After a few minutes of him standing angrily in the middle of the room Senjuro observes the threatening aura easily and was quick to intervene. “Aniue! You have to be more gentle.” He runs to your side. Though the boy wasn’t particularly strong you allowed him to pull you into his lap. His soft hands run over your hair in soothing motions. “See, you have to be nice if you want them to trust you.” While he continued to cradle you an eye opened to peek at the elder brother. He looked even more upset than before, which brought a sly smile to your face.

With your sharp nose you could smell how hard Kyojuro had bit his tongue. The faintest smell of blood drifted in the air while saliva pooled in your mouth. Turning your smug face away you attempted to burrow further into the carpet and soft fabric. You roll around in the gentle feeling of his hands and the sweet smell of his clothes. He must’ve been cooking earlier, something sweet like sugar or baking mix is smeared over the front of his clothes.

Though you’ve hidden your face Kyojuro’s presence is still clear. When he settles beside you all your muscles pull tight. His hands graze over you twice while you lie as still as possible.

“Alright, is that good?” The man is already standing up.

Senjuro doesn’t seem satisfied at all, with your performance alongside his brother’s, but nods anyways. It seems the mood has gone sour, the way he leaves soon after. He tries not to make it feel like a punishment but a bit of guilt gnaws at your bones.

—-

The next day Senjuro is back to his usual routine although the air still feels a bit too quiet. Worry keeps you alert to his movements. A few times he opens his mouth without speaking. On the third or fourth try he finally manages to get a few words out.

“I’m having aniue take you to get all washed up and everything tomorrow. You have to be good otherwise he won’t want to do this for me again.” His sternness is in full force, and surprisingly authentic. Blinking up at him you give a curt nod, waiting for the petting to resume.

It does soon enough and you’re happy to settle back down.

—-

The spa- salon or whatever they call themselves is surprisingly pleasant. You’re shy at first. There’s lots of people there, other demons too. Some are carefully restrained, muzzles and harnesses and even one fashioned in a straight jacket.

You wish Senjuro had taken you. The boy would’ve coaxed you inside gently and explained everything along the way. Rengoku drags you towards the receptionist and clips your collar to one of the tethers there. As soon as you’re checked in and given a pickup time he leaves you there. You’re not shaking— that would be cowardly —but there’s a nerve running through your body.

The woman who takes you is nice. She has pretty pink hair with a friendly face, but ultimately is unfamiliar in a way that makes you resistant. When you don’t move with her she trues to guide you with a hand. It’s so warm again your skin. Senjuro’s touches are always light and the woman isn’t rough but it’s rougher than he is.

The hiss isn’t purposeful, not even threatening. It works to describe your discomfort. She tries soothing voices to guide you towards one of the chairs, but you stay rooted to the spot.

“Five steps ok? Why don’t you move with me and we can sit down.” When she nudges your legs you finally take one step. The woman guides you slowly until you settle down on one of the recliners. You’re still stiff, but in a position where they can start to take care of you.

Lots of different people do lots of different things. A man trims your talons and applies a thick shiny coat over them. He offers color but you staunchly shake your head.

Another person trims your hair. She carefully moves it away from your face and takes off a minimal amount. You can’t really see much of a difference, too distracted by all the little ends that have scattered across your face. The woman dusts them off with a fluffy brush that makes you sneeze. Everyone nearby coos after and you feel like more of a lapdog than a demon.

Someone else leads you over to a private bathroom, where you’re promptly scrubbed down. They use lots of bubbles and scented oils that edge on being too much for your senses. The after-effect is nice though, a calm lavender scent that’s much more pleasant than dirt and raw meat (even if the latter was tastier). You’re thrown into an oversized sweatshirt with matching pants, soft fleece lining the inside.

It all goes rather quickly. There’s dozens of new scents and people that cloud your brain. It’s hard to absorb the reality of everything until you’re allowed to actually rest. A side room lets you find a quiet place to curl up and rest.

Even though you’ve done just the barest amount of stumbling around there’s a weight to your bones that drags you down. You can’t remember if you were always like this or if it’s a side effect of being caged for so long. Either way you feel like a poor imitation of what a demon should be. A poodle compared to a wolf.

Part of you doesn’t really care. It’s not like you’ll ever be expected to kill or even hunt. This is the result from years of domestication.

You leave all the wondering for another day. Your mind is just a tired as your body and it’s no surprise when your eyes slip closed.

—-

Kyojuro drags you back into the car after a harsh awakening. You’re still half asleep but stumble out once he has a hand on your leash.

Slumping over in the back seat you drift back in and out of sleep. Everytime the man hits the breaks you jerk forward and wake back up.

But by the time you get home you’ve been knocked out fully. Your head dips downwards only to lose ok up an indeterminate amount of time later.

For a few minutes you wait awkwardly in the car. It’s hard to tell how much time has passed, but in reality it probably hasn’t been too long. Senjuro would’ve come out to wake you if he was home.

You decide nobody else would be inclined to fetch you. Crawling out of the backseat you dart towards the door leading inside.

Unsure of where exactly your room is you’re forced to rely on scent. You’ve never been outside of your room in length, and can’t recall the layout of most of the home.

Currently your strategy is to point your head in one direction and sniff. It seems to be doing a relatively good job of leading you in the right direction, or at least the smell isn’t getting any weaker.

Though much of the house is rather boring, plain walls with nice furniture that doesn’t really tell you anything, you do take note of whatever is a little interesting. There’s fresh flowers in one of the vases along the hallway. They must’ve been cut just a day or two ago. As you pass the kitchen you notice four seats at the dinner table, with room for more if needed. You haven’t heard any guests in the weeks you’ve been here, so it’s an odd sight.

Kyojuro seems to be absent at the moment, making your movements much more relaxed. You don’t drag your feet or wander aimlessly but you’re happy to poke your head in certain places were it doesn’t belong.

One room in particular captures your attention. Most of the home smells the same, with the brother’s scents flowing and ebbing depending on the space. In a darker hallway however there’s the sharp scent of alcohol. Underneath it you can sense another human within, a damp smell like overripe fruit. At first it makes you pause (the only sound is heavy breathing inside the room) and then scurry away from it.

You find your room soon after, happy to dive into your sheets. Pulling off the oversized clothes you’re happier to take in more familiar fragrances.

—-

When Senjuro gets home he showers you with compliments. Fingers sweep through your soft locks.

However he seems determined at ruining your peace. “Wasn’t Aniue great for taking you?” He tries to hide his pointed tone.

You give a non-committal shrug.

The boy huffs but doesn’t leave you like he did last time.

“They were booked too far ahead on Saturdays but next time I’ll plan for that so we can go together.”

Letting out a pleased trill you flop onto the ground.

The boy moves backwards. “Let’s get some food yea?” He waits for you to follow.

Never having been invited out of your room (Kyojuro taking you out earlier was less of an invite and more of a demand) you move hesitantly. Within the home there’s no leash attached to your collar. It’s nice most of the time but you could use it as proper direction for where he wants you to go. Every few steps you end up stopping because you’re so hesitant. You’re just grateful that Senjuro doesn’t mind how slow you make the journey.

The open air of the kitchen makes you nervous. There’s so many places to look that it makes you dizzy.

Senjuro opens the refrigerator. At the bottom there’s stacks of meat, all different kinds. Technically it makes sense. It’s not as if someone is purchasing your food everyday. The steaks and patties you get eat night have to appear from somewhere.

With it all in front of you however saliva fills your mouth.

“You can pick out your dinner this time. I thought that could be fun!” He pulls your arm towards the icy cooler.

Moving slowly you just point to the top of the pile. You’d eat the whole thing if you could, but given the choice to pick one there’s not much difference to you.

Senjuro looks a bit disappointed so you instead take more action. Moving the packages around pointlessly you choose another from somewhere in the middle. The letters outlining it explain nothing to you, but there’s juice and blood flowing around the free spaces. Mostly you’re just excited to run back to your room and sink your teeth into the fat and sinew. It leaves saliva pooling in your mouth.

With slightly shaky hands you hand it over to Senjuro. Even though you know it’ll end up back in your hold your instincts scream at you to keep it. The tips of your fingernails burn as you try to keep your claws in control.

With dilated eyes focused on the meat you don’t notice the smell of alcohol wafting into the room. The younger boy does, and he tries to take your hand and guide you away. As you’re unworried you drag your feet along the way. Ignoring his urgings you’re caught off guard when a hand hooks into the back of your shirt.

Turning around you think it’s Kyojuro who’s grabbed you. They look almost identical but a bit of extra height and some light stubble indicate him as someone else. You may be dumb but you’re not stupid and it’s easy to guess that this is the pairs father. You hadn’t considered the full image of their family, only caring to note those you interacted with.

His anger is different than Kyojuro’s. Is less pointed, engulfing the whole room rather than poking your skin alone. It smells rotten.

“Who brought this damned thing into my house?” Shinjuro’s question doesn’t require an answer, it’s already obvious. You try to turn tail and race into your room once he releases you, but you’ve been turned around and there’s no clear line to the exit. Senjuro reaches out to his father, trying to calm him.

“Aniue said it was ok so I just thought-“

“Kyojuro’s not your father is he?”

“N-no but-“

“Stop letting him act like he runs the fucking household. If he wants to be in charge he can get his own place.” Along with his cruel words his hands twist into fists. As an arm raises Senjuro shakes in anticipation.

You dart forward, nearly knocking the boy over. A strong fist collides with your forehead. You’ve been hit before, but you can’t remember a time a human had been able to hurt you this much.

Knocked off balance you’re happy enough to crouch to the ground. As the room comes back into focus another hand comes towards you. Lifted up harshly you’re face to face with the man. You’re hissing and spitting as you resist Shinjuro’s grip. Lying down and drinking had brought down the man’s physique, but shadows of muscle still remained. He clutches your hair in one hand. The minute you raise your claws he captures your wrists in the other. You try to gnash your teeth and aim yourself at his skin, but you can’t get near him. The best you could do now was lash out with your legs.

Twisting like a serpent you tried to loosen his grip. Senjuro was crying as he pulled on your clothing, trying his best to free you in his own way.

You’re only dropped when a door at the front of the house softly opens and shuts. The noise is barely perceptible to human ears, but Shinjuro still senses it. The moment he pushes you to the ground the man is quick to disappear back into his room.

Senjuro dashes to your side. At the moment you curl into yourself. The bruises around your wrists are already fading but your muscles are stiff when you move.

The boy clutches onto your body like you might be dying. Currently you’re not inclined to brush away his tears though you wish they’d stop.

“What happened here?” For once Kyojuro’s voice isn’t obnoxiously chipper or filled with disgust. There’s a genuine tone that you’ve never heard before. You still don’t bother to glance his way, trying to find comfort on the hard ground.

“F-father he um, he was being mean again and when he tried to grab me they got into a fight.” His voice is still thick with emotion as he crouches over you.

“Oh.” Kyojuro’s surprised. It’s silent for a quick second. “Well are you ok?”

“Aniue! I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” His arms grab your torso and try to lift you. With shaky arms you attempt to help him. There’s no reason you should be in such a weak state, perhaps after being pampered for a bit you’ve lost touch with what it’s like to be beast.

When the eldest is quick to scoop you up you’re at least well enough to let a quiet growl leap out from the back of your throat. You don’t move however. It’d be awful to get dumped on floor again and Kyojuro’s body is very warm against your side.

That doesn’t change the fact that the minute he sets you down into your room you run for your sheets. Hiding beneath them you try to peek without being caught. The worry is worthless because Rengoku has already disappeared and Senjuro is in his place.

He hand feeds you chunks of fancy meat, you think it’s cow, and pets your hair while you try not to fall asleep. The boy is whispering all kinds of praises that melt into one another but the culmination of all of them buzzes under your skin. Senjuro is often quick to praise but you’ve never felt as if it’s been truly earned.

—-

The next day Kyojuro approaches your room (willingly) again. Senjuro is already is his typical spot while you hide in the corner.

You’re surprised, but not enough to move. Glancing up with tired eyes you watch him go towards his brother.

“How come you took them out of the room?”

“I- Aniue! I said I was sorry.”

“I know, I’m not mad or anything ok? You just gotta tell me what’s going on.”

You stick your head out of your bed to listen. Kyojuro gives you a curious glance before looking away.

“Um, Muichiro-kun said it’s good to involve demons with their feedings. It cultivates bonding. He said he saw it in an article online.”

The elder brother sighs deeply. “It shouldn’t have to be this way but I need you to ask me before you do things like this ok? I’m just looking out for you.”

“I’m sorry aniue.”

“Don’t be. I don’t- you shouldn’t have to be sorry. I’ll have a talk with father.”

“It won’t do anything,” he mumbles under his breath. Perhaps Senjuro is feeling especially bitter today.

Kyojuro frowns but can’t muster a response. His eyes sweep over the room before the man turns around to leave.

—-

It’s another day where Senjuro is gone but the eldest is still home. You can’t keep track of the days or form any sort of schedule, you just know this happens on occasion.

You creep out of your room early in the morning. Though you can rely on scent to lead you it’s not as good as simply knowing the space. Every few turns you convince yourself you’re passing something relatively familiar.

After minutes of wandering you pass the room that contains Rengoku. The door is open so you step inside, then back out, and then back in. You’re not sure how to grab his attention.

Turning around you leave, only to re-enter. This time you let your foot collide with the door. The small tapping noise grabs his attention. You try to resist the instinct to hide. For now you just slouch more and hold your arms to your chest.

“What do you want?” Kyojuro speaks normally for once. You could imagine him asking anyone the question.

Peeling back your lips you try to get your vocal chords to form the proper noises. Instead of words you push out a low grumble that leads into a whine. You try the action several times to imitate something he could understand.

Moving closer you attempt the noise once more. His face holds a confusing mix of emotions, still a bit of disgust hidden within the layers.

Bowing your head and rolling your shoulders you hope that body language could bridge the gap in his understanding.

“Are you saying sorry?” At the question you look up and nod eagerly. Your face can’t form a proper friendly smile, but the result is hopefully close enough. It’s silly but a sense of accomplishment washes over you.

The man smiles back (his is warm and honest, painted with a touch of surprise). “Oh, well, thank you I suppose.”

A beat of silence. You wouldn’t be able to respond with anything other than more primal calls.

“And you do a good job of taking care of Senjuro. I’m glad someone is here for him when I’m gone.”

Ignoring the underlying bitterness (jealousy? blame?) you nod once more. As your head bows a sneaky hand rises to pet it. Kyojuro only taps your hair once or twice beneath turning and returning to his work.

Pleased you make sure there’s nothing remaining before running back to your room.

[doumadono]

Warnings: original female character, smut, cunnilingus, unprotected p in v, mentions of alcohol abuse, creampie, pregnancy, graphic descriptions of violance, labour

Synopsis: after everything she'd been through, Hoshiko developed feelings for her former abuser, Shinjuro, leading to an on-and-off relationship. Eventually, Hoshiko discovered she was pregnant. When she told Shinjuro, they went through a heated argument. Little did he know, it was the last time he would see Hoshiko alive

A/N: this original story was commissioned by my lovely @serenesaku on my Ko-fi page. Thank you once again for trusting me with your request ♥

DEMON SLAYER KO-FI COMMISSIONS CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2 - THE CONFRONTATION

Hoshiko lay on the futon, her breath hitching as Shinjuro's rough hands roamed over her body. She shivered at his touch, her skin tingling with anticipation. 

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight casting flickering shadows on the walls. 

The weight of the world outside seemed to melt away as his rough, calloused fingers traced gentle patterns along her skin. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world stood still. 

Shinjuro's gaze was intense. He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Hoshiko," he murmured, his voice a gravelly whisper that sent shivers down her spine. Shinjuro leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. His hands roamed her body, exploring the familiar terrain with a renewed sense of urgency.

She responded with a soft moan, her fingers tangling in his fiery hair as she pulled him closer. 

Their lips met in a searing kiss, a desperate melding of mouths that spoke of unspoken longing and a need for connection. 

He began to run his hands over her body, each touch igniting her skin before his lips followed in their wake. He kissed and licked his way down her chin, neck, and shoulders, savoring every inch. His mouth finally closed around her nipples, one after the other, and he felt them harden under his tongue as he sucked and nibbled on them. 

Her soft moans filled the room.

Reluctantly leaving her nipples, his hands and mouth continued their journey downwards, tracing over her belly and down to her mound and inner thighs.

Hoshiko parted her legs further and pulled up her knees, allowing her labia to open. Her tiny slit glistened with slick arousal, and the musk of her arousal filled the air.

Shinjuro pushed his tongue repeatedly into her eager pussy. He drank in her juices, mingling them with his own saliva to make her pussy soaking wet. Then he moved up a little and ravished her clitoris with his tongue, lips, and teeth.

A long, shuddering orgasm overtook her soon, and she cried out his name. "Shinjuro! Fuck me now, please, fuck me," she pleaded, tears sliding down her face. 

Rengoku positioned his mushroom cockhead at her entrance, sliding it up and down to coat himself in her juices that were almost dripping from her; she was wet beyond comprehension.

As he began to enter her, Hoshiko lifted her hips to meet him, eager to have him inside her velvety pussy. With each long, sensual thrust, she took him deeper, until he was fully enveloped in her hot, tight cunny. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels pressing against his back, and pulled him tightly into her with her hands. 

Their mouths met in a fervent kiss, and she could taste herself on his tongue and lips as he began to thrust steadily into her pussy.

They moved together in a rhythm, fucking steadily for long minutes. They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm that was both passionate and tender.

The room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, the soft moans and gasps, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. 

Shinjuro's hands gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. Shinjuro's lips left a trail of fiery kisses down her neck, his stubble rough against her sensitive skin. 

The futon creaked beneath them, the sound mingling with their ragged breaths and the occasional gasp or moan.

Time seemed to blur, the minutes stretching into an eternity as they sought to lose themselves in each other. 

“That’s it, baby, you’re taking me so well,” he praised.

Hoshiko's body trembled with each wave of pleasure that coursed through her, her mind a haze of sensation and emotion. She was vaguely aware of Shinjuro's whispered words of encouragement, his voice a soothing balm to her fractured soul.

“You’re doing oh so well, little one,” Rengoku growled next to her ear. “You’re dripping wet for me.”

Hoshiko arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he explored her body. “More,” she demanded, “I need more.” Hoshiko felt her second orgasm building deep inside, her breaths coming hard and fast. The Hashira felt herself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, her entire being focused on the man above her and the connection they shared.

Shinjuro was struggling to hold back his climax, determined not to let go until she was ready. He responded with a low, guttural sound, his pace quickening as he drove his cock deeper into her, the tip of his heavy cock kissing her cervix with every thrust he made.

"Oh, God," she cried out, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm going to cum, Shin… Fuck, oh fuck, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Her body jerked and writhed in ecstasy as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave.

Shinjuro's hands gripped her hips with a possessive strength, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered her name over and over, like a mantra. 

With a final, desperate thrust, Shinjuro let out a roar that seemed to reverberate through the room. "That’s it, baby girl, cum for daddy," growled Shinjuro through gritted teeth, as his own unstoppable climax arrived. He unleashed huge spurts of his hot, thick semen into her, their bodies locked together in a final, intense moment of shared pleasure.

Hoshiko cried out, her body convulsing around him, her orgasm washing over her in waves of pure ecstasy.

For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in sync. They stayed like that for a while, savoring the closeness, the intimacy that had blossomed between them. It was a bond forged through shared pain and mutual healing, a love that had grown from the ashes of their pasts.

His warm body draped over hers, a protective cocoon that shielded her from the harshness of the outside world. 

She felt his heartbeat against her chest, a steady rhythm that matched the calming cadence of her own. 

In that moment, it didn't matter that their bond had been forged in the fires of trauma and pain. What mattered was the connection they shared, a fragile yet unbreakable thread that bound them together.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the night as she absent-mindedly traced patterns over his chest.

Shinjuro lifted his head, his eyes softening as he looked down at her. "For?" he asked, his voice rough yet gentle.

"For being here," she replied, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "For everything."

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering as if to imprint the moment into his memory. "Always," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. 

As they lay together in the aftermath of their passion, the room filled with a sense of peace that had been absent for far too long. In each other's arms, they found a refuge from the storms of life, a sanctuary where they could be their true selves without fear or judgment. And in that quiet, sacred space, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united by a bond that transcended the pain of the past and the uncertainties of the future.

Hoshiko's footsteps echoed softly against the polished wooden floors of the Butterfly Mansion as she made her way down the corridor. 

The air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, mingling with the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms that always seemed to linger in the halls. 

Normally, Hoshiko found solace in the tranquil atmosphere of the mansion, a place of healing and respite for the injured demon slayers. But today, an uneasy knot twisted in her stomach.

She had come for a routine checkup, a precautionary measure after a particularly grueling mission. Shinobu, the ever-competent and enigmatic head of the mansion, had insisted on it. 

Hoshiko trusted Shinobu implicitly, but there was something about her demeanor today that seemed different — more deliberate, more somber.

As they reached the examination room, Shinobu motioned for Hoshiko to take a seat on the sterile, white examination table. 

The room was stark and cold, a sharp contrast to the warm spring day outside. 

Hoshiko obeyed, trying to ignore the chill that seeped through her thin hospital gown. 

Shinobu’s expression was inscrutable as she began her routine checkup, her gloved hands moving with practiced precision.

But as the examination progressed, Hoshiko couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Shinobu’s movements seemed more deliberate, her gaze lingering a fraction longer than usual on certain areas of Hoshiko’s body. Each touch felt like an intrusion, a violation of her fragile sense of security.

As the examination drew to a close, Hoshiko couldn’t contain her unease any longer. “Shinobu, is everything alright? You seem… Concerned.”

Shinobu’s hand paused mid-motion, her eyes meeting Hoshiko’s with an intensity that made her breath catch. “Hoshiko, please follow me to the next room. There’s something we need to discuss.”

The knot in Hoshiko’s stomach tightened as she slid off the table and trailed behind Shinobu. 

They walked in silence to a smaller room, cluttered with medical equipment and shelves lined with vials and charts. This was where Shinobu collected and analyzed all her data. The room felt colder, more clinical, and the dread in Hoshiko’s chest grew into a palpable fear.

Shinobu gestured for Hoshiko to sit on a wooden chair beside a small desk, then took a seat across from her. She shuffled through some papers, her movements deliberate, almost hesitant. The silence stretched, oppressive and thick, until Hoshiko could bear it no longer.

“Shinobu, please… What's going on? Did you find something wrong with me?”

Shinobu’s gaze softened, but there was a shadow behind her eyes that Hoshiko couldn’t ignore. “Hoshiko, during the examination, I found something unexpected. You’re pregnant.”

The word hit Hoshiko like a physical blow. Pregnant. Her mind reeled, a cacophony of thoughts and fears crashing over her. “No, that can’t be right,” she stammered, shaking her head as if she could dispel the truth. “That’s impossible…”

“Hoshiko,” Shinobu’s voice was gentle yet firm, “the signs are unmistakable. You’re around twelve weeks along.”

Twelve weeks. The timeline collided with Hoshiko’s memories, her mind racing back to that night. The night when Shinjuro had cornered her, his breath reeking of alcohol, his hands rough and unyielding. She had fought, pleaded, but he had overpowered her, leaving her bruised and broken. The realization hit her with a nauseating clarity. The child was his.

“No,” she whispered, her voice cracking under the weight of her horror. 

Shinobu’s eyes were filled with understanding. “I’m so sorry, Hoshiko. I know this is difficult to hear.”

Hoshiko’s world began to spin, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The room felt like it was closing in on her, the walls pressing down with an unbearable weight. She tried to stand, but her legs gave out, and she collapsed back into the chair, her hands clutching at her stomach as if to rip away the life growing inside her.

In an instant, Shinobu was at her side. She knelt down beside Hoshiko, her eyes filled with concern and urgency. “Hoshiko, breathe. Focus on your breathing. In and out, slowly,” she instructed, her voice a steady anchor in the storm of Hoshiko’s panic.

Hoshiko tried to follow Shinobu’s guidance, but her chest felt like it was being squeezed in a vise. Each breath came in ragged gasps, her vision blurring with tears. Shinobu’s hands were gentle but firm as she placed them on Hoshiko’s shoulders, grounding her in the moment.

“Look at me, Hoshiko,” Shinobu said, her voice calm but insistent. “You’re safe here. Just breathe with me. In… and out. That’s it, slowly.”

Hoshiko’s eyes locked onto Shinobu’s, the unwavering steadiness in her gaze providing a lifeline. She forced herself to match Shinobu’s breathing, each inhale and exhale becoming a fraction more controlled.

“That’s it,” Shinobu encouraged softly. “Keep breathing. You’re doing great.”

Gradually, the spinning sensation began to subside, the room coming back into focus. Hoshiko’s breaths grew deeper, less frantic, though her hands still trembled where they clutched her stomach.

Shinobu didn’t move from her side, her presence a constant reassurance. “I know this is overwhelming,” she said gently. 

“Shinobu, what am I going to do?” she cried, tears streaming down her face. “I can’t… I can’t have this child.”

Hoshiko’s mind was a storm of emotions: rage, fear, despair. She felt tainted, her body no longer her own. The thought of Shinjuro’s child growing inside her made her skin crawl. She had been careful, so careful, and yet this cruel twist of fate had ensnared her in its merciless grip. “Why didn’t I realize sooner?” Hoshiko sobbed, her voice tinged with self-reproach. “I should have known…”

“Your body has been through a lot,” Shinobu said softly. “Sometimes, it takes time for the mind to catch up with what the body is experiencing, especially after trauma.”

Hoshiko’s tears fell onto her lap, each one a testament to her shattered sense of self. She had survived the physical wounds inflicted by Shinjuro, but this… this felt like a wound that would never heal. How could she bring a child into the world knowing its origins were steeped in violence and pain?

“I feel so lost…” Hoshiko looked up at Shinobu, searching for any flicker of hope in her eyes. But all she saw was the grim reality of her situation reflected back at her. The life she had painstakingly tried to rebuild now lay in ruins, the specter of Shinjuro’s cruelty casting a long, dark shadow over her future.

As the minutes ticked by, Hoshiko’s sobs subsided into a numb, hollow silence. She felt disconnected from her own body, as if it belonged to someone else. Someone who bore the burden of this nightmare, while she floated above, detached and empty.

“What are my options?” Hoshiko asked finally, her voice devoid of emotion.

Shinobu hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “You can choose to continue the pregnancy, and we will support you in every way possible. Or, if you feel it’s too much, there are medical procedures to terminate it. The decision is yours, and no one will judge you for whatever choice you make.”

Hoshiko nodded mechanically, the weight of the decision pressing down on her like an iron shroud. She couldn’t fathom bringing a child into the world under these circumstances, yet the thought of ending its life filled her with a different kind of dread.

“Can I have some time to think?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“Of course,” Shinobu said gently. “Take all the time you need. And remember, whatever you decide, we’re here for you.” Shinobu’s eyes, filled with both compassion and concern, searched Hoshiko’s face. “Hoshiko, there’s one more thing though,” she began softly, careful to keep her tone gentle, “I need to ask you something important and very private. Do you know who the father of the child is?”

Hoshiko’s body tensed at the question, her heart rate spiking once more. She averted her gaze, staring down at her trembling hands as if they could provide the answers she sought. The memories of that horrific night with Shinjuro flashed through her mind, and a wave of nausea threatened to overwhelm her.

“I…” Hoshiko’s voice faltered, her throat constricting. She swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising panic. “I can’t, Shinobu. I can’t say.”

Shinobu’s expression remained calm, though a flicker of worry passed through her eyes. She had seen many victims of trauma and knew the signs well. The reluctance, the fear — it all pointed to something deeply painful. “Hoshiko, you don’t have to face this alone. If there’s someone who has hurt you, we can help. But I need to know to ensure you’re safe.”

Hoshiko shook her head vigorously, tears spilling down her cheeks. “No, please. I can’t… I can’t talk about it.”

Shinobu nodded, respecting her friend’s boundaries. “Alright, Hoshiko. I won’t press you. But if you ever feel ready to talk about it, know that I’m here to listen without judgment.”

Hoshiko’s shoulders slumped in relief, though the burden she carried felt no lighter. The secret she held within her was a festering wound, but she couldn’t bear to expose it, not yet. Maybe not ever. She was afraid of the implications, afraid of how it might change everything.

Shinobu’s patience and understanding were unwavering. “For now, let’s focus on what we can do to help you feel better,” she suggested. “I want you to stay here at the Butterfly Mansion for at least another week.”

Hoshiko looked up, confusion and worry etched across her tear-streaked face. “Why? What for?”

Shinobu’s gaze was steady and reassuring. “I want to prepare some medication to help with your nausea and to conduct more thorough research to ensure both you and the child are healthy. This is a critical time for you, and I want to make sure you receive the best care possible.”

Hoshiko’s initial reaction was to refuse. The idea of staying longer in a place that now felt so foreign, so filled with her darkest fears, was overwhelming. But as she looked into Shinobu’s eyes, she saw only kindness and a sincere desire to help. “I… I don’t know if I can handle being here,” Hoshiko admitted, her voice trembling. “Everything feels so… Strange now.”

Shinobu’s expression softened even more. “I understand, Hoshiko, but you need rest, care, and support right now. The Butterfly Mansion is the best place for you to get that. We can keep an eye on your health, make sure you’re eating and sleeping properly, and provide any emotional support you need.”

Hoshiko hesitated, her mind a chaotic whirlpool of fear and uncertainty. But she knew Shinobu was right. She needed help, more than she could get on her own. The weight of the situation was too much to bear alone. “Okay,” Hashira whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’ll stay.”

Shinobu gave her a reassuring nod. “Thank you, Hoshiko.” 

The relief in Shinobu’s eyes was evident, and it gave Hoshiko a small measure of comfort. She took a deep, shaky breath, trying to steady herself.

“Now,” Shinobu continued, her tone practical yet caring, “I’ll have Aoi prepare a room for you. It will be quieter and more private, so you can rest without any disturbances. I’ll also start working on the medication for your nausea right away.”

“Thank you, Shinobu,” Akiyama said softly, her voice tinged with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. “I don’t know what I would do without you.” Hoshiko stood on unsteady legs, Shinobu’s hand steadying her. She felt like she was walking through a fog, each step heavy with the burden of her newfound reality. As she left the examination room and made her way through the silent halls of the Butterfly Mansion, the weight of the life growing inside her felt like a constant reminder of her violation, a relentless echo of Shinjuro’s cruelty.

Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the grounds. The gentle fluttering of butterflies seemed incongruous with the darkness that now enveloped Hoshiko’s heart. She walked aimlessly, the once-familiar paths now strange and foreboding.

Finding a secluded bench in the garden, she sank down, her hands cradling her stomach. The life inside her was a paradox, a symbol of both horror and potential. She felt an overwhelming sense of isolation, the world around her a distant and uncaring place.

Hoshiko’s mind churned with the gravity of her situation. She had survived so much already, but this… this felt insurmountable. How could she bring herself to make a choice that seemed to offer no solace, no escape from the nightmare that had ensnared her?

As the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Hoshiko sat in the darkness, her heart heavy with the burden of her fate. The future stretched out before her, a bleak and uncertain path, and she knew that whatever decision she made would shape the rest of her life. But for now, all she could do was sit in the silence, grappling with the grim reality that had descended upon her, and hope that somewhere in the shadows, she might find a glimmer of light.

Hoshiko's heart pounded with a fierce rhythm as she left the Butterfly Mansion, her mind a tumultuous storm of emotions. The revelation of her pregnancy had ignited a fire within her, a burning rage that she couldn't contain. As she made her way to the Rengoku estate, her steps quickened, driven by a mix of fury and desperation. 

The Rengoku estate loomed ahead, a silent testament to the family’s legacy. Hoshiko pushed through the gates, her mind a haze of anger and resolve. She marched up to the entrance, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Every step brought her closer to the confrontation she had been dreading and anticipating in equal measure.

Inside, the air was thick with tension as Hoshiko stormed through the halls, her destination clear in her mind. 

Hoshiko stormed into the dimly lit room, her eyes blazing with fury. 

Shinjuro, sitting at a low table with a bottle of sake glued to his hand, looked up with a raised eyebrow as she approached. The intensity in her gaze left no room for doubt — this was not a social visit.

"You!" she spat, her voice trembling with anger. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Shinjuro leaned back casually, swirling his sake. "Enlighten me, Hoshiko. What’s got your kimono in a twist this time?"

With a guttural cry, Hoshiko grasped the hem of his kimono, pulled him up and shoved Shinjuro against the wall, the impact rattling the wooden panels. 

The bottle of sake slipped from his hand, shattering on the floor. 

“You got me knocked up!” she screamed, her voice raw with a mixture of rage and anguish.

Shinjuro’s eyes widened in shock, the realization crashing over him like a tidal wave. “What are you talking about?” he slurred, trying to regain his balance.

Hoshiko’s hands shook with fury as she glared at him, her chest heaving. “The night you attacked me,” she spat, her voice trembling with emotion. "You forced yourself on me," she continued, her voice trembling but resolute. "You violated me, and now you're trying to walk away from the consequences?! When I’m pregnant with your child?!”

The words hung in the air, a heavy, undeniable truth. 

Shinjuro’s lips twitched into a wry smirk, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Well, well, isn't this a fine mess?" he drawled, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "And here I thought I was just good for a drink and a fight."

Hoshiko’s fists clenched at her sides, her anger barely contained. "This isn’t a joke, Shinjuro! Do you have any idea what this means?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, the smirk never leaving his face. "It means I’m more potent than I thought. Congratulations to me."

"Your flippant attitude isn’t helping!" she snapped, taking a step closer. "You need to take responsibility for this! Now I’m stuck with this nightmare because of you.”

Shinjuro’s expression hardened, though his tone remained wry. "Responsibility, huh? Never been much good at that. And I don’t plan on starting now."

Hoshiko’s eyes welled up with tears, her frustration and anger mixing with a deep sense of betrayal. "You can't just brush this off, Shinjuro. This is serious."

He sighed, the sarcasm slipping into something colder. "Serious or not, it’s not my problem. You should have known better." Hoshiko blinked, gasping as the weight of his words settled in. "I should have known better? You're the one who raped me, Shinjuro! Raped!" Her voice shook with anger and pain. "I didn't want to lay with you! You violated me!" She took a step closer, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and heartbreak. "And to think I still believed there was a good man beneath all that drunken facade. But you know what? You're nothing but a coward. You've always been a coward!"

The words were like a spark in a powder keg. 

Shinjuro’s expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity. “You little —” he began, his voice low and menacing. Before he could finish, his hand shot out, striking Hoshiko across the face. Even though he didn’t want to hit her.

The blow sent her stumbling backward, a sharp pain radiating through her cheek. But she didn’t falter. The fire of her anger flared brighter, giving her the strength to fight back. Without thinking, Hoshiko’s fist flew, connecting with Shinjuro’s jaw. The impact stunned him, his head snapping to the side. 

For a moment, they stood there, panting and glaring at each other, the air thick with animosity.

“You think you can hit me and get away with it?” Hoshiko shouted, her voice rising to a fever pitch. “You ruined my life, you drunken fucker!”

Shinjuro’s eyes blazed with fury as he lunged at her, his hand aiming for another strike. 

But Hoshiko was ready this time. She dodged, her reflexes sharpened by adrenaline, and struck back with a force that surprised even herself. Her fist collided with his ribcage, eliciting a grunt of pain from him.

The room echoed with their shouts, their anger and hurt clashing in a violent symphony. 

“You’re nothing but a drunk and a coward!” Hoshiko yelled, her voice breaking with the weight of her emotions. 

Shinjuro, fueled by his own rage and guilt, lashed out wildly. “You’re a fool, Hoshiko,” he snarled. "You really think being a Hashira makes you better than everyone else? Absolutely not!"

Their confrontation spiraled into a chaotic brawl, each blow a release of the pent-up emotions that had festered between them for far too long. The physical pain was nothing compared to the emotional scars they inflicted on each other with every word, every strike.

Finally, with a last, desperate shove, Hoshiko pushed Shinjuro away from her. She stood there, chest heaving, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with exhaustion and adrenaline. “I hate you,” she whispered, her voice raw and broken. “I hate what you’ve done to me.”

Shinjuro said nothing, the silence between them a chasm that could never be bridged.

Without another word, Hoshiko turned on her heel and fled the room, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls. She burst out of the estate, the cool night air hitting her like a wave of cold reality. She didn’t stop running until she was far from the Rengoku estate, her heart pounding with a mixture of relief and despair.

As she finally slowed, collapsing onto the ground, the weight of her actions crashed down on her. She had confronted her nightmare, faced the monster that had haunted her, and though she had fought back, the battle was far from over. The child growing inside her was a constant reminder of the pain and trauma she had endured. But in that moment, as she lay on the cold, hard ground, Hoshiko felt a flicker of something she hadn’t felt in a long time: a spark of resilience.

With a trembling hand, Hoshiko pushed herself up from the ground, each movement a testament to her strength and defiance. And as she set off into the night, a lone figure silhouetted against the darkness, she embraced the profound realization that within her dwelled the seed of hope, a radiant beacon amid the somber expanse of shadows.

Months later, after enduring a labor that felt like an eternity, Hoshiko finally gave birth to a beautiful son whom she named Takaya. The pain of childbirth had been excruciating, each contraction feeling like a relentless wave crashing over her, but the moment she held her precious baby in her arms, all the agony faded into insignificance.

Takaya was a surprise from the moment he entered the world. Unlike his half-brothers, Kyojuro and Senjuro, who were spitting images of their father, Takaya took after his mother. He had silver hair with red-gold endings, dark eyes that sparkled with curiosity, and features that bore a striking resemblance to Hoshiko herself. 

In the early days after Takaya's birth, Hoshiko found herself overwhelmed by the demands of motherhood. The sleepless nights, the constant crying, the relentless cycle of feeding and changing — it all felt like too much to bear. At times, she even found herself resenting the infant in her arms, unable to reconcile her love for him with the pain and turmoil he represented.

But she was not alone. 

Shinobu, her dear friend and confidante, was there every step of the way, offering a helping hand and a sympathetic ear. Shinobu instantly recognized the resemblance between Takaya and Shinjuro, but she never questioned it, never pushed Hoshiko to reveal her secret. Instead, she waited patiently for Hoshiko to find the strength to confide in her, knowing that it was a burden she would have to bear on her own terms. Concerned, Shinobu gently broached the subject, suggesting that Hoshiko might be experiencing some form of postpartum depression, even though Kocho knew there was something grimmer to the entire situation.

But Hoshiko brushed off her concerns, insisting that she was fine, that she just needed time to adjust. 

And so, Shinobu watched from the sidelines, offering support and assistance where she could, but never pushing Hoshiko to confront her feelings.

Then, one day, as Hoshiko was feeding Takaya, something remarkable happened. With a heavy heart, she cradled him in her arms, her movements mechanical as she went through the motions of motherhood. As she gently rubbed his tummy, Takaya's chubby hand reached out, catching one of her fingers in a surprisingly strong grip. He held on tightly, his tiny fingers wrapping around hers as if seeking comfort and reassurance. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as their eyes met — Hoshiko's widening in astonishment, Takaya's innocent gaze fixed on her face.

In that moment, she felt a surge of pure love wash over her — a love so powerful, so overwhelming, that it seemed to fill every corner of her being. It was a love she hadn't known she was capable of, a love for the baby boy she had carried beneath her heart for nine months.

And in that moment, all her doubts and fears melted away. She looked down at Takaya's peaceful face, his tiny features softened in sleep, and she knew that no matter what the future held, she would do whatever it took to protect him, to cherish him, to love him with all her heart.

For he was her son, her precious Takaya, and nothing in this world could ever change that.

From the moment Hoshiko confronted Shinjuro about her pregnancy, their relationship disintegrated like grains of sand slipping through clenched fists. Their argument had been fierce, filled with accusations and recriminations, and in the aftermath, Shinjuro had vanished from her life completely.

At first, Hoshiko felt a pang of regret, a fleeting sense of loss for the man she had once loved. But as the days turned into weeks and then months, that regret gave way to a deep-seated conviction. She didn't want her son to have a father like Shinjuro — a man who couldn't even gather himself, let alone be a responsible parent. She was determined to raise Takaya on her own, surrounded by love and support from those who truly cared for them. And though the absence of Shinjuro left a void in her heart, she knew that she was better off without him, focusing all her energy on providing a bright and nurturing future for her son. 

After leaving the Butterfly Mansion to return to her own house, Hoshiko and Takaya settled into their new life together. Despite the challenges of being a single mother, Hoshiko found solace and joy in the simple moments she shared with her son.

Their home became a sanctuary, a place filled with love and warmth, where Takaya could grow and thrive under his mother's watchful eye. And though they were alone, they were never truly lonely, for they were surrounded by friends who offered their support and companionship.

Shinobu was a constant presence in their lives, offering help and guidance whenever it was needed. Her gentle nature and unwavering kindness provided a sense of stability and comfort that Hoshiko cherished.

But they were not the only ones who visited. 

On occasion, they were joined by Mitsuri and other Hashiras, who had taken an interest in Takaya's well-being. Mitsuri, in particular, had a soft spot for children and would often bring gifts and treats for Takaya, much to his delight.

Their visits brought a sense of community and belonging to Hoshiko's home. And as she watched Takaya laugh and play with his newfound friends, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, surrounded by the love and support of those who cared for them most.

The Ubuyashiki mansion, nestled in the serene countryside, had always been a place of solace and strategy for the Demon Slayer Corps. 

But today, as the current Hashiras and seasoned demon slayers gathered, a heavy air of unease settled over the courtyard. The tranquil beauty of the mansion seemed at odds with the palpable tension among the warriors.

Shinjuro Rengoku, once a proud Flame Hashira, now a man burdened with the scars of battle and loss, stood among his peers. The years had not been kind to him, but his spirit remained unbroken. He had been summoned alongside the others by Kagaya Ubuyashiki, their leader, whose gentle demeanor hid the steel of a true strategist.

As they assembled, whispers filled the air, speculations about the reason for their urgent meeting. 

The sight of Kagaya, his calm yet sorrowful expression, silenced the murmurs. He sat gracefully, his voice carrying the weight of authority and compassion as he addressed his warriors. "A new, very powerful demon has been spotted in the surrounding area," Kagaya began, his tone grave. "Within just a few days, it has decimated nearly an entire village under one of the mountains."

A collective gasp rippled through the Hashiras. 

Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, her eyes wide with concern, stepped forward. "Do we know more about this demon, Oyakata-sama? Its origins or its strength?"

Kagaya's expression grew even more sorrowful, and he took a moment before answering. "Yes, Mitsuri. We do know more. This demon is unlike any we have faced before because Muzan has achieved something unprecedented. He has managed to turn one of our own into a demon."

The shock that followed was immediate and profound. Whispers turned into exclamations of disbelief, the Hashiras' faces reflecting a mix of horror, sadness, and betrayal. 

Shinjuro's heart sank, his fists clenching at his sides as he tried to process the gravity of the situation. The idea that one of their own could be corrupted by Muzan's malevolence was almost too much to bear. "Who?" The former Flame Hashira’s voice cut through the din, rough and demanding. "Who did Muzan turn?"

Kagaya's gaze met Shinjuro's, the pain in his eyes evident. "It was Akiyama Hoshiko."

Silence fell over the courtyard, the weight of the revelation pressing down on them all. 

Gyomei Himejima, the Stone Hashira, his usual stoic demeanor faltering, spoke up. "How could this happen?”

Kagaya shook his head, his expression one of deep sorrow. "We do not know the specifics. Hoshiko was on a solo mission when she disappeared. When she reappeared, it was as a demon, leading the attack on the village."

Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira, slammed his fist into his palm, his eyes blazing with fury. "We need to stop her. We can't let her continue to wreak havoc."

Mitsuri's eyes filled with tears, her voice trembling. "How do we do that? How do we fight someone who was once our friend, our comrade?"

Gyomei gripped his prayer beads tightly. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he bowed his head, murmuring a prayer. "Hoshiko's spirit must be in torment. We must find a way to save her, to free her from this cursed fate."

Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, let out a low growl, his fists clenching at his sides. "Damn that Muzan. Hoshiko was a strong-willed fighter.”

Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira, her face a mask of calm despite the turmoil inside, spoke with quiet determination. "Muzan's actions are unforgivable. We need to gather all the information we can about how he managed to turn Hoshiko. This could be crucial in preventing further losses."

Ubuyashiki let out a heavy sigh, "I understand your pain and anger. Hoshiko's fate is a tragic reminder of the lengths Muzan will go to achieve his goals. We must remain united and strong. Our mission is not just to stop the demon Hoshiko has become, but to honor the warrior and friend she once was."

The courtyard was filled with a heavy silence, each Hashira and demon slayer lost in their thoughts.

Shinjuro's heart sank as the reality of Kagaya's words settled over him like a suffocating shroud. Akiyama Hoshiko, a woman who had captured his heart in the most unexpected of circumstances, had been turned into a demon. The weight of it was almost unbearable, the guilt and sorrow intertwining in his chest.

Without a word, Shinjuro excused himself and walked away from the gathered Hashiras, his steps heavy. He needed a moment to process this, to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume him. Finding a secluded corner of the courtyard, he leaned against the wall, his mind racing with memories of Hoshiko. Despite the darkness he had brought into her life, she had always shown him kindness, and in turn, he had developed a deep affection for her.

As he stood there, lost in thought, the sound of small, hurried footsteps broke through his reverie. He turned his head to see a young boy, no older than five years, dart into the courtyard. The boy's eyes were wide with curiosity and worry, and he seemed to be searching for someone. Shinjuro watched, a faint sense of unease creeping over him.

The boy spotted Shinobu Kocho and ran to her, his small voice calling out, "Auntie!" 

Shinobu scooped the boy up in her arms, holding him close.

"Where's mama?" the boy asked, his voice laced with innocent concern.

Shinjuro's gaze locked onto the child, his heart pounding in his chest. The boy's eyes... He would recognize those eyes anywhere. Hoshiko's eyes. For a brief moment, the boy glanced at him, and Shinjuro felt a shock of recognition. No, it couldn't be true. It was impossible. Yet, the resemblance was undeniable.

He took a step forward, his voice barely a whisper. "Kocho... who is that boy?"

Shinobu, her expression a mix of sadness and understanding, looked at Shinjuro. "This is Akiyama Takaya. He's Hoshiko's son."

Shinjuro felt the ground shift beneath him, the revelation hitting him like a physical blow. His mind reeled with the implications. "Takaya..." Shinjuro repeated the name, his voice trembling. He looked at the boy again, his heart aching. "How... How long has he been with you?"

Shinobu sighed, holding Haruto a little tighter. "Since Hoshiko went missing. She left him in my care before she went on her last mission. She feared for his safety and wanted to ensure he was protected."

Shinobu, her expression a mix of sadness and understanding, looked at Shinjuro emphatically. 

At that moment, Shinjuro understood instantly. The boy was his son. The child had Hoshiko's eyes, but the red-golden endings in his hair were unmistakable. Shinjuro had a third son. He saw the confirmation in her eyes, but his mind demanded clarity. He looked at her questioningly, his gaze imploring her to confirm his thoughts.

Shinobu nodded silently, confirming all of his thoughts. 

Shinjuro's gaze lingered on Takaya, whose frail body rested against Shinobu's shoulder, his tiny hand clutching desperately at her sleeve. The boy's innocent face was etched with a weariness that no child should ever know, and the sight carved a deep wound into Shinjuro's already scarred heart. The air around them was thick with unspoken sorrow and an unbearable sense of loss.

He knew what he had to do. He had to find Hoshiko. He had to save her, but the gnawing truth in his soul told him that the only true salvation for her now lay in the release of death. Yet, how could he bring himself to extinguish the light of the woman he had fallen in love with?

"I will bring her back," Shinjuro vowed, his voice a low, menacing growl that echoed with a promise of both salvation and doom. "I will find her and bring her back. For him."

The words hung in the air, heavy with a grim finality. Deep down, Rengoku knew that to bring her back meant more than just saving her - it meant ending her torment in the only way left. The darkness that surrounded his vow was as inescapable as the fate he knew awaited Hoshiko.

[kurooandkenmasslut]

𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄... 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃.

𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐅!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warning!: contains mugen train spoilers! Character death, gore, blood, fluff, mention of alcohol (mentioned only a few times) & depression. This isn't accurate, so I used my own words and changed it a lot, so please understand. Two endings!

'...' ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴄ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴇʟғ ɪʟʟ ᴜsᴇ ɪᴛᴀʟɪᴄ sᴏ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ɢᴇᴛs ᴄᴏɴғᴜsᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ!! 💓

Sorry if there's any mistakes!

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You were the tenth hashira. The Wisteria Pillar to be exact. You were proposed to by Kyojuro Rengoku. And you were planning your wedding.

Kyojuro had been called for a mission, apprently, according to his crow, many people had been seen entering the train, but never coming back out. They had sent out demon slayers, but none of them came back either.

"(Name)! Do you wanna accompany me on a mission?" "Oh sure! When are we leaving?" "about hmm... Less than an hour, but I wanna visit Senjuro and my father before I leave! Do you also wanna come with me?" "Of course! Your brother is adorable!" you laughed and so did he.

After your short journey to the Flame estate, you caught sight of Senjuro outside, sweeping. "Hey Senjuro!" you yelled, making Senjuro look up and wave with a shy smile on his face. Kyojuro smiled at his younger brother's shyness. Senjuro then jumped in Kyojuro's arms and swung him playfully, making you all laugh.

"Do you two want something to eat? I was already making lunch for Father and I think I might have gone overboard with the cooking because I had so much food and I don't think he and I could eat it all by ourselves!" he said, scratching the nape of his neck in embarrassment, but you only grinned. "Of course! Your cooking is amazing, I don't think I could ever decline your cooking, Senjuro!" Kyojuro cheered, and you only nodded in agreement.

There was laughing, the crunching of the food, and the happy era in the room. "I'm going to say goodbye to Father before I go, be right back!" Kyojuro smiled. He walked confidently down the hallway where Shinjuro, His father's room door was in front of him. He knocked before waiting a few seconds and then walking in. Shinjuro was sitting out at the Engawa, a bottle of sake in his rough hands. Ever since his mother, Ruka, a loving mother who cared for her three boys, caught an untreatable illness and unfortunately passed away, leaving Shinjuro in a state of shock and rage, it seemed to keep his sadness at bay, had could drink them away.

That was until Kyojuro caught sight of the clock and immediately stood up. "it seems that (name) and I have to go unless we're gonna be late for the train!" he exclaimed playfully ruffling Senjuro's hair. He drank the rest of his water before setting it back on the table.

"wait! I'll walk you two to the gate!" and so he did. "Senjuro, lunch was lovely! I really hope sometime we get another chance to have some more time with you! You also need to tell me your recipe for that onigiri." You said, Senjuro blushing at the compliment and nodding confidently.

Kyojuro held your hand as you bid your goodbyes before Kyojuro and you ran to the station where the train sat. You merely made it in time as you and Kyojuro stepped onto the train.

You sat down and Kyojuro sat across from you, he sat with his arms crossed with a big smile on his face. You started to talk but was interrupted by a waiter on the train, asking if you wanted something to eat, to which you nodded and so did Kyojuro. It will be a long journey after all.

"Umai!" munch.. "Umai!" munch.. "is that really the flame hashira?" "he looks like an idiot." "inosuke! That's rude! And zenitsu, it is. He looks like an admirable person."

"u-um... Mr. Rengoku?" "Umai!" "Kyojuro! Someone is calling you! It's the boy with the demon sister!" You said, lightly hitting him on the arm to get his attention. He turned his head towards the three boys. "Ah yes! Kamado, my boy! Come sit here!" He grinned patting the seat next to him and Tanjiro nodded and sat next to him.

"Kyaaaaa!! A pretty lady is in the same place as meeee!! Can you please marry meee?! I don't wanna die alone!!!!" Zenitsu cried, clinging his arms around your waist. You looked away in awkwardness. You felt Kyojuros burning gaze on you, so you adverted your eyes to him, his smile dropped a bit, eyes looking stern.

Could he be.. Jealous? The thought made you laugh, and Kyojuro's stern face was replaced with happiness and love when he saw you laugh.

"That's my fiancé, Yellow boy." "WHAAATTT?! I... YOU... HOW?! EEEEHHHH!? NEZUKO-CHAN!! SAVE ME!!" "Zenitsu, stop it."

"Come and fight me!!" "Settle down now, pig boy." "I AM NOT A PIG!! I AM KING INOSUKE!" "You are so embarrassing Inosuke!" "Shut up monitsu!" You sighed and shoved the two boys onto a seat on their own, tired of their behaviour already.

Kyojuro and Tanjiro we're talking amongst themselves, something about breathing styles. While you looked over at the boys to check on them, but regretted it when you saw Inosuke trying to stick his head out the window and Zenitsu trying to hold him back, calling Tanjiro for help.

The ticket man came around looking for people's tickets. As he came to you, the once happy space had now become a dark, gloomy era. You noticed his appearance, he had very dark eye bags under his eyes, and his eyes were blank. You reluctantly gave him your ticket, your suspicion raising, and it seemed like Kyojuro had the same. You stared at the lively smile he gave the man, just admiring his beauty. It's funny how the other hashiras call you both 'love birds.'

The click of the ticket removed you from your trance. You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts that blasted through your head.

A few minutes passed and you felt sudden drowsiness, your eyes struggling to stay open. You thought it was weird, but didn't think much of it since you hadn't got much sleep in a while.

You opened your eyes only to be big green eyes starting back at you. Feeling a little frightened, you let out a squeal, before the person jumped up, but then you noticed it was the Love Hashira, Mitsuri Kanroji, also known as your best friend.

"(Name)! (Name)! Get up! Get up!" She squealed, shaking you by the shoulders a bit too hard. "Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong?! Is it a demon?!" You yelled, ready to get up and grab your sword to fight in your pajamas if you must. "It's your- a demon?! Are you silly?! Today is your big day!" "Mitsuri-Chan, I'll handle it." you heard a voice say, and Mitsuri stopped shaking you.

Shinobu Kocho, The insect Hashira, also known as your best friend, along with Mitsuri stepped out and helped you out of bed.

"What's happening?" You asked confusion on your face. "You're getting married to Rengoku-San, remember?" She asked, her thin eyebrows furrowing. You widened your eyes and started pacing around the room.

"but I need a dress! What ifidontlookgoodandhesaysnoatthevowsandrunsaway-" "(name)!"

After many almost mental breakdowns, you finally got your dress on, Suma and Makio & Hinatsuru Uzui worked on your makeup, and damn, they made you feel like a goddess. Mitsuri, Shinobu, Aoi, and the three butterfly girls worked on your dress compartment as your dress processes some errors while they fixed them. Nezuko popped up with small flowers in her hands, putting them into your hair beautifully. Kanao then came, placing a small butterfly clip in your hair. You then cooed, almost crying because of their cuteness.

But to your surprise, a familiar head peaked in, almost making you sob and ruin your makeup.

Your family passed a few years back, and you've just finally faced reality to accept it, but all the years you've survived without them, but as soon as you saw her face, you felt the need to be with them again.

"Oh my sweet baby... (Name)... You look gorgeous.. Oh my dear, don't cry!" Your mother cooed, smiling at your face.

The ladies then finished your look, which you squealed at and hugged them all. Mitsuri then had to hold back her tears, she felt so happy for you that she started crying, and soon enough, your mother joined in, claiming that you "grew up so fast."

𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞...

"Oh come on Kyojuro! Don't be so nervous, it'll be alright man." Tengen laughed at his best buddy's face. Kyojuro kept worrying about his hair, and constantly asking him if he looked alright, but tengen only laughed and nodded in response.

"Hisssss..." "Yeah, I wonder how Mitsuri looks as well. I'm she she'll be as stunning as always." "Are you talking to a... Snake? What the fuck." "Shut the fuck up Shinazugawa. Mind your own business." "Obanai, Shinazugawa. Do not fight on this special, holy day." "I agree. It's a special day for Rengoku-san and L/n-san." "Shut up Tomioka. Nobody asked for your opinion." "I simply said that do not fight on Rengoku and L/n's special day. There is no reason to get upset." "What the fuck? I'm out of here." Sanemi said, storming out of the room.

"Why am I here again..." "To celebrate Rengoku-san and L/n's wedding, Tokito." "What's a wedding... And who's Rengoku and L/n..." "Nevermind, Tokito. We must go now." "Go where?" "Just follow me, boy."

The flower girls were up, Which was the three butterfly triplets. Sumi, Naho, Kiyo throwing petals on the floor. Some people cooed at their cuteness.

It was time for you to walk up to your soon to be husband, holding your fathers arm as he smiled at you gently, he was a little emotional about today since his daughter was getting married, which made you giggle. It felt like a dream come true to you, honestly.

But then you finally looked up at him. He looked so, so, so good. His hair was in his usual, small ponytail, hair still on his shoulders, Swiftly blowing in the wind, You blushed. He looked at you, in shock, a warm blush complimenting his lovely face. He quickly came back to his loving smile, his hands getting a bit clammy, going over his vows in his head while trying to look at his soon to be wife. You noticed that his other two family members, Shinjuro, His father, and Senjuro, his sweet little brother looking at you with a gentle smile on his face, his eyes almost telling you run up there and say 'I do!'

Then you saw all the male hashiras by his side, Tengen, Gyomei, Obanai, Giyuu, Sanemi & Muichiro. Most of them looked like they didn't wanna be here, except Gyomei and Tengen, while sanemi looked at the bush at the side, giyuu staring into space, obanai staring at Mitsuri, wishing that it was him and her and Muichiro looking at the clouds, slowly floating past in the bright blue sky.

You finally made it to where Kyojuro was standing, your sandals making a small 'click' due to the added platform. (im trying to say heels but in a sadal way?)

While the priest was talking, you tried to quickly glance at the wedding setting but your (e/c) eyes caught something.

Your wedding setting plan was a lovely garden, greenery everywhere, ponds and lakes everywhere, flowers growing in the perfect spots.

But the thing that caught your eye was.. Someone was in the pond? It almost looked like you, but you ignored it, looking at your husband, thinking it was just your imagination.

You both then said your vows, making you giggle as yiu recall the times you spent together, leading up to this moment. He then said his vows, a smile on his face.

The priest then turned over to you.

"Miss L/n, do accept Mr Rengoku Kyojuro as your loving husband?" He asked you.

"I do."

"Mr Rengoku Kyojuro, do you accept Miss L/n as your loving wife?"

"I do!" Kyojyro said enthusiastically, making everyone laugh.

"Any objections?"

....... ....... .......

"You may kiss the bride." after he said that, kuojuro pounced. He grabbed your waist and leaned into your lips, you then wrapping your arms around his neck, screams and yells booming through the air. Screams mixed with Mitsuri and the girls and your parents and yells mixed with Tengen, Shinjuro and Senjuro.

After the kiss, he started twirling you around, laughing loudly, making you squeal in delight and shock.

"Why hello there, Mrs. Rengoku!" Kyojuro said and kissed your cheek. You booped his nose. "Hello there, Mr. Rengoku~!" "Okay, Okay we get it lovebirds."

Tengen then grabbed Kyojuro. "Mind if I take him for a bit?" "Nope! I don't mind!" You said, smiling and Tengen dragged him over somewhere.

You then saw fish jumping over at the pond, so you decided to take a closer look. You then kneeled on the grass, but made sure the dirt didn't stain your dress. You then looked at your reflection.

"This doesn't feel real.." you mumbled. You could of sworn that you were on the Mugen Train, sitting with Kyojuro and the Kamaboko Squad. As you thought you didn't realise a face starting back at you, but it wasnt just any face, it was your face. You jumped, today was feeling odd, and now this was feeling very strange.

You then realised that... You.. In the water, was trying to say something, so you looked closer to hear what you were saying, only for your arms to get your actual arms and pull you into the pond. Feeling panicked, you tried to swim back up but you held a deathly grip.

"WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" You screamed, bubbles forming around your mouth. You then disappeared somewhere into the water, making you feel even more uncomfortable.

'Wake up? Wake up? From what? From what?!'

"THE BRIDE HAS FALLEN INRO THE POND! SOOMEONE HELP HER! SHE ISNT COMING UP!" Someone screamed, and you felt a rush of hands trying to grip your arm, but no luck. You weren't thinking straight. 'Wake up? I'm so confused! Is this... All a dream?..'

"I'LL GET HER!!" Someone else yelled before you heard a big splash of water and someone pulling you up. As your head finally got above the water, you suddenly needed air, so you took big gasps of it.

The person who you recognized is your now husband, his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you okay my dear? You need to be more careful." Kyojuro mumbled and you nodded and hugged him. You were so confused, one moment you were on the Mugen Train and now your at your future wedding with Kyojuro? This has to be a dream.

You then excused yourself to the bathroom, looking yourself in the mirror, trying to process what just happened.

You then saw your blade in the corner, in your eyes, it's almost glimmering, as if it's the only thing you see in the room. You squinted your eyes and walked over to it. You picked it up, unsheathing the sword from the case.

Suddenly, multiple voices in your head started swarming in your head. Whispering and muttering "𝐂𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊." "𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊."

Panting, you hands shakily brought the sword up to your neck, closing your eyes shut.

'maybe, maybe, it will get me out of this dream, as much as I wanna stay, I have to get back to reality, especially since I'm vulnerable asleep.' she thought, you clenched the sword and screamed, swiping the sword against your neck.

Your body collapsed on the bathroom floor, unknown to you, someone heard your scream, and came rushing in, collapsing himself at the sight of your dead body on the floor.

But in reality however, you snapped your eyes open, and the first thing you see is some purple things on the train ceiling, making you jump and get into action, quickly slicing it. But to your surprise however, it was consuming the whole train, whatever it was. You noticed Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Nezuko and Kyojuro disappear, making you worry a bit.

You ran, slicing the purple guts that went into your way within a second. Slamming the door open with a bang, you saw your firey fiancee using his Flame breathing on a demon, making you sigh in relief. As you looked around, you noticed that everyone was asleep, so you suspected that the demon's ability was to make someone's dream come true and never wake again to the real world.

Kyojuro seemed to notice you after he finished the demon. "(Name)! It seems you have awoken, to my relief. Are you alright?!" He yelled and sped walked over to you, cradling your face in his hand, while his other on held his sword. You smiled and held the hand touching your face.

"I'm fine Kyojuro. Are you alright though?" You asked softly, wiping the small droplets from the demons blood on his face.

Kyojuro did his signature smile and kissed your cheek. "Of course I am! Now, let us defeat this demon and go home! I am looking forward to stay home with you after this is over! Do you wanna go to the festival after this actually? I promise it this time!" He said, the last time he said that he had to go to a mission when you two just got ready, making you sulk. You giggled and shook your head.

"I'll take care of the two cars while you take the other two!" Kyojuro yelled and you nodded, you two separating once again.

Soon enough, Tanjiro and the others defeated the main body of the demon, but after they did, the train tipped over, but none of the 200 passengers were killed. When the train tipped over, people's heavy luggage and belongings toppled over you, making you bang your head aggressively on the wall, making you fall unconscious with a bleeding head and some small bruises on your body.

When you opened your eyes again, your vision was hazy, seeing the moon shining down on you. Your ears started ringing and you closed your eyes as a headache started forming. When you opened your eyes again, you saw a pair of firey eyes starting back into yours, making you yelp, but realising it's Kyojuro's.

"Are you alright honey?" He asked softly getting on his knees and bandaging your head with the bandages from his haori.

You managed to mumble a 'yes'. But his warming presence didn't last long.

The mist and smoke from the train was still in the air, making it foggy, but you could somehow manage to spot a figure, aiming towards... Tanjiro?!

You tried getting up and aiming for the demon that was heading to tanjiro, but it seems Kyojuro had gotten to him first. The demon quickly recoiled, licking the blood of his arm as it regenerated in a blink of an eye. You wondered, why it regenerate so quickly? Not even a lower rank demon can regenerate that fast.

"Nice blade you got there." The demon spoke, opening his honey-coloured eyes. He had long eyelashes. You were shaken to the bone as you read his eyes. The writing in his eyes read...

Ʉ₱₱ɆⱤ₥ØØ₦ ₮ⱧⱤɆɆ

U..uppermoon three? Kyojuro was incredibly strong and fast, but this is uppermoon three, no human has survived him, ever. But you prayed that he would be okay.

"My name is Akaza, uppermoon three, what's yours?" "Rengoku Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira."

"Oh! A hashira? This is getting exciting! Not to mention, A flame hashira, I think I've killed a few!" Right after he said that, you could tell Kyojuro tensed, grabbing his sword in front of him more tighter, much after he did before.

Kyojuro saw Akaza's eyes flicker to you, so we started moving in front of you, blocking Akaza's vision of you.

"I assume she's a hashira aswell. You two sure look like the perfect couple, are you perhaps married?" Akaza asked, and Kyojuro tensed even more. If he didn't answer, it's only longer to get this over with.

"Yes, soon to be." "ah, I see." Kyojuro's eyes narrowed at him, gritting his teeth slightly. Akaza put his hands up in defence.

"don't you worry there bud. I don't eat or hurt women." That assured him, a bit, but that doesnt mean he'll go off guard when he comes close to you.

"Why don't you become a demon, Kyojuro? You look incredibly strong. Instead of having this one battle once, we could have it multiple times! That is, if you become a demon of course. You could train and live for a hundred years! No, two hundred years! You're strong enough to be an uppermoon, I can tell clearly. Now come on! Be a demon Kyojuro! Why live in this human form when you can be a demon and live forever?!"

"Because dying is life. It happens to all of us, you must treasure life before it ends. And that's what i'm gonna do. I have friends, and I've got family waiting for me home, and I have my soon-to-be wife fighting along side me, battling evil creatures like you. So, I decline your offer. If I die tonight, I will be remembered as a human who refuses to be a demon!" He yelled, getting passionate and angryier by the minute, making Akaza smirk and get in position.

Akaza dug his feet onto the ground, making it crack and break under him as he muttered his blood demon art.

"Technique development... Destructive Death: Compass Needle!" Akaza yelled, a snowflake shape under him, running straight and fast at Kyojuro.

And so, the battle began. You could hear the clashes of Kyojuros sword and the grunts coming out of his mouth. You narrowed your eyes, starting to get up, and it seems Tanjiro had the same idea.

"Kamado, (Name)! Don't get up! Your wounds will reopen and there is a high- chance of you bleeding to death! Let me handle this!" He yelled, focused on the battle before him. You looked at your surroundings. Zenitsu was lying there, unconscious, and you hoped it would stay that way, he was a very emotional boy and if he found out the situation he was in, he would start panicking and screaming, making your headache worse.

Tanjiro looked lost, he didn't know what to do. He didn't know if he should listen to Kyojuro, or if he should help him. I put my hand on his shoulder, giving him the best reassuringly smile you could pull, giving him a look 'leave him be.'

You heard Inosuke in the distance, yelling something about the ticket man under the train. Apparently, the man had stabbed Tanjiro with some sort of weapon. You knew he looked suspicious. Tanjiro replied, telling him to help him, Inosuke grunting and grumbling in response.

Your (e/c) eyes followed the fight again, trying to make out the figures. You head loud clashing of swords, making your eyebrows furrow as worry had made onto your features. You clenched your hand around the hilt of your sword, if Kyojuro ever turned his head and gave you the go ahead to join in, but he never did.

The sounds stopped and you heard Kyojuro panting. Your eyes managed to look to his face, blood was dripping down his mouth, blood dripping onto his forehead, and he seems to have crushed his eye badly. You quietly gasped at his wounds, feeling the urge to run at him and take him away, before he got killed. But you knew better. Kyojuro never, never, ever, ran away from his missions, nor the scariest demon, he always fight back, never backing down. He would never run away.

"Kyojuro! Become a demon! You are in the verge of dying, if you become a demon now, you will be healed within a blink of an eye! Don't go dying now! That's pathetic!" Akaza yelled, veins popping out of his face.

"I... I refuse... I refuse to become a demon! I would never... Become murderer, killer, ugly creature like you!" Kyojuro yelled, blood dripping down on the right side of his face now. The more blood he shed, the more you worried. The attacks never stopped, the two never stopped for a moment.

"let's fight more. Don't die on me, Kyojuro!" Akaza yelled, now frowning as Kyojuro's blood dripped onto the ground.

The two were a few meters apart, and Kyojuro was panting. He then pushed his foot back, the dust lifting from the movement.

It was as if his body lit into flames, his haori was blowing in the wind. The flames stopped, and Kyojuro swung his sword over his shoulder, his two hands on his sword.

"Set your heart ablaze, go beyond your limits."

"I will fulfil my duty! I will not let anyone here die!" He yelled, his eyes bursting with flames, determined to finish him. His face was covered in blood, yet, he still wore his signature smile. You only wished for him to be okay.

"Flame breathing... Esoteric Art!" He yelled, his thick eyebrows furrowing in anger and focusing on Akaza, his smiling dropping for once. Kyojuro's sword lit up in flames. Akaza seemed shaken and had a look of disbelief on his face.

"what a tremendous fighting spirit!" Akaza gasped, giving his evil and mischievous smile.

"You have to become a demon after all, Kyojuro!" Akaza grit his teeth in excitement.

Tanjiro looked at you worriedly, clutching your hand to bring you some sort of comfort.

"𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.. 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌... 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔!" Kyojuro cried out, grasping his sword tighter then he did. The ground shook underneath him, and he lunged at Akaza, who was wearing a smile. He preformed his blood demon art, and the two collided.

You could hear yelling, blood gushing, Akaza's laughing, the both of them yelling. You covered your mouth, as you hoped for the best. A cloud of dust formed everywhere, and ground stilled.

The dust was fading away, slowly uncovering the scene before you.

The sight was the sight you never wanted to see in your life. All you wanted was to go home, hand-in-hand with your lover, not scratch on him and prepare your upcoming wedding. Was that too much to ask for?

Akaza's arm... Was impaled in Kyojuro's stomach. Blood dripped from Kyojuro's mouth, his white teeth stained with his own red blood.

You gasped, your whole body shook, your brain went blank, and big salty tears were already sliding down your face. Your voice was stuck in your throat, only sounds of disbelief and sadness groans coming out. Tanjiro grasped at the dirt beneath him, struggling to get up. Inosuke stood there, baffled at the scene before him, he didn't know what to do.

"Say that you'll become a demon Kyojuro!" Akaza shouted, his arm and the gashes had already regenerated while Kyojuro's was permanent.

Before Akaza spoke another word, Kyojuro gritted his teeth and aimed his sword at Akaza's neck. The demon groaned out in pain as Kyojuro dig his sword deeper into his neck, yelling in fury.

Akaza got his other hand and aimed it at Kyojuro's face, but luckily, Kyojuro stopped it with his other hand.

'he stopped it?!' Akaza thought, his eyes bulging in anger.

The veins popping out of their heads. They both screamed out in pain, and anger. Kyojuro digging his sword deeper while Akaza still had his hand in his stomach and trying to fight off Kyojuro.

'Damn! It'll be daybreak soon! I have to kill him and get out of here! I have to get out of here!'

"Out of my way!!" Akaza shouted, ripping his hand out of Kyojuro's grip and tearing out his hand from his stomach, leaving his sword stuck in his neck and hands ripped off him.

'I have to find refuge from the sunlight!' Akaza thought, fleeing from the sun and into the dark forest. Tanjiro was quick to get up and follow him.

"Tanjiro!"

He unshealted his sword, using his breathing to throw it at the pink-haired demon deep in the back.

"don't run away, you coward! Don't run away!"

'i'm not running from you, im running from the sun!'

"don't run away, you bastard! You bastard! You coward!" Tanjiro cried out, tears running down his cheeks. Your vision was blurry and you were unable to move. But you eventually wanted, no, needed to go to Kyojuro.

"Kyojuro!!" You screamed, wobbling over to him. You felt heartbroken that you lost most of your strength, almost like a half of you is fading.

Tanjiro limped over to you two as tears came down his face.

"Kamado, my young boy. I have high hopes for you and and your sister, I wish you two well. I hope that your sister turns human soon. The breathings we were talking about... I believe my father has a book of the type of breathing you seek. Go to the Rengoku residence, I'm sure my brother can guide you. Remember, set your heart ablaze, go beyond your limits. I believe in you." He managed to murmur out, turning his gaze to you.

"Ah, (name)... I'm.. I'm sorry. I wasn't able to make you happy, I wasn't able to make you my wife in time. I love you so, so much. After I die, I want you to never forget me, but... Find love... In another person.. I don't want you crying over my death..." "Kyojuro..." "(Name), Make sure father is okay, don't let him drink too much, and comfort Senjuro. He's too young to experience this.. I love you. I must see my mother soon...I... I think I see her... I don't think it's possible for me to live, again, i'm... Sorry. It was not... Meant to be this way." He said, whispering the last part as his life was being taken, slowly in front of your eyes.

He began to look behind you and Tanjiro, his eyes widening, and his mouth curling onto a smile. He must of seen his mother.

"Kyojuro... I love you so much, don't ever forget that, 𝐦𝐲... 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐭𝐨-𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝."

"I love you too, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐭𝐨-𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞."

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"Good morning Kyojuro... It's a lovely morning, isn't it? I'm sure you would love it as much as I love it. We miss you, honey. I miss you. Maybe in another life, we could have our happy ending. I guess fate just didn't wish for us to be together." You murmured, placing flowers on the grave.

"Shinjuro-san has changed after what had happened, he has stopped his drinking habits and has opened up to me a little. Senjuro-san is also starting to heal, but very slowly. He misses you very much, my love. Tanjiro-kun and the others are working very hard. They are currently staying at the butterfly estate."

"I don't know how much I can take without being with you. I haven't taken my ring off at all. Everything has reminded me of you, Kyojuro." You weeped, covering your face.

"𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 ����𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞."

"I love you too, My husband."

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐖𝐎!

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"Kyojuro! I..i'll help you!" You yelled and Kyojuro widened his eyes. You were one of the fastest hashira. Trying your best not to hurt him, you carried Kyojuro in your arms while you yelled at Tanjiro on what to do.

"Tanjiro-Kun! I'll get Kyojuro to help! Make sure you and everyone else is safe and check for any injuries!" You yelled, focusing on getting Kyojuro the medical help. You knew the kakushi's would come eventually, but by that time, it would be too late. So your legs sped faster then ever.

You went to the nearest hospital in the town. People stared at you weirdly. First, the man is in the woman's arms and second, Kyojuro is on the verge of death, and third, you both have swords. But did you care? Of course not, you only cared about Kyojuro.

Luckily, the best doctors there were available and got to work immediately. You sent your crow to the group of boys to see what's happening on their end. Kakushi's probably landed by now.

You sat in the waiting room, waiting for the white door to be opened. You didn't even have to appetite to eat and your leg constantly jumped on nervousment. Due to the nevousment and the lack of sleep you've gotten, you eventually fell asleep in the uncomfortable chair.

"Miss? Ma'am? Can you wake up please?" The nurse spoke, shaking you softly. You blinked your eyes opened repeatedly, still half asleep. You wanted to go to sleep, closing your eyes again in tiredness.

Realizing your surroundings and why your here, you shot up.

"K-Kyojuro! Is he okay? Is my husband okay?!" "Oh uhm, yes Mrs, He is okay. His eye got crushed, so we wrapped bandages around the eye. His ribs and fingers are broken. And obviously, the hole in his abdomen was deep. It might take a long time to fully heal. You are lucky you got here fast enough, or else we couldn't have saved him."

"M-May I see him?" "You may. He is currently resting and I may inform you not to wake him up. He had struggled not sleeping next to 'Y/n' he said." your eyes softened at what she said. Oh, how you adore him.

You sped to his door, not bothering knocking in case he'd wake up. The state he was in, was bad. He was covered in bandages all over, especially his abdomen.

You couldn't help yourself as tears pushed their way through your eyes, now rolling your face. Limping over to his form, you crawled in beside him, careful not to touch any of his injuries. He looked so peaceful sleeping. He was like an angel sent from heaven just for you. He was your sun, he was your life. He was everything to you, for you. He was like the other half of you, if he ever passed, you would feel empty, broken.

You touched his face, looking at his closed eye. You kissed every part of his face, a little happy that he still has a chance with him.

His body shuffled a bit, making you jump and a bit worried since you weren't supposed to wake him up.

His only eye opened, adjusting to the room. He felt another presence beside him, so he looked next to him.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

What... What am I doing here? What happened... All I remember is... Fighting Akaza, the pain of my injuries, the pain in my abdomen... Am I... Dead? Will I get to meet mother again? No... I left Father... Senjuro... Y/n... I never got to forfil my promise of marrying you and making you happy.

No, I am not dead, I still feel the pain... Over my body, my fingers, my abdomen... Then who is next to me?

I look over to my left, only to see my lover lying next to me.

"Y-Y-" "Shh my love. Don't waste your breath. Please rest. I wasn't supposed to wake you up. I love you, my love."

Did she... Save me? I... Survived..? All thanks to her... My lover... If I haven't loved her enough, I love her more than ever.

I nodded and she wrapped her arms around my neck since my body was full of cuts, bruises and broken bones. I was comfortable in her arms, I always have been, forever.

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After a few months, I healed, except the hole in my abdomen hasn't healed fully. I go to Kocho's butterfly manor for checkup's now.

My wedding with Y/n is tomorrow. I have my suit ready. I am very happy to get married to my lover and I'm glad that I could be her husband. We don't want anything to happen to each other. I have retired from being the Flame Hashira, and she continues to be The Wisteria Hashira.

My father and Senjuro were happy to see me, but a sad that I was on the verge of death. Shinjuro has treated me, Senjuro and Y/n better and has stopped his drinking habits, thankfully.

I'm glad Father has gone back to his old ways, back to caring about us again. I understand that he was emotionally and physically upset about my Mother's death, but drinking alcohol is not gonna help in any way.

Tomorrow came and I was nervous. I mean, what if I mess up? What if she has her doubts? What if she says no? What if- no. I shouldn't think like this. She's gonna say yes and I know it.

The male hashiras and friends, Tengen, Shinazugawa, Obanai, Gyomei, Muichiro, Giyuu, Kamado, yellow boy and Boar boy.

"Oi dude! I need to fix your hair!"

"My hair? I-Is something wrong with it?!"

"Yeah. I need to put flashiness into it!" tengen said, pointing to something.

"...Tengen. We are not putting glitter in my hair. I'm getting married, not being a gliterbomb."

"Psh, whatever. Kyojuro, there's a stain on your ass! Did you shit yourself?!"

"WHAT?! I- HOW?-"

"HAHAHA! YOU SHOULD IF SEEN YOUR FACE!"

"TENGEN! YOU BETTER NOT BE MESSING AROUND WITH KYOJURO!"

".... I'm not Makio! I swear!"

Makio quickly opened the door, grabbing Tengen by the ear, and dragging him out. Hinatsuru and Suma only giggled before heading to (Name)'s room.

I only shook my head. Tengen was not helping. Tanjiro and the two boys then spoke up.

"Rengoku-san, You look amazing! I hope the wedding goes as plan. Y/n-san is very lucky to have you. You two look like the very best couple!" Tanjiro said, giving a closed eye smile. I smile back with enthusiasm, even though the nevousment is still bubbling in my stomach.

"Thank you, Kamado!"

"WHERE'S THE FOOD?! ARE THERE ANY DEMONS?!"

"INOSUKE! PUT YOUR SWORDS AWAY! AND PUT ON YOUR GODDAMN SHIRT!"

"Erm, ew, no. I am not putting on the suffocating killer of a thing."

"TANJIRO!!"

Tanjiro's sweat dropped, while I smiled at the scene. The boar boy sure knew how to make noise. Tanjiro then said a goodbye, shoving the two out the sorry, yelling a 'sorry' as I didn't hear him mutter a sorry the first time.

Senjuro then came in, smiling up at me. He was growing! His head was about to my shoulders! I then ruffled his head.

"Brother! You look good. I'm sure Y/N thinks so when she sees you too!"

"Haha! Thank you Senjuro! I am quite nervous! I hope everything goes as planned." I say, giving a smile down at him. My father then came in, putting his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm proud of you son. Remember, I want some grandchildren as well." He winked and my face heated up at what he said.

"I will ask Y/N on how she thinks on that idea! We will only go at her pace!" My father only laughed, tugging Senjuro softly.

"Well, Me and Senjuro are gonna get into place. After all, I am walking Y/n down the aisle. We don't wanna be late, do we Senjuro?"

"Nope!"

"Well then, I'll see you later, Kyojuro." "Okay!"

Looking at myself in the mirror, I wonder how she's feeling right now...

𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I am so nervous! Mitsuri and Shinobu did a wonderful job, as well as the butterfly ladies and the Uzui ladies. Only this time, my family wasn't here. But I've learned to accept that. I'm sure they're cheering me on, even if it's from above. Shinjuro-san is walking me down the aisle. He was like a father figure to me, apart from Master of course. His illness has gotten worse, so he unfortunately couldn't come. He sends his blessings and his apologies.

"Thank you guys. I love you guys so much. Thank you for doing this all for me!"

"WAHHH! Y/N-CHAN!! I LOVE YOU TOO!"

"Now now now, Mitsuri-chan, we wouldn't wanna ruin your makeup now would we?~"

"N-no..."

"well then. I'm gonna get back to Tomioka-san while Mitsuri-chan goes with Iguro-san. It's almost time for you to walk down, Y/n-chan. We'll be right here for you. I'll be right next to you, okay?"

"O-Okay!" You stuttered, trying to be confident. My palms were sweating.

It was time to walk down.

The scenery was beautiful, flowers decorated the place. While you and Kyojuro were friends, you two discovered a lovely waterfall on a mission, it was actually the same waterfall place where he confessed his love. Kyojuro and you thought it would be amazing to have the wedding here.

(ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘɪᴄ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ)

Flowers were everywhere, which you loved. When you were walking, you noticed all of your friends and the people you call family, noticed you walking, standing up. You saw Shinjuro, hooking your arms with his.

He then leaned in close in your ear, whispering that you look beautiful, which you replied with a thank you.

Looking up at Kyojuro's face, you noticed his pink tainted cheeks, and the loving smile he always gave you.

Tengen looked at Kyojuro's face with a smug smile, sanemi looking bored, thinking he could slay over 100 demons in this moment. Giyuu had a small smile, aswell as Gyomei. Muichiro snatched one of the flowers, staring at the flower, no thought behind his eyes.

Tanjiro smiled at the two of you, Inosuke was busing himself with food, the crumbs sticking onto his face. Zenitsu having love hearts in his eyes while staring at Nezuko, aswell as obanai. He gave you a few looks, but moving his different coloured eyes to Mitsuri lovingly. As if it was their wedding.

Mitsuri wore a big smile and blushed, Shinobu kept her small smile, as well as Kanao and Aoi. Nezuko smiled behind her muzzle. Suma was covering her mouth, trying to prevent her from squealing, Makio had her hands on her hips, smiling while Hinatsuru kept her hand on her wrist, smiling gently.

Making it up to where Kyojuro stood and letting go of Shinjuro's arm, giving a shy smile across to Kyojuro. While the preist was speaking, You looked at your surroundings, taking in the scenery. This time, you didn't see anything, making you sigh and relief. A soft smile replacing your shy one.

You stared at his fiery orbs, while the priest spoke.

"Miss L/n, would you take Rengoku Kyojuro as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

"Rengoku Kyojuro, do you take Y/n L/n as your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do!" Kyojuro yelled, making everyone laugh. Just like your dream.

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"you may kiss the bride."

Kyojuro wasted no time, quickly grabbing your waist and kissing your lips. The crowd cheered in joy.

You were glad that this wasn't a dream. Being a Rengoku wasn't a dream, at last.

You and kyojuro lived happily ever after.

[reinababbles]

longing for more [iv]

⤷ Uzui Tengen x Fem!Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

♡ portal ♡ demon slayer ♡ series ♡ words: 1.6k | reading: n/a

tags fem!reader, slow burn (not kidding in the slightest), angst central, smut (other parts), emotional cheating, fluff, depression, manipulation, maladaptive daydreaming. (lmk if i missed any!)

Tengen made you want to curl up into a ball. You woke up with a mission, to prove that his kisses were just out of habit, or him even speaking to you at all, for the matter. A recipe for disaster, considering that conversation last night with him admitting that he was seeking a fresh slate, instead of actually reading what was written on the previous one.

‘Why was it so difficult for him to even say things that aren’t full of double meanings! “Oh, y/n, our marriage is in shambles and we have no intimacy besides soulless kisses because you don’t have the memory of a goldfish” I mean, what was he even saying?’ You thought to yourself as you angrily tussled with your hair in the morning, wanting it to look nice for Senjuro’s dedicated day. He mentioned that he liked your hair in a braid, just like the first time you ever arrived to take care of the Rengoku Estate.

Tengen had jokingly told you that the hairstyle made you look like a complete rookie amongst other things, and you didn’t dare do that style again, but today it didn’t matter. Does he even look at you that closely now, anyway? Your mind started to picture what would happen later on, how Kyojuro would probably be extremely attentive, and how Senjuro would be off the rails with excitement and tackle you, his growing strength every day making it painfully joyful. Even Shinjuro made it less of a habit to upset his children, at least while you were around, and thinking about the time when he told you he looks forward to your tea, which had you gloating to Kyojuro, who was very surprised.

Going downstairs, thankfully Tengen was nowhere to be seen yet, and the wives were all stuffing their faces. You gave side hugs to all of them and excitedly told them your daily greetings, and served yourself a plate and fresh tea. Hina speaks up, “You’re so… new today, y/n!” You grin ear to ear “I’m just starving” you say as you bit into bread that wasn’t stored well overnight. Tengen opened the front door and calls for you as you take your last sip. The girls all scramble to watch from the door as you get inside the carriage, before Tengen invites himself on as well.

He leans down and kisses your lips for a few seconds before putting his arm over your shoulder as he whispered, “Good morning, my love” followed by your mumbled “Morning.” Nearing the Estate, you realized that Kyojuro was outside, sweeping. Your heart started beating as you saw his focused face as he was oblivious. You snuck a glance at Tengen to see him looking to his side, watching the markets nearby. You step in between Tengen’s legs, pressing a kiss to his temple before stepping off. “Thank you, love. I’ll see you at home.” You looked at him with a blank expression as he did the same, just smiling without showing teeth.

You adjusted your clothes and hair before starting to walk, eventually meeting Kyojuro’s eyes. He inched closer to you, “How was your morning, y/n?” You let out a sigh of relief “If excitement could explain it all… yours?” Kyojuro closed his eyes “I haven’t slept well these past few nights, y/n. But-” “y/n!” Senjuro comes running from the garden and hugs you. You and Kyojuro share a look of amusement as you are dragged inside.

Senjuro was clinging onto you as you put water to boil and prepared a simple breakfast, talking your head off. He was excited about meeting the other kids in his neighborhood after breakfast, and you were doing flips in your head over having the house ready for the surprise with no distractions during preparations. He was such a quiet and timid child, at least around others, so this was a pleasant surprise.

Kyojuro came up behind you two and spoke softly “What are you guys up to?” You jumped in response, causing Senjuro to let go and giggle as he ran to the table. “I’m almost done with breakfast-” you turn to look at him. “After eating you should sleep for a while.” Kyojuro’s eyes were so bright and welcoming. He was so close, his scent was- “Just for a little while, I have to help Sen, and you…” he finished with a smile. You could only nod and finish preparing the meal.

As the boys were eating, you were cleaning the kitchen. Kyojuro and Sen made their way to his playdate. You began laying out all of the ingredients for the meal that takes the longest, and are peeling vegetables as Kyojuro walks inside. Without missing a beat he grabs the necessary pots, and begins dealing with the meats, as per your request. You started blushing as he stood to your left and would move his arm behind you in order to move ingredients to the pot you were mixing, his arm occasionally making contact with your right shoulder.

After he’s done, you look at him apologetically, “You should take a nap. I can wake you up when I need you, really.” He smiles and nods, excusing himself to the couch. After the two separate meals are left to finish cooking, you watch his chest slowly rise and fall, his lips forming a pout as he laid upright with his arms crossed. Getting closer to sit with a book on the opposite seat, you hear light snoring, giggling to yourself as you open your book.

The soup you’re making starts boiling over, causing you to clumsily speed walk back into the kitchen. Cracking open the lid, some bubbles of soup travel to your white apron, causing you to furrow your brows in frustration and groan. You remove your apron and Kyojuro grabs it from your hand and observes it. “Did you get burned? I’ll clean this for you.” He grabs some soap and heads to the garden after you nod your head no. Kyojuro gets down on one knee in front of the basin filled halfway with water to wash your apron. You are in a trance, seeing his wide shoulders and arms holding the washboard, veins popping out under his rolled sleeves. Kyojuro seems to notice you staring and turns his head, laughing. You just can’t seem to gather up a response to his actions today. He eventually stood up and hung the apron with other clothes to dry in the sun.

You tell Kyojuro that the food is ready, and he stands outside to greet Senjuro who should be arriving at any moment, since the sun won’t be out for much longer. You alert Shinjuro on the food being ready and he grunts after mumbling that he might join. You go outside to join Kyojuro, standing side by side. “y/n, how are things?” You widen your eyes but don’t make eye contact. You begin mumbling “Things are fine. Tengen is just busy lately. I don’t blame him… Exhausting sometimes-” Kyojuro speaks up, “I do wonder what goes on in his mind…” Suddenly he’s giving you a side hug, wiping away a single tear you didn’t know was running down your face. He wasn’t saying anything, much less looking at you. After the embarrassment dawns on you, you thankfully spot Senjuro and remove yourself from his strong arm.

At the table, the 3 of you were eating your meals, with Shinjuro hanging about in the shadows, eating on the couch. Senjuro brightens up with each bite. “I love it! I want some more, tomorrow!” I smile, “You can reheat it tomorrow! It’s just enough for you, too.” Kyojuro finishes chewing and exclaims “She did this all for you, since she won’t be here during your actual birthday, Sen” His eyes flicker over to you, getting you embarrassed because your mouth is full. “Mhm!” You sound, trying to chew. Senjuro’s bright face formed into a semi frown as he processed this, and said “I wish you could be here with us…” You could hear even a pin drop, the awkward silence was killing you.

After dinner, Senjuro was doing paper crafts as you and Kyojuro were supervising him until your carriage was supposed to come. You both kept smiling at each other, warm just by looking at his sweet widened eyes. Kyojuro put his hand on your shoulder opposite to you in a side hug, leaning in to whisper “You’ve made us so happy today.” “Us?” You whisper back. “Of course! A wonderful meal, as always, and I bet Sen really appreciated your efforts.” Shivers are sent down your spine, he sounded so gruff. He’s so close for the second time today. You smile up at him, your blush hidden, as his face is relaxed and comfortable.

You heard the carriage wheels due to it being so quiet, Kyojuro let you go slowly before taking a few steps back, rubbing Senjuro’s head. Seeing Tengen arrive on the carriage made your heart drop. Climbing inside, you don’t say anything and offer a side smile. Tengen leaned in close to you, for the purpose of sniffing your clothing. He planted a kiss on your cheek before sitting upright, “Did you forget to wear your apron today?” Looking down at yourself, you notice you left it at the Estate, sighing quietly to yourself. “I must have forgotten it there…” “Hmm? Why did you take it off?” He turned to face you. “It got dirty as I open-” His eyes turn into slits, “Dirty? From what?” You groan rather loudly “Don’t start questioning things if you won’t even let me finish talking, Tengen.” The rest of the ride was silent, with you turning your body away from him. You wonder if he feels what you feel when his mind is elsewhere.

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[creative-kny-fics]

For flame's birthday!

Lee! Kyojuro, Lers! Senjuro and Shinjuro

Please and thanks!

Yes, why not? Kyojuro is one of those who would tell you "you always need your birthday tickles!", so he won't have any problem accepting them hahaha

Lers: Senjuro and Shinjuro Rengoku

Lee: Kyojuro Rengoku

When it's someone's birthday, it's normal for that person to hear "it's your day, you should relax" or "take the day off, you deserve it!", among others.

But Kyojuro had not accepted that, he was a young man very committed to his work, although he wanted to have fun with his friends, perhaps spend some time with his family, he couldn't, his duty was relentless.

'Brother, I insist, I'm sure that if you don't go today they will understand you. It's your birthday, why don't you stay and we go out to eat?'

'I'm sorry Senjuro, but unfortunately I can't do that, maybe you don't understand now, you're still very young', he said, ruffling his younger brother's hair as he finished getting ready.

It was still too early, and when I say it was too early, it's because the sun hadn't even risen.

And why was Senjuro awake? When Kyojuro stood up, he did too, to convince him one last time to stay and celebrate with them. 'Well, I think everything is ready! I have to go Senjuro, but I'll try to come back soon. Say goodbye to father for me, take care!'

'And where do YOU ​​think you're going?', Kyojuro turned around, not expecting Shinjuro to be awake too.

He was also like Kyojuro at some point, but it wasn't that that forced him to get up early that day, it was his son's stubborn behavior with his work, so he assumed that he wouldn't accept the day off they were offered and would go anyway

'Good morning father! I'm happy to say goodbye to you before I leave! It's the best gift you could have given me! Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to-' 'You're not going anywhere'

Shinjuro held Kyojuro by his clothes, preventing him from walking further, something that confused both him and Senjuro, who was already nervous.

He wasn't going to hit his own son, especially on his birthday, right?

'Mmmm father? Excuse me, but this is not the time for jokes, I need to go!'

'Well, you're not leaving here until you receive something' 'Mmmm?! What could it be?!', mhm, acts innocent Kyo, because I'm telling you in advance that it's not food.

Since there was no longer any need for him to continue holding him, he let him go, telling him to close his eyes while he "brought the surprise."

Kyojuro smiled and closed his eyes, curiosity was killing him, what could it be?!. 'Senjuro, take the surprise to your room, I'll go with you in a few seconds...'

'Eeeeh? But what a surprise-?' 'You know, that "surprise". Do you remember it?', when he mentioned the word 'surprise', he winked.

Senjuro understood, so he nodded and went to his room, peeking through the door to make sure he didn't misunderstand.

And he didn't, Shinjuro began to guide Kyojuro towards the room, he seemed like a completely different person.

'And?! Can I open my eyes now?! I want to know what you have prepared for me! I want to know! Tell me, I'm starting to feel nervous about not knowing!'

'Birthday tickles!' 'EEEEH?!', wait, had he heard wrong?

He didn't think Senjuro was lying, it wasn't like him to lie to his brother, but the fact that his father was also there didn't help.

And needless to say, Kyojuro continued with his eyes closed, as he opened them in surprise when someone grabbed his wrists, bringing them together and putting them above his head, it was undoubtedly Shinjuro. 'O-oh! This it is?! What do you think if we leave them for when he returns? I'll be late and...'

'We told you that you're not going anywhere, you're going to stay here to celebrate' 'You can't make me! I have to go!'

Oooh of course they can force you, Kyojuro, you're talking to your father and your brother, they know you and they know that tickling is probably the only time you lie when you ask them to "stop" when you're clearly enjoying it. 'Come on brother, stay for a while!'

'I'm sorry Senjuro, but-! Ehehehehe!! He-hehehey! Yohohou cahahan't stahahart theheherehehe!!'

'Well, how do you always say "you should get your birthday tickles" or did you forget?', Kyojuro denied, that's what you get for always going to the kill and not starting with something light.

Kyojuro is someone who is difficult to knock down when tickling him, he can't help it if someone starts kneading above his hips, of course, not so hard or it will hurt.

Senjuro was good at it, after all, because of his height he could always do it without difficulty, so he was an expert at it. 'C-Cohomehe ohohon!! We can do this when I get back!! Fa-Fatheheher!! Nohohot yohohou tohohoho!!'

'Wow, it usually takes you a while to laugh when I tickle your ears. You can't help it if someone started tickling your hips, right?', Kyojuro blushed but nodded.

But this was just the warm-up, the day had barely begun after all.

'O-okahahahay!! Nohohow you ahahaha guys aharehehe tahahakihihing ad-advahantagehehe of me!!'

'We're not, stop pretending you're not having fun! Besides, you know the rules perfectly, you can't let the birthday boy leave without first giving him a raspberry!'

'Wait!! Wahahaihit!! It's not necessary, it's not necessary!!'

Kyojuro would have been wishing he had closed his eyes, perhaps the effect would have been less, but seeing both his brother and his father start to inhale made him nervous and he started to laugh.

Too bad he couldn't do anything, Shinjuro had changed his grip, making a hug while still holding Kyojuro's arms so he wouldn't shake them, he knew him well. 'W-Wait!! AHAHAHAHAHA!! O-OKAHAHAY!! NO AGAIN!! COHOMEHEHE OHOHOHON!!'

'So soon do you give up? I propose something to you, if you stay, there will be no more raspberries, but if you decide that as soon as we finish this you are going to leave, we will keep you here until you accept your day off', Kyojuro saw them both and laughed.

He didn't want to say no to staying, but he also didn't want to look bad by canceling something he had already promised. 'There's no answer? Well then, we have to use more persuasion, don't you think Senjuro?'

'Mhm! Yes, you're right!' 'Hey, wait! Let me think! I can't do it if you TIHIHICKLEHEHE MEHEHE!!', well, we'll have to think of a quick answer to get out of that