#rengoku fluf

[deamonichusband]

When they are getting ready for bed + what they are like while sleeping:

-GN reader

-Characters in this one are: Rengoku Kyojuro, Giyu Tomioka, Sanmei Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Tengen Uzui/his wives, Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanjiro, Muichiro Tokito, Gyomei Himejima

-Obanai’s backstory/scars are in Obanai’s part

-Gyomei's backstory is briefly mentioned

Rengoku Kyojuro:

-First of all, he makes sure to fluff up all the pillows before you two go to sleep. The man loves having his pillows fluffed up.

-He makes sure that you have as many plushies and blankets as you want. If you wish for him to make some sort of nest with blankets, pillows and plushies, he will gladly do so.

-Sometimes he forgets to fully open his own hair before sleeping. Ever since a knot formed that had him whining to you, you always made sure that he would open it. Please remind this man every night or he will legit forget.

-His sleeping clothes are pyjamas with small flames on them that Tengen had once given him for his birthday. The shirt is a bit small tho so you better prepare to see a bit of his strong chest.

-He will spoon you or hold you to his chest while you both sleep.

-And boy oh boy, once has his arms around you, there is no escape.

-Like, oh sorry, you were gonna get a glass of water? Prepare to not get away until he wakes up.

-Lots of body heat. Like, his body is really warm and it brings comfort in winter. But it’s all over once summer comes. Then you both just end up all sweaty.

-When he wakes up the next morning and you are prepared to give him an earful of holding you so tight, he looks at you all sleepy and with messy hair and oh lord, the man has no business looking so adorable when he wakes up.

Giyu Tomioka:

-Just like Rengoku, he sometimes forgets to open his hair before sleeping. Except that he doesn’t care too much.

-But you do. So you better annoy him until he  finally opens his hair. He even lets you brush it before bed and it makes him almost fall asleep because you are so gentle and it soothes him a lot.

-Giyu always washes his face before sleeping and one time he jokingly asks him if he wants a bit of your face cream for the night.

-You are not prepared for this man to say yes and close his eyes as he expects you to rub the cream on his face. He looks so calm and peacefully and you are screaming on the inside because how can a man be this cute?!

-As for what he is like when he sleeps, when you first sleep together, you don’t notice it.

-But then one day he falls asleep and you heard this man mumble something you didn’t understand. And then he starts drooling.

-Yes, drooling. It would normally probably disgust you but he is so adorable and you have to hold back a squeak.

-You are definitely the big spoon and he is your personal cuddly fridge.

-Yes, you read that right. Your personal fridge. You have no idea why or how, but his skin is always cool. Sometimes you wonder if it should worry you, but he always shrugs it off, so you figure that he really is okay.

-You secretly go to Shinobu tho to make sure that it really was normal for him.

Sanmei Shinazugawa:

-This man is SOFT.

-Like, everyone always sees his scary side but then he comes into the bedroom and he walks over to kiss you and say that he hopes your day was amazing.

-He then immediately walked to where he has a large terrarium afterward to feed his japanese rhinoceros beetles.

-At first you were scared to sleep in that room because the beetles weren’t that small in their terrarium. Which he had noticed, so he had slowly helped you to get more comfortable around them until you even held one at one point. He had even got anew one and let you name it.

-After he did that, he gets ready for bed. Which is just him sleeping with fresh pants and without a shirt. He will always smirk all smug and teasingly when he catches you staring at his chest.

-“Like what you see, sweetheart?” Is all he says.

-And you have a hard time not turning into a flustered mess every time it happens because his voice is always a bit husky and he always says it right into your ear.

-Once you two are sleeping, with his arms wrapped around you, you soon wake up again.

-This man talks in his sleep. And he kicks.

-One time you tied his legs up before you two slept and he still kicked you in his sleep. Slowly you got used to it tho.

-His sleep talking was never that bad.

-Until one, where you fell asleep after a long day. This man screamed in his sleep and it woke you up.

-You immediately wake him up and give him an earful.

-That was until you saw that he looked a bit upset. So you sigh, give him a kiss and then settle down to sleep again. This talk could wait until the morning.

Obanai Iguro:

-This man hesitated when he first sleeps in a room with you because of the fact that he sleeps without his mask. You have to assure him that it really is okay for you to see his scars and you have to promise him that you will not freak out.

-What makes you hesitate however is when he insists that Kaburamaru sleeps in bed with you two.

-Like, did you just mishear him?

-You ask him and he repeats what he said.

-You refuse that and when you are about to sleep in the living room. But he holds you hand and says that he can let his snake sleep on a pillow instead. Which you agree on as long as the snake doesn’t sleep too close.

-When you two settle down to sleep, he always spoons you with his chest pressed to your back.

-He talks in his sleep, which you do not mind at all.

-But like with Sanemi, one night you wake up to him screaming. You sigh all annoyed  and turn your head to him, ready to wake him up.

-But he is already awake and there are tears running down his face and it breaks your heart as he says your name in a shaky voice.

-You are quick to turn around and pull him close to his chest, asking him what happened. You listen closely as he explains that it had been a nightmare about his past and the scars on his mouth hurt a little bit.

-You comforted him a lot and held him until he calmed down and fell back asleep.

-When he has bad days, you are always the big spoon.

Tengen Uzui and his wives:

-This man is worse than any woman when it comes to prepare to sleep.

-While you and his wives make the bed as comfortable as possible, he puts on different face masks and skin care products. He then brushes his hair and puts many different things in it.

-By the time he is actually done for bed, two hours have passed and his wives and you are usually already asleep, cuddled up to each other while snoring softly.

-It always makes him smile and ask himself just how he got so lucky.

-He manhandles you all until he lays underneath all of you.

-What does he wear while sleeping you ask?

-The answer is underwear only!

-He is mostly sleeping normally. Or so you think. Because all of you wake up in different sleeping positions because you all move around a lot in your sleep.

Shinobu Kocho:

-The first thing she does when getting ready for bed is remove her make up, which is very important to her.

-Then she uses many diffrent skin care products.

-She will always brush her hair before sleeping and put her butterfly hairclip on her bedside table.

-Her blanket is huge and has a butterfly wing print over it, which you find really cute.

-When you say out loud how cute it is, she becomes a bit of a flustered mess. But she tries to keep calm.

-"You okay there, my love?" You ask, which makes her nod, tho her cheeks are a bright red colour.

-When she and you settle down to sleep, she is always the big spoon.

-"Goodnight, my little butterfly."

-While she is sleeping, she is all soft breaths, her expression very relaxed.

Mitsuri Kanroji:

-She uses a lot of skincare products before bed and she forces you to do the same.

-But when you accidently break one of the producst one time, she always does it for you, which you are not complaining about.

-She let's you open her braids after a long day, as she sleeps with open hair only.

-She always showers before bed, so she will sleep with wet hair. You are always scared she will catch a cold that way, but so far it has always been okay.

-She and you switch being the big and the little spoon.

-She insists on being the big spoon when you had a bad day and you are always the big spoon when she had a bad day.

-"Goodnight, my little mochi."

-While sleeping, she will not let you go. And since she is really strong, you will not be able to get up untill she wakes up.

Muichiro Tokito:

-He will insist you brush his hair and put it into a long braid before going to bed.

-He will also bruhs you hair and give you a kiss on your forhead then.

-His bed is full of pillows, blankets and plushies. His blankets have paper planes printed on them.

-He will make you fluff up every pillow he has on his bed, which are a lot.

-He always sleeps with his head on your chest, wanting to hear your heartbeat as it always helps him fall asleep.

-"Goodnight, my angel."

-He moves a lot in his sleep and sometimes he wakes up cuddled up to you with two plushies in his arms.

-He snores in his sleep, but it's really soft and not loud at all. You will only hear it if you listen very closely.

Gyomei Himejima:

-Before going to bed, he carefully put all his beads into a box so he never loses them and finds them easily in the morning.

-He insists on saying goodnight to Genya before sleeping and so do you. He accidently said "Goodnight, dad." to Gyomei once, and you never let him live that down.

-You and him feed all the cats you have in your home and also make sure they have fresh water.

-He always makes sure you are cuddling him when you two settle down to sleep. He only wishes to be clsoe to you while sleeping.

-He gives you a gentle kiss to your forehead as he cuddles you close.

-"Goodnight, my precious treasure."

-He has nightmares more often than not about the day he had lost so many children to a demon. When that happens, you nuzzle his chest and stroke his back until he is calm again. You also say reassuring words.

-He cries in his sleep, so you have to change the pillowcases every morning.

-He snores. And it is not a quiet snore, it's a loud snore.

[shadowofroses]

Pocky

Demon Slayer

Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader

Summery: Gazing off into space/distance you lose track of what all is happening around you while eating Pocky, gaining the attention of some lingering eyes.

Story:

It's not like you had anything else to do that day other than stand around and looked pretty, you were bored, nibbling slowly on the strawberry Pocky that was sticking out of your mouth. Unaware of the lingering eyes on your mouth, your lips, the pocky.

Your name was called out but you were staring off into the distance, and didn't hear them, even if they were next to you.

A filled chest, and fire hair filled your vision but you didn't seem to recognize it.

Nibble, lick, suck. Just the taste of the strawberry cream that was coating the stick.

Your name again, but nothing, Kyojuro hummed, finding this unusual. You must have been thinking very hard not to notice him.

Usually he wasn't bothered by this, but with every small nibble of your pocky, his eyes was drawn to your lips, and he felt his twitch in return.

Kyojuro decided to be spontaneous to get your attention, licking his lips slightly before he lowered his face and his lips wrapped around the other end of the Pocky stick, looking you in the eyes.

He softly nibbled on the pocky from the other end, till you felt the pocky pull weirdly. You blinked, and your eyes widened in realization of what was happening.

With a light hint of a Smirk, he leaned forward, bit off half of the pocky, and backed off mischievously. Your face warmed up, and your mouth fell open causing the other half to almost fall out of your mouth. Far from prepared from the closeness of him.

Kyojuro beamed now that he had your attention, that he leaned forward again, and taking the rest of the pocky stick and eating it, before pecking you on the lips with a light blush on his cheeks. "Mmm! Do you have anymore of those?"

You nearly choked on your own spit. "What?! Pocky or kisses?"

Kyojuro's hair fluffed as his eyes sparkled, "BOTH!" you felt as if steam left your ears at that, causing the man to laugh in response.

[comatosebunny09]

Meteor Shower

Music Inspo: Always with Me - Youmi Kimura

Tagging: @auraee, @kyojurosrealwife

Ubuyashiki-san over at Resident Services announced something special for the evening. 

You were also visited by the younger, less eccentric Rengoku brother whilst knee-deep in weed pulling. He had explained with such vigor the importance of wishing on a shooting star, uncharacteristically passionate. Your island was abuzz with talk of “fireworks” in the sky, which could only mean one thing: a meteor shower was on the horizon.

You always have a use for star fragments. It wouldn’t hurt to add another magic wand to your collection. It’s a bonus that the view of the stratosphere during these celestial events is breathtaking. And it’s always so quiet—a momentary reprieve from the hustle and bustle of the town. No villagers chasing you down for favors. No trees to shake. No wasps to outrun.

Around 8 PM, you find yourself seated on the pier, legs swinging off the edge, leaning back on your hands. There’s a dreamy look in your eyes while you gaze skyward. The tiniest smile on your lips as cerulean waves crash into the columns below, sea sprays nipping your legs, summery breeze ruffling your hair. You’re on the hunt for a shooting star, eager to make a wish.

The violet, star-speckled heavens have you so consumed. You hardly register footsteps approaching you from behind.

“Good evening!” greets a vibrant voice, startling you.

You peer over your shoulder, the museum’s curator standing a few feet away with a close-eyed grin, his peculiar, crimson-tinged hair fluffing excitedly.

You blink, mouth gaping like a fish. “Good evening, Rengoku-san,” you quietly return once air’s found its way back into your lungs.

“My apologies. I did not mean to startle you,” Kyojuro utters, sheepishly rubbing his nape. You waggle off his concern and grace him with a gentle smile. He clears his throat, looking off to the side. His voice is suddenly so small as he asks, “may I join you?”

You’re not entirely sure if you’ve heard him correctly, but, “u-um, sure.”

You scoot over, patting the space next to you on the floorboards. Kyojuro covers the distance with swift strides. Sits beside you, mirroring your position as he gazes overhead. You try to ignore how your heart thunders in your chest at his proximity. How butterflies stir in your tummy, and you swallow profusely.

Sure, you have a bit of a crush on the curator. It’s difficult not to feel something for him. He’s been so kind and patient with you since you mysteriously washed up on the shoreline. Put in a good word with the mayor to get you a cozy home and a decent job to get you started. You often go out of your way to find things to donate to the museum, if only to see the blonde’s shining face every day.

The atmosphere is initially rigid, saturated with awkward silence, and you both pointedly avoid each other’s gazes. Kyojuro breaks the silence by asking if you would “like to know a bit about the constellations?” You happily acquiesce, observing him with girlish infatuation.

He rambles about celestial spheres and what-have-you’s, directing you across the vast sky like a roadmap with his enchanting voice. Sprinkles in a question or two to ensure you’re keeping up, though you’re finding it quite challenging to focus. You could listen to him talk forever, though. You unconsciously lean closer as he speaks; like he has a gravitational pull. 

Kyojuro is so elated when he gets to flaunt his extensive knowledge of any and everything. Not very many people stick around for his stories, thinking he's pompous. He teems with a boyish charm when he’s off like this, and you think the twinkle in his eye is more beautiful than any meteor shower you’ve ever witnessed.

Suddenly, a lull in the conversation makes way for the whisper of the sea and wind. Somehow, your hands are mere centimeters apart on the pier, pinkies accidentally brushing several times.

You don’t know what possesses you, but you seek out Kyojuro’s hand, initially cautious with gentle taps, fearful that he’ll snatch it away. Though Kyojuro tenses at first, he makes no move to leave. So, with warmth inhabiting your cheeks, you cover his fingers with yours. A ghost of a smile twitches your lips as you watch his ear tips turn beet red from your peripheral. Somehow, touching him like this feels exhilarating, comfortable, natural, safe.

A telltale whistle suddenly resounds in your ears, causing you to sit up as a sparkling streak paints the sky. You quickly clasp your hands together, screwing your eyes shut, browsing through the catalog of your mind for a wish. Once you’ve made it, you open your eyes to watch the shooting star fleet toward the horizon, a tranquil look on your face.

“What did you wish for?” Kyojuro asks, parting your reverie.

You meet his stare, a chuckle at the cusp of your lips. “If I tell you, Rengoku-san, it might not come true.”

Kyojuro laughs handsomely in response, looking down at his lap. “Fair enough.”

A few more moments tick by. You’re itching to grab Kyojuro’s hand again, to hold it in yours. Weigh it, study its features, and memorize its warmth. But you’re suddenly self-aware, too afraid to push him beyond his comfort zone.

“W-what about that one? That’s the big dipper, isn’t it?”

You point to a particular arrangement of stars to distract yourself. Kyojuro follows your finger, lighting up with even more enthusiasm if at all possible. He begins to go off on a tangent whilst sitting up, thoroughly engrossed in the topic.

You know that there will never be a more opportune time than now. The moment is too surreal to pass up. So, you twist your head slightly this way and just...

Kyojuro is pleasantly surprised when he turns to you with a question and is greeted by your tender, timid mouth on his, effectively cutting him off amid a sentence. His soft groan vibrates against your lips, your heart aflutter, veins pulsing with liquid fire. You draw back carefully, bleary eyes cracking open.

Kyojuro’s own eyes remain closed as if opening them will disrupt the spell you’ve cast over him. With swollen, cherry lips, he rasps, “not that I am opposed to such affections, but what, may I ask, was that for?”

You beam at him, a small space dangling between your mouths. He’s made no motion to move away, fully intending to kiss you again. With a newfound boldness, you gather his cheeks in your hands, the warmth of his body bleeding into your fingers.

“Making my wish come true,” you whisper wistfully, your curtained lashes fluttering as you inch in for another taste of his lips, the sky aglow with a flurry of stars above.

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[kzjwe]

HI EVERYONE:) I WILL START WRITING FANFICTION / ONE SHOTS SO YOU CAN SEND REQUESTS

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Megumi Fushiguro|

Juji Itadori|

Choso Kamo|

Kugisaki Nobara|

Maki Zen'in|

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Ryomen Sukuna|

•Demon Slayer

Giyu Tomioka|

Kyojuro Rengoku|

Iguro Obanai|

Sanemi Shinazugawa|

Mitsuri Kanroji|

Muchiro Tokito|

Doma|

Gyomei Amejima|

Akaza|

Kokushibo|

Gyutaro|

Uzui Tengen|

My Hero Academia

Dabi| Dabi×F!JackTheRipper!Reader

Mirko|

Hawks|

Endeavor|

Eraser Head|

Himiko Toga|

Twice|

Shoto Todoroki|

Izuku Midorya|

Mina Ashido|

Eijiro Kirishima|

Hanta Sero|

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Eri|

Obey me

Lucifer|

Mammon|

Leviathan|

Satan|

Asmodeus|

Beelzebub|

Belphegor|

Diavolo|

Barbatos|

Simeon|

Solomon|

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Luke|

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Iris Cannary|

Claudia Hodgins|

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Buddha|

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A Sun's Flame - @guhamun ~ ♥

Warmth that seemed from the clouds was limiting in his cage, it's covered top was an irritant to his feathers. He knew he could burn the entire place to ash but the wish for being hunted down again wasn't on his agenda. He was merely passing through these lands when he was caught as he bathed and slept after a heavy meal. To think he'd be woken by cold waters that sodden him through to the bone and covered in a mesh material that stopped his ascent to the clouds - to safety. His billowing plumes did nothing to hinder the offensive hunters, but they did squeal when his body became too hot to touch.

Though another bucket of iced mountain snow upon his body seized him to the point of death too. Scooped up as his world slowed, and his lashes fluttered with a curse upon his tongue. Jiyuna fell to their stupid game - they knew how to keep him weak, to keep his feathers wet, damp, his cage cold and away from the natural heat of the sun.

But that person - the halo of orange on his crown, eyes of flame, a dance of something in his grace and sturdy nature. Like a forest fire, no - not chaotic. A controlled flame… A Torch in the darkness. A beacon. It sang but the way they merely glanced upon him - Jiyuna couldn't stop his mind-speak from spitting his bitterness. How could one of his own flames, dismiss his misery? Though it was what made that man stop in shock. A shared feeling that - his voice never got through to these buffoons with rough hands and snow-melt punishment.

Meeting this man's gaze and even daring to raise his head from its defeated curve on the cage floor, the noise of a made-up story began nothing but background noise as Jiyuna stared with budding hope. [ You hear me, child of man? ] Feathers would have fluffed up to stand on end if he was not soaked through still thus instead his excitement was felt with the shudder that ran down his spine, The even his head crest flat and wet, twitched as golden orbs shimmered wet in unshed pain. [ Free me from these beasts… Take me to a place of dry warmth. They will kill me if I am to be punished with snow-melt once again. ]

His movements jarred the audience, after all, he was nothing but a limp mess before Rengoku's arrival. Now, he was pushing himself to his feet, legs long and talons glistening gold. Tails unfurl to reveal the peacock oddity they were as his wings shudder and neck raises. Avian he was but larger than most breeds, cramped in a cage fit more for a lovebird let alone what he was. Sacred white and rimmed in the same gold as his talons. Instead of a crimson beast in flames of tale and legend, Jiyuna was beyond that old mouth-story. [ Free me, boy. ]

[guerrerajaguar]

Can I request some fluff for Rengoku getting married? Thank you!

Hi there Anon! I totally lost it with this one, its a fantastic request. This was inspired by an occidental type of wedding, hope you enjoy it <3.

Kyojuro Rengoku x fem!reader (Getting married with his darling)

Warnings: mentions of death.

As the Flame Pillar waited seated for the hour to come, his left foot was rapidly tapping against the floor, his leg fidgeting uncontrollably as he constantly rubbed his hands trying to dry the wetness caused by his nervousness. His hands were always ready for his Katana, agile and steady, prepared for engaging into combat. Although this time, none of his outstanding fighting skills was helping him to ease his nervousness.

The only other person that seemed equally nervous as Kyojuro was his younger brother Senjuro. “Aniue, everything will go as planned. Try to relax…”. He said as he handed a big glass of cold water to the groom that looked anything but ‘alright’: “Ah yes, yes, you are right Senjuro. I am not nervous at all!”.The best man knew he was lying, he perfectly knew how much Kyojuro loved you and could not be happier for you two, but at this pace the groom would be a complete mess when arriving at the altar.

Senjuro tenderly smiled at his big brother as he got closer to fix his tie, alongside the groom, he had barely learned how to properly arrange an occidental tie. You had originally intended to go for a traditional japanese wedding, but Kyojuro insisted it to be the wedding which you had always dreamed of, as half of your family had occidental origins.

The Flame Pillar spoke with increasing concern: “Thank you Senjuro. Does it look better now?” He said quickly standing up, opening his arms for a suit check up but before his younger brother could answer back, he added: “Oh no! I think I am not using any cologne. I totally forgot about it! Do we bring some? I think there is some on the nightstand over there. And what is it with this hair?!” He desperately said as he hopelessly brushed his golden and reddish locks into a position that went against its natural place. “Honestly, of all days! This is the worst for having my hair misbehaving… Is that a stain on my shoe? I haven’t even moved at all! Please tell me this can be brushed off my gown…”

For sure, anyone that could observe the scene will agree that it was painfully funny to watch. Kyojuro non-stop ranting about what was wrong with his outfit as the adorable Senjuro running from one side of the room to the other trying to look for; a cologne bottle gifted by their father, a hairbrush, a cloth for his shoes and a fluff remover with very little success.

The room was a total chaos, Kyojuro thought that he had already ruined your special day and Senjuro was in total despair since he had never seen his older brother so stressed about something. Luckily for them both, their mother Ruka entered the scene and gracefully placed everything in order.

“Kyojuro, it is time dear.” She gently smiled as she cupped his face with one of her hands and tenderly arranged his front locks to his usual position with her other hand, and she continued: “You will be fine, everything will go just fine. You will be a fantastic husband to Y/N. I am very proud of you and now is time for you to wait for her at the altar”. Kyojuro closed his eyes to melt into his mother's caress and smiled back at her and confessed: “Now I think I am ready”. He offered her his arm to walk out of the room and urged Senjuro to follow them closely.

As Kyojuro walked down the aisle alongside Ruka, he started to remember the first time you both met. You were wearing a beautiful lilac with white lilies kimono, with your hair tied up with a handsome koi fish hair pin while walking through a wooden river bridge during summer time. It was love at first sight, so intense that he could not help asking you for your name and if you will allow him to see you on the days afterwards.

As he got closer to you he discovered that you belonged to a family, as his, with a long tradition of being demon slayers. But you and your siblings never received formal training since you all lost your father at a very young age, fulfilling his duty. You thought that being a demon slayer was one of the most honorable things a man could be, nevertheless concerned of the dangers that responsibility posed, you were hesitant in reciprocating Kyojuros' feelings. You did not wanted to lose him as well.

Little by little, he won your heart over, showing you how much of a gentleman he was; caring, noble, respectful, chivalrous and extremely powerful. At the end, you convinced yourself that nothing could possibly defeat Kyojuro, so you finally let his feelings reach you without holding anything back. The Flame Pillar fell helplessly in love the more he grew to know you, he spent most of his free time at your house, helping you with your activities and chores, making your family grow fond of him.

And when he was not with you, his mind will remind him in a very detailed way the scent of your hair, the softness of your touch, the pitch of your voice and the soft glow that your eyes showed when you both were together. It did not take him long to propose to you. It was the first time he invited you to his house in order to meet his parents. You were so nervous that you thought you would die.

His younger brother Senjuro excitedly talked to you non stop, since he knew everything about you; Kyojuro made sure to share every single detail of you with him. His father Shinjuro and mother Ruka both agreed that you were extremely beautiful and graceful, Shinjuro went to the extent claiming that you will be the perfect mother of the next Rengoku offspring generation. As your face went entirely red, Kyojuro made it worse by telling them: ”She is more than perfect, is everything I have always dreamed of”.

The Rengoku mansion had a beautiful pond full of lotus and koi fishes that turned into the love stage for Kyojuro bending down on one knee to ask you to become his wife and share the rest of your life with him. A gorgeous rose gold ring with three small dazzling diamonds adorned your ring finger from that day on as you cried with happiness accepting his proposal. He did his research, he knew that you had always dreamed of an occidental wedding and he was going to make sure to fulfill all of your desires and needs.

As he anxiously waited at the altar his head suddenly turned when the chorus music indicated that you were about to start the aisle procession alongside Shinjuro, who offered him to accompany you in your father’s place. Every step you took closer to Kyojuro made his heart ache with excitement. How could he be so lucky to have such a gorgeous wife? Full of virtues and values that made her the most delicate object of his adoration? He could not help it, tears started flowing right down his cheeks. He never thought you could look more beautiful than the first time he met you and there you were, with your stunning wedding dress, hair do and a delicate veil separating your lips from him.

As Shinjuro offered your hand to him, Kyojuro lost no time in raising up your veil to sweetly confess: “Are they really going to ask me if I wish to marry a goddess like you?” He kissed the hand his father had just delivered to him and you answered with a nervous chuckle while gently wiping his tears with your thumb: “It's just a customary question... I love you too Kyojuro…”. The officiator of the ceremony cleared his throat for the purpose of getting everything started but Kyojuro interrupted him: “I do, I accept. I want Y/N to be my wife until death do us apart”.

The officiator cleared his throat again and talked to you both: “ Mr. Rengoku, although that is the correct thing to say, we have not yet arrived at that part…” And with his usual energy and charisma he answered with a very big smile: “I am sorry but I feel like I can’t wait any longer!”

You giggled as you smiled at your future husband and indicated to the officiator to start the ceremony. All his Pillar comrades merrily assisted to the ceremony, your future brother and father-in -law were sobbing uncontrollably, being your future mother-in-law the one comforting them both. You enjoyed a charming banquet afterwards, all your loved ones congratulating and wishing you both a long life together.

It was done, you were officially Y/N Rengoku, you both were in love, young, full of plans and even though the future is full of uncertainty you could be pretty certain of one thing: The undying and fiery love that Kyojuro felt for you will, for sure, make you the happiest woman on earth.

[chewiedon]

REASSURANCE | RENGOKU K.

prompt: “Rengoku breaks down after getting back from talking with his father and reader comforts him afterwards!”

FEM READER

TW//: ALCOHOL USAGE

“Shut the fuck up!”

Sliding his arm across the table, Shinjuro sent the glasses across the wooden counter flying in all directions. Red in the face, breath reeking on intoxication, he stared at his son Kyojuro before slapping him right across the face.

“I don’t care who the fuck you marry, I don’t care about your position in the corps. You’re no son of mine, you’re shit I can’t scrape off the bottom of my shoe,” he grimaced, “Why are you even here? Why must you show your face to me?”

Senjuro was around the corner, his knees against his chest and his palms against his ears. Tears peeking out of the corner of his eyes. Kyojuro stood his ground, slowly turning his head back towards his father with a blank stare, his famous smile nowhere to be seen on his face.

Kyojuro was exhausted out of his mind. He didn’t know where to go but back to you, dragging his feet as he reluctantly walked back. His little brother Senjuro trailing behind him.

“Are we going back to (Y/N)-san’s house?” he asked, jogging up to Kyojuro’s side.

The sound of your name pained his heart, he would marry you either way but the way his father spoke about you so disgustingly had sent him into a burning rage. He didn’t show it, clenching his fists as he sat there and let his father blatantly insult you as he stayed quiet. In a way he felt completely robbed, he always searched for his fathers’ praise but it all seemed empty in the end.

Kyojuro forced a smile at his smaller brother, “Yes! We’ll stay over there, I’ll try to introduce father to (Y/N) once he sobers up a bit.”

There’s a good chance that’s never going to happen. Ever since Shinjuro had become abusive at the hands of alcohol the stink or the mere mention of it made him sick. Kyojuro can still remember his father pulling Senjuro’s hair when he had asked to send his eldest son off to his first mission as a hashira. The cries and the tears Senjuro must have shed because of the intoxication. Kyojuro’s throat felt tight, his nose stuffy— but he didn’t show any signs of weakness to his dear brother… That was the last thing he would want to do.

The evening moon has made its way into the sky, both brothers were exhausted once they arrived. Kyojuro felt no need to knock, he knew you were awake and alone. He’s visited you many times in the dead of night before or after missions, finding any excuse to bask in your presence. If anything, this was like a second home to him and Senjuro— the only reason they’re not living there full time is that Senjuro insists on taking care of his father.

“Darling,” Kyojuro mumbled once he saw your figure in the entryway.

He didn’t need a response, he made a beeline for you, leaning on your frame and sighing into you. Senjuro walked past the two of you, hugging you softly from behind.

“Your futons are in the other room, go get some sleep, boys,” you said softly, Senjuro letting go of you and scurrying off to the other room.

You tugged on the back of Kyojuro’s uniform, “You too,” he only shifted his weight more on to you.

“Not yet,” he mumbled, “I don’t want to leave you yet.”

Slowly, he brought his arms up to embrace you fully, sinking to his knees- your body following his until both of you were on the floor in one another's arms. Kyojuro finally broke down, his lips pulled back as he softly sobbed into your shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” he mumbled, “I feel so hopeless, I have no idea where to go now. I don’t want Senjuro to live in fear of his own father- it’s unfair to him.”

His tears soaked through your sleeve as you traced shapes into his back. You didn’t know what to say but to offer him your estate like you’ve done hundreds of times already, the both of you had a small window of time for a short break. Right before demon slayer duties would begin to get more and more busy, who knows when the two of you would see each other again. Hopelessness sunk into Kyojuro and leeched off of him as if it were some kind of parasite, a variety of hics and sharp inhales escaped his lips.

“It’ll be okay, even if he acts like he doesn’t care. You’re still his son nonetheless, if he can’t learn to love you then I’ll be here to love you twice,” your grip tightened around him, allowing him to completely sink into your arms.

Kyojuro’s cries became quieter and quieter. Eventually, you managed to drag him into his futon. He didn’t let you go, his arms wrapped securely on your waist pulling you against his chest. Quiet, in the dead of night, you sneaked in a kiss on his supposedly unconscious lips. You didn’t see the sneaky smile he left on his face.

Everything was going to be okay...

[snowshinobi]

before leaving for every mission—hell, before leaving the house at all: to get groceries, go train with Mitsuri, let Tengen help him pick new yukata fabric, make ikebana and drink tea with Giyu—Kyojuro fluffs Senjuro's hair and tells him he loves him. often Kyo's in a rush and has to shout his love from the doorway but without fail, he always does. Senjuro usually says it back, tho sometimes he rolls his eyes bc oh come on, I'm not a baby anymore! the first thought Senjuro has after the crow brings the news, what flashes through his mind his knees give out, is I told aniki I love him the last time he said it, right? I remembered, didn't I?

[kemakoshume]

Beneath the Wisteria Blooms ✾ — tengen x black!f!reader x rengoku 

warnings; none for this part! this is all introduction/world-building stuff :D there are original characters in this fic and this chapter has some ~language~ but that’s it ~

a/n; uh wtf lmao i added notes and everything got deleted... anyway lol fair warning this chapter mentions rengoku and tengen but they don’t get into the fray until next chapter! this was at [5.4k words] already so i decided to split it in half. here's the mood/vision board for this fic [here] if you're interested in a visual. song i wrote this to [here]. the reader is meant to be black but like always, anyone can read my stuff (as long as you’re 18+ and respectful). okay... that’s it lol enjoy ~ [ch one; ch two, ch three, ch four, ch five] ~

Two hundred and eighty-six days have passed since the last time your household hosted a hashira. Many soldiers have passed through in the time between—beckoned to the wisteria crest on your gates like moths to a flame practically daily, knowing they would be safe under your care. Mizunoe, hinoto, even some kinoe-ranked demon slayers have entered your doors and healed beneath the care of your hands in the weeks, then months, that have passed—but finally, that long wait has come to an end.

“Mistress. Mistress!” you yelled, your voice shaking. “There are two crows here requesting access to the home.”

The crows flew overhead, squawking their message down at you on a loop as you waited for the head of your household to dismiss their alarm. The small middle-aged woman appeared soon after, walking up from your left on bare feet in a perfectly wrinkle-free yukata. Her feet thudded lightly against the wooden flooring as she approached, sliding beside you to look up at the birds.

“So?” she said, scrunching her slim upturned nose in annoyance. ���We’ve housed more than two guests at a time, and we have no visitors here for the night. Let them come. There’s plenty of space and I hear some of the girls preparing things already.”

Though your Mistress happily did her duty without complaint, you could see that the woman was irritated at the early-evening interruption. Her long dark hair was loose from its typical bun, and the late-spring air moved the pin-straight strands around her face beautifully, though it didn’t hide how sunken her light amber eyes looked with exhaustion against her pale skin.

In the wake of the last large fight with a higher-ranked demon, your home had been void of visitors for the first night in ages. All was quiet as mostly all of the home’s inhabitants—girls and young women, just like you, plucked from the streets and taken in to support and build up the diverse home—were also excited to have some downtime, so they’d all planned to turn in a bit early as well. Alas, as you both basked in the moonlight’s glow from where you stood in the open doorway, that dream was quickly dashed. The words interlaced within the crows' caws rid all thoughts of sleep from your mind.

“Mistress Miya, the crows both belong to a hashira—two different hashira,” you said, widening your eyes to punctuate your words.

The woman was speechless for a moment as she processed what you’d said, but sure enough, her tired eyes took on a soft sparkle under the night stars, and her dull skin regained its flush of rosy-pink color. “Two?” she said, placing her hands on your shoulders. “For nearly a year, there hasn’t even been one, and now there are two?” She nearly yelled the words, her breaths growing quicker as she turned around to face the crows.

She kneeled, whistling up at the crows to dismiss their loud caws. She guided them down to the sizeable station made for them to rest their wings beside the home’s large shoji doors. Both birds landed gracefully, fluffing their wings and dipping their bodies in the wide bird bath imbued with lavender-scented oils and wisteria blossom petals. The Mistress shuffled her feet, squatting in front of the onyx-feathered birds’ perch to put her body at their eye level.

“Can you tell us your names?” she asked, her moderately age-withered skin stretching and exposing fine lines as she broadened her smile. You stood behind her in the home’s doorway, looking fondly at the birds as they balanced on their sturdy wooden perch beneath the wisteria vines.

*caw caw* the birds sang, notably speaking over each other as they rushed to tell you their introductions. You focused in your ears on them both but caught more of what the smaller crow of the two had to say—which was plenty.

“Child, what did this little one say?” she asked, beckoning you forward to polish your skills with decoding the crows’ language. “Every word.”

You giggled as you approached the birds, crouching down like your Mistress to put yourself at their level. You glanced at the larger bird before speaking, but the tangibly humanlike irritation radiating from him had already commenced due to what his counterpart had to say.

“Okay, every word.” You cleared your throat, looking politely at the bird as you repeated her statement. “Well, this one on the left is called Manju,” you said, motioning to the petite crow with a smile. “She said first and foremost that her master, Rengoku Kyojuro, is mostly unharmed—having only suffered some mild bruising despite multiple days of battle. She wanted it to be known that she is a lady, wholly unlike the tacky brute perched next to her, and that she would appreciate it if we added seeds mixed with dried corn to the feeder for her tonight, as she hasn’t had the chance to eat in two days due to their tumultuous schedule.”

As you wrapped up your summary of Manju’s introduction, you noticed the larger crow of the two shuffling closer to her, not so subtly attempting to knock her off of their perch while he said his peace in retaliation, though Manju elegantly dodged the petty swipes at her feet that the other crow made with his talons.

*caw caw caw caw caw* he said, so loudly in the still night air that you heard the last of the girls housed on the second-floor stirring, triggered by the second wave of loud birdsong that made them get up out of bed. You sputtered, an unladylike laugh escaping your lips as you processed what the male bird was saying. Not only taken aback by how loud and brash the jewelry-laden crow was but also how much petty malevolence the small avian animal managed to pack into mere sounds.

Your mistress turned her head, looking at you with eyes that would have marked you dead had they physically been able to shoot daggers. “Mind your manners,” she whispered, nodding her head towards the crows as if she were completely unphased by their bickering.

“Sorry, Mistress Miya,” you said, wiping the budding tears welling along your lower lash line as you stifled your giggles. “Do I have to translate everything he said or only the important bits?”

The older woman shook her head, motioning for you to continue with her hands. “ Every word. I can’t judge your accuracy if you don’t repeat it all back. Besides, we can’t miss a single thing regarding their messages for everyone’s safety, no matter how many curses the messages contain. Go on.”

You nodded, clearing your throat as you recounted the crow’s words. “This dashing, handsome, flashy crow on the right is named Nijimaru. He says that his superior master Uzui Tengen is also unharmed besides a few minor cuts and scrapes. He would like nuts and berries cut flamboyantly for dinner, if possible. He also says that “useless bitch Manju” should watch her words since his crown’s jewels have more value than her “full of shit” existence. Also, he said she wouldn’t know fashion if a demon sliced her down the beak with it, so we should disregard her childish, shitty insults.”

The female crow made a high-pitched squawk, insulted again after hearing the words through your mouth. Then, she extended her wing in one swift movement, hitting Nijimaru hard enough to disrupt his balance on the skinny wooden landing pole, knocking him off.

*caw caw caw* Manju said before flying after the retreating male bird, following him into the bath as he tried to escape her presence—muttering something along the lines of, “stupid pea-brained woman, besting me? Ha! Never.”

Your Mistress whipped around toward you in surprise, panic blooming on the delicate features of her rounded face as you both processed what Manju said. “They’ll be here in twelve minutes?” she yelled, corralling you into the house while shouting for all the other girls to make haste.

Once you entered the genkan—the home’s large entrance foyer—you were met with the pleasant sight of all of your housemates already busy at work, tidying and cleaning whatever their hands could reach. The smell of freshly steamed rice, grilled meats, and cooked vegetables wafted up into your nose, and your mouth began to water. The youngest of the girls walked around the home, skipping and holding hands as they hung talismans for good fortune and flowers for both virility and muliebrity all over the place; while the older girls who were outside of the kitchen took charge of dressing and grooming each other, while simultaneously darting around to get the items sorted and prepared for their hallowed guests.

You couldn’t help but smile watching them. You took a moment to pat their heads and place quick kisses against their cheeks as you walked by, whispering ‘thank you’ in each of their ears as you did so. Your household had done this a million times, but seeing the girls get quicker and quicker with it every night felt rewarding—to see your small family coming together to make your home a safe space for the men and women who kept you alive made your heart swell.

“Ayra!” your Mistress yelled, snapping you back into focus as she called out for the second oldest of the girls—at nineteen—under you.

“Back here!” she yelled, her voice carrying into the home from the spacious forest-protected garden nestled beyond your back porch.

You walked around the side of the large house, careening down the long stone pathway, until you felt the temperature in the air shift where the path forked. Both you and your Mistress easily navigated yourselves down to the trail's end, stopping once you reached the sizeable hot spring shrouded thinly in dense steam.

Ayra was there kneeling, hunched over with her arm plunged into the lantern-lined hot spring. Had her soft grunts from her efforts not been louder, you might have missed her slim figure hunched over into the large spring of water. It was half-hidden by the home's awning and the immaculately gardened flowers and shrubbery and could only easily be seen when the wind blew south, and the steam cleared.

“Is it hot?” the Mistress asked, squinting her eyes to look on as the olive-toned young woman fiddled with the thick layer of rocks on the very bottom of the spring, using—what you could only assume—was a very long stick.

“Yes,” she quipped, groaning as she flipped over what must have been a hefty rock, “it is now. I just need to move a few more stones out of the way to make the temperature perfect. Did I hear the crows correctly? Are we hosting two hashiras? Master Tengen and Master Kyojuro?”

You nodded, though you quickly followed with verbal confirmation. “Yes, you heard right. I wonder what sort of temperament they’ll be. Normal men find it within themselves to be cruel and flippant. I can’t imagine how men with their power will be.”

You heard Ayra chuckle before the water sloshed violently again as she moved another rock.

“I’ll be frank; I do wonder the same. I’ve never met these two before,” your Mistress said, pursing her lips. “Though, the corps soldiers do tend to be pleasant enough to us—some a little more fervidly than others,” she said with a knowing hint to her tone that you ignored. “It’s true that men with power seemingly can’t help but abuse it; however, you will give them your grace. Maintain your self-respect, but be kind to them. They deserve that much from us.”

You nodded, a hushed ‘yes Mistress,’ leaving your lips as the tall girl removed her arm from the hot spring—along with her stick—and stood, straightening her back to wipe her damp hands and dust off her knees.

“The last hashira we had was a woman,” Ayra said, hiding her stick in the nearby bushes as she jogged up to you from the cloud of steam. “What a curious thing she was with that wild watermelon hair. I wonder if the men will differ much from her. I’ve heard all the hashira are strange in their own ways.”

Your Mistress tsked, darting her arm out quickly to smack Ayra firmly against her forehead with the small fan she kept hidden in her kimono sleeve. Then she turned on you, popping you swiftly on the arm by proxy of Ayra’s comment. “Mind your tongues,” she warned, staring at both of you sternly. “Every person has their proclivities; the hashira are no different. If you notice anything off about them, at least have the good sense not to mention it.”

Your Mistress rolled her eyes, ignoring your giggles as she turned on her heels. She yelled into the side corridor of the house, telling the other girls to make sure they were doing their best work since your guests were especially superordinate.

“We have nothing if not our good sense, Mistress. We take care of our guests just fine,” Ayra teased, sharing a look—and a wink—with you. “I’ve heard the town girls speaking about that ‘Master Tengen’. Allegedly, he’s dashingly handsome and courted three wives.”

“Three?” you asked, fiddling with the sleeve of your yukata. “And what of the other one? Rengoku?"

Ayra pouted, huffing in frustration as she shared her knowledge—or lack thereof. “I’ve heard no rumors about him that will do us any good, unfortunately. He deeply loves gyunabe bento, and his hair looks like a sunset. That’s all I know.”

Your Mistress rolled her eyes again, sliding her arms back into her sleeves. “Ayra, you should focus more on your chores or reading and less on gossiping.”

“Oh, please, Mistress. As if my gossip isn’t why you came running back here as soon as you got word that the men were hashira,” Ayra said, mischief alight behind her hazel-brown eyes. “Besides, I made sure the girls are on it. Sopheary and Yua are putting down all the bedding for the men in the big guesthouse. Prisha and Lucía are getting fresh samue for the pillars to wear once they’ve bathed, and they’ve already heated the bath meant for cleansing. Himari and Dorothea are cooking up those premium meats that charming hinoe-ranked boy dropped off last week. I smelled sukiyaki nabe, sashimi, aloo gobi, kafta, plenty of rice, and…” she hummed, placing her hands on her hips as she let the train in her brain run. “I think that’s it. That should be enough for just two of them. Don’t you think?”

You smiled, pleased with your friend’s leadership and efforts. “You have no idea how much I appreciate you, Ayra,” you said, scooping her up by her waist into a crushing hug. “That should be perfect—and if it isn’t, we’ll just have to make do.”

Once you placed her back down, you found yourself sniffing in her direction, realizing that her scent slightly mirrored the weight of her efforts, and you told her as much.

“Gods, Ayra. Bathe. And take your sister with you,” your Mistress said, scrunching her nose even though she was too far away to smell the girl. “Dunk into the lake behind the treeline with soap and haste! You have eight minutes. Ayra, coil your sister’s curls with pomade and let her do braids in your hair once you’re finished with hers. I’ll arrange the crows' food and double-check the children’s work.”

With that she turned on the balls of her feet, leaving the two of you alone under the bright glow of the moon. Ayra sprinted behind her into the home, coming back to you with supplies in hand. She cradled a wooden pail filled with a boar's hair bristle brush, soap, cloth for cleansing and drying, two beautifully detailed kimonos, and a small chest that housed all the tools and accessories for your hair balanced on top. You reached for the items as she walked up by your side, but the younger girl refused, shaking her head softly before she started walking down the stone path.

“Hey,” you whispered, leaning in close to her ear, “let’s use the stream on the west bank. The water is so much warmer there at this time of night you know, and it’s closer,” you said, placing your hand gently on her back to guide her down the warmly lit pathway.

Ayra chuckled, her mischievous smile coming back full force due to your words. “I thought the Mistress said we had to bathe behind the treeline, sister. What should happen if a demon were to see us? Or, worse, a man—or two?” she teased, feigning horror—much to your humor. “Our propriety would be ruined if we were seen in the nude. What would dear mother Miya say?”

You rolled your eyes, continuing down the path lined with large coniferous trees that kissed the clouds in the sky. “Wisteria lives abundantly in these woods and along the water’s shores, and bushels of the stuff steep the water’s whole body. So, there are no demons out here to spy on us."

“And the men?” Ayra smirked, holding on to you tighter.

“Should the hashira come from the west, then I suppose they’ll get an intimate peek into our preparations for their visit. But, of course, what the Mistress doesn’t know in detail won’t hurt her.”

“Oh really?” Ayra chuckled, shoving you gently with her shoulder. “I suppose that’s true. I suppose it is better that she not find out just how much of a salacious trollop her second in command is. For shame, dear sister—her heart couldn’t take the knowledge of all your “tending” to our frontline soldiers.”

You shoved Ayra back, taking the wash pail from her before skipping a few steps down the pathway. “Boo. You make me sound like a whore. I only entertain the soldiers I see fit, not just any old mizunoto who thinks himself to be a hero simply by existing and holding a sword,” you said, tilting your head back to look at her. “We are a rejuvenation home, not a brothel.”

Ayra grinned, skipping to catch up and stand by your side. “Yes, yes, my apologies. I did not mean to insinuate anything of the sort, sister. Besides, if I were to call you a whore, I would be pointing one finger only to have the rest pointing back at me. I’m still too sore to retake a man after that hinoe-rank,” she smirked. “I didn’t know men from the city could be so… hung.”

You smacked her arm, laughing off the ridiculousness of your conversation. “Gods, you’re so crude. Who’ll marry you with that mouth?”

“The same type of person who’ll marry you with yours.”

The sound of your laughs echoed through the dense trees for a while as you neared the edge of the forest—the chirps and caws that resounded alongside them were clear indications of the animals lurking around you.

“You don’t think Mistress would actually be mad if she knew what we get up to, right?” Ayra said, glancing over at you. “With the slayers, I mean.”

You hummed in contemplation, though the answer came to mind quickly. “Frankly, no, not really. I’m sure she’s heard some murmurs about our occasional activities by now, and we aren’t exactly the most subtle about it. The Mistress is a lot of things, but being clueless is not one of them. If she had a problem with either of us having fun with the men, you know she would’ve said something about it by now.”

Ayra nodded, sighing deeply as you continued down the wooded path. Although to be fair, your Mistress had never genuinely seemed concerned for your purity. She nagged, and fussed, and sang her woes often about the lack of a permanent male fixture in the home and her hopes and dreams for her girls, but neither of you truly aspired to be docile, submissive, untouched wives, and despite her hopes for you all, she seemed aware of that fact. Still, despite her goals for all of you to be given away eventually, she never took on requests from your guests that demanded any of her girls perform sex for any man, primarily when their requests targeted the youngest of your home.

She’d worked hard for many years to provide you with an environment where you could embrace the fun of your youth without having to play ‘oiran’ like the less fortunate girls did in the cities. She gave you a space to enjoy the small moments of passion and joy that life offered amid all the chaos beyond your wisteria-filled trees. You had a secure—good—home and family that filled your hearts to the brim. In the times at hand, that was all you could hope for.

“Fair point, harlot,” Ayra said, blowing raspberries at you before taking off in a sprint. “The last one to the lake has to clean the baths tomorrow.”

Your protests rang through the night air as you picked up your pace, holding the wooden bucket tight to your chest as you skipped to catch up with Ayra. You met her at her side as you reached the end of the path, skidding to a halt once you cleared the lining of the trees and looked out at the vast lake before you. The lake’s noise met your ears as the steady tide rolled on, lit well by the shining full moon peeking over the backdrop of tall winding mountains and the scattered lanterns glowing along the water bank.

Neither of you dawdled then; you undressed from your garments quickly as you walked down to the lake’s edge—laying your kimonos down neatly on the dry rocks away from the calm waters.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing this,” you said, looking up at the full moon in the sky. Nude and warm from the late-summer air blowing against your bare skin.

Ayra hummed, reaching out her hand to grab hold of yours as you waded into the calm waters—going deeper into the lake until the water wrapped around your hips. Ayra was taller, but she stayed near you in the shallower end to keep you from slipping on the smooth rocks beneath your feet. You kept your hold on her hand as you dunked your body beneath the surface, dousing your skin and hair in the lukewarm stream. Ayra did the same, not letting go of your hand for a moment as she laid herself backward to soak.

“This is lovely, sister,” Ayra said, closing her eyes as her body floated on the surface. “We should come out and swim more often. During the day next time, maybe? It’s beautiful here.”

You chuckled, splashing water in her direction, which caused the brunette to shoot up onto her feet in surprise. “Mistress is more patient than she lets on, but she would hang both of our heads out as snacks for the demons if she found us nude in the daylight—for any lowly passing merchant or coal miner to see.”

Ayra scoffed, splashing water back at you and landing a big smack against your face with the waves. “Okay, you make a fair point. Now hush up and bathe,” she grinned, rolling her eyes as she walked you back into the shallower end.

She reached up to the layers of rock where you left your bathing items stacked around the lake and grabbed a small bottle from the open chest that housed your hair products.

“Here you go,” she said, squeezing some of the cleansing funori mixture into her hands before handing it over to you.

You both quickly scrubbed your scalps, pulling apart any knots you felt tangling around your coily strands, while Ayra did much of the same—running her fingers and a wide-toothed tokigushi comb through her lengthy, thick, wavy locks.

“How much longer do we have?” you asked, joining hands with your friend again as you shuffled back into the deeper section of the water. You plugged your nose, dunked your head beneath the surface to rid your hair of the cleansing balm, and came back up with a small gasp.

“Not long,” Ayra said, swapping out the cleansing balm for some soap.

She gave you a towel and the bar made from milk fat and rice bran to cleanse with while she turned your back to face hers. She tilted your head slightly to ring out the excess water in your hair while you scrubbed your skin, scrunching the curls from the bottom to solidify the shape. She rubbed some pomade into her palms and raked her hands through it, twisting the messy small sections with her fingers to define the strands.

You closed your eyes and leaned into her hands, pressed against your scalp to prevent pain from her tugging. Though she’d done your hair a million times, she always ensured that the process was painless for you. Her years of practice with your locks showed, since she finished your hair in less than three minutes. She scrunched again with her slightly sticky hands, then clapped down on your shoulders.

“Gross,” you giggled, scrubbing where her hands had touched before rinsing the soap mixture. You tossed the towel you used away into the wooden bucket nearby, then repeated the same process with Ayra. The tall, tanned girl squatted to accommodate your height, her muscular thighs and long limbs sliding into the position easily.

In comparison, doing her hair took no time at all; your hands were practiced too—not only from doing Ayra’s hair but also from helping the younger girls with their myriad of different hair textures. First, your fingers moved quickly to form two thick braids that met in the middle of the back of her head, laying down flat against the loose bottom section of her dark—nearly black—hair. Next, you lifted her hair from underneath to allow the girl easy access to her own back, not wanting to get the soap into it as she rinsed.

“You’d make a great mother one day,” Ayra whispered, the words nearly lost over the sound of the water.

You chuckled, cupping water in your hand to rinse the stray suds off her torso's slightly fuzzy expanse. “Gods. Between you and the girls and Mistress? Please. You all keep me busy enough!” you said, softly smacking her back. “Copulation is fun, very much so, but I have no intentions of being anyone’s mother soon. I have you all. My heart’s full enough.”

Ayra grinned, turning to face you again now that she had thoroughly cleaned the soap. “Fair point. Copulation with no consequences it is,” she said, holding her hand in the air as if she were holding a glass to cheers.

You rolled your eyes but mimicked the c-shape of her hand anyway. “Hear-hear!” you said, smacking your hand against your friend’s.

Ayra threw her soiled towel into the bucket with yours, then grabbed your hand again to pull you both out of the water. You jogged up over the bank of the lake back onto dry land, beelining over to your clean clothes and dry towels that were safe and untouched by the water.

“I got the white kimono for you and a black one for me,” Arya said, giving you a dry cloth to pat down your body as she smoothed the clothing. “We can at least attempt to make you look the part of virginal innocence. Men as strong as they tend to have quite the thing for dominance.”

You rolled your eyes at the young woman, smacking her backside with the towel. “Hurry and dry so we can get dressed. The wind is starting to bite and the smell of the food is starting to entice my stomach.”

Ayra heeded your words, quickly drying her skin and slipping into her own kimono with ease. She took a small jar out from the little chest she’d brought and waltzed over to you, looking down at you as she dipped her finger into the pot.

“Don’t forget this,” she said, running her lithe finger down the line of your neck, leaving a light trail of scented wisteria oil on your skin as her hand moved downward; across your collarbones, down the line of your armpits, and around the swell of your breasts. “There,” she said, eyeing her handiwork. “Now, if you decide to play with the hashira—should they be handsome and worthy of you—they’ll be just as intoxicated by your scent as they will be by your beauty.”

The warmth of a blush bloomed beneath your skin, goosebumps rising on your arms as you slipped into your kimono.

You grinned, pulling your friend into a tight hug. “You flatter me, Ayra,” you muttered against her chest. “Are you sure you don’t want to engage? What if the rumors are true about that Tengen? Do you not wish to see how he managed to woo three wives?”

Ayra sucked her teeth, scrunching her face in contemplation before she shook her head, pulling away from you as a quick “no” rushed from her lips.

“And why not?” you scoffed, looking at the admitted harlot in surprise.

“Well… because there’s one more little rumor I’ve heard about him that I dared not mention in front of Mistress… and a rumor about his dear comrade Rengoku.”

You stared her down as you tied the large sash belt on your outfit into a bow—cinching in your waist and giving the look of definition in the shape of your hips.

“And what might that be?”

“Well,” she whispered, leaning in close to your ear despite no one around you besides the squirrels in the trees. “I hear they’re both huge men, in both height and in length, so the rumors say. Even more so than that hinoe fellow, who I fear may have ruined my insides.”

Your mouth fell slack, gaping as you blinked incredulously at your housemate. “What?”

She laughed, waving her hand in the air as if it could dissipate your worries. “Oh, don’t fret dear sister, you’ll do well. I’ll be there in spirit, living vicariously through you. You’ve taken more than one man before, have you not?”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts! It will be fun, and you will live to tell the tale. Besides, rumors passed through grapevine after grapevine are almost always exaggerated. The girl at the fruit stall couldn’t possibly have meant ‘cocks like horses’ literally.”

“Ayra!”

The girl ignored you, giggling to herself as she gathered your things, rushing you along to start your trek back up to the main home.

You bent down to grab your wooden pale off of the rocks, and a ping of something rang in your heart that made the muscle’s pace quicken. You turned, squinting your eyes as you looked out past the water, and up into the mountains. The cloud cover was low, and the mountains were tall and sturdy, nearly touching the sky. Still, there in the distance were the faintest dots of yellow and pink, shining as they reflected the light from the moon.

“Come on, slowpoke!” Ayra yelled, distracting you. “I hear the crows cawing. Their masters are close. We need to be there to welcome them.”

You nodded, turning your head quickly to look up at the mountains again, but there was nothing. As quickly as you thought you’d seen something, it was gone.

Ayra groaned, complaining about the heavy weight of the items balanced in her hands. You sighed—exhaling the breath trapped in your lungs as you turned slowly away from the lake, shaking away the thought of those intense blurs of color that glared predatorily at you from off in the distance. You grabbed hands with your friend, dashing back down the path through the trees again with smiles on your faces as you went to welcome the two men—the two pillars of hope for your futures—into your home.

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[crimsonfic]

Kyojuro Rengoku- Delectable Fire

Foreign Chef Y/N

8 Chapters

Subjects: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Blood, Slight mention of abuse, Mature Language

Chapter Seven

Chapter Includes: Fluff, Angry Kyojuro 🙃, Tiny smidge of Angst, Suggestive Language, Mature Language, almost smut??

8.6k words

The image of you unconscious in his father's lap is one that Kyojuro could not get out of his head. He was terrified but his anger surpassed his fear in that he wanted to rip you from his father's arms.

However, he knew it would be unreasonable. Something was happening to you and you needed medical attention so if his father was there to help comfort you he shouldn't be mad. He should be happy. Grateful even. But there was so much rage swirling inside his chest despite how he knew he should feel.

He bent down before you, caressing your face as he looked over you.

"She's unconscious?" He asked.

"Yes she passed out, a-after she threw up again." Senji answered him.

At the sound of Senjuro's voice Kyojuro reached out and gently ruffled his hair. "Thank you for staying with her." He said. He could hear the fear in his voice and he wanted him to know everything would be okay.

"What's going on Kyojuro? What happened to her?" His father asked him, his hands still holding onto your shoulders.

"I don't know." Kyojuro answered solemnly.

"What do you mean you don't know? How could you not know?"

Rage swirled hot and heavy in Kyojuro's chest as he looked up at his father's face. He didn't like the way he was talking to him. Though it's not unusual for him to speak to him this way it was the fact that he was speaking to him this way over his girlfriend.

But this was bigger than them, so he ignored the growing anger inside of him.

"The doctor is on his way, I need to take her to my room." He spoke.

"Um, careful....I think movement made her pain worse." Senji said standing up.

That's not good. He needed to undress you and carry you, but he didn't want to make anything worse.

Carefully he slid his hand underneath your legs, watching your face to look for any discomfort as he maneuvered his arm underneath you. Once he got his other arm underneath your back he slowly began to lift you up, his father still holding onto your shoulders helping lift you with him. Once he was fully standing up, his father, with so much care, positioned you onto his shoulder. Making sure your head was cradled into his neck.

Senji watched in shock. He'd never seen his father be so gentle before. The way he made sure you were tucked into Kyojuro was so unlike him. He genuinely was concerned and worried for you. Senjuro even noticed the surprise in Kyojuro's face too.

When Kyojuro carried you away Senji readied himself to clean up but was stopped by his father.

"I've got it kiddo." He said grabbing the bucket off the floor. "Go wait for the doctor I'll clean your room."

"Yes, o-okay." Senji stuttered out of surprise before he walked out of the room.

This was insane.

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Inside the room Kyojuro struggled to be gentle with you. It was difficult to completely support you without jostling you around. He laid you flat on the floor before he pulled your dress up and off of your body, careful to keep the stained fabric from touching you. He went into the bathroom quickly, wetting a rag with warm water before coming out to wash your face for you, letting his eyes take in your features. You looked so peaceful despite what you were experiencing, he wanted to kiss you and make it all better.

He wished you could catch a break. There seemed to be something bothering you so often it really wasn't fair.

Sighing, he grabbed one of your robes before carefully sitting you up to put it on you. After tying it he picked you up carefully, laying you in the bed. Fluffing the pillows underneath your head until there was a soft knock on the door.

"The doctor is here brother." Senji called.

"Come in." Kyojuro responded.

"I hope I didn't take too long Lord Kyojuro." The doctor said sitting down across from him on your other side. "Tell me again what happened?" He opened his bag pulling out gloves.

"She threw up and said something about having pain in her lower region, it was unclear where she meant, and it appears movement makes it worse."

"Okay, so increased pain with movement, nausea and vomiting. When did it start?"

"About 30 minutes ago. Right before I came to get you."

"What was she doing before it started?"

"Nothing. Well, sitting, but then she got up to get something and when she came back it started."

"What was she doing before that?"

"We walked here."

"How was that? Was she fine? And how long was the walk?"

"About 20 minutes. She seemed fine."

"So, nothing major happened? She's just been doing some walking today. Was this more walking then usual?"

Kyojuro became exceedingly aware of Senji's presence in the room. How could he tell the doctor everything you did today without scarring him for life? Without soiling your image no less.

"It....um....it wasn't more walking than usual. But um....this is my girlfriend...." Kyojuro forced out.

"Okay..." the doctor nodded his head, waiting for Kyojuro to continue. It was clear to him he had more to say.

"We were just.....doing....boyfriend girlfriend things...earlier." He clasped his hands together in his lap.

"Oh, okay. I see lord Kyojuro. That's helpful. And how was it? I mean was it the typical stuff you do?"

Kyojuro's face was certainly blazing. This was embarrassing beyond belief with Senji in the room.

"No. More, up beat." Kyojuro cleared his throat. "More vigorous."

Ever professional, the doctor didn't even make a face at this revelation. He simply nodded.

"How long would you say it lasted? The vigorous activity."

Thinking back Kyojuro tried to be precise in his guess. He even got flustered as the images floated through his mind. "Maybe....45 minutes."

"Okay. May I?" He asked gesturing to you.

Kyojuro nodded, watching as the doctor then lifted your hand to take your pulse.

"How long has she been in this state?" he asked after a minute had gone by.

"Almost 10 minutes." Senjuro answered for him.

"Hmm...do you think you can wake her up for me?" The doctor asked Kyojuro.

He nodded again before leaning down to you. He let his fingers gently caress your cheek before moving his mouth to your ear.

"Love flame. I need you to wake up for me." He kissed just below your ear before leaving soft kisses all along the side of your face; your temple, your cheek, your jaw. "Wake up sweetheart." He whispered between kisses. It took maybe a full minute before your eyelids fluttered a bit.

"Great work Lord Kyojuro. Lord Senjuro could you get some water for Lady...?"

"Y/n." Senji finished for him. "Yes sure." He left the room quickly.

"Lord Kyojuro forgive me while I press on her belly, it may cause her some discomfort."

Kyojuro shifted himself so that he could watch as he poked and prodded at you, but kept his hand sitting atop your head, with his thumb stroking your forehead softly. When the doctor's hand pushed down on you just below your belly button, a whimper left your mouth, and your eyebrows furrowed.

It did a number on Kyojuro's heart. He wanted to pull you away and just hold you but he knew he had to let the doctor figure out what was wrong. He would have to hold you later.

The next touch evoked the same emotion from you, which made the doctor pull his hands away quickly.

The doctor rummaged through his bag before pulling out various medicines. As he mixed them you finally opened your eyes. Senji walked into the room with water, his father following behind him.

"Hi baby." Kyojuro whispered kissing your forehead. Relieved to see that you were awake.

You tried to speak but your throat was so dry so you just smiled. It was a pained smile, but you tried. Senji held the cup of water out to Kyo, who took it and held it up to your lips for you.

"Thanks." Your voice was hoarse from being unused for so long.

Kyojuro watched as you took in your surroundings. The doctor, Senji and his father standing to the left.

"Hello lady y/n, I'm Dr. Ichimura. I've got a little understanding of what's going on, so I'm mixing you a medication for the pain and your upset stomach. In just a little while I will need to do a physical exam on you that will require you to move. You think you'll be up for that?"

"S-sure."

"Don't worry. You'll take the medicine first, I expect it to work very quickly. You may feel discomfort, but nothing as bad as before."

"Okay." You nodded.

Kyojuro sat anxiously. The cup of water clutched to his chest, and the other still on your head as his eyes followed the doctors movements. He really hoped it worked, he didn't want to see you in pain like that again.

Once the doctor finished he gestured for the cup of water, mixing the medicine in with it. He handed it back to Kyo, who held it up to your lips for you.

"Let's give it about 5 minutes to kick in." The doctor said once you finished the cup. "I do have a couple of questions to ask if you think you can remember."

"Okay." You replied.

"Before the.....vigorous activity started this morning, did you feel any pain?" The doctor nodded his head slowly when he said 'vigorous activity' trying to subtly emphasize what he was talking about.

Your face was in flames as you recognized what he meant. "No. None." You replied, your voice an octave higher than usual.

"Would you say that you properly prepared and stretched for activity?"

Oh god. How could he ask you these questions with a straight face? You would never be able to be a doctor if you had to stay professional no matter what you heard or had to say.

"Yes." You winced while you answered, you really couldn't help it.

Offering a sympathetic smile he continued "during activity did anything feel unusual?"

You thought back and once it hit you, you almost freaked out. You really didn't want to answer in front of Kyojuro. It would crush him if he knew something he did caused you pain. Although he didn't cause you pain, it was more like a reaction to what he induced. You weren't sure how to describe it but you had to figure it out quick because your silence might be enough to scare him.

"Yes."

Kyojuro's head turned to you and you made sure to grab his hand. You couldn't even look at him you were so nervous to see his face.

"What was it?" The doctor asked.

"Um....at the....end. There was a.....hot burning sensation in my hips."

"Only at the end?"

"Yes?"

"What happened after?"

"I um....blacked out."

"You passed out once today already?"

"No, it wasn't...that..I don't think."

The doctor looked from you to Kyojuro. "What do you think?"

"I am not sure." Kyo replied lowering his head. His expression showing frustration.

"It was all new activity so it just felt like I was extremely tired because of it." You spoke quickly, wanting to reassure Kyo.

"Like a big finish?"

"Exactly!" You replied.

"Okay." The doctor nodded. "Is there a chance you could be pregnant?"

All you could hear was your heart hammering out of your chest. It felt like you were dunked into a large ice bath of reality. Of course there was a chance, but it felt surreal to even acknowledge that.

Kyojuro felt the same way as you. Of course that could be a possibility but you've never even once talked about children together, so it's daunting to have to answer that question realistically. However, he squeezed your hand before rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

"Mhm." You replied quickly.

"Okay. And how do you feel right now, do you think you can move?"

"Yeah." You replied in an exhale. Nervous to even begin.

"Okay. Let's start with sitting up. Can you try to sit up on your own?"

There was an uncomfortable tugging feeling in your lower abdomen but you were able to do it.

He had you squat, walk, touch your toes, and sit down, all of which caused discomfort. You were lucky the medicine he prepared really worked.

"Lord Rengoku and Lord Senjuro I have to ask that you leave the room." Dr. Ichimaru said after he and Kyojuro helped you to lay down again.

They both left without a word. He didn't speak again until the door was shut.

"For the next part I will need to do an internal examination." He waited until you nodded before he spoke. "Lord Kyojuro do you have a towel and a small wash cloth I can use?"

"Yes." Kyojuro replied as he got up to go into his bathroom.

Dr. Ichimaru lowered his voice when he spoke again. "Are you okay with Lord Kyojuro remaining in the room?"

You nodded and he stood from the floor going into the bathroom with Kyo.

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Kyojuro was just grabbing the wash cloth out of his small cabinet when Dr Ichimaru came in. "Thank you. I'll have to wet that." He said taking it from Kyojuro.

"Lord Kyojuro, I have to ask, is lady y/n your only sex partner?" He asked quietly as he ran the cloth under the faucet.

"Of course." Kyojuro responded, his eyes widened briefly in surprise.

"Forgive me, I have to ask to rule out transmissible infection." He slightly bowed.

"Yes, of course. I apologize, I didn't mean to seem offended."

"It's quite alright." He replied as he turned off the faucet.

Kyojuro followed him back into the room sitting down across from him like before.

He gave instructions to you and made sure you were comfortable before beginning his exam.

Kyojuro held your hand, rubbing circles whenever you squeezed his tightly. It was difficult for him to look at your face seeing you wince in discomfort. At one point whatever he did made you jump. However it seemed to give him a better idea of what the issue could be because he was then using an instrument to help him see something.

When he finished he apologized to you for the discomfort. After removing his gloves he went to wash his hands. When he came back he asked Kyojuro to step out of the room.

Kyojuro paced back and forth outside the door. Worried about what the doctor could be telling you that he didn't want him to hear.

When he finally came out the room he patted Kyojuro's back and gestured for him to walk with him to the door.

"She'll be fine in about a week. She just needs to rest. She should do minimal movement and stay in bed until the discomfort subsides. Get ahold of me if she needs more pain meds."

Before Kyojuro could respond his father stepped out of the kitchen. "Did you want to stay for dinner Doctor?" He asked.

"Oh no thank you Lord Rengoku, my wife already got some started before I came. You all have a goodnight. Oh, Lord Kyojuro" Dr. Ichimaru turned to face Kyojuro "45 minutes of um.....vigorous jostling is too much for a woman's.....anatomy. If it's going to be that.....rough it needs to be kept to a minimum. Maybe 10 minutes or less, if she allows it." He patted his shoulder, a slightly embarrassed but sympathetic look on his face. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Dr. Ichimaru. I'll uh....keep that mind." Kyojuro said opening the door for him. Once he made it out the gate Kyojuro closed the door.

"What did he say?" His father asked.

"Nothing."

"I'm not stupid Kyojuro."

"Oh."

A disgruntled tsk left his mouth at his son's response.

"That vigorous activity you were speaking about in the room. Does that mean what I think it does?"

Kyojuro couldn't even control the appalled look that crossed his face at his fathers intrusion. "Mind your own business!" He spat at him.

"It is my business."

"How so?" Kyojuro was sure he looked like a mad man now. There's no way he's serious.

"Because!"

"Because what? And I warn you to be careful with how you respond." Kyojuro replied folding his arms.

"Who the hell do you think you're talking to? You threatening me?"

"Um....is everything okay?" Senjuro asked, peeking around the corner.

Kyojuro let his arms drop, quickly changing his attitude at the sight of his little brother.

"Yes. Everything's fine."

Their dad stomped away back into the kitchen, grumbling about kids stepping to him.

"Is...y/n okay?" Senji asked, his eyes bright and wide with worry.

"Yes, she's okay. I'll come get you soon to see her."

"Okay. Thanks brother." He nodded.

"Of course." Kyojuro said before walking back to his room.

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"Is everything okay?" You asked Kyo as soon as he came into the room. "I heard you and your father's voices."

"Yeah everything's fine. Sorry about that. How are you feeling?" Kyojuro kneeled down beside you, caressing your cheek gently.

"Gross. Is it okay if I brush my teeth and shower?" You told him with a smile.

"You can take a bath, no shower. Let me get it ready for you and then I'll come back to get you."

"Okay." You nodded. Smile still on your face.

You watched as he walked into the bathroom and sighed. You were still feeling quite embarrassed about getting sick and everything. You felt like such a nuisance, a thorn in his side, and it was clear his tension was back. After everything you planned to help him relax, you turned around and messed it up. Tomorrow was your last hope. Thank Goodness Kyojuro didn't know what you had planned so it couldn't be canceled.

You were in your thoughts about how you could fix it when Kyo came back out. He didn't say anything as he scooped you into his arms before carrying you into the bathroom. He sat you down on your feet in front of the sink before handing you your toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Thank you Kyo." You said before you began brushing.

"Yeah." He replied.

You watched him through the mirror. He was not in a good mood. He seemed to be deep in thought and angry, his eyes on the ground and his arms crossed. Despite what was happening with you, you were determined to turn the evening around. After brushing your teeth you walked over to the tub.

Kyojuro's head snapped up. "Let me help."

"I've got it Kyo. I just have to step in."

He moved to stand behind you, kissing the top of your head. "No." He said before reaching around you to untie your robe. He pulled it off letting it drop to the floor, then he lifted you into the tub. You unintentionally squealed at the suddenness. He only placed his hands underneath your arms and picked you up like it was nothing. You know it should no longer surprise you but it never fails.

You heard him gasp and was about to turn around to see what the problem was but his hands stopped you. His touch against your bruise making you wince silently.

"That's......from me." His voice sounded far away. It made you feel so sad to hear him sound so opposite of how he usually spoke.

You turned around and pulled his hand up to your chest, holding his between both of yours almost in a pleading manner. "Get in with me."

"I don't think I should."

"Why not?"

He kept his eyes lowered, looking anywhere but at you.

"Don't." You said, imitating him, which immediately made him look at you.

"Please get in with me." You told him again.

He lightly sighed but began removing his clothes. You kept your eyes on his face, observing the way he was in stuck in his mind. When he stepped in he immediately pulled you into his arms before sitting down with you between his legs.

You sighed as you laid your head back on his shoulder. You didn't say anything for awhile, as you were just enjoying the aroma and feel of the water surrounding you.

"I'm sorry Sweetest." Kyojuro's voice spoke softly in your ear.

"Don't be. I'm okay."

He sighed heavily. "You literally are not."

"It's just a bruised cervix and tear. I'll be back to normal soon."

"That's not a small matter. The pain was so bad you were throwing up. That's not okay and it isn't normal."

"I understand. What I mean is I'll be fine soon, and that I don't want you to blame yourself."

"I did it."

"I asked you to."

"You....Did you really just say that?"

"Yeah."

Kyojuro sighed deeply. "I don't like the way your words are making me feel."

You turned your head to look at him. It took a second for him to let his eyes meet yours but when they did it took your breath away. The anger there surprised you.

He quickly closed his eyes shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I'm not mad at you I just....I'm mad at myself, and I want to apologize without you pretending I have nothing to apologize for."

"Okay." You whispered.

When he opened his eyes back up they were calm but they immediately widened when he saw tears in yours.

"What's the matter, are you hurting?"

You shook your head no.

"What is it?"

"I just...." you let your voice trail off. Your tears surprising you.

Kyojuro waited. His eyes taking in every inch of your face.

"I just....don't want you to be sad. Or mad. Or to feel bad about what happened. I was supposed to be making you happy today but I did the opposite and I'm sorry." You pushed your tears away but one managed to slip down.

"What is happening? Are you apologizing to me?" Kyojuro spoke with disbelief coloring his tone.

You nodded your head.

He let out a confused laugh. He was surprised that you were feeling bad about him apologizing to you.

"I don't even know what to say."

"Just forgive me."

"What? For what? You didn't do anything."

"I stressed you out. I ruined everything cause I got hurt-"

"Stop." Kyojuro said quietly, but it still was enough for you stop talking.

"Do you hear yourself right now? You're apologizing to me because I hurt you."

"No because I got sick."

"You...got sick....because I hurt you." Kyojuro emphasized slowly.

After a few seconds of silence, staring at each other you spoke "You di-"

Kyojuro put his finger over your lips, shushing you.

"Sweetheart. Please. Listen to me for a second. Just listen. And when I am done, the only thing you can respond with is yes or no. Okay?"

"Okay." You nodded.

"You did not ruin my day. You made today great and really special. You made me feel appreciated and I love you for that. You and Senji were the highlights of my day. However, because you were hurt on the same day, does not mean it was ruined. It does not mean you messed it up. The only thing you did to me today, was make me happy. Do you understand?"

You stared wide eyed at him. He didn't say anything else as he waited for you to respond. He didn't even rush you as he stared back at you.

"Y-yes."

"Good." He smiled slightly. "Now, one more time I need you to listen, and you can only respond if you respond directly to my question."

"Okay." You nodded again.

"I am so sorry for being so rough with you today. I know you asked me to....fuck...you, but hurting you and bruising you are not synonymous to that. I should've never held you that tightly and I should've been more careful. I am sorry for causing you pain. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me for causing this outcome?"

"I can." You replied.

"Thank you love flame."

You smiled at the new nickname. "I like that one. You're welcome."

"You do? Well I'll keep it in rotation." A small smile appeared on his lips.

"I need to come up with better nicknames for you."

"What's wrong with Kyo and King?"

"Ohhh, you like King huh?" You wiggled your eyebrows playfully making him laugh loudly. With a shrug of his shoulders he replied "I do."

"Alright. I'll keep them. I guess they're good enough."

"Mhm." Kyojuro smiled leaning in for a kiss. You so graciously returned it. Your tongues danced against eachother as you both let your love speak through the kiss. You felt grateful for the shift in the mood. It made it so easy for you to get lost in his touch.

"How are you feeling?" He asked you once you separated, his forehead resting against yours.

"Better. You?" You replied, a bit breathless from the kiss you shared.

"Same."

You sat together until the water cooled off. Kyojuro dried you off and dressed you in a slip and robe before carrying you back to the bedroom.

"I told Senji I'd come get him to see you. Are you feeling up to it?"

"Of course."

"Okay. I'll be back." Kyojuro said before kissing your head and leaving the room.

When he came back he was carrying a tray. Senji followed behind him, his hands clasped behind his back.

"How are you feeling y/n?" He asked sitting down next to the bed.

"Better." You replied holding your arms out to him for a hug. He moved into the bed, and hugged you tightly.

"I was so worried y/n." He cried.

"I know, I'm sorry for worrying you Senji, I'm doing much better and I'll be back to normal soon, I promise. Don't cry." You said soothing him with back rubs.

He tried to calm himself down. Nodding his head as he held onto you tightly.

"I was really scared." He said quietly through his sniffles.

"I know, I'm so sorry." You were crying too now. Knowing it was frightening on a deeper level for him to see you that way. You sat holding him until he quieted down, not the least bit concerned about his tears all over you.

When he was better, you three ate together and talked up until Senji was too sleepy and ready for bed.

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Kyojuro's POV

I was finishing up washing the dishes y/n and I used for lunch when I heard a knock at the door. I went to open it only to find Tengen standing at the other side.

"Hello Flame Hashira!" Tengen smiled at me. His arms crossed.

"Hello Tengen. What are you doing here?"

"What? I'm here for you of course."

"Now isn't really a good time for visitors."

"Why is that? It's mid-day and you're free. You're gonna hurt my feelings here soon Kyojuro."

"I'm not free. Something came up."

"Hm, does y/n know this? Where is she?"

"She's here, why-"

"Oh then I demand to see her." Tengen said pushing his way past me into the house.

It's not surprising that he would just barge in this way, but I'm not sure y/n is up for visitors.

Sighing I responded to him after watching him close the door himself and take his shoes off, carrying them in his hand as he stared at me expectantly.

"Let me see if she's up for it." I told him before walking down the hall. He followed me closely.

I cracked the door just a bit. "Sweetest, Tengen is here. He demands to see you after telling him I couldn't entertain him-"

She gasped as a smile appeared on her face.

"Go let him in please." She said happily.

"But-"

"You heard her, let me in." Tengen laughed tapping my shoulder.

Sighing I opened the door and stepped inside, Tengen practically pushing me.

"Nice to see you y/n, your Flamey boyfriend tried to send me away, it almost hurt my feelings." He said moving to stand next to the bed.

"I'm sorry about that. I haven't told him you were coming because I wanted it to be a surprise. He wasn't expecting you." She smiled as she spoke to him.

"Oh I see. He tried to tell me some trash about something coming up that needed his attention."

"Oh, well...he's not lying. Something did happen but it's fine now. He can still have his day."

I looked between them confused. Have my day? What on earth are they talking about?

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I asked Tengen to come spar with you today because Senji told me how you get days leading up to sumo tournaments wanting to fight and stuff and I know you wouldn't have to hold back with Tengen so, oh, plus you train when you want to relieve tension so here he is. I got you your own dummy." She laughed gesturing to Tengen, who wasn't offended at all by her words as he struck a pose.

"The best dummy around. Except I fight back as required."

I thought back to how pissed off I must've been for her to plan these stress relief days for me. For her to even notice I had so much pent up frustration means I really did need to let it out. I felt my heart tug at the idea of unintentionally letting off too much steam while I was in bed with her. Maybe if I did this first she wouldn't be in so much pain because me.

She's such an amazing lover. Thinking of me this way. So sweet and thoughtful.

Overcome with feelings of love and appreciation I simply nodded. Not trusting myself to speak in case something too personal came out in front of Tengen.

"Uh oh. I know that look. I can step out and wait for you two to finish." Tengen wiggled his eyebrows at us.

Y/n laughed but I could see that she was blushing. She's so beautiful. And Tengen's right, I'd absolutely devour my sweet honeybun right now but I should wait until he leaves, I wouldn't want her to feel embarrassed if I actually made him wait.

"Come Sound Hashira, let us begin." I said before I lost my resolve. I bent to give y/n a kiss before leading Tengen out of the house to the garden.

"Would you like me to leave the doors open Sweetest?" I asked her as we stepped onto the veranda.

"Yes please I'd like to watch." She smiled beautifully at me.

"Ooh, you didn't tell me your sweet pea was a dirty girl." Tengen laughed.

"Shutup Tengen!" Y/n playfully glared at him, causing me to laugh.

"Okay, do you need me to bring you anything?" I asked smiling at her.

"No I'm okay. Have fun." She said with a wave, her smile still glowing.

"Okay." I sighed. She was honestly perfect.

As I led Tengen down into the garden his large hand clamped on my shoulder.

"Cheer up flame, you'll see her soon."

I laughed. I didn't realize I looked so forlorn already.

"Thanks for adhering to my love flame's wishes."

"Ooh, that's a new one. I like that for her! How do you come up with these flashy names? But of course. I couldn't possibly tell her no, especially after she sent us those muffins. My wives practically pushed me out the door for her then." He laughed.

The imagery made me laugh too. She really did make excellent muffins, so I can understand. I'd trade him for muffins too.

"Now how are we doing this?" Tengen asked when I stopped walking.

I gestured with my hands before readying myself.

"Okay. I see. Face is off limits though."

"Of course."

"Alright flame, don't expect me to go easy on you."

"I don't."

"Good, don't go easy on me either."

"I have to." I laughed.

"Why is that?"

"Don't want to send you into an early retirement."

A dark chuckle left Tengen's lip as he finally readied himself. "Don't underestimate me flame."

I didn't leave room for him to speak another word before I threw my first blow. I almost instantly felt better as we began trying to lay the other out.

Tengen was the perfect partner for this as he didn't get tired. We could fight for hours. And that's exactly what we did. I felt my anger, frustration and regret leave me as excitement took its place.

We were fighting for maybe 3 hours when I noticed my father was talking to y/n. I stopped when I saw that he was giving her gifts. The smile on her face was beautiful and polite. The smile on his, made me sick. When he handed her the bouquet of flowers she smelled them, sighing at their scent and admiring their beauty. He left the room to get a vase I'm assuming because he was back in less than a minute, which also meant he was rushing or had one prepared.

"Uh...you want to fight or talk? You would never stop mid fight to glare at your father. That's unlike you. What's up?"

I sat down where I stood, signaling I wanted to talk.

"I think my father likes y/n."

"Huh? Isn't that ideal." Tengen said.

"No. I mean likes her the way I like her."

Tengen's eyes shot up to the room then back to me.

"What makes you say that? Is that why you've been so tense she even noticed?"

"Yeah. He started acting differently when he met her. He became nicer, and more present."

"No offense Kyojuro, but isn't he supposed to behave that way around a lady?"

"That's what I thought it was at first, but then he started to ask when she was coming over, and anticipating her arrival. He began cooking and cleaning. Hanging out with us, sitting with us at dinner."

Tengen crossed his arms as he seemed to think about what I said.

"Idk flamey, that's not convincing enough. It sounds like he wanted to make a good impression on his son's girlfriend, which make sense. And considering no one knows how he's been, he probably didn't want her to see him in his usual state. But what's up with the flowers and treats? That may sway me to see things your way if they're just because gifts." He said gesturing to them with his head.

"This is fine. She's injured so flowers and treats are expected, I'm okay with that. Bu-"

"Injured? What happened to her?" Tengen asked finally sitting down next to me.

I crossed my arms as I contemplated telling him. My eyes still on y/n and my father.

"I was too rough with her."

Tengen didn't say anything but I could feel him looking at me, waiting for me to continue.

Sighing, I decided to just tell him. "I was too rough with her in bed. I pushed her....well....I caused some damage to her cervix. The result was her not being able to walk without intense pain, pulling, and some nausea."

"Excuse me? What type of dick do- you know what nevermind. You're flashier than even me at most things but I refuse to have the imagery of your- yeah no. no. But.....that's, unfortunate. I do hope she um....recovers soon." He said after clearing his throat. "But try not to be too hard on yourself, it's sensitive down there, it could've happened to anyone."

"She threw up and passed out. I woul-"

The sound of Tengen choking on his spit made me cease speaking. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"What kind of monster do you have down there?!" He ground out between his coughs.

"Oh, that reminds me. He said that what we did, the rough sex, was his business."

"Wait.....what?" Tengen looked appalled, much like how I looked last night.

"Yeah." I shook my head. I need to ask him what he meant by that.

"Tell me everything, verbatim." Tengen said to me, a note of seriousness in his voice.

I recalled to him the whole conversation.

"Hmm...that is a very questionable remark."

When I let my eyes drift back to y/n I almost choked on my own spit. Why was my father touching her?

I stood up quickly, making my way to the veranda. I could hear y/n's giggle and even something similar from my dad. It was gross.

"Sweetest, you could've called me in, are you hurting?" I said to her once I made it onto the veranda.

"I'm fine Kyo, your dad just offered to be nice." She smiled at me.

Red filled my vision as I watched his hands grip and glide over her legs and feet.

"Good Afternoon Mr. Rengoku. It's nice to see you again."

He only nodded to Tengen, as if he couldn't be bothered taking his attention from my dumpling.

"Your dad got me some daifuku, do you guys want some? You've been out there for a long time." She smiled looking between Tengen and I as she held the box out to us.

"Oh thanks." Tengen replied taking one. "That was really nice of you. Now I know who to call if I end up bedridden." He joked turning his attention to my father.

"Sure." He replied absently. Eyes focused on y/n's leg.

"Father could I speak to you outside for a moment?" I asked him.

"I'm busy right now, it can wait."

"It's okay." Y/n said pulling her leg back from his reach. A small smile on her face, one that I could recognize as worry.

My father gave her a smile before standing up and walking past me. We headed out just far enough where our conversation wouldn't be fully audible.

"What do you think you're doing? For what reason are you touching y/n?"

"Oh please, I can touch her."

"This is my last time asking you. Do you have something to tell me?"

"No."

I took a breath to calm myself, but it didn't work.

"Keep your hands off of her."

"I wouldn't have to touch her if you were being a better boyfriend."

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me! If you weren't so busy hurting her maybe I could teach you-"

"Hey, maybe you two shouldn't fight in front of y/n" Tengen said his hand on my shoulder. I quickly let go of my father's collar that I hadn't even realized I grabbed.

"What's wrong with you Kyojuro." My father gritted between his teeth.

"You very well know what's wrong with me. I'm not going to tolerate you disrespecting me any longer, this is your last chance to admit your intentions."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He growled his hands coming up to push me back but Tengen put his arm between us, making my father stop his movements.

"Go ahead and finish your previous sentence." I told him.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea Mr. Rengoku." Tengen interjected. "Let's maybe separate."

"No." I interjected, waiting for my father to speak. I never put my hands on my father, I've never disrespected him, but today I would gladly hurt him the second he says what I think he was. "Go ahead and tell me what you can teach me, regarding my girlfriend."

"Gladly. I was saying I could teach you how to look for signs of pregnancy! You buffoon!" He poked my chest roughly, and while there was anger in his tone it wasn't in his eyes.

Tengen let his arm drop from between us, a dumbfounded look on his face as he slightly stepped back.

"What?" I asked.

"You heard me Kyojuro." He said. "Listen. You've never brought a woman home before. And when you did, you brought a gorgeous, talented, and nurturing one. It kind of made me remember things I didn't want to and it made me feel shame. Someone else's presence making me see I've been neglectful. When I met her, I felt right away that your mother would like her. She would adore her. She's the kind of person she would-.....well...anyway, I...wanted to get to know her. And when I did I was pleased. I thought she would carry the name well and gift me with grandchildren. Which I uh....I didn't know I wanted any but....apparently I do. So.....you need to be more careful with her. I care about her well being. She's family."

"And I know I haven't been a good father for a long time but I will make it up to you. If you can forgive me."

I think I stood there in shock for a solid minute. This went in a completely different direction than I anticipated.

"I'm sorry if I've been upsetting you, I just wanted to make sure she felt at home."

I opened my mouth and closed it back. I really didn't know what to say.

"After knowing what happened, if she wasn't pregnant before, she's definitely pregnant now what with you bursting through her-"

Tengen’s laughboomed throughout the whole garden. He laughed so hard tears were in his eyes.

My Father wore a confused yet amused expression on his face. "I'm being serious."

Howling, attempting to stop his laughter Tengen leaned over onto his hands and knees. "You two really....are bad with expressing yourselves." He said between his laughter. "Absolutely no forethought. Wow must be hereditary. All of this could've been avoided."

"Excuse me." My father huffed at Tengen. "Watch yourself."

Tengen only laughed harder before he finally ceased all together. "So what's up with you massaging her legs and stuff though?"

"Oh, I wanted to get a good look at her ankles, see if there was any swelling. Could be a sign of pregnancy."

"O…kay. It's getting weird. I'm gonna go talk to y/n, where it's normal." Tengen said before turning to walk away.

I was still so dumbstruck I didn't know what to say. I felt bad that I thought my father was trying to take y/n from me. But then again, I realize, I don't really know what type of man he is.

"I....apologize. I wanted to hurt you." I told him.

His eyes widened before he gritted his teeth. "For what?"

"I thought you liked y/n. Inappropriately."

"What?" He gasped.

"Yeah."

"I wouldn't....that's....I can't believe....well...I....just wouldn't do that. I am your father." He crossed his arms tightly over his chest.

"I know." After a few seconds of silence I spoke again. "So....you want grandchildren?"

He stuttered a bit, nervously, as he scratched the top of his head.

"I do."

Seconds of silence before he spoke again. "I -uh....do you want kids? I guess I shouldn't get carried away." He said.

A question I've never been asked yet. A question I haven't even asked myself yet. I thought about the love my father previously showed us, the love of my mother, the hopefulness and love that always remained in Senji's eyes despite how cruel he could be to him, the way I feel about my mother, the way I feel about Senji.

"I'm not sure." I answered truthfully.

"I understand. And I'll....uh....I'll back off."

"Hmm." I laughed lightly. "Don't. It's okay now that I understand."

He smiled slightly. "Okay."

There was still a bit of awkwardness in the air between us but it was welcome as it signaled change.

"You know, your mother and I had our fair share of vigorous-"

"Do not finish that sentence Father." I squeezed my eyes shut trying to burn the sentence he started from my mind.

His hearty laugh sounded in my ears. I haven't heard it in years, and as I listened it made me feel comfortable.

"Let's just say us Rengoku men have to be a lot more careful then others my son." He laughed putting his hand on my shoulder.

"That's disgusting." I told him walking away, not wanting to hear anything else.

He followed behind me back into my room. Though his words were not welcome, his laughter was, which is the only reason I'm smiling.

"Ah, you two finish?" Tengen asked taking one of y/n's mochi's from the box sitting between them.

"Is everything okay?" She asked me a worried look in her eye.

"Yes. Everything is fine." I told her.

She looked relieved, letting out a short breath of air.

My father walked past me to sit back in front of y/n at the bottom of the bed just like before. Her right leg was still out from underneath the cover.

"Is it okay if I show Kyojuro the swelling I was talking about earlier?" My father asked her gesturing to her foot.

"Sure." She nodded.

"Look." My dad gestures for me to step closer. "Right here, is the telltale sign, it'll get puffy, but it will be barely recognizable unless you look at it from this angle. Oh and when she takes off her socks, there will be a line indent for sure." He spoke quietly.

"Mr. Rengoku, I really don't think you have to worry, I won't be down for long, plus I can get up if I really have to."

"Yes I hear you y/n." He said patting her foot gently.

I couldn't help but laugh at the exchange. He was very serious about this ankle stuff.

"Man, you've stumbled into a weird family. But let me ask, you still trust big flame over there after he almost broke your walls?"

"Tengeeeen." She slightly groaned pinching his arm.

"I'm just messing with you sweet pea." He laughed immediately after she hit him in the arm.

"About, how big would you say he is down there? For research purposes." Tengen asked lowering his voice.

"His dad is here Tengen, Jesus!" She whisper yelled.

"Oh you don't even want to know how much he doesn't care. And you know Kyojuro doesn't get embarrassed, so just tell me." Tengen answered.

I laughed loudly. He was right. But he was making my love flame flustered, I could see it in her eyes.

"Okay Tengen back outside." I said pulling him away from her.

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"How does Tengen not embarrass you?" Y/n asked me while we were laying in bed.

"I don't know."

"He's like the inappropriate big brother you cant invite anywhere because you don't know how he'll act."

"I understand." I laughed.

She sighed turning on her side to face me.

"What's wrong?

"You're just.....like the coolest person I've ever met."

If she could hear the way my heart stuttered at her words and the adoring look in her eyes, she wouldn't think that.

"Thank you." I told her

She smiled brightly and nodded her head. "Did you have a good day?"

"Yes I did. Did you?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure." Her brows furrowed together quickly.

"It's just that you weren't able to do anything fun. Like cook."

She laughed lightly, her gaze softening. "Cooking isn't my only hobby."

"What are your other hobbies?"

"You." She grinned.

"Is that so?"

"Yes. And I had a lot of fun watching you today so problem solved."

We both stared at each other silently, not moving or saying anything else for a few seconds.

"You took your medicine for the night right?"

"Yes."

"So you're not feeling any pain or discomfort?"

"Right."

I closed the small distance between us by kissing her on her soft honey lips. It was so easy to spend minutes kissing her, she was so soft and sweet here, but what I really wanted was something else.

Gently I pushed her onto her back hovering over her. She pulled me, wanting me to lay against her but I had to refuse. It made me feel bad, but I would make it up to her later. Pulling away from her I moved down her body, ignoring her as she reached for me.

"I wasn't done." She slightly whined.

"Sorry sweetheart. I'll be back." I said as I gently spread her legs. I would very much love to put them up so I could get a better view of her but I had to be gentle. I hurt her enough already.

I sighed deeply seeing that she was already so wet for me. "Always so welcoming to me." I mumbled before allowing myself a taste of the sweetest nectar.

It was difficult not to "tease her" as she calls it. But it was an okay sacrifice to see how beautifully she came undone before me. It was a short amount of time, but it was worth it.

As I made my way back up to her as promised, she attacked my lips with her own. Nipping and sucking at my lips. I smiled at the eagerness my dumpling was expressing. She makes me feel so desired and it did a lot to boost my ego and I couldn't even deny it. Like when she called me King. I could feel myself growing stiff at the thought of her talking to me so sweetly and complimenting me the way she does.

"Kyo, can you...um...make love to me?" She said between kisses.

"What?" I pulled back looking at her confused.

"You heard me." She said leaning up to catch my lips.

"Absolutely not." I said against her lips.

Gasping, she pulled back. "Are you telling me no?"

"Yes. I'm telling you no."

She gasped louder, causing me to laugh. "I'm sorry Sweetest but I can't."

"But it's numb down there it shouldn't hurt."

I really didn't mean to laugh louder, because I could tell she was serious.

"I'm so sorry love flame, that's not how it works."

"Kyo, let's just try."

"No sweetheart."

"Ugh, fiiiine." She sighed.

I kissed her all over her face, apologizing and promising that I'll make it up to her as soon as she was healed.

"You know I have no problem enjoying you again, would you like that?

"No that's okay." She sighed.

"Why?"

She giggled softly. "I just wanted to see if you would tell me no."

Now it was my turn to gasp. "What?"

Now she was full blown laughing. "Yeah."

She truly was in a fit of laughter, I stared down at her only slightly amused.

"Okay." I said moving off of her before pulling her to my chest.

She wrapped her arms around me. "I love you King Kyo."

There goes my heart again.

"I love you too Sweetest."

She snuggled closer to me, tucking her head further into my neck. I began rubbing my hands up and down her back. After a few seconds she sighed.

Before I could ask what was wrong she said "I love you so much. I want to be with you forever."

It felt like someone dropped me in a box full of butterflies.

When I tried to pull back to look at her she burrowed her head further into my neck.

"Are you trying to hide?"

"No." She sniffled.

"Are you crying?"

"Yes." She hiccuped.

I laughed at her cuteness. "I love you and I want to be with you forever too Sweet Pea."

She cried more noticeably, shaking in my arms and sniffling.

"Aww pudding." I smiled. "Don't cry, there there." I said patting her butt gently, before hearing her laugh.

"There you go."

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[dearbaji]

A Birthday Date (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader)

Requested! I hope you have a happy birthday!!

CW: soft, fluffy, absolute mush, 873 words

   The Rengoku Estate hummed with busy bodies, preparing the house for your arrival. Kyojuro calmly stirs a cake batter in the kitchen, his demeanor the opposite of his thoughts. He’s made a list of things he needs to do and things he’s already completed, along with tasks given to his brother. Senjuro runs to the doorway, broom in hand. “Brother! The floors are swept and the pillows are fluffed!” he states excitedly, waiting for his next task. “Thank you Senjuro, now can you take the flowers over there and spread them outside?” Kyoujuro asked, grateful for his little brother’s help. 

  Senjuro dashes off again, the promise of being able to help to decorate the cake motivating him. You weren’t meant to arrive until later in the afternoon, but he still felt pressed for time. He pours the cake batter into the pan, setting it up before he gets started on your bentos. Kyojuro planned a fun picnic date for your birthday, including your favorite side dishes and a cake that he practiced making for the past couple of weeks. Senjuro was his loyal taste tester, letting him know if it was too sweet or too dry.

  He checks the cake a final time before taking it out of the oven, letting it cool. Senjuro brings back an empty basket, letting Kyojuro know he’s done. Kyojuro pats his little brother’s head, telling him to wash his hands so they can start cutting the fruit.

  Skillfully, Kyojuro slices the fruit into heart shapes, using the edible leftover scraps to make smiley faces. Senjuro ends up making a bunch of random shapes but they still go on the cake. When they’re done, Kyojuro collects the skins and peels to make syrups and candies later. The cake is put away, bento boxes set up, and the homemade tea sits on the counter, all ready for Rengoku to pack. You’re only going to a grassy area near his estate, but he wants to be prepared.

  He double checks everything: making sure the mat is under the blanket correctly so the grass won't bother you, the flower petals lead from the dirt pathway to the picnic area, the umbrella is secured and won’t fly away, etc. The view of the trees and flowers perfectly complete his set up.

  His crow caws, letting him know you were arriving. He meets you at the top of the dirt walkway, offering his arm. Kyojuro leads you to the area he set up. “Why are there only petals over here?” you question. “I promised you when we started dating that as long as you’re with me you wouldn’t have to worry about anything. I’ll make sure that you’ll always walk on a flower path,” Kyojuro answers you, voice booming. As you approach the blanket you see everything he prepared. “Kyojuro, this is stunning!” you say, eyes darting to every detail. “Only the best for you angel.” He helps you sit down, making sure you’re comfortable before sitting down himself. Before you open the bentos, he hands you his gift and a card. “Happy birthday my love,” he blushes slightly, hoping you’d like the gift. You thank him and unroll the relatively large paper, revealing a portrait of you and him. It’s so beautifully done, the details spot on, including his two-tone eyes. He tells you about the artist, one of the best in the village. They even painted his parents’ wedding portrait. “I’m definitely hanging this up in my room,” you tell him. Thanking him with a kiss, you let him open your bento. He picks your favorite side dish first, asking you to open your mouth, putting the food on your tongue. “Hmmm, this is delicious! You made it?” you ask, opening your mouth for more. He chuckles and picks up more food, giving it to you. “With some help from Senjuro.” You pick up his bento and go to feed him, putting a little too much food on the utensil. He accepts it and covers his mouth, thanking you.

  Before it gets too dark, Kyojuro uncovers the cake and lights the candle. “Make a wish my love,” he says, waving the match to extinguish the flame. You close your eyes for a while then blow out the candle, exposing the darkened wick. When you open your eyes you look at Kyojuro. “Oh look! It already came true,” you say, smiling brightly at him. He returns the smile and starts to cut the cake. Before he could try to feed you again, you offer him a fork full of cake. As he chews, you wipe a stripe of icing onto his nose. He does the same to you, both of you doubling over in laughter.

  The moon rises and the fireflies emerge, making the surrounding area look exactly like the night sky. One lands on your knee and you try not to move. Rengoku picks it up and holds it in his palm before it flies away again. “I had a lot of fun today Kyo, thank you,” you say, turning to look at him. He studies your face, replying, “I'm glad. Happy birthday honey. I love you.” You move to rest your head on his shoulder, whispering, “I love you more.”

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[shadowofroses]

Opening Up Part 2

Demon Slayer

Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

Warning: Female anatomy, fluff, Reader has emotional trauma to get over, Self projecting myself, Insecurities

Previously

Summery: Inspired by @comatosebunny09 and her Animal crossing Kyojuro, (and I lost this post so I am recreating) Getting back home reader is settling in for the night when Kyojuro brings flowers and takes her out for a surprise date.

Part 2:

You had gotten home not long ago. You went to set a tea pot on the stove to heat up while putting a brick of Ramen in a bowl. The sun had went down a while ago, and you needed to get to work on the Scalemaille shirt. It had been a week since you started dating Kyojuro. A week since you gave him the previous chainmaille shirt. 

There was a knock on the door as your teapot blew. You turned off the stove and took it off the burner, before going to the door. Looking through the peephole you saw a flaming head of hair. You tried not to squeal in excitement finding Kyojuro at the door. You slapped your face and took a deep breath.

This was just another honeymoon phase, you’d grow out of it, and he’ll see that you weren’t worth the time. 

Yeah that was enough to sober you up. 

You opened the door and you smiled at the ball of Sunshine at the door. It was hard to think negative with him burning his way into your life. “Kyojuro? Is everything okaaAAAAY!?” your eyes widened when a bright bouquet of flowers popped into your face. Your heart felt like it was going to explode from his thoughtfulness. “Oh my…What’s this?” 

Kyojuro lowered the flowers and beamed at you, “Flowers for you of course!”

You don’t deserve this…

You gave a nervous laugh, as you took them, “This wasn’t necessary…” Oh! He even had them in a Vase?

Kyojuro’s hair fluffed as he kept your eyes on your form, “I know it wasn’t, but I wanted to!” He rocked back on his heels as you placed them on the counter, “I saw them and I wanted to get them, because they reminded me of you!” 

You blinked, taken back by that, “How so?” 

“They reminded me of the feeling I get when I’m around, as if my heart is bursting with joy!” Kyojuro announced with a closed eyed smile, and you felt as if you got hit by a truck of emotions, and your eyes watered a little. Kyojuro’s eyes opened and saw you wipe your eyes. Instantly he closed the distance, and surrounded you with a warm embrace. He knew he didn’t say anything wrong, and he wasn’t going to take it back or apologize. He looked around and saw the Ramen noodles in a bowl, and the steaming teapot. “Would you like to go out to eat?” 

“I don’t need to, I was just making Ramen…”

Kyojuro’s nose twitched, “Let me rephrase. We’re going out to eat!”  While he disliked the idea of telling you what to do, it did feel different than doing so. 

Accept it, it’ll make him happy.

You lifted your head, and gave him a smile, “Alright. Lead the way Wonderboy.”

Kyojuro grabbed your jacket and helped you put it on, his lips quirked up at the name. “Wonderboy?” 

You gave a slight giggle as you allowed the man to escort you from your apartment and down the stairs. “For some reason you’re reminding me of the Disney Hercules.”

Kyojuro’s face softened at that, “So that would make you my Meg then!” He watched as your face blush a little at that, but he couldn’t help but find the comparison accurate. 

My Meg? 

“I guess.” You shrugged trying not to think much of it. Kyojuro wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close at that. You couldn’t help but feel as if you were floating on a cloud just simply rotating around your sun. 

The two of you went out to eat, you had some Sushi while he had about twelve plates of Tempura. Out of each plate Kyojuro held food in his chopsticks, waiting patiently inches away from your mouth.  A bite from each plate, making sure you had enough. In turn you fed him a piece of your sushi. DELICIOUS! After every bite. 

You repeated his line when all the food was finished, and he gave a boyish grin.  You went to pull out money to pay for your part of the meal, and Kyojuro vehemouthly shook his head, “I already paid for it!” Giving him a look as if he grew a second head, he couldn’t help but to laugh. He stood up and reached out for your hand, waiting for you to grasp it. Which you did. He helped you up with ease. “Now for our date!”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water, “Was this not one?” 

Kyojuro only laughed more. “I mean sure if you want it to be! But I had something better in store!” Taking a bus, the two of you arrived in Shibuya, at the Cosmo Planetarium. You stood frozen as he tried to drag you in, he looked back at you confused for a bit. “Something wrong?” 

“How…did you…” You questioned wide eyed, wondering how he knew about your interest in Space. 

Kyojuro smiled softly and tugged on your hand again. “When you asked to switch seats on the plane at night! You didn’t sleep and you stared at the sky with a smile the whole time!”

You were dumbfounded, allowing him to drag you along, and into the building, paying for a show. “How…did you know I didn’t sleep?” 

Kyojuro only stared forward, as the two of you found some seats to watch the sky being projected onto the ceiling. “You got up to use the restroom a couple of times, and I’m a light sleeper while on flights!”

You bothered him during the flight. 

“Sorry about that…” you responded sheepishly, Kyojuro only held your hand tighter. 

“If I was bothered, I would have stayed by the window!” Kyojuro announced, shaking his head. Almost as if he could read your mind. You leaned against him, resting your head against his shoulder. 

He remembered something from five months ago?!

The both of you are looking up and watching the show.  Meteor showers, zooming past Mars, you held onto Kyojuro’s arm. 

You don’t deserve him. 

Your chest tightened at that. 

But I want to deserve him.

You tilted your head and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, causing him to look at you owlishly for a moment, “Thank you.” Which turned into another boyish grin and a light blush, and only a hum in response.   

[comatosebunny09]

Spooky 👻

Day 2 of Softober. Yes, I know I skipped a day. 😭 Warnings: Implied Naughtiness, Modern AU

A recognizable voice rings through the quiet house, followed by the front door closing softly behind it. You giggle from your position, crouched beneath dress shirts and coats in the darkness. You secure your knees to your warm bosom, preparing to expel the mischief you’ve conjured. 

The striking aroma of mahogany permeates the air. Your hair grazes your shoulder, the oversized dress shirt spilling off your arms and covering your fingers. Your toes curl into the fuzzy, beige carpet, anticipation coloring your veins. Light gushes in through the slits of the sliding door, bathing you in ivory stripes. Measured footsteps follow a wary call of your name. And as the home’s other resident draws closer to your location, you know it has to be now.

You swallow your apprehension, your heart thrumming wildly in your ears. You throw the door open, a crisp rush of air staining your bare legs. You leap from the wardrobe, a childlike growl bubbling forth from your lips, your fingers curled into makeshift claws. A very startled Rengoku Kyojuro stares at you with alarmed, golden eyes. You can’t help but laugh at the spectacle. If possible, he looks even more owl-like, mouth ajar, hair fluffed. Never in a million years would you have imagined catching your boyfriend off guard, as he is always a step ahead of you. 

Clutching your aching stomach, you double over, tears of mirth springing to your eyes. Kyojuro sighs at your antics, hands on hips, feathery mane tousled whilst he shakes his head with disapproval. Hard as he tries to keep it at bay, an infectious smile worms its way onto his face. 

Kyojuro tugs upon the hem of your—his—button down, luring your tittering body into his comforting arms. “Who do you think you are, scaring me like that?” The tenor of his voice causes electricity to spike your limbs. Nimble fingers splay at the curve of your spine as Kyojuro settles his chin into the crook of your shoulder.

You color with bashfulness, initially stiff in his embrace whilst he rocks your bodies from side to side. You feel a wicked grin curving against your neck, followed by a chaste kiss on your skin before Kyojuro suddenly hikes your thighs up onto his waist. You chirp with surprise, bracing yourself against him with your arms wound around his thick shoulders. Your borrowed silk shirt sliders further down your arms, giving way to a tantalizing view of your rich cleavage. There is the sensation of your bodies pivoting before Kyojuro says, “I wonder how I will repay you for your…misdeeds.”

From his sinister tone, you can only assume that you are being whisked away to the bed for your punishment.     

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