#kny ficlet

[gaywiththesauce]

"I want you to know that whatever happens, I love you."

That text wasn't supposed to mean the world to Giyuu. It was sent to him at 1:47 PM on Tuesday, July 15th as a cute, lovely message to make Giyuu smile. He was having a bad day at work and Sabito's specific text ping always made a gear turn in his head. He was remembered. He was interacted with. He was loved.

He reread the text after nearly 30 minutes of scrolling. He had the screenshot of it as his lock screen, but he wanted to see the physical text right now. Movies didn't describe this type of heartbreak. It was more than his heart that was broken. His whole soul felt shattered. His throat ached from another hour of sobbing. His chest hurt from how much his heart yearned for something he could never touch again.

Someone he could never touch again.

Sabito was his joy. Sabito was nearly his husband, and he only found that out when the little black box was handed to him by the police officer. They asked one thing of him. He cried that day, and not because he would say yes to the proposal his boyfriend was planning. He could never say yes at all to that. He said yes for confirming that it was his cold body on the metal table.

His funeral is today, and there's nothing more that Giyuu wants to do other than stay home. He wanted to wait for Sabito to come home- to their home- from his run to buy them ice cream and jam out to the newest album their favorite creator released. He wanted to dance in the kitchen one last time. He wanted to hide in his shoulder at the scary parts of the horror films. He wanted to kiss him goodnight as Sabito helped him fall asleep.

He got one last chance to hold his cold hand in the open casket. Beautiful purple, pink, and blue flowers sat in a bouquet in between Sabito's cold hands. His makeup was done terribly wrong. Giyuu cried until he was pulled away.

He had a pain in his chest ever since the funeral. He knew that the pain would never go away in sickness or in health, for as long as he alone shall live. Never again would he be loved, no matter what happened.

[risingscorchingsuns]

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Requiem of the Subconscious

[REK-wee-UM. An act or token of remembrance for the dead. From the Latin word requies, meaning ‘rest’.]

🪲

potential cw for derealization! dreamlike scenarios, shifting scenery, nightmares, etc. read with caution <3

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It was a perfect autumn afternoon.

It was one of those days where the weather was just sunny enough to be warm, but the breeze was cool enough to be pleasant, without getting too chilly. The clouds were fluffy and billowing across the pale blue sky, and the vast expanse of ancient trees that made up the Sumitomo Forest were painted in beautiful vibrant hues of crimson and gold, mixing and contrasting with the rich, eternal green of the pines and the deep, verdant moss. Fallen leaves cover the soft forest floor, overlaying the damp earth with a vibrant carpet of sunset. Sunbeams filter through the canopy above, dappling the world with molten light.

Nestled deep in the heart of these vast timeworn woods, was a small, welcoming wooden cabin. Though isolated within the trees, this little home was anything but empty.

Amidst the trees outside this home, laughter echoes through the trees. Leaves crunch and twigs snap as tiny feet tumble and patter across the forest floor, shrieking with joy as they play. Five young boys are playing together, of varying ages. The oldest is maybe twelve, the youngest about three. The children are clearly siblings, identifiable by their wild indigo hair and slightly lopsided smiles.

The second-oldest laughs, and flings a fistful of moss at a younger brother. The victim shrieks with mock rage and tackles him to the ground, the two of them squealing with joy and laughter. The second-youngest sits next to the toddler, the two of them studying a large beetle with rapt attention. Their father sits nearby, watching the five with a warm smile, his half-moon glasses reflecting the afternoon sunlight.

The oldest child laughs and runs with his brothers, filled with childlike wonder and energy. He slows to a stop, panting and grinning as he catches his breath. He looks up, and in a brief burst of sudden lucidity amidst his breathless laughter, is struck by the beauty of the moment. For a moment, the young boy is simply entranced, mesmerized by the world around him. He sees the beams of sunlight casting pools of warmth across the cool autumn forest, reflecting off his siblings’ indigo-dark hair. He sees the way the trees move in the wind, the way the forest seems to breathe. For just a moment, the young boy starts to comprehend the sheer interconnectedness of life.

And just like that, as soon as he realizes it, it’s gone again- another distant memory, a twinge of deja vu. A resounding echo that lingers in the back of dreams.

The young boy blinks, brushing his wild, dark hair out of his eyes. He stares into the distant woods for a moment, into the vast expanse of lush green and autumn. He blinks again. For a moment, he thinks he sees something staring back.

Malevolent golden eyes, framed by pale pink lashes, with deep blue sclera crackled like stained glass. Deep golden pupils that radiated bitter fury, etched with the number three.

The child calls out to the trees, asking the eyes to identify their owners. He turns around to alert his family, but as he turns his back, he realizes they’re gone. The small boy stands alone, quickly growing frantic. He looks up at the trees, but the ancient pillars of nature that had always guided and supported him now seemed so dark. Vast, towering, unfamiliar.

The boy starts to panic, calling for his father, his brothers, anybody. The forest around him is getting darker, the trees are getting bigger. Looming over him, caging him in. He begins to run, bare feet pounding against the moss, frantically trying to escape. A root snags his ankle, and he trips hard, plummeting into the unforgiving earth.

The child cries out with pain at the impact, suddenly aware of a stinging across the bridge of his nose, and the telltale warm wetness of blood running down his face. He whimpers softly, and looks up.

The forest is gone. No more trees, no dappled sunbeams, no vibrant autumn leaves. The world around him is now a frozen wasteland, with nothing but cold, unforgiving ice, gray and white and freezing as far as he can see. Wind bites harshly at his skin, causing his fingertips to go numb. As far as he can see, there is only cold, lifeless winter, devoid of color and devoid of mercy.

Gray and white and dead, except for the mound of frozen ice in front of him. A grave, though the boy isn’t sure how he knows that. Growing from the pile of ice and snow, the only splash of color in this merciless winter void, is a singular winter crocus. A stark vibrant purple, delicate petals holding resiliently in the storm.

The boy reaches out, grasping for the flower. He’s freezing, he can barely move, he feels like moving his limbs right now is the hardest thing he’s ever done. Like forcing his arms through syrup, the child reaches forward.

As his frozen-red fingers close around the petals, the world goes dark.

Hikaru Eritora sits bolt upright in his futon with a strangled gasp, clutching at his chest. His eyes are wild and unfocused, and he’s keenly aware of the sweat sticking his yukata to his skin. He gasps for breath, disoriented and terrified.

“Karu?”

The man sleeping next to him quickly sits up as well, rubbing sleep from his golden and crimson eyes. Looking at his lover with concern, Kyojuro Rengoku reaches out to cup Hikaru’s face, tenderly brushing his cheekbone with a calloused thumb.

“Are you alright, my flame? What’s happened?” he asks gently, voice still thick with sleep but laden with love and concern. “Another nightmare?”

Hikaru nods vaguely, still dazed and panting. He can feel his heart thundering against his ribcage, blood roaring in his ears. Kyojuro moves his hand from Hikaru’s face to rest bracingly on his forearm, grounding him to reality. He squeezes gently, comfortingly.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kyojuro asks gently.

Hikaru shakes his head no, leaning tiredly into his lover. Kyojuro wraps his arms around him, and Hikaru lets out a shuddering sigh, his gemstone eyes still unfocused.

“I was just thinking of… home,” he murmurs.

“The only one I used to know.”

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hi guys leon here!! its 4am!!!!!!! i saw a post about childhood nostalgia, and then got really emotional about places you can never return to, and now it’s nearly 4:30 and I have no idea if this is good or not lmao 💀💀

I want to put some kind of prose here about how the past affects the present affects the future, but I’m very tired, and I’m afraid I’m out of words.

I wanted this little drabble to convey the sorta… hazy feeling of a dream, of a memory you can’t quite put your finger on. The way the world feels fuzzy around the edges, colors faded like an old photograph. I wanted it to feel like nostalgia. For Hikaru, it’s a longing for home that haunts him, a home he can never go back to.

[princeblue]

The clothes.

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(A little Drabble i created in my headcanons channel in the server lol, decided to post it here without any revision so take it as you will.)

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Sanemi in a fit of rage destroyed Genya’s clothes that he somehow managed to keep.

He was drunk and it was the yearly anniversary.

The first one.

A whole year with a brother truly gone.

It had sat neatly in his desk gathering dust until then.

Once he realized what he had done he never sobbed so hard in his life, not since genya had died.

He shakily takes it to nezuko and asks her to fix it, she does, sadly she does. She doesn’t remember much about genya, but she remembers he was kind and tells sanemi as much.

Eventually time comes and goes, sanemi never touched another bottle of liquor after that. For a while he sits it neatly in his desk and lets it gather dust, then one night when the locusts are singing and it’s hot out, it reminds him of the night they went firefly catching. How Genya’s smile lit up the night sky.

He takes it out and brings it closely to his chest, he’s nearing twenty five.

Eventually he sits down and creates a will, his money as a hashira that’s hardly been touched will go to nezuko only, he can’t forgive Kamado, he hates Kamado nearly as much as he hated himself. Not for hauling a demon around, but for protecting his sister when sanemi failed to protect his brother.

For leading his brother into the battle and getting him killed, hating himself for neglecting genya, maybe if he didn’t he would’ve been alive today.

He gives it to kiri, who smiles sadly and says genya would’ve wanted him to live, it’s something he’s heard so many times. But what is done is done, sanemi finds it in himself he doesn’t have much around here, might as well travel.

He travels around, finds beautiful scenery, tastes amazing food, each time it tastes like bloodshed. Wherever he goes he keeps Genya’s clothes with him.

Nearing his 25th birthday he returns home, tengen and giyuu visit him, nezuko too, married and a woman now. Tanjirou comes, Sanemi still refuses to forgive him. Until Tanjirou gives him something, the last physical bit of his brother.

A tooth.

Sharp and unnatural, a demons tooth, but Genya’s tooth. Sanemi feels like he must have gone insane sometime ago as he clutched the tooth and sobbed.

He feels himself growing weaker and weaker.

The leaves are falling and so is Sanemi’s health.

The celebrate his birthday, the night before it happens. Sanemi touches liquor again, but this time he offers it to Genya’s headstone. Wanting to give his baby his first drink with his older brother. He says his goodbyes, it’s bittersweet, tengen will be alone soon.

He’s buried with the tooth and clothes, Tanjirou makes sure the tooth is encased safely in his cold boney hands. But even in sleep, death, whatever you want to call it. No one can deny the peaceful look, no one can deny the sound of children nearby when the funeral procession lacks any children. Somehow, they know.

[strwbrrybxn]

like it's the only one you know ; word count: 1.2k

☞︎︎︎ pairing: rengoku kyojuro × fem!reader

☞︎︎︎ warnings: mentions of cheating, third person pov

☞︎︎︎ genre: angst, fluff(ish)

☞︎︎︎ au: demon slayer canonverse

characters: rengoku kyojuro, shinazugawa sanemi, reader

The tears dripped down her cheeks as she looked at him – the man she was supposed to marry in the next month – and wondered just how she was going to tell everyone the wedding was off. He kept his eyes downcast, trying his best to ignore hers before he turned away and stalked into their shared bedroom. 

“You better be packing,” she hiccuped, dropping onto the couch and wiping her cheeks. She sniffled, pulling out her phone and scrolling through it, ignoring the sounds coming from her bedroom as her ex-fiance gathered his bags. He stopped in front of her, frowning as she refused to look up. She heard a soft whisper of her name, but kept her nose scrunched and eyes on her phone. She waited for the click before pressing on a familiar name in her phone. 

“You have the worst fucking timing. What do–” the sniffle cut him off. He shuffled a little, the background sounds no longer in her ear. “What happened?”

“C-can you just–”

“I’m coming.” With Kyojuro. 

Kyojuro peeked over at Sanemi’s phone, the name and photo ID popping up made his heart stutter. He knew they still spoke, that they were still good friends, but–

He shook his head, not wanting to think about those things at the moment. He watched as Sanemi answered the phone. 

“You have the worst fucking time. What do–” The white-haired man stopped mid-sentence, looked at Kyojuro before leaving the room. He frowned, taking a seat on the empty couch. Shinazugawa flung the sliding door open, seething, grumbling under his breath about “killing that song of a bitch.” 

“I’m coming.” Sanemi didn’t even question it; he had spent far too many nights listening to the eldest Rengoku son cry over the one he let slip through his fingers. The wind hashira didn’t even tell him what happened on the way to her apartment. Kyo figured he didn’t even know. 

The knock echoed throughout the quiet apartment and she brushed her palms against the apron before opening the door. Gold and red tufts of hair caught her eye before landing on the swirled irises. Sanemi stood behind the boisterous man and when it became clear she wasn’t going to kick him out, the white-haired man slipped away quietly, texting her that he’d check on her tomorrow.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” 

“Shinazugawa brought me,” his voice was unusually quiet. “Are you okay? Why are you crying?” She hadn’t realized the tears spilling down her cheeks again. She couldn’t tell if it was because Kyojuro was standing in front of her or if it was because of her fiance’s affair. She chalked it up to both before letting him in.

Kyojuro was never one to sit still, and tonight was no different. He followed her into the apartment and into the kitchen where the timer rang aloud. Her head jumbled, she ducked down and pulled the fresh tray of cookies from the oven. The heat burned through her skin and her fingers were quick to open, the cookies landing on the floor along with the tray.

“Fuck–”

“Baby, be careful!” The flame hashira rushed over, grasping her hands and bringing her to the sink to put cold water on the burns. The nickname made her head spin and the tears spring onto her lash line. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay. It was just a burn.”

“Just a burn?” His frown deepened. He sat her down on the counter and walked into the bathroom. Everything was still the same, in the same place. The only difference was the excess amount of men's shampoos and razors decorating the counter. He thought about throwing them in the trash. He didn’t. Rengoku ducked down, grabbing the first aid kit before slipping back into the kitchen. 

"You remembered." It wasn't a question, just an observation. I did live here at some point. But he didn't. Never officially, at least. He had this apartment memorized either way. 

"I'll make us some tea," was all he said when he finished wrapping her small fingers, his lips twitching with every passing second as he wanted to kiss the pain away — kiss away the burns, the tears, the aches in her heart. 

“He cheated on me…” she whispered, looking down at her soon-to-be scarred hands. 

“What?” God, don’t look at me like that. His eyes softened, stomach clenched. He frowned. 

“With his coworker. It started two months after our engagement party.” Her fingers danced along the jewelry on her hand, slipping it off. “I should have seen it coming, you know? I should have noticed the signs of him pulling away. Should have–” Rengoku squatted down to get into her peripheral. 

“No one can ever notice the signs.”

“I noticed them with you– when you–”

“I never cheated on you–”

“–when you pulled away from me.” She smiled sadly, looking down at Kyojuro. He took the ring, tossing it aside for the moment – and hoping it gets lost somewhere – before taking her hands. 

“Nothing that happened was your fault. Nothing.” Not me, not us, not this. “You are amazing, and always have been. You’re a wonderful partner.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. You're amazing, beautiful, so caring, and loving. You give your all and don’t expect anything in return. You make me–” he stopped, taking a deep breath. “You make everyone so happy.”

“Ky– Rengoku..” Say my name. He smiled softly, opting against voicing his thoughts. He can’t get upset about it now. He can’t let his name get in the way of making her smile. 

“I mean it.” She hiccuped, ducking her head down as the liquid spills against their hands. She tried to keep her sobs in, tried to breathe when he stood up and wrapped his arms around her middle. Her fingers gripped his haori, fisting the fabric between her fingers as she cried. “You have done an incredible job and I am so proud of you.” 

“K-Kyo–” Say it again. He tightened his arms around her, squeezing her gently. “Kyojuro…” Again.

“I’m right here.” 

“Why are you being so good to me?”

“Because it’s what you deserve. It’s what you’ve always deserved.” He towered over her as she wiped her eyes. His calloused fingers tangled into her hair, carding through the locks. “You deserve so much more than you were ever given in your life.” Her sobs just got louder, her hands covering her eyes and mouth. “More than I could ever give you. More than he ever could.” Just let it out. Her fingers clawing at his uniform while she cried. They stayed like that until she calmed down; stayed tangled together in the middle of the kitchen amongst the forgotten cookies and the discarded ring. Kyojuro held her until she could breathe again, carrying her to her bedroom and rocking her until she fell asleep pressed against his shoulder with tear stained cheeks and the pieces of their own shattered relationship spilled along fabric. 

“D-don’t leave me.” She whispered in her sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered as if she could hear him. 

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[absolutelynotsanebaby]

There’s an interesting look in Rengoku’s eye when he looks at drunk men, Tengen noticed.

Quietly, throughout the night, Tengen realizes that it’s not just drunk men that seem to trouble Rengoku, it's the angry ones. They’re leaving the tavern when one of those men, red in the face from alcohol and lips pulled into a sneer, grabbed Rengoku around his bicep.

“D’you think we wouldn't notice you and your pals' weird clothes–uniforms?”

[ladythot]

I see that you are into gacha gambling games you filthy child JK hi i'm a kny follower! in hopes of winning you back in the kny fandom and your dougyu scrumptious ficlets, you shud pway blade of pillar. it's nothing like hoyo but 👀 also i know that you deleted your fics but is there a way or some other platform you use for your deleted masterpieces 👉👈

I tried playing it for an hour kek I'm not really into this type of playstyle but strike me pink gud heavins I SEE DAKI AND I 💳💥💳💥💳 give her to me.

Add me if you like. I no have idea how long I'll be pwaying it but it's kwinda fun 👍👍

I have no other platforms since I deleted the rest of my old fics literally but I do keep them in Google docs. Was thinking of posting the links if iiii feel like it. Thanks for the undying support kny nonnie. You make me blush. Maybe I will consider opening for kny again

[demonslayedher]

Have you ever considered putting the one shots or au or ficlets you write on, like ao3 as proper fanfics or something? You are a great writer and I think people would love them.

I, like most writers, am but a squishy pile of goo always in need of validating comments such as this, or else I shall vaporize. Thank you for allowing me to retain physical form for another day, it is appreciated.

I have thought about putting some of them over there, especially the Shinobu Lives/Yushiro Dies (and that ending was beautiful) one because I was so satisfied with that, or the Pillars Have Bittersweet Encounters With Younger Selves one (there's no way to go wrong with a prompt like that that). Although I did answer an Ask one time with a full One Shot posted on AO3, there are two main reasons I haven't posted my Tumblr writings elsewhere: 1. I think it makes more sense within the context of an Ask as a framing device for what the writing was, it shows what the prompt was and how I worked with it, among readers who are familiar with how Tumblr works and might already be familiar with me as a meta writer (or crack fanartist) to better appreciate the angle I'm approaching it from. (Of course, reblogs beyond my sphere are always welcome.) I try to present each of my AO3 fics as something that might be the only exposure or context someone has to my work. 2. I am the kind of serious fanfic writer who tends to not start posting until the whole fic is drafted, so that I can maintain consistent updates and delivered a full story. The writings which only get posted to Tumblr are super messy, which I think works perfectly well for my Tumblr post style that goes all over the place, but I prefer to keep it separate from the more consistent approaches I take on my AO3 fics. With many of the AUs, I only write as much as would be headcanon, or jump around to only the parts I feel like, and it's also common for me to add more to them days or months later as I get more ideas. Rather, I'd be embarrassed if a lot of those crack AUs or unfinished-because-I-scared-myself ficlets were the only exposure to my work anyone ever had.

That said, I've written, uh... a lot. Since I wish I could organize my AO3 page to prioritize my best/favorite fics instead going in order of most recent update, I have played with the idea of writing my own fic link compilation, but I've got enough AUs that I should probably compile those too, huh? How many Demon Sibling AUs have I even done by now? How would I even categorize something as cracky as the Smol Mitsuri AU?? Most, but certainly not all are in the KnY Fix It AU tag, and I'm laughing at how long this tag is... that's not... that's not even all my AUs......

[farmhandler]

Excerpt from the next chapter, for fun

Here's an excerpt from my fic Worth More Than Salt. It's wedding time!!!!

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“I can feel you trembling,” Nezuko joked. Her pupilless eyes fixated on him, her smile all teeth. “Is it the ceremony itself? All those steps—I’m glad I don’t have to do that.”

“I… think so. We’ve been over it a bunch, but I still feel like I’m going to mess it up. What if I say something stupid?” Tanjiro clasped one of Nezuko’s hands, holding on fleetingly when she tried to back away. “What if I ask a really dumb question?”

He let her go and clutched at his stomach with his hand, to which she responded with by checking on his makeup. Alphas were often adorned with dark eyeliner and lipstick, if it suited. Nezuko had gone as far as touching up his eyebrows as well; he still felt like he could feel the ghost of her plucking away at the strands.

“Nezuko, I feel sick.”

“You are going to do great.” Nezuko tried his hand away from his abdomen and lifted it into the air between them. She squeezed both hands around his firmly for a few seconds, and then let go. “There! No more trembling. Now keep it that way.”

[whirling-fangs]

1, 9, & 10!

Meme for roleplay muns // accepting!!

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

[[ I'm really really not big on romance, but when my heart finally chooses a ship, it longs for that little moment... that first time the character goes "oh", and realizes that they're completely smitten :')

It's gonna be even more interesting to explore with Inosuke, because he'll probably feel that "oh", but he won't know what it really means... so he gets to experience it again when someone explains it to him ;w; it's double the fun ♥ ]]

9. Have you ever written fanfictions?

[[ It depends what counts as fanfiction :') I used to write a lot of drabbles for my old RP blog, between 2k~10k words, so they'd probably count. I've also completed Nanowrimo twice, so I've got two 50k+ words fics written, but I only published one. It's all centered on that same old fandom, so it probably wouldn't be interesting to anyone here ^^"

The only fic I have for KNY is this post-canon ficlet centered around Aoi and Inosuke mourning a certain someone :') ]]

10. Why do you write?

[[ To get the gremlin boar out of my brain x) No really, there's a plethora of reasons, but the main one would be to fill the voids that canon left here and there.

I want to explore Inosuke as a character in his whole depth, and that means putting him through scenarios that canon didn't have time to set up, or simply exploring his relationship with certain characters or OCs. I wanna put him through ALL the emotions, and break him like a geode to see what's inside :) ]]

[risingscorchingsuns]

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Mesmerized

little warmup drabble!!! modern high school AU where Hikaru is a theater student and Kyo is a top student on the student council :)

if you guys are interested I’ll turn this into a full length fic??? i wanted to gauge interest bc ive never written a modern AU before, so im just posting the introduction for now 🫶 let me know if that’s something u guys wanna see!

this is so extremely inspired by the minific @knyinfinity wrote me for my birthday, i keep going back to reread it 🥺💜🪲 ily kat thank you again!!!!

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Kyojuro Rengoku was a good student.

A great student, actually. A perfect 4.0, a member of the Student Council, and an active student leader at Kimetsu Academy. He was a model student, the ideal academic.

Kyojuro’s academic life kept him very busy. Between his hobbies, his studies, and his extracurriculars, Kyojuro had never had much time for a love life. Frankly, it had never bothered him very much- he’d never felt much attraction to any of the girls at his school, anyway. He simply didn’t have time for a love life- he had a legacy to uphold, after all. Crushes were time-consuming, so it only benefited Kyojuro that he’d never had one. He didn’t think about it much further than that- it gave him a weird feeling he wasn’t quite sure how to handle. So, Kyojuro simply ignored it. Problem for Future Rengoku, he figured.

And then, Kyojuro made a fateful mistake, one accidental decision that changed his entire life. Without meaning to, he got himself swept up in the most confusing emotional maelstrom of his entire life.

And all he did was go see the school play.

In all honesty, Kyojuro doesn’t even remember what the play was. He had only gone because one of the underclassmen he tutored, a girl named Mitsuri Kanroji, had led set design, and she had been very excited for him to see her efforts. Kyojuro had told her they were excellent, but frankly, he barely paid attention to them at all. All Kyojuro could look at was the lead male actor.

He was stunning. The way he moved with such passion, the way his eyes sparkled when he spoke, the way his deep indigo hair shone like waves of dark velvet beneath the spotlight… Kyojuro was utterly mesmerized. As soon as the man walked onstage, as soon as his first lines came from his mouth, Kyojuro couldn’t even begin to imagine paying attention to anything else. He felt like he’d been underwater all his life, and looking at this man onstage was his first breath of air. He felt like he’d die, he’d absolutely just die, there’s no way he could go on if he didn’t at LEAST learn this guy’s name.

What the hell was wrong with him?

[the-mu-in-muichirou]

I was reading the manga again and I came across:

Tanjirou sitting on Inosuke.

Yes, this was so he would stop fighting Genya but my mind went to a cute InoTan thing.

While Inosuke does push-ups Tanjirou sits on him and meditates to calm down or just reflect.

When they want to train or exercise together they do this.

It’s something they do when the day they had was a little too much.

they have excess energy but they don’t want to fight against each other but they also don’t want to be away.

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Inosuke sat on the ground for a moment letting out a huff, today had been shit. They could’ve done something, but they were late.

Inosuke gripped his pants tightly trying to ground himself, everything played back as he remembers the faults he had. He had a strong urge to yell and hit everything in the area until the events of the day faded.

Inosuke heard the door to the room open and close. Without speaking he laid on his stomach arms and hands in position, waiting for Tanjirou so they could start.

The familiar weight of Tanjirou quelled some of the anger he felt. Hearing Tanjirou’s breathing slow along with his presence and weight settled on him brought a hush to his remaining thoughts.

Once they were both ready, Inosuke started doing push-ups, lips in a frown as he looked back on the day. Tanjirou didn’t need to look at Inosuke to know that what happened bothered him greatly, more than usual. Inosuke’s movements were sometimes sped or stilled, his breathing growing harsher as he recalled how he should’ve been aware that there was another person with them.

“You didn’t know, neither did I,” Tanjirou sighed letting his eyes roam across the ceiling thinking of what he would’ve done if they had known. “There’s nothing we could’ve done at that point.”

“It’s our job to know, she shouldn’t have fucking been there!” Inosuke growled out, collapsing letting Tanjirou stay on him. If he didn’t have his weight Inosuke would probably go out and hunt the son of a bitch they let getaway.

“She was though, we didn’t know there was a little girl hiding under the rubble and the demon used her as a distraction so he could escape. He knew we would choose to try and save her.” Tanjirou closed his eyes, seeing the face of the scared little girl. Seeing how they were a little too late as the demon killed her and left her while they tried to figure out something.

“I’m going to kill that bastard when I get my hands on him.” Inosuke ground out resuming his activity.

“I know Inosuke...Sama” Tanjirou felt a smile pull at his lips when he heard Inosuke snort. They settled into a calm pushing back what they felt until tomorrow.

They were both still angry and ready to go out and take out the demon, but for now, they would take in the quiet space they made for themselves. They would stay with each other for a while longer and settle into a peace they had developed.

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Something like that ^^^

Just thought about it for a while since I noticed him sitting on Inosuke.

I didn’t plan on writing anything but here we are.

[strwbrrybxn]

say my name

rengoku kyojuro × fem!reader; 438 words

☞︎︎︎ third person pov

☞︎︎︎ warnings: none really; sad rengoku, angsty

characters: rengoku kyojuro, uzui tengen, sanemi shinazugawa, reader

©️ ALLYALLYGATOR 2022

All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize or post my work on this, or any other, sites.

Rengoku had a rough time looking her in the eyes, or even being in the same room for that matter. When she walked in, he made a quick movement to stand and slip out, pretending he had never seen her walk in. The flame hashira stood in the doorway, glancing as she spoke with Sanemi, a bright smile on her face. Her hair was longer since he had last seen her, a different color too. 

Rengoku had a rough time looking at her because all he could remember was her broken whispers of pleas not to leave; to not walk away from something they had built so beautifully, but — Rengoku was never good at completely ignoring the face of danger. He walked up to her, bright smile plastered on his face and;

She looked up at him, her eyes carrying nothing but joy and happiness; the shimmer of jewelry on her left hand caught his attention and made his heart drop into his stomach in the blink of his unusually large eyes. 

"Rengoku-san, how are you?" 

The words sounded bitter as they rolled off her tongue despite the smile. No, don’t call me that. Say my name again. 

He couldn’t answer, his tongue felt too heavy; mouth too dry. This was his fault – he drove her in the arms of someone else. He told her it was easier for her to find someone normal, someone who she wouldn’t have to worry about coming home when they left that morning. He had told her he didn’t love her and she should find someone who did, but God, did it hurt when she actually listened. She was such a brat, all the time – never listened. Why did she listen this time? Why, the one time he hoped she didn’t, she did? 

She tilted her head, waiting for him to answer her question, but he didn’t. They both knew he wouldn’t. The bags under his eyes were enough to prove how he was. She turned back to her conversation with Sanemi and Tengen was quick to swoop in and tug Rengoku out of there. The larger man didn’t say anything when he noticed the drops fall onto the ground beneath nor when he saw the shudder of his shoulders. No, Tengen stayed quiet and wrapped his arm around the broad, shaking frame. So unlike you, he thought while his fingers ran along his back. So unlike you to look so sad. 

“Kyojuro?” She whispered, her hands clasped behind her back as she stood in the doorway an hour later. He was asleep before he could hear her say his name again.

part ii

[rengoku-loves-you]

rengoku x confident!reader (who showers him in kisses)

(not requested by anyone, i just wanted to write a little something for myself! i’ve seen plenty of x readers where the reader is shy and hesitant and rengoku ends up confessing first, but since that just isn’t me, i decided to write my own! enjoy, lovelies!)

rengoku has liked you since he first met you. you’re straightforward and blunt - he likes that! he has a hard time grasping double meanings, so he appreciates that you don’t beat around the bush. as much as he enjoys talking to his fellow slayers, it can be exhausting trying to figure out exactly what he said that set sanemi off, or trying to decipher the strange poems gyomei seems to speak in. 

with you, it’s easy. refreshing. you don’t waste words. you don’t let time whittle away by talking pleasantries and nonsense. you say what needs to be said and nothing more or less. at the same time, whenever he talks, you listen like it’s the most important thing you’ve ever heard, unbothered by his volume or intensity.

not many people do that, and he treasures every moment with you.

it’s unfortunate that you don’t see each other often, he thinks. while he patrols his region, you’re everywhere else, hunting demons in other regions and only crossing paths with him when your missions overlap. but that means he treasures those chance meetings even more, remembering them happily and always looking forward to the next time you cross paths. he’s grown extremely fond of you in a little less than a year.

which is why, when he sees you on the horizon and recognizes you, he waves with both hands and rushes to greet you with a smile.

something is different this time, though. he doesn’t know it, but you’ve been looking for him for a few days now. you’ve been attempting to track him on his mission, hoping to catch him before he slays the demon and heads off again. 

see, on your last mission, you realized something. you’d had a near-death experience, like many before. but for some reason this one had shaken you more than the others. it had been a fire-based demon, and when it touched its fingers together and blew, fire spewed from its lips. you’d been burned badly, but you managed to defeat it in the end, watching as it screamed about phoenixes and rebirth. you’d been afraid it would somehow rise from its ashes.

it didn’t. it burned out like a candle, crying about how alone it was until the very end. 

and then for a brief, nauseating moment, the demon’s dull yellow hair had become brilliant gold with crimson flickering at the tips, and you watched rengoku’s face crumble in front of your eyes.

you didn’t know why. you didn’t have much, you were used to losing. rengoku was a friend. one you treasured, but still just a friend, and a pillar at that. you were sure you would end up dying before him.

but in that moment, hallucinating as you were, the idea of rengoku dying before you, dying alone, hit you like a train.

and when you see him again, hurrying towards you with the biggest smile on his face, the lowering sun making his golden hair glow like true flames, haori flapping dramatically behind him, you realize why. somehow, someway, you’ve developed something for him without noticing.

you step forward, and then you’re running to meet him halfway. you see him falter, confused. normally, you wait for him to come to you, but this time you don’t want to wait. even when rengoku comes to a near stop, you don’t slow. you’re close enough to see his lips form the beginning of your name.

then you crash into him, and even though you know he could easily withstand it he lets you take him down with hardly more than a sharp breath, rolling in a tangle of limbs. when you finally stop, you’re lying on your back, rengoku sprawled on your chest with your arms tight around him. if he were normal, you’d probably be crushing him, but he merely lies there for a long moment, breathing with you.

eventually, he squirms, and you loosen enough that he can push himself up, sitting on your stomach while your hands fall to his hips. he crosses his arms and raises a brow at you, but he’s smiling.

“what was that about?” he asks, grass tangled in the spun gold he calls hair, dirt smudged on his face and uniform. you stare. it’s only after he calls your name, his amused smile turning worried, that you remind yourself to speak.

“i missed you,” you say, smiling at him. he blinks at you. and then he blinks again, lips parting. and then he presses them together, grinning again as a huff of laughter escapes through his nose. he leans forward, strands of sunlight spilling over his shoulders.

“i missed you, too,” he says. “it’s only been a week, my friend. you’re not normally this excited to see me.” he lifts a hand to swipe away a streak of brown on the tip of his nose, then lets it fall back into the crook of his elbow.

“well, i realized some things,” you admit, starting to rub your thumb over the jut of his hip through the uniform. he glances down briefly, then back at your face, curious but not bothered. you chuckle, moving your other hand up to the back of his neck, gently tugging him down while you lean upward. he goes willingly, and you stop when your noses nearly touch. 

from this close, he has to look at you, not the space around you like he normally does. his crimson-gold gaze is intense, full of questions and expectations. you’re not being yourself, he thinks. you aren’t saying what you mean, and your actions are confusing him. you notice him prepare to speak, shifting and furrowing his brows.

you sit up a little further, brushing your lips against the corner of his mouth, because you only say what needs to be said.

when you pull away, his eyes are wide, so wide he looks like an owl. you laugh, releasing his neck to lean back on your elbow. you know he might not accept, but you don’t mind. you’ll still be friends, and as long as you can see him smile and live you’re content with just being that.

“ah,” rengoku says finally, and his arms uncross. he touches the spot you kissed, tracing his fingertips over it. “that was... not just a friendly kiss?”

“nope,” you say, and he gives another “ah,” softer than before. his fingers slide across his face, and then his palm is covering his mouth, his cheeks starting to tinge a lovely pink. his gaze flickers away from your face, down to your chest, down to himself, and he flushes further as if just realizing how you two are sitting. you, leisurely stretched out in the grass, smiling. him, straddling your lap.

he can’t help but admit to himself that he doesn’t feel too uncomfortable, just awkward and a little embarrassed. he knows he’s not light. 

“well,” he says, loud and clear as ever as he lowers his hand, “i’m not sure if you realize, but you missed.”

“did i now?” you tip your head, almost sure you can see steam rising from his head.

“yes, but i don’t blame you! it is, after all, getting darker and harder to see!” never mind the fact that the sun still isn’t fully set, washing everything in tones of orange and red. “worry not, i have an idea! i can guide you this time so you don’t miss!” his words speak confidence, but his cheeks match the tips of his hair and you can feel how tense he is.

“really.” you move upwards again, letting your breath ghost over his face. he shivers, looking at some point over your left shoulder.

“yes, really! so... whenever you’re ready, try again!” and then he sits, still and stiff with anticipation. adorable. you laugh, tipping your head forward and kissing his jaw. “ah, missed! higher than that!” you stretch, kissing the middle of his forehead. “missed again, lower! lower!” you’re giggling by the next kiss, right under his eye, and you can see his lips trembling as he fights a smile of his own. “to the right!”

“mine or yours?” you don’t wait for him to answer, tucking a wavy lock of hair behind his ear and kissing his temple.

“my right!” his voice is shaky with laughter, and you move over, pecking the tip of his nose. he wiggles it. “close! a little lower!” you pull back slightly, letting your hands cup either side of his face. a silent demand that he look at you, and eventually, he does. you ask him if he’s okay with this.

he responds by kissing you first.

[once-upon-a-scenario]

You know I’ll take my heart clean apart, if it helps yours beat” Two

For rengoku Kyojuro please!

Thank you!

Stellar choice, anon! Thanks so much for requesting! ^^ tw for reader being sliiiightly suicidal? Well, less actually “depressed and wants to die” and more “reckless disregard for their own life”

“You know I’ll take my heart clean apart, if it helps yours beat” (Rengoku/reader)

“I would have been happy to do it,” you whisper, bandages around your ribs and the taste of Kocho’s medicine still bitter on your tongue. “Why did you stop me?” He looks at you, expression unreadable. Rengoku rarely stops smiling, never frowns at all, but his face right now is tense, golden eyes still and stern. “You would have died.” You cough. Now there’s blood, droplets jumping from your lips and metallic with the medicine residue in your mouth. He’s by your side in an instant, wiping your face with a cloth in his warm, strong hands; you’re too weak to take the cloth from him and you’ve never felt more useless than in this moment, tears welling in your eyes and dripping down your cheeks, a show of weakness that you can’t handle right now. “It would have been an honor to die for your sake!” His arms are around you. You smell pine and campfires, your face buried in his chest, and you tremble from head to toe. Every part of me is yours for the taking- the muscles under my skin, the blood in my veins, the oxygen in my lungs. So why won’t you take it? “I don’t need those things,” he says simply. His hand caresses your back. “Kindness does not mean having to be cruel to yourself. You are brave and loved enough without the self-sacrifice.” His words make you sob like a child. You sit there in the hospital bed, his warmth and scent surrounding you like a shield against the rest of the world, and cry until there are no more tears left. You cry because you are loved.

[mysaldate]

Hello hello! May I request Rengoku Kyojuro x Tanjiro ( aged up) with prompt 5. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Thank you so much! Have a great day!

I left you hanging for far too long, I apologize profusely!

By the way, this is my first time ever trying to write either of them, making it all the more challenging. Still, they are very fun to write and I enjoyed this a lot!

5. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Kamado Tanjiro knows he’s being unreasonable. He knows that Rengoku Kyojuro is a wonderful man and that he has lots of wonderful friends. And he understands that they want to spend time with him as well and that he doesn’t have a monopol on him just because they’ve been dating for a few months now. But somehow, he still can’t help but feel bitter when they hang out with Kyojuro while he’s out on a mission.

And tonight is yet another night where he returns home to find half of the pillars in their backyard, drinking what he can only assume is sake and enjoying a pleasant chat for presumably hours. He smiles as he sees them, happy for their company but there’s just something about it that bothers him. He barely even greets them all before excusing himself and slipping back inside the house to take a bath and get some rest.

It isn’t until he gets in the tub that he hears steps coming his way. There’s a knock on the door and an all too familiar energetic voice calls his name. A smile grows on his face before he can even realize it, small and tired as it is.

“Come in Kyojuro.” He replies, watching the door slide open and then closed again as the fire hashira slips in.

“Kamado, my love,” he has to admit, he does love that nickname, and the way Kyojuro’s voice always roars with happiness whenever he says it only makes it all the better, “is something the matter?”

A sigh escapes him before he can stop it but he merely shakes his head, resting it back against the rim of the tub. His hair floats around his torso in the water and the weight lifted off his head somehow makes a bigger difference than he would’ve originally thought. His eyes fall close when he feels a warm hand on his scalp, rough fingers moving with surprising tenderness.

Surely anyone who’s ever met Kyojuro would be baffled by how much he can calm down when it’s just the two of them and how sensitive he can be to the most subtle of changes in behavior and mood. But that’s just the person he is, a gentle lover wrapped in rumbling explosion of passion. And he does love every single particle of him.

And yet…

“It’s not that I don’t want you to have friends, I just…” That makes it soud worse than it is. But he can’t think of anything better to say. “I wish I could spend that much time with you too.”

He leans more into Kyojuro’s caring touch. A hum of acknowledgment echoes through the room. Fingers ghost over Tanjiro’s face and carress his scar. And stop there.

He pushes his eyes open when the hashira doesn’t move for a while and a pair of bright, amused eyes welcomes him. It makes blood rush into his face but he doesn’t avoid the look.

“Tanjiro.” Kyojuro speaks his name with a low purr that sends shivers down his spine, the hot water all around him not helping either. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Tanjiro blinks up at him, confusion clearly reflecting in his big innocent eyes. Jealous? He hasn’t thought of it that way. Jealousy was like an ugly monster that ruined everything pretty and destroyed every any happy couple without mercy, right? But that’s not what he wants at all!

Noticing the panic rising in his eyes, Kyojuro gives a small laugh, returning to stroke his head slowly. The motion is soothing and before long, he can feel the boy relaxing under his touch again.

Still, a pout remains on the boy’s face and his eyebrows are knit together in a thoughtful expression.

“What’s the matter?” He asks again, this time contemplaiting to slip in behind his boyfriend, if only just to hold him close. But Tanjiro just heaves another sigh and smiles up at him, one of those bright and powerful smiles he always has.

“I guess I am. So I’ll work hard on that for you.”

Of course, Tanjiro will do anything to please him. But, he feels just a little bit phased with how quickly he is willing to let go of his own emotions for what he considers the best.

He can only stiffle a laugh as he leans down to kiss into his soft hair before resting his forehead against Tanjiro’s. “I don’t mind it. It’s cute.”

“How is being jealous cute?” The hanafuda earrings shake slightly as Tanjiro cocks his head to a side, nearly breaking apart their contact. “Isn’t it a bad thing? What if it gets worse? What if-”

“So what?” Kyojuro interrupts him before he can start rambling on and on about impossible scenarios. “Since you know not to let it get out of hand, it should be alright.”

He can hear him inhaling to protest again so he simply moves around and presses their lips together with a carefree grin, completely stealing the wind from Tanjiro’s sails. A little bit of jealousy is fine, cute even. And Tanjiro needs to start being at least a little more selfish for his own good.

Rengoku Kyojuro knows he’s being unreasonable. He knows Kamado Tanjiro is a wonderful man who would give his life for a complete stranger in a heartbeat. But is it really so wrong of him to want him to be at least a bit posessive? He laughs at his own thoughts, catching Tanjiro’s glance once more. As if understanding him, he laughs as well. They only stop to catch their breaths and they’re back to giggling like schoolgirls. At some point, their hands  have connected. Neither of them seems to mind though.

[kimetsu-no-reader]

Hello everyone!

I’m here to post my official rules for this blog! First and foremost, as it is to be assumed, this is a Kimetsu no Yaiba reader insert blog! So that being said, requests are only to pertain to KnY characters, but the requests can include AUs and what not. A few simple rules for this blog are:

No A/B/O requests. I’m not familiar with omegaverse whatsoever and not exactly interested in learning about it, mostly just a personal preference.

Mild gore is allowed, because obviously this series includes quite a bit of it. But nothing horribly grotesque, please.

NSFW requests are allowed! But please, again, nothing grotesque!

This is more of a warning than a rule, but this entire blog will be a spoiler zone! I write for all characters, and am currently caught up with the manga; BUT! If a request includes something that has happened within the past 10 chapters of the current, I will tag it as a spoiler!

I have a 5 character hard limit. So I will only write for 5 characters at a time (depending on the request!)

This is a reader insert only blog, so I won’t write pairings or OC inserts.

Other than these rules, I can’t think of anything. They’re subject to change at anytime though, but if they’re ever updated, I’ll re-blog this post to let everyone know!