Writing/Fandom blog. Leigh. She/Her. 27. Main Fandoms: Demon Slayer, Seven Deadly Sins, Fairy Tail, Soul Eater, My Hero Academia, Labyrinth, Legend of Zelda. Make sure I've received your request by checking my updates tab. Prompts: accepting! Please feel free to like or reblog any of my ficlets!
This is a WRITING/FANDOM blog by LEIGH (she/her. 27). Here you can find works featuring characters from Demon Slayer, Dragon Age, Fairy Tail, My Hero Academia, Labyrinth, Legend of Zelda, Soul Eater, The Seven Deadly Sins, and More!
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Prompts: accepting!
Please feel free to like, reply to, comment on, or reblog any of my ficlets! No matter how long ago it was published, it will always make me happy!
a collection of all my jerza works. please feel free to like/reblog/comment on/reply to any of them no matter the publish date. observe any content warnings. assume all works have a T rating and may contain canon compliant violence.
FICLETS
haunted- Of all the enemies Erza has conquered, there is one that can still bring her to her knees. But she does not have to face her ghosts alone. **cw-ptsd, flashbacks, panic attacks
feels so hollow- Erza is used to being alone on Valentine’s Day. And yet, this year is so much harder than those before it.
hold me- erza breaks.
impossible to stay away- A night walking home in the cold leads to an unexpected run-in for Erza. Except, she’s been waiting for this moment and means to enjoy every second
PROMPTS & EVENTS
don’t need this like I used to- songfic based on blinded by emmit fenn.
behind closed doors- She can sense it, sense him, beckoning. And Erza’s done fighting.
umbrella- A smooth, low voice rumbles behind her, softer than the thunder, yet just as earthshaking. “Care to join me?”
celestial- Jellal brings Erza a gift.
found family- In all the chaos of a quarantine shut down, a certain dragon slayer is left behind. Jellal and Erza won’t allow that for long.
panic- Jellal is trapped in the past, seeing specters that have never left him long. Erza is there to bring him back to the present.
hear her scream- One has to wonder, how might events have ended differently if Jellal was found during the Tartaros Arc?
would you lie with me- songfic based on chasing cars by snow patrol
real love- Jellal has never known hands that didn’t hurt. **cw- domestic abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse.
Fandom: Demon Slayer
Pairing: Kyojuro Rengoku x F!Reader
Prompt: First Kiss
Vibrant streaks of light illuminate the horizon. It's time for him to go and make his way to final selection and officially join the Demon Slayer Corp. Kyojuro says his goodbyes to his tearful brother, tries not to let the sullen silence of his father sting. Then he bows before his mother's likeness, promising to fulfill his destiny and protect the weak.
But there is a final farewell, perhaps the most difficult of all.
He stands on your porch, barely resisting the urge to pace as he waits. When the door slides open, those fiery eyes glow, soft as candlelight. Your hair falls around your cheeks, still rumpled from sleep, your robe nearly sliding off one shoulder from your rush to meet him. Absolutely enchanting.
There's a thousand words to say and no time to say them right. Instead he closes the distance, large hands slipping around your waist, pulling you against his chest as if tuck you into his heart. "Wish me luck," he says, a whisper against your hair.
"I would if you needed it."
His breath catches, eyes pricking. Years he has trained alone, no longer receiving any guidance from his father. Kyojuro has poured over the flame-breathing tomes, repeated and improved his sword stances to the point of exhaustion, practiced total concentration breathing until his lungs and diaphragm ached, and earned only baleful glances and harsh words from the one who might offer help instead.
But you... you were there beside him, lighting candles when the sun went down so he could continue his studies, reading the scrolls aloud during his training, pointing out minute details, applauding every successful form. Always your sweet voice echoed, offering assurances that wrote themselves across his soul, "You're so strong, keep going!", "I believe in you, Kyojuro!", "You can do anything you set your heart to!", "I'm so proud of you."
And now, you speak with such confidence, such certainty, offering all he longed to hear. All he needed to carry with him into the trial ahead. Fingers tighten in your robe, "Thank you." But the words are inadequate, pale in comparison to the warmth flooding his chest, the enormity of his affection that threatens to spill over every time you're near. He's held it close, kept it chained up tight for fear of scaring you away. And he tries to swallow it back now.
Except your own hands are tight around his neck, a soft, "Come back to me," mumbled into his shoulder.
And the cage on his heart shatters. Kyojuro's fingers lift, slide along your jaw, pulling your face to his. He cherishes your lips, kissing soft and slow. Every secret longing, every endless ache for you burns as he kisses you again and again. For just a moment, all the weight of duty and expectation crumble away like ash. All that exists is your mouth against his, the peace of holding you in his arms.
But, the moment must end. He breaks away, rests his temple against yours and vows, "I will."
a collection of all my kyojuro rengoku works. please feel free to like/reblog/comment on/reply to any of them no matter the publish date. observe any content warnings. assume all works have a T rating and may contain canon compliant violence.
Hello and happy new year! First of all, you are so talented. I love reading you and I find your way of writing extremely engaging and truthful. If you feel like it, my request would be 13 and 46 from your kissing prompts with Rengoku x reader. Thanks so much!
a/n: Thank you so much for your kind words! I appreciate them so much, especially since I am just starting to really write for the kny fandom. I hope you've had a happy new year as well!
Prompt: frustrated, angry kisses
A liability. An obligation. A weak point.
The whispers chase your heels as you run through the garden, trying not to lose your nerve. His appointment as the new Flame Hashira released this morning, the formal ceremony will occur tomorrow evening.
Before then, you have to tell him.
You reach a secluded clearing surrounded by small trees. And there he is. Kyojuro's sure hands grip the hilt of his katana, flowing from one stance to another. The sun glints off the blade with each elegant arc, his muscles flexing beneath his uniform. Just that is enough to make you ache, to shake your resolve.
He swings in a full circle, a sharp sound slicing through the air. And you see fiery eyes shoot wide with excitement as he spots you, watch as he straightens, carefully sheathing his sword. "Darling!" Those strong arms open wide, beckoning. And that's when your breath catches, tears stinging and blurring the world as you throw yourself against his chest. Despite your vow to be strong, trembling fingers fist in the fabric of his haori, shoulders heaving as you try to speak.
Kyojuro feels you shake, hears the grief in every exhale. "My love?" Warm fingers find your chin, gently tipping your head back until he can look down into your face. The salt streaks dripping down your chin constrict his heart, have him frantically asking, "What's wrong? What's happened? Has someone hurt you? Have I--?"
"No," you manage to whisper, a small broken sound. "It's me. Kyo... I--!" Those sunshine eyes are too much, cause you to glance away, certain you won't be able to continue if he keeps looking at you so tenderly.
"You...what?" His words, usually so vibrant and boisterous grow soft, almost afraid.
"I need to go. Back home, to my village."
"Oh. Why didn't you say you were homesick? We can travel there after the ceremony tomorrow. That's easily arranged." Relief, but it won't last.
"No, not we. Just me."
A sharp inhale, as if you struck him. And for the first time since you've known him, Kyojuro is speechless. "...You said I did nothing wrong and yet...you're leaving?"
You swallow hard, fighting back more tears. Because there's no mistaking the agony in those words. A nod of your head, forcing yourself to continue. "I'm not in the corps. No matter how often we train, I never improve. Kyojuro--," finally your head lifts, and it would have been easier if he'd thrust his blade through your heart than to see him. Those striking eyes nearly glow, red-rims barely holding back the flood shimmering there. His jaw clenches so tight you can see the muscle straining. One of your hands lift, cradling his cheek. He swallows hard, terrified gaze trying to hold yours.
"You're going to be a Hashira. And I'm so proud! But, who am I to stand at your side? The monsters you fight, if they find me...I'll only weigh you down. I'm too weak, just...a burden." A target waiting to be exploited, a weakness to leverage, a potential hostage, a--.
"Is that what you think?!" The sharp words cut through the spiraling thoughts. His dark brows are drawn low, furious disbelief in his intense gaze. "Or is that what you were told?"
Both. The honest answer sticks in your throat, but he can see it all the same. And rage like he's never known swells, makes fingers clench to keep from reaching for his katana. His wild mane of hair wafts, his head shaking in exasperation. A thousand protests and reassurances rest on his tongue, but he has a much better use for it.
Calloused palms frame your face, bringing your lips to his with such desperation it leaves you gasping. Kyojuro's lips are almost rough, as if to bring you to your senses, to snap you out of this insanity. Because to be without you, to let you go? He can't! At first you seem almost hesitant, as if trying to hold to those lies, that he's better off if you go. And that won't do. Not at all. His mouth presses hard, parting your lips until he can breathe you in and taste your sweetness.
You surge against him, clinging to his shoulders, burning beneath his lips. And you feel wetness fall onto your cheeks when you finally kiss him back.
He breaks free, breathless in the way only you could ever inspire. Searing eyes find yours, not letting you look away. "You are the only one who will ever stand at my side. There is more than one kind of strength, so many far more important than the ability to swing a sword. You are strong. And brave. And clever. It is your love that inspires me to fight harder. Gives me the courage to continue no matter the odds."
He presses another kiss to your lips, brushes his thumbs tenderly against your cheekbones. Then he leans his temple against yours, says softly, "You set my heart ablaze like no one else. And I don't want burn alone."
