Hiya I was wondering, when did you start getting into demon slayer?
Hello love honestly I think I started to watch the show around 2020. I was not super interested at first but what REALLY got me was an Enmu edit which if you know back in 2021 it was like THE edit which then got me to finished the first season and watch the Mugen Train movie. And after watching the movie online it got me to read the rest of the manga which I finished it in a span of a week. And all of this was before the Entertainment District was animated. Also I feel like reading reading imagines or lemons (IYKYK) kept me interested too. But still this show will forever be special to me.
But yeah thank you for the question and as always my suggestion box is always open. Lily out 🌺🌺🌺🌺
Hello 💙 Please could I request hashira x hashira!reader where the hashira find out their rival/friend hashira is also secretly pining for the reader 💙💙
Male hashira x Reader — Where Love Falls
pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader
content warning: none, oblivious!reader
Tengen and Obanai:
who would've thought that polar opposites could fall in love with the same person? certainly not them.
it should've went well. he should've been able to talk to you, slowly make you feel comfortable around him, make your feelings change until you fall for him too.
however, when Tengen wanted to go see the fireworks with you, you had declined, saying that Obanai had already invited you.
and when Obanai asked you to go eat with him on another day, you had declined, saying Tengen had already invited you.
it was clear that you weren't at fault, so they weren't mad at you. but at each other? how come you nearly always had something to do with his seemingly biggest rival?
today had probably been their worst encounter yet. you sat under a tree, enjoying the wind carry the scent of sweet flowers. that's when Tengen came.
"hey, beautiful! have you ever thought of-" he stopped before he could finish, looking past you when he finally reached the tree you were under.
he hadn't seen from far away, but Obanai was sitting right next to you, now glancing up at the other man.
"yes, Uzui?" you asked, wondering what he wanted to say. he eventually started talking again, realizing that this could be a great moment to teach Obanai who held more of your affection.
"i was wondering if you'd like to visit the new onsen with me?" he continued, only for Obanai to clear his throat and steal your attention.
"actually, i wanted to invite you visit the onsen with me." Obanai countered. you looked at the two man, who seemingly carried some tension between them.
"how about we all go together?" you asked.
long story short, you could only book a bath for one person, forcing everyone to go to separate areas. both of them should've payed more attention, but hey, at least you enjoyed it.
Gyomei and Rengoku:
"excuse me, i'll go get some more tea. if i knew they both of you would come today, i would've surely made more." you laughed, standing up and leaving Gyomei and Rengoku alone.
the silence between them felt thick, heavy with the truth they'd put together.
Rengoku noticed the way Gyomei smiled at you, thanking you as he got another cup of tea. Gyomei picked up on the slight difference in Rengoku's tone that seemingly only a blind man could notice.
"Himejima, do not understand me wrong with this, but could it be.." the male with the vibrant hair stopped, glancing at the other for a moment. "do you like [name]?"
Gyomei went silent, slowly rubbing the beads in his hand, as if he was pondering on an answer. he put them down when he came to a decision.
"i ought to believe that we share the same feelings." he answered, waiting for the other's answer. Rengoku nodded, eventually answering with a small "yes".
both of them knew how problematic this situation could turn out to be. what if you chose the other one? or worse, what if you chose neither of them?
in the end, they couldn't decide who you'd fall in love with, nor did they think they could decide for you.
a silent nod on both sides ensured their agreement. they wouldn't interfere with the other's attempts to grow close to you, but they'd do their best to win you over.
may the best win.
Sanemi and Giyuu:
what the hell? what the absolute hell?
did he just see Tomioka smile at you, giving you the sweets everybody knew you loved. Sanemi gritted his teeth in anger, he wasn't a blind man.
every person with eyes in their head could see that Giyuu had taken a liking to you - the hashira Sanemi came to love and appreciate.
slamming his hand against the wall, Sanemi trapped Giyuu right in front of him. "what the hell do you think you're doing, Tomioka?"
"what do you mean?" he asked, blue eyes narrowing at the way Sanemi spat his words out. it wasn't hard to guess that the male was mad. again.
"do you think we're stupid? you just handed over [name]'s favourite food." he said - accused him. Giyuu thought for a moment, staring at Sanemi.
"i'm.. are you.." Giyuu's mouth went dry, glancing at Sanemi once more. "do you like [name]?"
Sanemi's eyes widened a fraction, his gaze hardening after a moment. "who cares?"
"you're acting all high and mighty and yet here you are, trying to become [name]'s loyal lap dog, Tomioka."
Giyuu put on a colder facade in return, his eyes growing hard and icy. "i envy you for believing this would solve your problems. perhaps [name] would talk to you some more if you'd grow some guts, Shinazugawa."
Sanemi's hand flew up and grabbed Giyuu's collar, face coming closer in a threatening manner. "why you-"
he stopped talking when he saw the other man's eyes widen, but he wasn't looking at Sanemi. Sanemi turned around, his own eyes widening in disbelief when he saw you standing there.
your cheeks were flushed, hand covering your mouth. "i.. i didn't mean to disturb the two of you. i'll go, sorry!"
it was clear that you couldn't have heard them, otherwise Giyuu would've seen you earlier. this lead the two of them with only one possible outcome: you had only seen the compromising position they were in, bodies nearly pressed together.
they watched you run away, disappearing behind the next corner. Sanemi let go of Giyuu, not taking his eyes off the place you had just stood in.
great, now they had a ton of explaining to do, otherwise neither of them would be able to grow close to you.
i feel like the younger hashira are kind of cliquey too so they just gang up on giyuu (shinobu, obanai and sanemi) (mitsuri, kyojuro, and tengen) (gyomei and muichiro are kind of their own duo)
Rengoku never saw himself as a jealous person, in fact he would think of himself as pretty selfless. But seeing others trying to win you over, it lights his fire.
Not that he didn’t like the attention on you, you were someone close to him. His jealousy doesn’t not come very easily, he can control his emotions but only to a certain extent.
One day the two of you were invited to Uzui’s dinner party. It was a way for all the Hashira to reconnect and goodness knows when was the last time you have seen Shinobu and Giyuu.
So you wore your yukata that Mitsuri gifted you for your birthday some time ago
*here’s an example of what she gifted you…..
Uzui notices first and greets you openly with a hug.
“ Why hello Y/N it’s been a while last time I saw you. Gotta say that you look flashy tonight.”
He then greets you with a hug, but this hug felt different. His huge and large hand wandered from the top of your back to were your waist was.
What made it a bit more interesting was that Rengoku was on the other side of the room, he notices but pays no mind to it. Uzui was his best friend, and plus he already has three wives. That should satisfy his enough right??
Well after the hug Uzui brought you to where his wives were, introducing them to you.
“My sweet, loving wife’s this is Y/N, a dear friend of mine.”
The girls loved you, they loved the way you wore your yukata, the way how your hair framed your have and how sweet you smell.
The girls wanted to show you more of their estate but that was before Rengoku called you.
“Hello Y/N I believe that Shinobu is calling over to eat, I believe the food is ready!”
The four of you went to where the dinner was being held, and you couldn’t wait to eat. You sat by Rengoku and Uzui and his wife’s sat beside you guys.
You and the wives continue to talk so much so where you haven’t even touched your plate.
“They seem to get along don’t you think?”
Uzui asked Rengoku before taking a sip of his tea.
“It has been some time that Y/N has busted everyone. It’s nice that they are spending time to catch up.”
“Indeed, but that does not have to be the case.”
Rengoku was a bout to take a bit of his food but his expression changed.
“Well what do you me by that my friend?”
“You know Y/N has qualities that none of my wives have. Surly I love all three of them equally, but Y/N is truly special. I have been thinking for a long time for them to be my next spouse.”
Rengoku nearly chokes on his plate. Having to cough it up from his chest.
“Wait wait you are not serious of Y/N being your next partner right?? Don’t you think that you have too many wives to begin with?”
“Well it is in my families custom to have more than one wife, and yes that do keep me satisfied. But I think that Y/N could be part of my family.”
“Well Tengen I hate to be a bearer of bad news but Y/N and I have been talking and I thought that we could be more than friends.”
“Really?? Do are you certain that they feel the same way.”
The absolute nerve Uzui Tengen has to question him (his greed sickens me).
“In fact I am certain that they do.”
“Well then I guess it’s up to them to decide.”
After the meal, everyone started to settle themselves around the house.
Sanemi went fourth and left home early with Gyomei. Obanai was waiting for Mitsuri chatting with the wives. And Shinobu continued ti pick fun at Giyuu for getting a fourth plate.
You were standing on the front porch, watching the starts in the night sky.
It was a peaceful night you thought, everyone was in good spirits and it was lovely to catch up with everyone again. From that point you were rambling to yourself to figure out when to hang out with Uzui’s wives to have a day together.
The way you kept rambling distracted you from the fact that both Rengoku and Uzui were behind you.
Uzui knocks the door gently, loud enough to get you out of your rambled state.
You were a bit shocked to see them both staring at you. And quite frankly you were not super sure as to why. The food was too good it kinda made you feel a bit fuzzy, but you still wondered why BOTH of them were there.
“Sorry to bother you sweet Y/N. But me and Rengoku have been wondering as to your thoughts on your ideal partner.”
“Wait what you you mean by ideal lover?”
“Well what out friend Uzui is trying to say here is that- we’ll both of us really appreciate you being our friend. But we have thought to take it to the next level.”
“ Wait Rengoku I have no clue what your talking about.”
“Oh my god Y/N we both like you and both of us want you as our partner.”
………..
“WHAT?!?”
“Hey don’t get too startled, the idea was not to share. But if you’re open to it I -”
“Well Uzui maybe have you put in to thought that you might be the only one who’s open to that?”
“Geez Rengoku didn’t take you for the possessive type.”
“OKAY CAN BOTH OF YOU STOP PLEASE.”
Both of the boys paused as if a child got shut by their mother. Silence spoke for a second, waiting to see what you will decide.
“Look I find both of you as my closest friends, but this is very new for me to hear. I need time for me to decide. You have to understand that.”
The boys look a bit shocked but not very surprised. The way how they brought it up was kinda of out of the blue.
“It’s alright Y/N take your time, but I promise you that no matter how it takes, I will set your heart alive.”
“Not before I do, once they fall for me, their hearts will be awakened by a symphony.”
The boys continued to dig themselves in a rabbit while on how they’ll fall for you. You kinda left them be, but now you wondered how they’ll win you over.
I have been rewatching avatar the last airbender and there’s this moment in the show in book 3 where I can imagine Rengoku confessing before he leaves to the Mugan Train.
*also I just love this picture of him aghhh lemme get to the point loll
• During the Rehabilitation Arc, you noticed how young Kamado and his friends have quickly recovered. You are the caretaker and are part with the healing process with injured slayers, and so to say you were glad that the process was successful.
• One day you began to prepare to meet the needs of other slayers, a bright and cheerful voice calls your name from afar.
• "Y/N WAIT JUST A MOMENT."
• It was the voice of the Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku.. and also the voice of your dear friend.
• You have met him through recovering his injuries.
At first they were small visits like check up and bandage changes. But then you started to see him more often where he would come to check on you while you worked.
• You never really found it annoying but appreciated. It got to a point where Shinobu would point fun at your little crush on Rengoku.
But anyways he came forward as light as sound, his presence as light and bright as always.
• "Oh Rengoku it is good to see you, what happened do you need something from me?! can check on Shinobu to see if she has any bandages left."
• “Well I actually came to see you. You see there was something that I wanted to mention to you before I go on my mission."
• "Oh really well go ahead."
• "Since we've met, you have treated me kindly with attending my wounds. You were not the shy caretaker I met some time ago. You have grown to become a viable source in the demon slayer corps.
•"Oh Rengoku that is very sweet of you to say. You too are also an amazing person and a beloved friend."
•"You know that I'll be heading to an up coming mission, the Mugan Train has been having some sudden disappearances."
"Yes I have heard about the Mugan Train too, I heard a fellow slayer has been reported missing for about a week or so."
• Silence came to Rengoku, his smiling demeanor slightly shifted. His eyebrows brushed against one another, as if he had something else in his mind.
• "But I fear that... What if something seems to occur in my mission, what if I am not able to come back?"
•" Pff what!?? Rengoku what are you talking about of course you'll come back. You're speaking nonsense. I'm sure that you're able to come back you are-"
•Rengoku stands firm and caresses your face. He grabs your cheeks and firmly presses a kiss on your lips. He didn't mean to interrupt you but he did it in the POSSIBILITY if he didn't came back.
•To you, you were shocked but never leaned back and kissed him back. Even though it lasted a few seconds, it was moment that felt like forever.
•He parts away and his smiles turns wide from grin to grin.
•He gives you an affirmative look, that he will be back not from the mission but be back to you.
•He turns around and he is sparks away in a flash.
•Leaving you speechless, and flushed.
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It's been a while but I'm finishing up midterms for summer classes. But this was something that I had in mind thank you so much for the love I have received this last month, I had no clue that I was gonna grow this quickly. And also my inbox is open for any suggestions or requests. Lillycitta out 🌺🌺
senjuro casually spills that all the hashira are intensely invested in your entanglement with RENGOKU KYOJURO, sending your romantic life on an unprecedented trajectory.
content. 3.4k ノ fluff, canon divergence, crack taken seriously, mild miscommunication, idiots to lovers, friends to lovers, cleaning wounds, senjuro is literally your younger brother, senjuro is DONE, first kiss, mild hurt/comfort, unedited, crazy tonal switchups, ao3 saw this first so the italics + spacing is messed up ノ m.list
PART ONE — YOU'RE COOKED.
“are you in love with oni-san?”
if it weren’t for the six months of hardcore training you’d endured with said oni-san — namely, the flame hashira rengoku kyojuro — the dish you’re scrubbing would’ve entirely slipped out of your soapy hands. as it is, even with your carefully honed reflexes, your fingers scramble for purchase on the wet surface as heat rushes to your face.
“that’s an entirely innapropriate question to ask, senjuro,” you say tightly over your shoulder, astonishment pushing you to speech before you can fully decide on the angle of denial you wish to take.
senjuro rolls his eyes, legs swinging from his comfortable perch on the table behind you. “i feel like you’re avoiding the question.”
you huff and scrub harder at the pot despite the fact that the stain you were targeting has long been cleaned. you never thought you’d be in a position where you’d regret coaxing senjuro out of his shell, but here you are, experiencing a concerning case of tachycardia whilst a hot red stains your face and seeps down your neck.
“don’t you have training to do or something?”
“nope. haven’t trained in a year. ‘m free all day.”
“can you just… get out,” you groan, banging the pots far louder than is necessary as if it could drown out the accusations you’re currently facing.
“you haven’t denied it,” he adds with conspiratorial delight. “i’m going to take that as a yes. i knew it.”
you rapidly change tacks and opt for complete, humiliated silence. senjuro has no problem filling the void.
“you always give him extra large portions. you’re always telling him off. and, you get him to rest, which is something even i can’t do.”
a note of sadness creeps into his voice at his last sentence, triggering your protective instincts entirely against your will — given the cause of said protective instincts is currently putting you in a position where you’re the one in need of protection, and urgently.
regardless.
you dry your hands on a dishcloth and regard the boy with much warmth. his flame-coloured eyes, so like his brother’s, are downcast and uncertain.
“rengoku-san loves you very much,” you reassure him gently.
“i know,” he says with frustration. “it’s just…”
you wait patiently until he gathers his thoughts, knowing he likes to take his time with the still-unfamiliar concept of vulnerability.
“if i was better,” he says eventually. “if i could take some of the burden off his shoulders. then he wouldn’t need to work so hard. i know he doesn’t mind me as i am, but… i do."
the conversation dissecting your alleged romantic sentiments towards the flame hashira has entirely derailed, much to your relief, but the subject replacing it doesn’t cause any less anguish in your heart. although you have much to say, you keep your silence; senjuro is still struggling for words.
“i just wish i was enough,” he finally says, voice quiet.
“you are, senjuro.” your voice is adamant, arms firm as you close the space between you to pull him into a tight embrace. “you are.”
you’ve never been good at words, but your simple language communicates enough of your feeling, and you know senjuro — ever-observant — understands you, too. it takes a moment for him to let himself relax into your hold, but when he hugs you, you can feel the slight trembling of his fisted hands on your back, and you know you’d be loath to let go first.
after some time his arms fall from around you and you move to step back but he grabs your wrist, holding you in place.
“you know, i think he loves you too.”
betrayal floods your expression. “senjuro! we were talking about you.”
“yes, and now we’re talking about you,” he says peacefully, and your mind boggles at the emotional switchup — though you suppose it’s all in a day’s work for a thirteen-year-old boy. “he always perks up when you enter a room, he’s always complimenting you, and he lets you take care of him. this one time you were explaining the medicinal properties of that new herb and he was just sitting there and smiling up at you and not understanding a single word. and he treats you entirely differently as his tsukugo than he did with mitsuri-sama.”
you raise a brow and wrench your hand out of his to rest your hands on your hips, very much not enjoying the turn of conversation. “we’re different people; our learning styles are obviously going to be different, too. my master is simply looking out for my personal growth.”
“yes — by giving you extra special attention. and, anyways. he seems a lot less… angry than he was before you came.”
you can’t help but picture his smiling visage. “angry?”
“he might not seem like it, but i see it, and i know you see it too. he is angry. deep inside, all coiled up. he just… uses it for better things. but it’s like he’s lighter now. like he’s carrying less around. and he talks about mother a lot more now than he did before, too.”
you don’t quite know what to say to that, not without divulging the personal conversations you’ve had with the flame hashira about grief and loss — something neither of you are strangers to. regardless, it seems that senjuro is well aware either way, and to your surprise, he’s seen a difference in his brother, too.
“you do love him,” senjuro says again, less an accusation and more a statement of fact as he watches your face with keen acuity.
“i do,” you admit, then laugh — it’s the first time you’ve said anything of the sort out loud. “but can you blame me?”
“you should tell him,” senjuro says seriously. “when you live as a demon slayer — as a hashira…”
“that’s exactly why i’ve avoided doing so,” you say, ignoring the fact that you’re discussing your big-girl love life with a child, who is giving you relevant and essential advice.
“that’s silly.”
you pull a face at him. “it’s none of your business.”
“it’s literally my business,” senjuro complains. “am i not allowed to want my brother to be happy? and, either way,” he plunges forward before you can break in, “you two are so obvious. all the hashira know; tengen-sama told me.”
your face burns at the idea of uzui-san gossiping about your love life with the other hashira, let alone senjuro. “excuse me?”
“what do all the hashira know?”
your heart drops as the man of the hour pops his head around the kitchen door, beaming. evidently, he’s just come from a bath; his skin is flushed and his fiery hair is still wet, allowing you to indulge in the rare sight of his bangs down before you remember you’re not supposed to be ogling the flame hashira and wrench your gaze away.
“is it something i know?” he adds as he fully enters the kitchen, swiftly destroying any hopes you had of this conversation ending quickly.
“i was just saying, all the hashira know except you, oni-san,” senjuro explains serenely, as if he can’t feel the heat of your warning gaze burning into him.
“know what?” kyojuro frowns.
“senjuro,” you say through gritted teeth.
he backtracks with finesse. “i have absolutely no idea. and i couldn’t explain it to you even if i did know because i have a most urgent task ahead of me.”
“oh.” kyojuro narrows his eyes at his younger brother as senjuro hightails it out of the kitchen, leaving the room feeling much smaller all of a sudden. “if you say so.”
his gaze alights on you, and now that senjuro’s so palpably pointed it out, you can’t help but notice the way his eyes do seem to sparkle a little extra, though perhaps you’re just imagining things. perhaps you just want it to be true.
“um, i also have somewhere to be,” you lie pleasantly and make to follow in senjuro’s footsteps. unfortunately, kyojuro has yet to fully move from the doorway.
“excuse me, rengoku-san,” you say as you try to walk past, but he doesn’t budge and your arm only brushes his chest. you go to apologise but when you meet his gaze you find you can’t quite remember what you were about to say. his expression is reminiscent of a deer caught in a torchlight, his face is flushed, and his eyes — has he always looked at you like that?
it’s not that you haven’t been in close proximity before. in fact, your daily training necessitates such behaviour. it’s not foreign to you at all. ordinarily, you would’ve moved away already, but senjuro’s words are sticking in your head altogether more than they should be, and plus… well, he’s kyojuro, and there’s always something addictive about being in his presence.
you can feel the heat rising off him, more than an ordinary person’s body heat, even if said person had also just taken a bath. you wonder what he’s thinking. you force yourself to not think about what he’s thinking because surely it doesn’t matter, and if you’re being honest, he’s already saying it with everything but his mouth with the way he’s frozen in place and looking at you as if you’re the only thing that can thaw him. and now you’re thinking about his mouth which inevitably means your gaze flickers down to his lips before you wrench it away with the panicked knowledge that this is the furthest you’ve ever gone and it needs to stop now, only to find the space between you has somehow nearly entirely disappeared, and you really, really need to move away because this is incredibly — disrespectful — entirely crossing a line —
“oniiii-san ,” senjuro calls from somewhere in the house, followed by the pattering of footsteps as he approaches the kitchen door. “there’s a letter for you.”
kyojuro jolts rapidly away from you as if coming back to life. “thank you!” he responds, voice cracking a little. he doesn’t spare a glance for you as he speeds out of the doorway like senjuro’s voice is a lifeline.
you exhale, knees weak as you lean against the doorframe for support. did that just happen? your brain replays each moment in slow motion: your heartbeat thudding in your ears, your arm pressed into the solid warmth of his chest, the way his eyes waxed poetry, his gaze dropping to your mouth —
you’re cooked. oh, you’re so cooked.
you sink to the floor and bury your face in your hands.
PART TWO — YOU COOKED.
“something happened,” senjuro says decidedly, pulling his knees to his chest as he watches you.
“absolutely nothing happened,” you correct him, focusing on ironing out the creases of your uniform, a pile of clothes still awaiting you. it’s not exactly that you do the chores whilst senjuro follows you around; more that you feel like you need to earn your keep whilst encroaching on the hospitality of the rengoku household, especially since it seems that before you were here, majority of the housework fell on senjuro’s poor shoulders.
however, you have half a mind to shove the iron in his hand and get him to work so he doesn’t have quite so much time to let his mouth run.
“you’re not very good at lying.”
“you’re not very good at keeping your mouth shut,” you grumble. “why’d you have to say all of that for him to overhear?”
senjuro nods sagely. “ah, so something did happen.”
you give up on being on the defensive, especially since you know senjuro will needle it out of you anyway. “something almost happened, but it didn’t happen, and maybe that’s for the best, but…”
“you confessed your love,” he guesses. you shake your head furiously.
“he confessed his love.”
“nope.”
“you had a fight.”
“no!”
“he kissed you?”
“absolutely not — well.”
senjuro’s hands fly to his mouth. “ what ?”
“you know,” you say loftily, “i rather think i shouldn’t be discussing your brother’s personal life with you—”
“tell me everything or i’ll tell him you like him myself ,” senjuro says threateningly.
you sigh at how adeptly a teenager is blackmailing you and reluctantly explain the event to senjuro, keeping details as vague as possible. “so, there’s that,” you finish dramatically.
senjuro groans and drops his face into his hands. “how did you mess that up?”
you pointedly choose to ignore his comment.
“okay, i have a plan,” senjuro says, sitting straighter. “since it nearly worked the first time — all you need to do is get into the same situation.”
“corner him in a doorway?”
senjuro scrunches his nose in mild disgust. “you can figure it out. just… second time’s the charm, y’know?”
“i think it’s third time’s the charm.”
“yeah, but if i have to coach you one more time on how to woo my brother i’ll probably slowly go insane.”
who knew he had so much sass? unfortunately, he’s also entirely right. you can’t argue with his logic.
“alright,” you concede, sighing. “we’ll see.”
in truth, you don’t see. not for a while.
the letter kyojuro received from his crow calls him away from the estate, hunting after a demon that was sighted in a village at the foot of some nearby mountains. initially a simple case that typically shouldn’t take more than three or four days, your worry increases steeply after the fifth day dawns and kyojuro still isn’t back.
“i should’ve gone with him,” you mutter anxiously, wringing your hands as you pace up and down the training yard — a habit you instantly stop when senjuro tentatively steps outside. you automatically smooth your brow and straighten your shoulders, trying to set aside your worry.
“he should be back soon.” senjuro tries to calm your unspoken concern, though his voice quavers.
“he will be,” you say firmly; clearly, he needs the reassurance. “and until then, there’s work to be done.”
and there is: training, housework, and, annoyingly, paperwork . there’s always a lot of reports to file, notes to take, and letters to send as a hashira, and you’d noticed how much it had eaten into kyojuro’s schedule. from time to time, you’d needle him enough into giving up and letting you assist him so he could focus on more important things.
of course, now that he was away, you did your best in keeping the paperwork to manageable levels so that he wouldn’t be flooded by them when he returned.
things continue as normal as you can make it; something so small as possible death of someone you love shouldn’t come in the way between you and the schedule you’ve formed your life around. plus, the routine gives you and senjuro something to cling to for the next two days. conversation drops to almost nothing between you, the silences stretching, taut with tension until you think you might burst. but all routine is broken when kyojuro returns in the late hours of the night a week after he first departed, exhausted, clothes rumpled and bloodstained, with a giant gash down his side — and you’ve never felt so relieved in your life.
“this needs stitches,” you scold him as you clean his wound in his room, after senjuro’s been reassured that his brother’s injury is nowhere near fatal and sent back to sleep. “and these bandages are done horribly, and they’re entirely unclean. were you trying to get an infection? why’d you come here? you should’ve gone straight to a doctor.”
your mouth is running off on you as usual; you know it’s just from your worry for him.
“maybe i just wanted you to do it,” he murmurs, exhaustion tinging his tone.
you note the way his eyelids are drooping with a critical gaze before processing his sentence. “hm?”
“you always take such good care of me.”
your hands pause in their ministrations as you wrack your brain for something to say, but you come up empty. plus, it doesn’t look like kyojuro’s in much of a state to hear any response you may have given; he looks as if he’s mere seconds away from succumbing to sleep, though regretfully, your next step will likely erase any traces of sleep and replace it with pain.
“i’m doing your stitches now,” you warn him.
as usual, he doesn’t flinch a single bit throughout the entire process. you pointedly ignore the way his bare skin feels against your hands; freaking out over how hot he looks shirtless and bloodstained as he stretches out on the futon below you is very low on the priority list given he’s certainly in some level of pain, at least until the pain relief draught and numbing agents kick in — things he insisted he didn’t need. silly man. his eyes follow you throughout the entire process as if they’re drawn to you by a magnet. when you look at him he doesn’t look away, unblinking, and though you’re used to it you still find it unsettling. not because of the intensity of his gaze, or the colour, but because of the feelings it stirs in you that you thought you’d been able to silence. because of the way he looks bathed in moonlight. because of the soft curls of his hair as it fans out behind him on the pillow, and the slow rise and fall of his chest, and the way that your hand — resting on his chest for support whilst the other carefully checks the stitches — can feel the beating of his heart, and how it speeds up when you offer him a small smile.
“you need to rest,” you say when you’re done dressing his wound and putting away the medical kit.
his gaze is trained keenly on you. “i really like you,” he responds.
you blink, the world fuzzing around you for a moment. “the pain relief’s making you say weird things, rengoku-san. you should really go to sleep.”
“it’s not the pain relief.” his hand reaches out and closes on your wrist, skin burning into yours. he goes to sit up but thinks better of it when you shoot him a stern look. “i really do like you a lot, and i wanted to tell you. you really are… always taking such good care of me.”
he fights a yawn. “and i like talking to you. and being with you. i like everything about you. i like you.”
“i…”
“i was going to kiss you in the kitchen that day,” he adds. he really is just going for it.
oh.
your brain has entirely short-circuited. heat rushes through you. there is not a single thought in your mind.
kyojuro… likes you?
you hadn’t really believed it — not when senjuro said it, not even when you’d thought it was possible for a fleeting moment in the kitchen all those days ago. because you were his tsukugo, and yes, his friend, but you’d never thought you could really mean anything more to him. you’d loved him quietly in your own way. you’d dressed his wounds, stood up for him, reassured him, listened to him, fought by his side. you never thought he’d notice, let alone like you back.
“okay,” you say quietly. hesitantly, you adjust your hand so your fingers intertwine with his. “okay.”
you don’t really know what else to say; you’ve never been good with words. but kyojuro seems to get it.
he smiles up at you sleepily. “i’ll make up for it by kissing you tomorrow.”
you blush furiously. “that — you, i mean…"
“in the meantime, though…” kyojuro lifts your hand to his mouth and brushes the lightest of kisses on your fingertips, effectively silencing you. “there.”
you pull your hand away, so flustered you’re having trouble stringing words together. “sleep, kyojuro,” you grumble, crossing and uncrossing your arms with minor agitation.
finally, he cedes.
and sure enough, the day after — to the part delight and part playful disgust of senjuro who promptly rushes off, muttering about “writing a letter to tengen-sama” — kyojuro makes true on his promise and spins you towards him in the kitchen after breakfast for a long, passionate kiss, after which you forcibly seat him onto the counter to check he hasn’t reopened any of his stitches, berating him to avoid acknowledging the way your whole body feels as if its been set aflame.
of course, the whole time you’re admonishing him for his reckless behaviour, he’s smiling at you like you’re the only person to ever exist. and even as your frustration rises at the fact he’s obviously not listening , gaze solidly fixed on your lips with clear intent, as if as soon as you finish lecturing him on being impulsive he’s going to go right back to doing exactly that — you still find it incredibly endearing. because, after all—
you truly are in love with him.
happy birthday kyo they dont get u like i get u. anyways im planning a longfic angsty romance-y hunger games au with him so lmk if u wanna be in the taglist for that !!!
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Rengoku Kyojuro's PDA is exactly what you would imagine from a man who burns like the sun: intense, warm, unfiltered, loud, and full of life.
Kyojuro doesn't know the word “discretion” when it comes to showing love. For him, hiding his feelings is the same as putting out a flame — something completely against his nature. He's the type of partner who turns any public place into a stage to show how much he loves you, always with that wide smile, flaming eyes and powerful voice that echoes wherever he goes.
He doesn't speak quietly, when he praises you or declares love, everyone within a 50 meter radius listens!
"MY LOVE! YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY RADIANTLY BEAUTIFUL TODAY!"
Said with the same energy he uses to shout “UMAI!”.
Rengoku never holds your hand subtly. He interlocks his fingers tightly, heat emanating from his large, calloused palm. If you're walking down the street, he'll wave his arms enthusiastically, almost pulling you along with him with pride in walking alongside you, the person he loves most.
His hugs are the best, in the purest sense. He, who exudes heat, surrounds you completely — strong arms, warm broad chest, chin resting on the top of your head. It’s a hug that lasts seconds longer than “socially acceptable.” He sighs happily, breathes in your scent and speaks very close to your ear, but still loud enough for others to hear:
“Being by your side like this… gives me the strength to face a thousand demons!”
In public, he hugs you after anything: you arrived from a trip, you smiled at him, you sneezed, you tripped, you did something he thought was cute... any reason is good for him to wrap his arms around you.
Rengoku doesn't give discreet kisses: He holds your face with both hands on your forehead, looks deep into your eyes and places a warm, long kiss, as if he were blessing you and he is. On the cheek it is noisy, with a “MUAAH!” audible, and a little frilly depending on his animation. When he seals his lips with yours he leans in with his whole body, one hand on the back of your neck, the other on your waist, and kisses you with fiery passion. It may last long enough for people around you to start smiling or look away in embarrassment. Then he moves away just a little, forehead pressed to yours, and says:
“You are my greatest treasure.”
He kisses anywhere: in the middle of training, at the fair, at the corporation headquarters, even in front of Ubuyashiki if the moment allows (who would probably find it funny).
Rengoku praises you as if he were reciting an epic poem.
“Even in the midst of all the darkness we face, you are the brightest flame of my existence!”
“Your smile is more powerful than any Flame Breathing Technique!”
For the other Hashira:
"Have you seen how extraordinary my partner is? I am the most blessed man in Japan!"
Rengoku isn't the toxic type, but he is jealous in a cute way. If someone praises you, he puts his big arm around your shoulders, pulls you against his chest and speaks loudly, smiling proudly:
He says this in front of Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Shinobu, Giyu… everyone. Zero shame.
"This person is really wonderful! And he already has an owner! And the owner is me, Kyojuro Rengoku!"
Then he kisses you on the temple just to reinforce it.
He carries you on his lap without asking permission if he thinks you're tired.
“I will not allow your feet to suffer another second!”
He leaves his haori on your shoulders when he feels cold, he feeds you in public with an
“Open wide! You need to keep your strength!”
He writes motivational notes and leaves them inside your haori or backpack, he helps you get up and down, he pulls out a chair, he opens doors.
Rengoku is extremely tactile. He needs to touch, hug, hold, need to feel you there with him. It's almost as if his body heat needs to connect with yours to feel complete. There is no such thing as calculated or shy PDA. Everything is spontaneous, genuine and full of pure emotion. He mixes the instinct of Hashira to protect with the instinct of a passionate boyfriend.
Rengoku loves how he fights: with all his heart, without reservation, with flaming intensity. He’s not afraid of being seen as “over the top.” For him, showing love in public is not shame — it's honor. It's his way of telling the whole world that you are the most important person in his life.
I don't know if I liked it............... but I hadn't written in so long that I started and couldn't stop, so a bunch of mixed-up stuff came out lololololol I hope you like it, and the translation is probably awful, sorry 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋
I just thought of the funniest idea if you found out that Rengoku liked you through his younger brother Senjuro:
Rengoku had a mission to complete and he had asked if you could watch over his younger brother Senjuro (because their dad is a drunk bum).
You met his younger brother a few times but it was a some time ago so it’s been a while since you’ve seen him.
You know that he’s a bit more shy compared to his older brother, but surly it wouldn’t be an issue.
Rengoku’s mission would probably take around a few days. With that in mind, you thought to spend some time with him and take him out of the house.
Maybe a bite to eat or go to a crafts shop, something that could take his sweet mind off of cleaning the house or from his bum ah dad.
So far everything has been going great, Senjuro has been warming up to you and you couldn’t be happier.
One day you and him were back at your estate after getting food from the market place. You had some news ideas for dinner.
As your cutting sweet potatoes and Senjuro was drying down some vegetables, he sought to tell you something.
“You know, my big brother has had a crush on you since you became a hashira you know that right?”
You stop cutting and you look at him with your eyes enlarged. You give out a chuckle and brush it off as a joke.
“Ha ha very funny Senjuro”.
“No really I’m serious he has had the biggest crush on you and likes your fancy haori.”
Silence starts to get thick, you might realize that he’s actually not joking at all.
“He thinks it’s fancy ?!?”
“Yes but that’s beside the point. I didn’t wanted to startle you with it but like he talks about you constantly, and I have never seen him talk about something like the way he talks about you. And plus you seem great to be my older relative.”
Poor kid he started to twirl his hair he looked like he was starting to crumble.
“What about the Love Hashira aren’t they pretty close. I just assumed that they were together.”
“My big brother sees Ms. Kanorji see her as like a little sister. And believe me Ms. Kanroji has set on someone else in mind, based on what I have been told.”
“Oh wow um okay, but what are we going to do when Rengoku comes back?! I mean it might a bit too soon to tell right?!!
Suddenly you hear a “CAW CAW” coining through your window.
Turns out it was your Kasugai crow, they came in and rested on your shoulder blade
Your crow came to give a message sharing the news that Rengoku had finally came back from his mission, and is planning on visiting you and Senjuro.
You both startle with this news, and worse part is that you haven’t reached to half of the food that was left to be prepared….
kyojuro rengoku comes back after the mugen train incident to his very angry and very intimidating wife. ˚.✦
You hear the front gate creak open just after midnight.
The sound is so soft it could’ve been the wind, but your body knows better. Your chopsticks freeze halfway to your mouth. The miso soup you’ve been forcing down for the third night in a row suddenly tastes like ash.
You drop the bowl. It clatters loudly on the low table.
Heavy footsteps come up the engawa. You’re already on your feet, haori half-slipping off one shoulder, sleeves shoved up like you’re about to start a brawl instead of greeting your supposedly-dead husband.
The shoji door slides open.
And there he is.
Kyojuro Rengoku.
Alive.
Missing an eye. Bandages wrapped around half his face like some half-assed pirate cosplay. Uniform torn and bloodstained in places they didn’t even bother to wash properly. Hair still stupidly perfect despite everything. Smile still stupidly bright despite everything.
You stare.
He stares back.
Then he opens his mouth and the first thing out of it is:
“I’M HOME!!”
Like he just came back from buying tofu.
Your eye twitches.
You cross the room in three furious strides, grab the front of his haori with both fists, yank him down to your level (he lets you, because of course he does), and scream directly into his remaining eye:
“YOU. UTTER. IDIOT.”
Kyojuro blinks (well, winks now, technically) and has the absolute gall to look fond.
“My gorgeous flame—”
“SHUT UP!” You shake him by the collar like a misbehaving puppy. “Do you have ANY idea how many funeral offerings I’ve had to politely refuse? How many times I’ve had to smile and nod while people told me what a ‘heroic death’ you had? I almost set the damn Ubuyashiki estate on fire just so they’d stop sending condolence fruit baskets!”
He tries to speak again. You don’t let him.
“And now you just waltz in here at,” you glance at the moon, “stupid-o’clock in the morning looking like you lost a fight with a lawnmower and half your FACE?!”
You finally let go of his collar, only to poke him hard in the chest with one finger.
“You lost an eye, Kyojuro! An entire eye! What am I supposed to do with a one-eyed husband? Start calling you ‘Captain’ and make you wear an eyepatch with a little heart on it?”
His shoulders start shaking.
You narrow your eyes dangerously. “Are you… laughing?”
“No!” he says immediately, voice cracking with the effort of holding it in. “No, my love, I would never!”
“You’re literally crying with laughter right now.”
“I’m crying because I missed you so much,” he tries, but the grin is splitting his face in half and ruining the solemn effect.
You make an outraged noise and turn away, arms crossed so tight it hurts.
“Unbelievable. I mourned you. I cried. I yelled at crows. I threatened Muichiro with a broom because he kept looking at me with those big sad eyes like I was made of glass. And you’re giggling.”
Kyojuro steps closer, slowly, like he’s approaching a very angry wildcat. Which, to be fair, he is.
“I’m sorry,” he says, softer this time. All the bravado drains out of him. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted you to think I was gone. I fought with everything I had to come back to you.”
You refuse to look at him. Your bottom lip is trembling and you hate it.
He reaches out, hesitant, and lays his big warm hand over your shoulder.
“I should have been more careful,” he continues quietly. “I should have come back whole. I hate that I made you worry. I hate that I made you grieve even for a moment. You’re allowed to be furious. You’re allowed to hit me with that broom you mentioned. Just… please don’t turn away from me.”
You whip around so fast he flinches.
“You think I’m turning away because I’m mad you’re injured?” Your voice cracks. “I’m mad because you almost didn’t come back at all, you flaming moron! You almost left me here alone without your stupid loud laugh and your stupid loud eating and your stupid habit of setting things on fire when you get excited about breakfast!”
Tears are running down your face now and you’re too angry to wipe them away.
Kyojuro’s eye widens. Then softens. Then gets suspiciously shiny.
He drops to his knees in front of you and bows his head so deeply his forehead nearly touches the floor.
“What are you—”
“I was wrong,” he says, voice thick. “I was reckless. I failed to protect myself for you. I failed to keep my promise to always come home. Please… forgive me.”
You stare down at the back of his golden head, at the way his shoulders tremble just a little.
Your temper is still roaring, but something else is roaring louder.
You drop down too, knees hitting the floor hard enough to bruise, and throw your arms around his neck so violently he almost topples backward.
“Don’t you ever,” you hiss into his hair, “do that again.”
He wraps both arms around you immediately, crushing you to his chest like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go even a little.
“I swear,” he whispers, over and over. “I swear. Never again. Never again.”
You pull back just enough to glare at his bandaged face.
“And this?” You gesture at the bandages. “This is ridiculous. You look like you tried to fight a tornado and lost.”
He huffs a watery laugh. “It’s not so bad. The eyepatch they gave me has a little flame pattern. Very stylish.”
You snort despite yourself. “You’re going to look like the world’s most enthusiastic arsonist.”
“Exactly!” He beams. “Perfect for intimidating demons.”
You flick his forehead.
“Ow!”
“Stop being proud of it!”
“I can’t help it!” he laughs, grabbing your wrist gently and kissing the inside of it. “I’m alive. I’m home. And you’re still yelling at me. Everything is right with the world.”
You try to stay mad. You really do.
But he’s looking at you with that big dumb golden eye, smiling like the sun itself, and the relief is so overwhelming it hurts more than the anger ever did.
You lean forward and kiss him angry, messy, tasting salt and smoke and him. He kisses you back like a man who’s been starving for weeks.
When you finally break apart, both breathing hard, you mutter against his mouth:
“If you ever scare me like that again, I’m divorcing you and keeping the custody of your brother.”
Kyojuro throws his head back and laughs as loud as always.
“Understood, my fierce wife.” He presses his forehead to yours, eye shining. “But you’d miss my cooking.”
“Shut up,” you grumble, burying your face in his neck so he can’t see you smiling. “I hate you.”
“I love you too,” he says cheerfully, arms tightening around you like he’ll never let go again.
A teeny little short Rengoku blurb for now, because she’s such a sweetie pie
I feel that if you were Rengoku’s partner, he would love to have dates that involve with food in any way possible.
Whether it is taking a little stroll around and walking together, he might stop by and see and get something tasty for the two of you later
If you were having lunch and are deciding between two items and really can’t pick between which one, he’ll order both for you (and maybe also for him to try loll)
Even though he is not the biggest spicy food fan, he’ll try it mild for you if you enjoy that food
Maybe spicy noodles he can tolerate maybe but he’s not sure if he can do anything spicier than that
But like his heart he is a sweet tooth hence his love for sweet potatoes
He would not rest once you tried sweet potatoes in any way, it would be a staple food in your life so might as well get use to it
If he finds something that he would believe that you’ll like he’ll bring in something extra for you to try it, he’s always thinking of you
Oftentimes he would invite senjuro along for dinner, you know to have a different environment than from what he’s used to living with his father
It might be a way to get out of the house but Rengoku really enjoys these times together, and hopes that it can be something he could do everyday 🧡🧡
*Again kinda short but it’s a little something for the meanwhile :D
This was an idea of mine, might make this into a series I think we’ll see. Something with me wanted to start with Uzui first why??? I don’t know but he’s been in my mind.
Tengen Uzui: The one who loves you from afar and makes his way into your life little by little
In a nutshell, Tengen is a very interesting individual. After what he had been through from the harsh and brutal upbringing he had, he was not so sure as to what he could expect. As of that time he was married with Suma, Makio, and Hinasturu, and that not as if he was not content with them, he loved his wives equally and truly. So if that was the case , what led his heart to get closer to you??
For Tengen, with his wives he had enough personalities that could keep him satisfied and occupied. Makio was headstrong and bright, Suma was emotional and sensitive, and Hinatsuru was calm and collected. Each of them had their own charm that made them unique, and who wouldn’t want that. And don’t get mistaken, not only from their personalities, but each of them had their own beauty that attracted Tengen. But for him, it was as if something was missing.
Well when he first met you was when you were announced as hashira (the breathing technique can be up to your imagination) and in that moment there was something that you had that caught his attention. Now it wasn’t like you had a bad haircut that day or if you had a wardrobe malfunction. But it was the way how your uniform and haori complimented you perfectly, and your accessories blended with your look making you look very put together. You got along with everyone pretty well, you were friendly with the other hashira and in response they respected you. Even if you can sing or cannot, your voice was calming to him, as if he could hear you talk for hours. Your determination your strength and not being afraid of risks gave Tengen more reason to gravitate towards you.
Now let’s make something clear, he’s not a pervert nor a creep. Not only but he would find it unflashy to watch your every move he knows better. He gets his mice men to do it for him. With the help of his mice men, he has eyes and ears everywhere. He doesn’t chase the gossip, the gossip goes to him in a sense. So if he hears word of you training, he’ll seek his way for you to train with him. If you are feeling a bit hungry, he’ll treat you with lunch on him. And if you’re assigned for a mission, he’ll ask if he could accompany you. But he doesn’t want to come off as desperate or begging. Please this is the god of festivals we’re talking about, he does it all with his charm that makes it all natural and unrehearsed. Little by little, as he enters into your space, the more you are in each other lives and it was good for the both of you.
Well in respect to the cannon storyline, you join him to help him find his wives in the Entertainment District. You have aware of his wives and their disappearances. In fact you were first person he told about their disappearances and you wanted to help Tengen in any way you can, especially if an Upper Rank demon was behind all of this. Now, the plan was that you and Tanjiro were going to placed as if you two were sisters and will be placed in the same house to try to find out what’s been occurring.
Now regardless if you wear makeup or not, Tengen was going to help you to get ready. He insists on giving you a makeover to make you more desirable and easier to get to a house. But let’s be for he finds you attractive with a full face of makeup or if your hardly wearing anything but he doesn’t want you to know that bit just yet. So in the meanwhile he helps you with your outfit and appearance. Even though he doesn’t want to pry but he gets these instances to confess as he gets you ready, it’s tempting for him. When he applies your eyeliner, he looks at you with such precision as if you were a work of art. And when he applies your lip stick, he can’t help but wonder and stare at your lips. Maybe he stares a little too long, for his own good, but he can’t help it.
Throughout the mission, you and the others are fighting the Upper Rank siblings, Daki and Gyutaro you guys get pretty wounded badly. You two never thought these would be such a menace,but the both of you know that you needed to get it other and win the fight.
When Gyutaro and Daki got beheaded, you and Tengen were panting, trying to catch a breath after everything. But that’s was before you two realized that Gyutaro unleashed his final technique. When you found out about this you ran to Tengen trying to help him stand and getting Tanjiro to stand. The attack blows and you all braced for impact. Tengen covers you beneath him, preventing you from getting caught in the debris. You try to get him to respond, but he is knocked out cold. Did the poison get to him already? No that can’t be the case, there is something that you can do. With all that you had, you try to treat his wounds, preventing the poison from spreading further to his skin. You cry out pleading, praying for him to wake up, you didn’t want to lose someone as special as him.
By chance (plot armor) he wakes up and he sees you all teary eyed, smiling from ear to ear. You jump and hugged him, he grunts a bit because like hello you guys just defeated two upper ranks. He chuckles and is glad that you two are alive.
“Thank God that is all over right!? Never letting myself go through that again.”
“Easy for yourself Tengen you receivers more danger than me. For goodness sake your hand got cut off!!”
“Well you are a better swordsman than me, and good looking one at that.”
You try to laugh it off but Uzui’s eyes are locked into yours. He was not kidding around this time. His stem still remains in your waist, trying to pull you closer. You locked eyes with each other, no jokes, no filler words, but just the two of you holding eachother. Without much to say, his face leans in to yours slightly tilting towards your lips, and you not moving away. Slowly and slowly killing this tension between the two of you trying to get to the main point.
“AAH LOOK ITS LORD TENGEN HE’S OKAY”
“Are you sure Suma, I can’t see anything in this fog? Are you sure about this kid?''
"Yes, lady Makio, I am sure Lord Uzui and Master y/n are here. I just got separated from them. We should be getting close."
Turns out Suma, Makio, and Tanjiro were already looking for their husband, ya know, the guy that was gonna kiss you. You pull back, which kinda leaves Tengen a bit distraught and a bit disappointed. But needed something to be said.
“I need to have a word with you once we recover. I can’t leave what I have started being left undone.”
So, you wait, interested, to see what he wanted to say, but it has been a while since you two recovered. And after all, Tengen was planning on retiring from being the Sound Hashira, so what could be on his mind that he wants to say to you?
Well, as around two months go by, you two recover, often enough when Tengen couldn't come to see you, his mice would do it for him and send you flowers and keep you company.
Even when he hasn't said anything about what happened that day, you start to get the picture of what he wants, and maybe it's something you've been wanting as well.
*I had so much fun writing this one, I think I might let this be a Hashira part series. Well, in the meantime, drink water, eat something, be good, and be safe :D
