#rengoku shinjuro x oc

[yuki2sksksk]

Continuation of this.

You guys can read it as OC or reader, since I don't think I will be naming her. Maybe just calling her 'Detective Hara' since her family name will be Hara. I changed that she grows up with the Rengoku brothers instead.

[iron-embers]

Just showing an update of self indulgence I’m working on….

(God Ruka is so pretty😩. Almost a shame to draw Hatomi’s hair in a bun, kinda wanna let it loose😂)

Also I will never get tired of drawing the Rengoku babies…NEVER! (look at the baby Senjuro and Young Kyojuro and tell me you can say no to those eepy babies.)

Will also never stop drawing the depressed alcoholic, I feel Ruka would be sad to see what has become of him…the worst part is he knows that.

Hope ya like and stay tuned!

[doumadono]

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

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

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

DEMON SLAYER KO-FI COMMISSIONS CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2 - THE CONFRONTATION

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her soft moans filled the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The words were like a spark in a powder keg. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she was not alone. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But they were not the only ones who visited. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A collective gasp rippled through the Hashiras. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shinobu nodded silently, confirming all of his thoughts. 

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

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

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

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

[sunandflame]

Flame and Water, Chapter 12

Ship & Trope: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader (Water Pillars Tsuguko) / Slowburn

Warnings: canon-typical violence / fluff / mention of trauma and fire

Word Count: 1880 Words

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The old lady's statements opened many questions for Kyojuro. Even when he said goodbye to her, he brooded over her words, but came to no conclusion. He was confused and a little hurt. Didn't you two trust each other that day so you kept something that important from him? Why were you hiding it? He thought that you were both close friends. He couldn't answer the question and would ask you about it later when you were feeling better. First, he had to talk to his father. He needed to know what had happened back then.

He entered the room where his father spent the most of his time and didn’t see him lying on his futon for the first time in years. Usually, he was either drinking and laying sideways while reading in that book but now he sat on the engawa, and his eyes were staring into the distance. Respectful as Kyojuro was, he sat down on the tatami mat to keep a distance and just as he was about to open his mouth, Shinjuro interrupted him.

"Is your girlfriend okay?"

Kyojuro had not expected this question. She was not his girlfriend. In general, he hadn't expected his father to ask about anyone's wellbeing, but it looked like he was sober. "Yes, she's unconscious, but-"

"And her burns?"

Kyojuro's eyes widened at this statement, and it hit him like a slap. Even his father knew that crucial detail about you. His gaze dropped as he clenched his fists on his knees. "The old lady next door treated her. She said she will be fine and should wake up in the next hour or so. She also told me that Y/N has several old burns. Something you seem to know about, father."

Shinjuro turned his head sideways to give him a silent look, before he turned ahead again and sighed. "15 years ago, there was a fire demon who attacked a village. His eye bore the sign Lower Rank One. A powerful opponent who managed to spread a firestorm and turned countless people into demons. It was something I had never seen in my lifetime as a slayer."

Kyojuro swallowed and listened to his father's words. Lower Moon One? He remembered the fight he had against Lower Moon Two to become a Hashira and how he had terrorized a whole city with his bombs.

Shinjuro continued. "Your girlfriend looked at me the same way back then, full of fear and terror. Unfortunately, she witnessed how I beheaded her parents while protecting her. They had been turned into demons who wanted to eat their own daughter. I was able to decapitate the Lower Moon One… but at what cost? There was no one left to save. He had killed everyone without exception or turned them into demons which forced me to kill them all. Only she survived, but she ran away from me like I was the monster… I found her buried under a heap of rubble and wounded with the worst burns I have ever seen on a human being. Her chances of survival were slim and yet I wanted to save at least one person in this tragedy. The scale of the catastrophe was great, the village burned beyond recognition of its existence. Just as she bore her scars from it, I too have one from this fiery hell."

Shinjuro turned his foot around so Kyojuro could see the burned soles. "The demon slayer uniform protected me, the tabi socks didn't and yet I wished that I would be the one who's skin burned and not that of a little child. I can understand if she doesn't want to talk about it. It must have traumatized her badly. Even I-"

Suddenly a stifled sob sounded behind the shoji door. Father and son immediately turned their heads and knew that you had been listening to them the whole time behind the thin paper walls.

You had woken up alone and scared in a room with a headache. A penetrating herbal smell immediately hit your nose. An earlier memory from your childhood had come alive again and you knew immediately that you were covered with a burn ointment. A similar one that they used on you as a child. One quick look under your hakama and you saw the reddened skin. Your leg couldn't get any uglier than it already is, you thought dryly. You stepped out of the room and looked around for Kyojuro and couldn't see him until you heard his voice.

You stood there petrified and listened to the complete story of Shinjuro and your village. So that's why your memories were patchy without even knowing. There was simply no one left to tell you about it because they were all dead and your parents- Your breath caught and the memory of them coming at you with contorted faces came back with a bang. They- they tried to eat you! You hadn't even noticed how the tears flowed down your cheeks when a choked sob escaped you and you immediately covered your mouth with your hand. You looked in the direction of the shoji door in fear and hurried away with quick steps. You didn't want to be seen by them - not in this state - and entered the first room that you saw.

You dropped to the ground and cried uncontrollably. A heavy burden seemed to have been lifted from your shoulders and the unrestrained grief over the death of your family and friends overcame you. You finally knew the complete truth without knowing you were living a lie. You were not alone because you were avoided, but because you were brutally robbed of every person you ever knew.

With your head on your knees, you succumbed to your grief when you suddenly felt a presence next to you. You looked up with tear-stained eyes right into golden-red hues. Kyojuro's gaze contained no pity and yet they were filled with sadness and empathy for you. "Y/N..." He took your hand in his and pulled you up. "You are not alone in this. I won't allow that, so share your pain with me." If Kyojuro could, he would take all your pain to never see you cry again.

More tears gathered in your eyes until you couldn't see anything anymore. "K-Kyojuro-" With a sob, you threw yourself into his arms. He immediately wrapped his arms around you tightly, holding you in a fierce embrace.

You cried into the crook of his neck. It took a while for you to calm down, but that didn't matter, Kyojuro was here to hold you. His tight warm hug, it was like he gathered all the broken and burned pieces and made you whole again. Without realizing you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and took in his scent which sent you into a light buzz. His scent was warm like the ray of sunshine with an earthy undertone. It was so comforting for your senses that you wanted to nuzzle your nose more until you realized what you were about to do, but you didn't pull immediately away. Kyojuro’s grip on your yukata was so tight, his face buried also into your neck. It seemed like as he didn’t want let go of you, like he had to make sure you were still whole.

It took a while for the two of you to loosen your grip on each other. Very slowly you moved your heads apart but only to look deep into each other's eyes. Still in his embrace, you gazed into his beautiful golden red hues, which always radiated such a passionate optimism, but now seemed to have a gleam you had never seen in him before. A pleasant tingling spread through you, and you felt the looming tension between you. Without realizing your faces came closer until your lips met.

It was soft and chaste, fleeting - the touch of his lips hotter than you thought in the short moment you kissed. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered excitedly when you saw a hint of blush on his cheeks.

"I- apologize!"

"For what?"

"For touching you in such an inappropriate way!" His face was now completely red, and you could not help but start to giggle.

"I think it’s called a kiss, Kyojuro."

Mesmerized, he stared at your lips while you giggled. "Yeah, and I think I am going to do it again..."

He was about to bend down to give you another kiss when you quickly placed your finger on his lips. "W-Wait! What if someone just barges in here?" You looked around with a slight panic.

You heard his deep chuckle. "That is not going to happen, since this is my room."

“Oh,” was the only thing that left your lips. You looked around wide-eyed and indeed, it looked like it belonged to him. You just went into the next available room in such a hurry that you didn't even notice it, but on closer inspection it was obvious. It included the usual things a room needed. A futon to sleep, a chest of drawers and a picture of his family. But there was one thing- no two things that stood out. One was a small chest that seemed to hold writing stuff and the other was a hanging scroll where "protection" was written in a calligraphy. It was above his futon. The origin didn’t seem to be himself.

“Do you like it?”

You nodded and started to blush madly when you realized how intimate this situation actually was. You were here alone in Kyojuro’s room as the said man was still holding you.

He laughed his boisterous laugh, and you felt his laughter vibrate all over your body. Your blush was just so adorable that he couldn’t hold himself back and kissed your cheek. Another silent moment passed between you when you just looked into each other's eyes and then he suddenly shouted. “Y/N!” His face was red like a tomato. “I love you and I would be happy if you could become my girlfriend!”

His confession was bold and like a burning fire. He literally was the Flame Pillar as a slayer and in his private time. You smiled as you pulled him in for another kiss, holding his face in your hands. It was not a long and passionate kiss as this was the first one you ever shared in your life, that was followed by several others. Each of them was short and soft, feather light like the butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach. Each kiss had him sigh in delight, between each kiss you whispered how you loved him too, how much you wanted to be his, until you rested your head on his chest with closed eyes, and heard the strong and steady beat of his heart. You heard how excited he was that the feeling was mutual.

He noticed your exhaustion of the day and laid down on his futon, pulling you close in a comfortable and comforting embrace. You nuzzled your face into his chest, the symbol of protection over both of your heads, and you indeed felt protected for the first time in your life in the embrace of a Flame.

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Big thanks to my lovely friend @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi for beta reading and editing❤️) As some might have realized that the story is close to the end. Chapter 13 will be the last and then there comes an epilog. I hope you will stay tuned till the epilog. And again I am open for discussions and critique. All likes, reblogs and replies are highly appreciated!

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[tatsumessy]

~ Ignoring Him ~

Ft: Kyojuro Rengoku

Genre: Angst - Fluff

Description: Rengoku has been distancing himself from you and the only time you two have really seen each other is at Hashira meetings when he’s not on back to back missions.

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“How was your mission Y/n?” Shinobu asked messing with your hair, she started braiding it as you told her about your recent mission. Two people walked in which happened to be your boyfriend Rengoku and Uzui Tengen.

Tengen greeted you, “Good Morning Y/n.” He said walking over with Rengoku behind him, “Good Morning.” You responded as Shinobu soon followed, “Good Morning Y/n.” Rengoku said giving you his natural big smile. You rolled your eyes and walked away undoing whatever Shinobu did to your hair.

Pushing your haori to the side you sat down next to Mitsuri putting one leg over the other and letting out a long sigh. “Man that demon really took a lot out of me.” You said as Mitsuri perked up to listen to whatever you had to say, “Did you get checked out by Shinobu?” You shook your head no looking up at the sky admiring the light airy clouds moving all throughout the soft breezy air.

A bell rang signaling everyone telling us that the headmaster was here for the meeting. Usually you would take your seat kneeling next to Rengoku but today you decided to kneel in between Sanami and Obani. They both gave you a look but ignored it, obviously the side eye that Rengoku was giving you all throughout the meeting was distracting you but in all honesty you were too pissed to care.

Once the meeting ended you were ready to leave and go back home but the headmaster called for you inside for a one on one talk. “Y/n my dear I sense you’ve been very distracted lately.” He said smoothing out his kimono that he was wearing, I smiled to myself before finding something to say. “I don’t know what to say. I apologize for not staying focused.” “There’s no need to apologize child. You have been doing such an amazing job I would like to offer you something.”

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Walking out of the house I was met with dark skies and heavy rain pour. Stepping onto the stepping stones you continued to walk down the path out the gates. You used the back of your haori to cover yourself from the rain while walking towards a nighttime resting inn.

There no way you could make it home this late in heavy rain pour, hell there might even be a storm and you would t want to get caught in it. After a few minutes you finally found a place that seemed to be quite lively, stepping in something felt off as you spoke to the receptionist.

“Something big must be going on. You’re the 5th person to walk in here dressed like that in that uniform.” She handed walked over to step infront of you and led you to a hallway that had sets of rooms very close to each other. She opened the door to the room ushering you inside the room, you smiled thanking her before taking off your clothes leaving you in your bra and underwear.

While setting your stuff up to dry the entrance to your room slid open at an intensely high speed. Turning around you were met eye to eye with fiery red eyes and a huge gigantic smile. “I thought I sensed my beautiful partner here.” He spoke stepping into the room and sliding the door shut behind him.

You rolled your eyes putting up the last two pieces of your uniform on rack. In an instance his presence was way closer to you, his hot breath fanned the back of your neck almost causing you to falter. Pushing past him you head over to the dresser you grabbed the white flower pattern disposable kimono slipping it on.

Before you could tie it up you were stopped by a pair of hands on your waist making their way to the open slit that was hiding your half naked body away from him. His lips pressed against the back of your neck making their way around to your collarbone. “Baby why are you ignoring me?” He whispered kissing behind your ear, your sweet spot.

A small whimper left your mouth as his hands ripped the kimono off your body. “Don’t.” You said trying to push his hands away but he was way stronger than you, “Why? Why should I stop?” He responded picking you up and setting you down on the short dresser, he kissed your collarbone again down to your chest. “I want to know why my girlfriend is ignoring me and hasn’t spoken to me in days.” You scoffed at his comment pushing him off of you.

“Why I’ve been ignoring you? Oh please be for real Rengoku. You haven’t spoken to me in weeks and expect everything to be okay.” You said trying to push him away from you but he kept his lips attached to your neck like a leech. Letting out another lewd moan he covered your mouth with his hand before quickly replacing it with his mouth.

He pushed you against the wall harshly as his hands roamed the lower part of your back gently massaging it when his hands touch a sore area causing you to whimper in pain. He back away looking down in the area where his hand was seeing a large bruise on your back. “Y/n how did you get this?” He asked giving you a worried looked but again you rolled your eyes and looked away.

“Why do you care. You don’t seem to listen to anything I have to say anyways.” He scoffed and smiled pulling your chin to look at him. “What’s with all this attitude my love?” That nickname, it did things to you. The wall you were trying to hide behind quickly fell as you dropped your gaze to the floor, “The last demon I fought. It didn’t come out unscathed like I usually do.” “Did you not go to the butterfly mansion to make sure you were okay?” He asked rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Why do you care? You haven’t really cared for the past couple of weeks-” He shut down your accusations as his eyes glanced down at your lips back up to your eyes. A wave of shock blew through your spine when his fingertips ran from your tailbone all the way up to your cervical. “I do care. You can’t blame me for being busy. I’m sorry for not being by your side as much as you want me too but I’ll promise to be better.”

Looking off to the side you couldn’t believe him, he said the same thing last time but seeing you hurt he actually looked like he was serious this time. “I mean it.” He said kissing your jawline, you let out a long sigh turning to face him. “Okay.” You responded rubbing the side of his cheek, he leaned in want to place a kiss on your lips but you stopped him.

“Just because I said yes, doesn’t mean you’re out of the dog house.” Smiling he kissed the bottom of your jaw again and backing away from you. He picked up the kimono and helped you put it back on before helping you off the dresser and onto the floor.

The both of you laid their for the rest of the night talking about what had been going on with the both of you for the past month.

[censoredhysteria]

why he act like a bitch

[rasshu-benaiokny]

✘ KNY Fake Screenshot - Shinjuro & Rasshu ✘

➥ Rasshu's lifetime exists in the past alongside Shinjiro and Sakonji in their prime! Rasshu's relationship with Sakonji will always be nice and fun but Rasshu's relationship with the Rengoku line eh. Rasshu had to deal with the meanest Rengoku and often had to pair with him; which meant she got beat up, sometimes. Gyutaro hates Shinjuro with a burning passion.

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Gyutaro: I hate that man, yah know... treat'n you like you ain't the prettiest lady there.

Rasshu: I am the only... lady there at the moment, sweetie...

Gyutaro: EXACTLY... He should treat you better. Like that Sakonji tramp, you hang around with.

Rasshu: And lose a valuable training partner... keh... no

Gyutaro: how bout I give him a valuable training sesh my god d* self?

Rasshu: over meh dead body sweets...

[tothemeadow]

Commissioned by @ad-astra-hetalia

Rengoku Shinjuro x OC

Onsens are meant for relaxing, right? Why not make the most of it?

warnings: NSFW, daddy kink, age difference, size difference, light choking, semi-public sex, PWP, improper preparation and porn logic please for the love of god use lube

words: 1.5k

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What Daddy wants; Daddy gets.

Well, that’s what Daniel tells himself, anyway. He likes to think that he can be suave and have his beloved wrapped around his little finger, but things aren’t… quite like that. Still, when it comes to Shinjuro, Daniel is more than willing to do anything the other says. Rather than act and comply like a sneaky vixen, Daniel is more of the shy, flustered bunny type.

Shinjuro doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’s said numerous times that he likes a well-mannered, softly spoken person. His sons are enough to fill the roles of obnoxiousness personified (looking at you, Kyojuro), and he’s long lost his wife. And yes, Daniel will admit, being able to fill the hole left in Shinjuro’s heart was just a bit too much to handle.

As hard as the struggle was, Daniel soon found himself worming his way into the older man’s heart.

Even now, after all this time together, Daniel still finds himself blushing lightly when he steals a glimpse at Shinjuro. Although he isn’t his wife (which Daniel wouldn’t mind becoming, to be honest), their relationship is… unique. While Daniel is easily Kyojuro’s age – hell, he could pass for Shinjuro’s own son if you squint hard enough – there’s something delicious about being the focal point of such a refined, older man.

A finger jabs Daniel in the cheek. Shaking himself from his thoughts, Daniel stares, wide-eyed, at the one sitting next to him. Jeez, even whilst in his beloved one’s company, he still gets distracted by thoughts of him. Shinjuro quirks an eyebrow, seemingly amused by Daniel’s blank expression.

“You alright?” Shinjuro asks.

Daniel suppresses a shudder. Shinjuro’s voice carries a velvety rasp, deep and warm and perfect.

He glances around him, pulling his thoughts properly back to earth. Ah, yes – the onsen. Thankfully, it’s private, so they won’t get interrupted. The hotel they’re staying at offered them a token – a special commodity provided by Shinjuro’s work, especially since he’s the one who had to take the trip for a set of special meetings. Steam rises from the heated water, carries the scent of the perfume bars. It’s quite delightful, really, even if it’ll end up making Daniel’s fair skin flushed to the point of near discomfort.

“Yes, Daddy,” Daniel replies, voice meek. “I’m just getting lost in my thoughts, that’s all.”

Shinjuro hums and leans back against the rocks, the water rippling from the movement. Daniel watches as he grabs the bottle of wine (he notices this is the second one tonight) and pops it open with a practiced ease.

“Daddy,” Daniel whines, though his voice remains small. “You promised me that you weren’t going to drink much during this trip.”

Shinjuro merely shoots him a glance but says nothing. Instead, he opts to swing his head backward, bringing the bottle directly to his lips and taking a swig. Again, Daniel opens his mouth in complaint, but the quip dies on his tongue as Shinjuro’s abruptly slithers inside. Wine slips into his mouth, some of it spilling from the corners of his lips.

Daniel squeaks in surprise, his hands reaching up to clutch onto Shinjuro’s broad shoulders.

“You need to relax,” Shinjuro drawls when he pulls away.

Heat rises to Daniel’s face, and it’s not because of the steam coming from the water. He sputters on a weak excuse of a sentence.

Again, Shinjuro drinks from the wine bottle. His lips pop with an ah as he sets the bottle back down. His hand slinks back underneath the water, reaching out and grasping Daniel’s. Daniel jumps from the touch, his heart fluttering. Shinjuro’s hand is huge compared to his own, covered in callouses and radiating so much warmth.

A slight gasp passes through Daniel’s mouth as Shinjuro brings his hand to his lips. “Little Prince,” Shinjuro begins, “do I need to make you relax for you?”

The both of them know of what this looks like. While the world is gradually opening up more and more to the idea of two men being together, this isn’t what is expected. Shinjuro’s all too aware of what his coworkers say, how his arm candy is a young man, how it’s a shame that he didn’t remarry to another beautiful woman. How would they react to such a man calling his arm candy “Little Prince?”

“Your eyes are glazing over,” Shinjuro says, his tone rough. “Must I remind you that I don’t like it when you don’t pay close attention?”

Daniel swallows thickly. “I’m sorry, Daddy. It’s just…” He pauses, glances around. Although they’re alone at the current moment, the possibility of a hotel worker randomly showing up weighs heavily on his consciousness.

The hand holding onto Daniel’s lets go, instead moving to clutch onto his chin. “Words.”

A familiar warmth swirls in Daniel’s gut. “I don’t anybody to catch us,” he murmurs.

Shinjuro’s mouth twitches. “Not into exhibition, hmm? Not even for me?”

It’s not fair when Shinjuro plays like this. He knows all of Daniel’s weak points, how flustered he gets… “I never said that,” Daniel bites back. Although his face burns, he’ll be damned if he lets Shinjuro get away with the mindless teasing.

“Let us relax,” Shinjuro presses on, disregarding Daniel’s remark.

Now that Shinjuro’s practically leaning over Daniel, he feels smaller. Compared to Shinjuro, Daniel is tiny. He usually has to crane his head up to look Shinjuro properly in the eyes. But… but like this, he craves for the pathetic feeling, like he’s going to be crushed at any moment.

“I know that look.”

Again, Shinjuro hums. He descends, his tongue slipping into Daniel’s mouth. He’s met with no resistance; rather, Daniel gives a light moan, his smaller hands clutching onto the swell of Shinjuro’s chest. Fuck, Shinjuro’s so big – and in more ways than one. Wet noises soon fill the onsen, the water lapping against the rocks as Shinjuro rocks his hips against Daniel’s, his thick cock grinding against those milky thighs.

“Daddy, Daddy,” Daniel pleads. “Please…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Shinjuro drawls, his lips skimming down the side of Daniel’s neck. “Little Prince gets so impatient sometimes…” He quickly nips Daniel’s neck, earning himself a squeak. “Tell me what you want.”

Daniel sinks his teeth into his lower lip. His cock throbs, the precum beading at the tip and mixing into the water. It’s shameful how his hole clenches in anticipation, desperately wanting something to fill it up. A moan spills from his lips as Shinjuro kisses him; he can never deny Shinjuro’s tongue as it plunges inside, runs over the crooks of his teeth, flicks against the roof of his mouth.

Pleasured tears gather in his eyes as Shinjuro’s large hand grasps around his cock. It’s pathetically tiny compared to the size of Shinjuro’s palm, but it makes Daniel whine nonetheless. He feels so safe in Shinjuro’s arms, so helplessly small…

The hand around his cock pumps him steadily, the thumb digging into the slit and spreading the precum around the silky head. Another whorish moan breaks from Daniel’s chest as he pulls away, his palms pressed flush against Shinjuro’s pecs. He watches as Shinjuro continues to jerk him off, the other hand slipping underneath and pressing against his quivering hole.

“Daddy, please.”

“Don’t dare think about anything else,” Shinjuro grunts.

Daniel nods his head frantically; it kicks back as he gives another moan. Shinjuro’s fingers fill him so well, holy fuck. He keens as Shinjuro pumps his fingers in and out, the water slapping harder against the rocks from the power of his forearm. Daniel clings on desperately, a mantra of Daddy gracing the air.

Before long, Shinjuro’s cock replaces his fingers. Daniel falls speechless, his eyes rolling back. Shinjuro’s cock fills him even better than his fingers, the veins throbbing heartily against his velvety walls. All Daniel can do is shiver and cry, tears streaming down his face all the while.

With a tsk, Shinjuro lifts a hand, brings it to Daniel’s neck.

“Yes, yes, please! Daddy- nngh!”

Shinjuro’s fingers lightly close around Daniel’s neck. All it takes is a little pressure on the arteries, stop the blood a tiny bit. It never fails to make Daniel moan like a bitch in heat, his hole clenching down hard. His cock spasms, his spend plastering itself all over his skin.

Shinjuro curses, his hand letting up. He lets Daniel catch a breath before doing it again; this process repeats, his hips snapping into Daniel’s with a controlled force. The water spills over the edges of the onsen, the sound of whimpers and deep grunts filling the air. The closer to orgasm he gets, the faster Shinjuro’s hips move, his cock plowing deep inside Daniel. He chases after the edge with reckless abandon, his hand tightening around Daniel’s neck. Daniel cums again, his fluttering hole clutching onto Shinjuro’s cock with a merciless grip.

A string of curses and praises spills from Shinjuro’s lips as he slumps forward, his chin resting on the crown of Daniel’s head. “Fuck, Little Prince… You alright?”

Pulling away, he’s met with Daniel’s waggling tongue and hooded eyes. “Never better, Daddy,” he slurs. “Thank you for helping me relax.”

Shinjuro scoffs his amusement. His hand caresses the side of Daniel’s face. “Anything else?”

Daniel hums. “Can I… Can I have some more?”

[bunnythieved]

old art but it’s the only thing i drew of me n shinjuro 🫶🫶

[iron-embers]

Spirits are the souls of loved ones that have left the living world, some pass on to the threshold of reincarnation, some haunt the living with their past regrets and unfinished business. But some…linger. While they hold no malice to cause suffering onto the living, some spirits feel they are not yet ready to leave. Not when they worry for the well-being of those they left in the land of the living. Despite the circumstances of her passing, while not having any problems left behind, Ruka worried for her young sons she could not have the opportunity to raise herself. Worried that the neglect her husband inadvertently caused would make their sons suffer, she lingered. Hoping to watch over them in her own way, she is drawn to the sound of silence and warm light coming from the open door. Quiet snores came from their bedroom, and watching another care for them while bittersweet, gave a sense of relief to her soul seeing their peaceful faces lost in the world of dreams. Just as the woman with eyes like honey hummed with content as she fixed the blankets, so did Ruka watch on with a knowing smile, her ruby eyes glittering with a comforting gaze. Her sons were alright, they were not alone…..but did her husband feel the same?

Looking over her shoulder, she was met with shadows, and through the dim light could see a hunched form. Too lost in his own thoughts, tormenting himself with those doubts that clouded both his mind and his features. She remembered he used to look softer, more confident with his kindness……and yet his once warm bright face…..now ridden with inexplicable exhaustion. Seeing her husband cause himself such pain, refusing to sleep and instead holding onto that bottle as if it could bring him any comfort. From where the spirit stood she could sense his unease even with his back turned away. He didn’t seem to want to acknowledge the open doors behind him, as if seeing the sons she left to him could not ease his broken heart…..it brought a deep sorrow to the spirit to see him like this. As much as she wanted to comfort him, to urge him to look at their sons, she knew the world of spirit had no foothold in influencing the living like that. No….all she could do was watch him wallow in grief, and yet even then she hoped. Wishing he could see that even with her absence, he was not alone and was loved. Praying that he would be able to get himself out of the hole he was digging for himself. Hoping he would one day turn around and look into the light without shame or fear, that he wouldn’t be afraid of being there for his sons…..Before it was too late.

Back on a wonderful Saturday to bring in the angst train😂🤣😭. I feel Ruka had always been there in some capacity, brought on with the worry of the family she left behind. Seeing her sons thriving and peaceful is a relief…but seeing the sadness Shinjuro is still going through brings a pain to her. Ruka would have given anything to be back with them, but she has accepted that it cannot be, and that moving on is part of living and creating a good future. Concerned that Shinjuro is blinded by his own sadness to see that his sons still need him, more then ever now that she can’t be there…all she can do is hope that he will realize it before he will regret not being there when it matters most. Hatomi may not see her, but I’m certain Ruka would be happy that she chose to be there for them. Ruka as the mother of the two blessings she left behind, appreciates that her sons are being looked after by another mother that made the conscious decision to protect them. Hope ya like and feel free to ask questions if you wanna know more!

[doumadono]

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!, original female character, non-con, bondage, forced orgasm, unprotected & rough p in v, mentions of alcohol abuse, breeding, name calling, creampie

Synopsis: Hoshiko is assigned to guard Shinjuro and help with his alcohol addiction, but he resists her efforts. One night, he decides to assert his dominance in the Rengoku mansion, proving that despite being a former Hashira, he remains a dangerous man

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

DEMON SLAYER KO-FI COMMISSIONS CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 1 - THE HAPPENING

The night was thick with an oppressive silence, the kind that blankets the world just before a storm. 

Within the Rengoku estate, the air was stifling, filled with an unspoken tension that seeped into every corner. The household, once filled with laughter and the sounds of training, had succumbed to a heavy stillness, its vitality drained away by the despair that had taken root within its walls.

Shinjuro Rengoku, former Flame Hashira, sat slumped in his chair, a half-empty bottle of sake clutched in his hand. The room reeked of alcohol, a stark testament to his descent into self-destruction. His once fiery eyes were now clouded, the flame of his spirit dimmed by years of pure grief and regret. The loss of his wife, the pressures of his position, and the weight of his own failures had driven him to this sorry state. 

He took another swig from the bottle, the liquid burning down his throat, but it did little to numb the ache in his heart. 

The knock on the door was an unwelcome intrusion, cutting through the fog of his inebriation.

Shinjuro scowled, ignoring it at first, hoping whoever it was would take the hint and leave him in peace.

But the knocking persisted, growing more insistent. With a growl of frustration, he heaved himself out of the chair and staggered to the door, sliding it open with more force than necessary. He squinted at the figure standing before him, his vision swimming.

A woman stood there, with long, silver hair cascading down her back. She wore a dark, form-fitting uniform, a white cloak draped over her shoulders, and her hand rested on the hilt of a katana at her side. Her eyes, cold and piercing, met his with an intensity that cut through the haze of his drunkenness.

"What do you want?" Shinjuro barked, his voice slurred and rough. "Can't you see I'm busy, woman?”

The woman did not flinch. "Shinjuro Rengoku, I am Hoshiko. I have been assigned to ensure your protection and to assist you."

Shinjuro's eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed in anger. "Assigned? By whom?" he demanded, his grip tightening on the bottle. "And why would I need protection? I am no longer a Hashira. I am nothing."

Hoshiko's expression remained impassive. "Regardless of your current status, the higher-ups have deemed it necessary. Your life is still valuable, and there are those who would seek to exploit your weakness."

"Weakness?" Shinjuro roared, his face flushing with a mixture of rage and humiliation. "You dare speak to me of weakness? You know nothing of what I have endured, what I have lost."

Hoshiko's gaze did not waver. "Perhaps not. But I do know that drowning in sake will not bring back what you have lost, nor will it protect those who still depend on you."

Shinjuro's breath came in ragged gasps, his fury battling with a deep, gnawing despair. He wanted to lash out, to drive her away, but something in her unyielding demeanor held him back. "Why a woman?" he spat finally. "Do they think I am so far gone that I need a babysitter?"

Hoshiko's gaze hardened. "I am not here to coddle you, Rengoku-sama. I am here to fulfill my duty. Whether you accept my presence or not is irrelevant."

Shinjuro staggered back, the room spinning around him. He slumped into his chair, clutching the bottle like a lifeline. "Fine," he muttered, his voice heavy with defeat. "Stay if you must. But do not expect me to be grateful."

Hoshiko inclined her head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment. "I expect nothing from you," she replied. "My duty is clear, and I will see it through."

Hoshiko stepped across the threshold of the Rengoku mansion, her boots making a soft thud against the wooden floor. 

The air inside was thick and stagnant, a stark contrast to the crisp night outside. Her keen eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the scene of disarray that greeted her. 

The grandeur of the mansion’s past was still visible beneath the layers of neglect, but it was a faint echo of what once had been.

Empty bottles were strewn about the floor, some still upright but many toppled, their contents long since evaporated or soaked into the wood. The acrid scent of stale alcohol clung to the air, mingling with the musty odor of dust and decay. Shards of broken glass glinted menacingly in the dim light, a silent testimony to the fits of rage and despair that had evidently taken place here.

Furniture was upturned, cushions and blankets tossed carelessly, creating an obstacle course of clutter and chaos. Papers and scrolls lay scattered, their edges curling with age and neglect. The remnants of what might have been meals were abandoned on tables, now a haven for flies. The once meticulously kept home of the Rengoku family was now a desolate, almost sleazy, space.

Hoshiko's gaze flicked over to Shinjuro, who had collapsed back into his chair, the half-empty bottle of sake still clutched tightly in his hand. His eyes, bloodshot and bleary, barely registered her presence as he took another swig, the liquid dribbling down his chin. His appearance mirrored the state of his surroundings — disheveled, broken, and completely lost.

She took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to comment on the squalor. There was no point in voicing her thoughts; the evidence of his downfall was all around them, and Shinjuro was undoubtedly aware of it. Instead, she steeled herself, allowing her eyes to convey her disapproval as she surveyed the room with a calm, detached air.

Moving deliberately, Hoshiko stepped over a pile of discarded clothing and made her way deeper into the mansion. She would need to clear a path, at the very least, to ensure there were no hazards for her charge — or herself. The sooner she could bring some semblance of order to this chaos, the better.

As she began to right some of the upturned furniture, Hoshiko cast another glance at Shinjuro. 

He seemed oblivious to her efforts, lost in his own world of misery and self-pity. 

She would not pity him, she decided. Pity was useless. What he needed was someone strong enough to drag him out of the abyss he had fallen into, someone who would not coddle or enable his self-destruction.

"Stay out of my way," Shinjuro muttered, his voice slurred, though the anger in it was unmistakable as he repeated himself yet again. "I don’t need your help."

Hoshiko paused, straightening a chair with a measured calm. She met his gaze, her eyes unwavering. "Whether you think you need it or not is irrelevant," she replied evenly. "I distinctly remember saying I am here to fulfill my duty."

Shinjuro scoffed, turning his head away, but not before Hoshiko caught a glimpse of the torment that flickered in his eyes. She continued her work, silently vowing to herself that she would not be swayed by his resistance. There was too much at stake to allow his pride and despair to thwart her mission.

As the night wore on, Hoshiko methodically cleared away the detritus, creating a semblance of order amidst the chaos. She worked silently, her movements efficient and precise. 

As she cleaned, Shinjuro watched her from his chair, a strange mix of emotions churning within him. Resentment, shame, and something else – a glimmer of hope, buried deep beneath the layers of his self-imposed misery. His gaze occasionally lingered on her with a flicker of curiosity as well.

The mansion, though still far from its former glory, began to look less like a ruin and more like a home in desperate need of care. 

Hoshiko knew that the physical mess was only a symptom of a deeper rot, one that would take far more effort to cleanse. But it was a start, and in this grim, forsaken place, even the smallest step towards order felt like a victory.

As dawn approached, Hoshiko finally paused, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. She looked around, assessing her progress. It was far from perfect, but it was better. 

She glanced at Shinjuro, who had fallen into a restless sleep, the bottle finally slipping from his grasp. 

For the first time since she had entered the mansion, Hoshiko allowed herself a moment of hope. The path ahead would be long and arduous, but she was determined to see it through. 

Shinjuro Rengoku might have been a broken man, but within him still burned the embers of the warrior he once was. And she would not rest until those embers were rekindled into a roaring flame.

The days that followed were a grueling test of endurance, both for Hoshiko and for Shinjuro. 

He made no effort to hide his contempt, his behavior a mix of belligerence and self-pity. 

Yet, Hoshiko remained steadfast, her presence a constant, unyielding force in the household. She shadowed him with a quiet resolve, ensuring he ate, rested, and did not completely succumb to his vices.

Each morning, Shinjuro would awaken to find Hoshiko already up and about, methodically cleaning the mansion and preparing a simple breakfast. He would scowl at the sight of her, muttering under his breath about her intrusion. "You don't need to do this," he'd snap, pushing the bowl of rice away. "I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

Hoshiko would simply raise an eyebrow, her expression remaining impassive. "Clearly," she'd reply dryly, her tone never wavering. "And yet, here we are."

One particularly rough morning, Shinjuro stumbled into the dining room, his eyes bloodshot and his movements unsteady. The previous night had been a haze of sake and bitter memories, and now, the light of day was a harsh and unforgiving reminder of his failures. He saw Hoshiko setting the table and felt a surge of irrational anger. "Why are you still here?" he growled, his voice rough and strained. "I told you I don't need your help, woman!"

Hoshiko paused, her eyes meeting his with that same unwavering intensity. "And I told you I am not here for your approval," she said calmly. "I am here to ensure your well-being, whether you like it or not, Rengoku-sama."

Shinjuro's hands clenched into fists, his body trembling with rage. He wanted to throw something, to break the suffocating calm that she exuded. Instead, he swiped the bowl off the table, sending it crashing to the floor. "Damn you, woman!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty halls. "Do you think you're better than me? That you can just waltz in here and fix everything?! Get out of my fucking kitchen! I don't need your damn pity," he snarled, his voice slurring as he swayed on unsteady feet.

Hoshiko did not flinch. She bent down, picking up the shattered pieces with a steady hand. "No," she said quietly. "I do not think I am better than you. I am not here out of pity as well. I do think, however, that you can be better than this."

Her words hung in the air, a quiet challenge that cut through his fury. 

Shinjuro turned away, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wanted to lash out, to drive her away, but deep down, he knew she was right. The fight left him as quickly as it had come, leaving behind a hollow ache.

There were other moments, too, where Shinjuro's brash behavior tested Hoshiko's patience. 

One evening, after a particularly heavy bout of drinking, the former Hashira confronted her in the courtyard. 

Despite the bleak circumstances, Hoshiko's discipline never wavered. She trained in the courtyard, her movements precise and deadly, a silent reminder of the strength she possessed.  She was practicing her forms, the fluidity and grace of her movements a stark contrast to his stumbling gait.

"Why do you bother?" he slurred, leaning heavily against the wall. "Why waste your time on a broken man?"

Hoshiko did not pause in her practice, her katana slicing through the air with deadly precision. "Because you are not broken," she replied evenly. "You are wounded, yes. But wounds can heal."

Shinjuro laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and grating. "You speak as if you know what it's like," he sneered. "But you don't. You have no idea what I've been through."

Hoshiko finally stopped, lowering her katana. She turned to face him, her dark blue eyes cold and unyielding. "You are right," she said softly. "I do not know your pain. But I do know that wallowing in it will not bring you peace."

Shinjuro stared at her, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "And what would you know of peace?" he asked, his voice tinged with vexation.

Hoshiko's gaze did not falter. "I know that it is not found at the bottom of a bottle," she stated simply. "And I know that you will never find it if you do not at least try."

Without warning, he lunged at her, his movements fueled by rage and desperation. Even in his drunken state, his speed and strength were formidable, remnants of the Hashira he once was. His hand shot out, aiming to grab her by the collar and throw her off balance.

Hoshiko reacted instinctively, her training kicking in. She sidestepped his initial attack, her body moving with a fluid grace that belied the tension of the moment. 

But Shinjuro was relentless, his fury driving him to press the assault. He swung wildly, a powerful backhand that she narrowly avoided by ducking low and rolling to the side.

"You think you're better than me?!" he roared, his voice a guttural snarl. "You think you can save me?! No one fucking can!"

Hoshiko's response was calm, almost maddeningly so. "I think you are worth saving."

Her words only seemed to enrage him further. With a roar, he charged at her, using his full weight to try and overpower her. 

Hoshiko danced out of reach, her movements precise and measured, but even she couldn't avoid him forever. 

Shinjuro managed to catch her off guard, grabbing her wrist and twisting it painfully, forcing her to the ground.

Pinned beneath him, Hoshiko looked up into his wild, tormented eyes. She could feel the strength in his grip, the raw power that still resided in him despite his years of self-destruction. But she did not flinch. Instead, she allowed herself a small, knowing smile.

Shinjuro's eyes widened in confusion and anger as he felt a cold, sharp pressure against his side. Glancing down, he saw the tip of Hoshiko's katana pressed against his ribs, the blade angled perfectly to pierce him if she so chose.

"Even in your current state," she said softly, her voice steady despite the intensity of the situation, "you are still a force to be reckoned with. But strength without control is meaningless, and you of all people should know that."

He stared at her, breathing heavily, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had her pinned, yet she had him at her mercy. The realization of his predicament, the futility of his rage, hit him like a physical blow. Slowly, the fire in his eyes began to dim, replaced by a flicker of something else — shame, perhaps, or recognition. “Why?" he rasped, his voice cracking. "Why do you care?"

Hoshiko's smile softened, but her grip on the katana did not waver. "Because, Rengoku Shinjuro, you are not beyond redemption. You still have a purpose. You just need to find it again."

For a moment, the courtyard was silent except for the sound of their breathing. Shinjuro's grip on her wrist loosened, and he pulled back, his shoulders slumping as the fight drained out of him. He stumbled to his feet, looking more defeated than ever.

Hoshiko rose gracefully, sheathing her katana with a fluid motion. She stepped closer, her expression a mixture of determination and empathy. "Let me help you, Shinjuro," she said softly. "You do not have to do this alone."

He looked at her, his eyes haunted and filled with a deep, abiding pain. "I don't know how," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

"You don't have to know how," Hoshiko replied. "You just have to be willing to try."

Shinjuro's gaze dropped to the ground, his shoulders trembling. The journey ahead was daunting, and the shadows of his past loomed large. But for the first time in a long while, he felt a tiny spark of hope — a fragile, flickering flame that Hoshiko had ignited within him.

He nodded slowly, the smallest of gestures, but it was enough. 

Hoshiko inclined her head, a silent acknowledgment of his first step towards healing. 

The days dragged on, a relentless cycle of anger, despair, and fleeting moments of clarity. 

Hoshiko remained a steady presence, her resolve unbroken by Shinjuro's brash behavior. 

Slowly, painfully, he began to see glimpses of the man he once was, buried beneath the rubble of his grief.

It was a long, arduous journey, fraught with setbacks and moments of darkness. But with each passing day, Hoshiko's unwavering dedication began to chip away at the walls Shinjuro had built around himself. 

And though he would never admit it, even to himself, a part of him began to hope that maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of the shadows.

Weeks after Hoshiko first arrived at the Rengoku mansion, the atmosphere had begun to change. 

The once pervading scent of stale alcohol had lessened, and the mansion, though still showing signs of neglect, had started to regain a semblance of order. 

Shinjuro had seemingly limited his drinking, his temper had cooled, and there were even days when he participated in the training sessions with a renewed, albeit tentative, vigor.

That evening, Hoshiko decided to prepare a simple yet thoughtful dinner. She hoped it would be an opportunity to foster a more constructive conversation with Shinjuro, to delve deeper into the pain that had driven him to such depths of despair. She spent the afternoon in the kitchen, her movements purposeful and serene as she prepared the meal. The aroma of simmering miso soup, grilled fish, and freshly steamed rice filled the air, a comforting contrast to the mansion’s usual gloom.

As the sun set, casting a warm, golden light through the windows, Hoshiko set the table. She arranged the dishes with care, creating an inviting space that spoke of normalcy and hope. She called for Shinjuro, who had been in his study, a room that had seen more use in recent days as he slowly reconnected with his old scrolls and writings.

Shinjuro appeared in the doorway, his face a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What’s this?" he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.

"A meal," Hoshiko replied, her tone gentle. "I thought we could enjoy it together."

He hesitated, his eyes scanning the table, then nodded slowly. "Alright."

They sat down, and for a while, they ate in silence. 

Hoshiko had learned not to push too hard, to let the conversation flow naturally. She watched Shinjuro as he ate, noting the way he seemed more present, more engaged with the simple act of sharing a meal. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

As they finished their meal, Shinjuro set down his chopsticks and looked at Hoshiko. "Thank you," he said quietly. "For this."

She smiled, a rare and genuine expression that softened her usually stoic features. "You’re welcome."

He paused, then asked, almost hesitantly, "Would you share a cup of sake with me?"

The request caught her off guard. She felt a surge of anger, a sharp reminder of the battles they had fought against his addiction. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw no defiance, only a tentative plea for companionship. Hoshiko took a deep breath, reigning in her initial impulse to snap. "One drink," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. "Just one."

Shinjuro nodded, a flicker of relief crossing his face. He fetched a small bottle of sake and two cups, pouring the clear liquid with a steady hand. 

They raised their cups, and for a moment, they simply sat in silence, the sake warming their throats and loosening their tongues.

"To small victories," Shinjuro said, raising his cup.

"To small victories," Hoshiko echoed, clinking her cup against his.

One drink turned into another, and then another. 

The conversation flowed more freely with each cup, their words mingling with the night air. 

Shinjuro opened up and spoke of his past, of his lost wife and the burden of living up to the Rengoku name. He spoke of his failures, his grief, and the crushing weight of expectations that had driven him to the brink.

Hoshiko listened, her heart aching for the broken man before her. She shared pieces of her own story, fragments of a life dedicated to duty and honor, and the sacrifices she had made along the way. 

It was the most honest and open conversation they had ever had, a raw and unfiltered exchange that brought them closer than they had ever been.

But as the night wore on, the sake dulled their senses, and the constructive conversation they had hoped for began to slip away. 

Shinjuro’s words grew slurred, his movements less coordinated. 

Hoshiko felt a familiar sense of dread creeping in, knowing they had crossed a line. “We should stop,” she said, her voice laced with concern.

Shinjuro shook his head, his eyes bleary but determined. “Just one more,” he mumbled, pouring another cup for each of them.

Hoshiko hesitated, but the momentary bond they had forged made it difficult to refuse. She took the cup, her resolve weakening. 

They drank, the sake blurring the edges of their conversation, turning it into a hazy recollection of shared sorrows and fleeting laughter.

By the time the bottle was empty, Shinjuro was slumped in his chair, his head resting on the table. 

Hoshiko felt a wave of disappointment and regret wash over her. She had allowed herself to hope, to believe that this night might mark a turning point. Instead, it had become another reminder of the long, arduous journey ahead. She rose from her seat, her steps unsteady. Carefully, she lifted Shinjuro, guiding him to his room. 

He mumbled incoherently, his body heavy and uncooperative. 

As Hoshiko guided Shinjuro to his room, she felt the alcohol beginning to exert a stronger influence over her senses. Each step grew increasingly difficult to control, the hallways of the mansion seeming to blur and shift around her. She watched Shinjuro collapse onto his bed, his breathing already deepening into the heavy rhythm of sleep. For a moment, she stood there, gripping the doorframe, trying to steady herself. "Rest well, Shinjuro," she murmured, her voice sounding distant even to her own ears. With a final glance to ensure he was settled, she turned and began the long, unsteady journey back to her own chambers.

The corridors seemed to stretch endlessly, the walls closing in and then expanding again in an unsettling dance. Hoshiko's steps were slow and deliberate, each one requiring a concerted effort to maintain balance. She had consumed alcohol before, even in significant amounts, but never had she felt its effects so profoundly. Her mind buzzed with confusion and a growing sense of unease.

By the time she reached her room, her vision was swimming, the edges of her sight tinged with a strange, almost dreamlike quality. She pushed the door open and stumbled inside, the room spinning around her. Her usually sharp, disciplined mind felt clouded, detached. It was as if she were merely an observer within her own body, watching herself move without truly controlling her actions.

She didn't remember crossing the room to her futon, but suddenly she was there, her fingers fumbling clumsily with the ties of her kimono. The fabric felt heavy and uncooperative, slipping through her hands as she tried to undress. Her normally precise movements were slow and uncoordinated, each task requiring an immense amount of concentration.

Hoshiko's vision blurred further, the room tilting wildly as she finally managed to shed her clothes. She couldn't recall how she had done it, only that one moment she was struggling with the ties, and the next she was lying on her futon, her body bare and exposed to the cool night air if not counting her cotton lingerie.

She felt herself drifting, the futon's soft surface barely registering through the haze that enveloped her. Her mind swam with fragments of thoughts and images, none of them clear or coherent. 

The events of the evening played back in disjointed flashes, her conversation with Shinjuro, the shared drink, the vulnerable look in his eyes.

Hoshiko's eyelids grew heavier, her vision darkening as she lay there. A vague sense of alarm flickered at the edge of her consciousness, but she was too far gone to grasp it fully. The room continued to spin, her body feeling both impossibly heavy and weightless at the same time.

As she finally succumbed to the pull of unconsciousness, a single, disjointed thought lingered in her mind: something was wrong. But the thought slipped away as darkness claimed her, leaving her in a deep, dreamless sleep.

The first thing Hoshiko noticed as consciousness clawed its way back to her was the darkness. 

The room was shrouded in the oppressive blackness of midnight, broken only by the faintest sliver of moonlight filtering through the shoji screen. The second thing was the rough texture of the futon beneath her, and the biting sensation of silken cords digging into her wrists and ankles. She was naked, her body splayed out and completely vulnerable.

Panic surged through her like ice water, her heart pounding violently against her ribcage. She tugged against the restraints, but they held fast, cruelly binding her to the futon beneath her. Every frantic movement only served to chafe her skin, the silken bonds cutting deeper into her flesh.

Her mind raced, piecing together fragments of memory. The sake. Shinjuro. The room spinning before everything went black. She had been assigned to watch over him, to ensure he didn’t spiral further into his drunken stupor. But now, it was she who was helpless.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she scanned the room for any sign of explanation. Her own quarters, normally a sanctuary of solitude, now felt like a prison. Her clothes were in tatters on the floor, the remnants of her once pristine uniform scattered like the fragments of her dignity.

A shadow loomed above her, and Hoshiko's eyes were drawn upward, her breath catching in her throat. 

Shinjuro Rengoku stood over her, his towering form bathed in the faint glow of the moonlight. The upper part of his attire was gone, revealing a muscular chest marked with the scars of countless battles. His broad shoulders and powerful arms exuded strength, yet it was the look in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine.

"Shinjuro," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of fury and fear. "What are you doing?"

"Well, look who’s awake," he drawled, his voice thick with mockery. "The mighty Hoshiko, brought down to this. How the mighty have fallen."

"Shinjuro, please," she pleaded, trying to keep her voice steady. "This isn't you. You're better than this." 

His eyes darkened, a predatory gleam in their depths. He knelt down, bringing his face close to hers, the heat of his alcohol-stained breath ghosting over her skin. "You think you know me, Hoshiko? You think you understand what I'm capable of?"

"Shinjuro, let me go!" she demanded, her voice a mix of anger and fear.

His hands roamed over her naked body, rough and possessive. 

She shivered, a mixture of rage and helplessness flooding her senses. "You won't get away with this," she hissed, her voice breaking.

"And who's going to stop me?" he taunted, his grip tightening. "You? You're tied up like a helpless little bitch you are."

Tears of frustration welled up in her eyes as he continued his assault, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. "Shinjuro, please..."

"Begging already?" he sneered. "How pathetic."

She turned her head away, unable to bear the sight of his face so close to hers.

His hand moved roughly to her face, gripping her jaw and forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at you, the mighty Hashira, all tied up and naked like the helpless bitch you are."

He shifted his weight, straddling her as his hands roamed over her body. His fingers trailed over the tantalizing curves of her breasts, squeezing and fondling them with a cruel possessiveness. "So soft," he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

"Stop it," she gasped, trying to twist away from his touch. 

Her protest was met with a sharp slap across her cheek, the force of it snapping her head to the side. "Shut up," he growled. "You're mine now. You'll do as I say."

Tears of frustration and fear welled up in her eyes as he continued his assault. "Rengoku-sama, please..."

Another slap, harder this time, made her vision blur. "I said shut up. You don’t get to speak unless I say so."

His hands moved to her other breast, kneading the flesh roughly, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. 

The sensation sent unwanted shivers through her body, each touch a bitter reminder of her helplessness. She sobbed, her body trembling beneath him. "Please, Shinjuro, stop..."

But he didn't stop. He continued to toy with her, his hands roaming and exploring, leaving bruises and marks on her skin. Each slap silenced her cries, reducing her to a state of broken compliance. He took his time, savoring every moment of her humiliation. His hands roamed over her body, lingering obscenely on her breasts before trailing down to her thighs. He spread her legs roughly, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You think you can just walk into my life and order me around?" he sneered. "You think you're better than me?"

She tensed, her body trembling with revulsion. “You’re disgusting. Stop it!”

"You don't get to tell me what to do," he growled, his fingers parting her folds. "You're mine to use as I see fit."

He drew away a bit, teasing only the outside of her opening until he managed to lull her into a false sense of safety. As soon as she relaxed, he pushed his thick digit into her, not leaving her muscles any other choice than to yield and allow him entrance. He growled, "Fuck, how are you so tight, little Hashira?"

Her body tensed at the unwelcome intrusion, and a tear streamed down her flushed cheek. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a cry of pain and humiliation. "Please," she whispered again, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Stop."

"Not a chance," he murmured, adding another finger and curling them inside her, trying to find the sweetest spot of hers. "You're going to take everything I give you."

He moved his fingers with a cruel, practiced precision, in and out of her tight hole, while his thumb brushed against her sensitive nub. 

To Hishiko’s horror, his increasingly demanding strokes on her clit made her body react and to her embarrassment, an unwelcome heat started spreading in her belly. A while later, the woman felt a trickle of wetness between her legs and her cheeks burnt in embarrassment while she whimpered softly in denial. She squeezed her eyes shut. The unwanted pleasure mixed with the pain, sending conflicting signals through her body. She hated herself for the way her body responded, the way it betrayed her.

He stopped rubbing her clit, and her closed eyes popped open. 

Shinjuro was staring at her slick pussy with a hungry look in his eyes. "You are so beautiful like this, so exquisite" he claimed almost reverently. "I need to taste you now, so be a good girl and lay still for me," he chuckled darkly, as if she had any other choice.

Shinjuro then slowly lowered his mouth, all while holding her gaze. 

Hoshiko started protesting, but her protests were cut off with a gasp as he sucked her clit into his mouth. An involuntary moan made its way out, but she was too shocked to feel embarrassed. 

His hands stroked her thighs while his mouth attacked her core.

Hoshiko squealed quickly as she felt him release her clit and start petting her lower tummy soothingly while the other finger continued to slowly stroke in and out of her pussy, making her tremble. 

He then continued his ministrations on her clit while slowly pushing another finger into her while sucking her bundle of nerves into his mouth. 

She groaned and ground her teeth together as the slight burn made her pussy tense up. The stretch was harsh; he really had big hands, and she desperately tried to move her pelvis from side to side as if she could escape him. 

Shinjuro just chuckled and continued to pump in and out of her pussy while licking and suckling on her clit. 

Her inner muscles slowly started relaxing, and the burn turned into a firm pressure. She felt an orgasm building and was oh so desperate not to come. Hoshiko started protesting and begging him to stop yet again, but he just continued while humming softly with his mouth attached to her clit, the vibration adding to the torture. 

The next thing she knew, an unexpected orgasm slammed into her without her permission, and she was left spasming around his thick fingers.

He continued to stroke her velvety walls and tease her clit, drawing out the intense waves of pleasure. As the climax gradually subsided, he stilled his movements and gently withdrew his fingers from her pussy. 

She groaned at the relief from the overwhelming pressure, her entire body going slack as she tried to recover.

"So fucking beautiful, doll. Absolutely perfect, and all mine," Shinjuro murmured, his voice thick with lust. As he spoke, his other hand moved to stroke the bulge in his hakama pants, the fabric straining against his hardening dick. "I wonder, if feeling you come all over my fingers makes me feel like this, how would it feel having your pussy strangling my cock while you come all over it?"

He brought his fingers, slick with her juices, to his mouth and slipped them in, tasting her. His eyes never left hers, a dark satisfaction gleaming in their depths as he savored her essence. "Delicious," he growled, the word dripping with possessive hunger.

Rengoku’s words sank in, and she whimpered, a cold dread seeping into her bones. Her gaze drifted downward, her eyes slowly lowering to his pants, and she let out a gasp. He was clearly aroused, and the sight of the obscene bulge straining against his hakama sent a wave of terror through her. Tears trickled down her cheeks as the horrifying realization set in — he was going to take her, and by the looks of it, it was going to hurt. The anticipation of the impending violation made her shudder, her body trembling with a mix of fear and helplessness. “Leave me alone…” she begged.

He got off the futon and began undressing, peeling off layer after layer until he stood completely naked before her. His enormous cock was erect, its hefty weight counteracting its upward strain. The sheer size of him filled Hoshiko with dread.

Seeing her expression, he chuckled darkly. "Don't worry, you will take me, and you'll learn to love it before we're finished.”

He bent down and opened a bag that stood near the futon which she hadn’t noticed before.

With trepidation, she watched him lube up a large harigata.

He got on the futon again and moved towards her, and she was again reminded of her vulnerable position — completely restrained and exposed, with no chance of avoiding him or whatever he wanted to do to her. 

His calloused hand pushed the head of the harigata towards her rosy opening, and she tensed. "Relax, or this will hurt more than necessary," Shinjuro warned before firmly pushing the toy past her tight entrance.

Hoshiko let out a scream, but he didn't relent until the toy was fully seated inside her, bottoming out painfully. She started shaking and panting, trying to cope with the painful stretch and the horrible cramps from the firm pressure against her cervix. 

For a moment, he remained completely still, and through her whimpers, she heard him speaking.

"Good girl, such a good girl," he praised.

"It hurts," she whined pitifully.

He then started stroking her clit and withdrew the harigata before pushing it all the way inside in one long, relentless stroke. 

Groaning, Hoshiko had no other choice but to take it, letting him claim her pussy with the toy.

After what felt like an eternity of him thrusting it in and out of her, she tried to focus on her breathing to deal with the intrusion. The tingling sensation in her pelvis caused by the stimulation and the pressure on her clit made her groan in despair. She knew now that she had no control and no energy left to fight the upcoming climax. Hopelessly, she gave in to the electric waves of pleasure inside her and came with painful spasms, her body trying to expel the intruder or draw it in — she wasn't sure anymore.

As her orgasm subsided, her inner muscles relaxed, and the sensation of the toy inside her became intense but less painful. She drew a deep, shaky breath, and he immediately smiled down at her. 

"Absolutely beautiful. I knew you could do it. And I think you are ready for my cock now, my little Hashira,” Shinjuro mused.

She had little energy left to protest and just shook her head weakly, but with plenty of her juices trickling down around the harigata and aiding its intrusion, she had no doubt he would manage to get inside her, no matter his size.

He gently pulled the toy out of her abused pussy and tossed it on the floor beside the futon. He then stroked his cock, a bead of precum already visible on the tip. Settling his body over hers, panic surged through her again, and she started pulling on her bindings. He ignored that, lining up his cock against her opening and slowly began to push.

"No! Rengoku Shinjuro, I beseech you!" she groaned as she felt her pussy desperately trying to stretch around the head of the monstrosity, but it wouldn't go in. He didn't seem bothered and just increased the pressure until she felt a pinch that rapidly turned into an intense burning. 

All the while, he stroked her body in a mockingly soothing manner. His rough hand moved down to her clit to try to aid her in relaxing, and her inner muscles twitched in confused response as Shinjuro petted her bundle of nerves.

She ground out a pained cry as you helplessly pulled at the silken cords that tied your hands together above her head. 

Suddenly, the steady pressure made his thick cockhead pop through Hoshiko’s opening, and she screamed just as Shinjuro let out a guttural groan.

Desperation set in, and she started thrashing against her bindings until his voice cut through her panic, deceptively soothing. "Take it easy, doll. Just relax, it will feel good soon, I promise.”

Yet Hoshiko hissed through clenched teeth, tears streaming down her cheeks again.

"Don't cry," he reminded almost regretfully, holding himself completely still with just the head of his cock inside her velvety pussy. He reached up with one hand to wipe her tears away. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, but the pain will stop soon, I promise. And after that, I'll give you endless pleasure. I'll make you come until you don't care how much it hurts when I claim you with my cock.."

His words both soothed and worried her, but she knew she had no choice but to submit. Hoshiko obeyed him by taking a deep breath. The woman’s inner muscles relaxed a fraction.

He then started moving inside her, pushing slowly until he was fully seated in her wet, warm pussy. 

She panted as he withdrew almost completely before pushing in again, harder this time. There was pain, intense pressure, but also something else. Raw, crackling pleasure zapped up Hoshiko’s spine as Shinjuro’s thick cock touched every part of her pussy, forcing it to mold itself around him.

A sudden feeling of being completely and carnally claimed washed over her, and she moaned as her pussy spasmed painfully around his thick cock. 

"Little cunt," he growled in warning. "Don't do that unless you want me to take you hard. Do not test my patience."

But she couldn't control it. His words made more juices trickle down around his cock, and another spasm of her inner muscles made her moan.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice like steel. "Look at me while I take what's mine, you fucking useless cunt."

Reluctantly, she turned her gaze back to him, her heart pounding in her chest. 

His expression was one of dark satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a twisted hunger. He was relentless, each thrust claiming her further, branding her as his.

Rengoku then withdrew and immediately slammed into her again, and she lost all control over her body. The moans leaving her lips were no longer her own, and she writhed on his cock, trying simultaneously to escape and to draw him deeper at the same time. 

But it wasn't fully her choice — his hands held her hips in an iron grip as he slammed into her over and over again.

Her mind fragmented under the relentless assault, her sense of self slipping away with each brutal thrust.

She was too lost in the moment to reflect on the situation anymore. She felt another orgasm building and just let it happen, not caring about the pain she knew would come from her muscles tightening around his enormous cock. She heard him talking, praising her for taking him so well, calling her a good girl as her pussy melted around him as she came yet again in intense spasms. “S-Stop, please…”

But he didn't stop. He fucked her oh so hard, each time pushing her further into a haze of pain and unwanted pleasure. 

As Hoshiko seized again and again, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, she felt Shinjuro's movements becoming more sloppy, more primal. His thrusts grew deeper, more desperate.

Then, like a thunderclap in the night, she heard Shinjuro's primal roar. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he cursed. In that moment, Hoshiko felt the warmth flooding her insides as he released his thick, warm seed deep within her. “Fuck, take it, bitch, take all of it. I can’t wait to see you swell with my fucking offspring.” He continued to thrust his hips into hers with unrestrained fervor, ensuring that she received every last drop of his semen.

Their cums mingled together in a potent concoction, flooding her core until she felt drenched to the brim, every fiber of her being saturated with their combined releases.

He was mumbling soothingly in her ear about how beautiful she was shortly after. “That’s it, my little whore. You were so good to me, taking my cock oh so well.” He slowly started withdrawing his half-hard cock, and she whimpered as the pain made its way back into her consciousness. Shinjuro shushed her and soothed her with kisses and gentle caresses, pulling out as carefully as he could.

Hoshiko lay there, broken and violated, the reality of what had happened sinking in. She was no longer the aloof, untouchable Hashira. She was Shinjuro's possession, his conquest.

Her whole body ached as he began untying her legs. Shinjuro massaged her sore muscles gently and kissed every part of her. He was mumbling about how Hoshiko was his now, his woman, and how he was going to pleasure and claim her again and again. When he had untied her completely, he left the bedroom briefly, returning with a glass of sake. Rengoku carefully soothed her when she whimpered from the soreness, and then supported her head as he helped her down the glass of alcohol. “Drink. It’ll ease your nerves.”

Having swallowed the drink, Hoshiko felt a haze descend upon her, enveloping her in a cocoon of numbness. As she closed her eyes, surrendering to the oblivion that awaited her, the final image that burned itself into her consciousness was that of Shinjuro's face, twisted into a malevolent grimace.

"You belong to me now," his voice echoed in the darkness, each word dripping with possessiveness and dominance. "You are mine, my little, sweet cockslut."

The darkness of the night lingered long after the sun rose, casting a shadow over Hoshiko's heart. 

She woke up, a pounding headache splitting her skull, and an overwhelming nausea clawing at her stomach. As she tried to shift, she winced, feeling a sticky discomfort between her legs. Her heart plummeted as the realization struck her - she sensed the dried cum of Shinjuro on her inner thighs, a sickening confirmation of her worst fears she desperately wanted to erase from the back of her mind.

For a moment, she couldn't move, her body frozen in shock and disgust. Her eyes darted to her side, and she saw him lying there, naked and sleeping peacefully, as if nothing had happened. Rage and revulsion churned within her, a storm threatening to consume her whole.

With trembling hands, she pulled herself from the futon, her movements slow and deliberate. Each motion sent waves of pain through her body, both physical and emotional. She dressed carelessly, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as she tried to cover the marks of her violation. The once-pristine kimono hung loosely on her, a stark contrast to the meticulous care she usually took with her appearance.

She stood in the center of the room for a moment, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as if she could expel the filth through sheer force of will. The room around her seemed to close in, the walls pressing down with an oppressive weight. The very air felt tainted, corrupted by the heady scent of sex.

Shinjuro might have won this battle, but the war was far from over. 

Hoshiko clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, the pain grounding her in the present moment. She would rise from this torment, stronger and more determined than ever. And when she did, Shinjuro would face the full force of her wrath.

As the first light of dawn filtered through the shoji screen, she closed her eyes, a single thought echoing in her mind: She would make him pay for this. But that would be another part of her story.

She moved silently through the mansion, her steps light despite the turmoil within her. The house seemed eerily quiet, the silence a stark contrast to the chaos of her thoughts. Each room she passed through held memories of her attempts to help him, now tainted by his betrayal, his violation of her rights.

When she reached the entrance, she paused, looking back one last time. The mansion stood as a testament to Shinjuro's fall from grace, a place she had hoped to bring light and healing. But now, it was merely a reminder of the darkness that had consumed him — and nearly consumed her as well.

Without another glance, she stepped out into the cold morning air. The chill bit into her skin, but it was a welcome relief, a sharp contrast to the suffocating atmosphere inside. She walked away from the mansion, each step a declaration of her intent to survive, to fight back. She left all her belongings behind, not sparing a single glance for the possessions that had once seemed so important. The kimono she wore was her only possession now. There was no intention of returning to this place, no desire to reclaim what she had lost. Everything she needed, she carried within her: her resolve, her strength, and the burning desire for justice.

The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and challenges. But Hoshiko knew one thing with absolute certainty: she would not be broken by this. She would rise from the ashes of this night.

As she disappeared into the distance, the first rays of the sun pierced through the morning mist, casting a pale, ethereal light over the land. It was a new day, a new beginning, and Hoshiko would seize it with every ounce of her strength. 

The battle was far from over, and she was ready to wage it with every ounce of her being.

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Flame and Water, Chapter 11

Ship & Trope: Kyojuro x Fem!Reader (Water Pillars Tsuguko) / Slowburn

Warnings: canon-typical violence

Word Count: 1871 Words

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Kyojuro didn't know how to act towards you for several reasons after that one specific evening when he was struck, or more like you had set his heart ablaze, with love. It was impossible for him to see you in any other light and yet he tried his best to appear as he always had. It just backfired. He was either too loud or too quiet. Both of his behaviors made you raise your eyebrows in surprise, and the only thing he could do in that moment was to turn his face away as it was reddening under your attentive eyes. And these eyes of yours were so beautiful even if he felt caught by you. As if you were able to look into the depth of his soul.

But that wasn't the only thing that troubled him. He remembered your terrified face during your first meeting and the image still haunted him. Even if you had explained that he wasn't really the cause of it but his father was, it didn't really make it better. He was a Rengoku and proud of it. That meant he also looked like a Rengoku, like his father and their ancestors before and so would his descendants. The last thing he wanted was that his appearance might scare you or bring you bad memories. Or anything negative. He wanted to be with you, bring you joy and see this beautiful laugh of yours again.

But that also meant he had to finally address this issue between you and his father. With his decision to want to talk to you first, he walked along the engawa when he heard your clear laughter. His heart jumped at that moment, and he walked in the direction of the sound and saw you chatting happily with Senjuro. You both laughed at something he couldn't hear from the distance, but that did not matter. He just used that moment to watch you standing in the daylight and how you showed the excited Senjuro a movement with the bokken. Your gentle smile beamed brighter than the light that shone on you, and in general he thought that your smile suited you better than your silent and stoic expression that you had had in the beginning. You had come out of your shell and Kyojuro could only hope that he might be the cause for it. He fervently hoped so.

"So, what were you two laughing about?" Kyojuro walked up to you and looked at you both intently.

You and Senjuro exchanged looks and then started giggling. "Oh nothing, it's just something between me and Senjuro."

"Really? Senjuro? You don't want to tell me either?"

But the younger Rengoku just smiled and shook his head. "If Y/N-chan doesn't say it, then I won't say anything either."

Y/N-chan... What would he give to call you by your first name. What would he do to hear his first name from your lips. He tried to gather his focus back. There was an important matter to discuss. "L/N-san, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

It was as if Senjuro understood so walked back inside, saying he's going to make some tea. You both looked after him before looking at each other again. "Yes, Rengoku-san?"

Perhaps he could fulfill this one wish of his and- "Please call me Kyojuro." He saw the endearing blush in your cheeks. "I'd like to take up the subject with my father..." He saw your smile fade and your face stiffen. He could have slapped himself for bringing back that terror in your eyes again. Even regretting and being pained by your stiffened body language, it was still something that needed to be addressed. Especially if he harbored those kinds of feelings towards you.

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You weren't happy about the situation you were in now, but you did it for Kyojuro. You saw it in his eyes how important this issue seemed to be for him. How important it was that you know more about your past and that his father wasn't the murderer you thought he was. You had looked at him in disbelief, but his words made sense too. You must face him, face your past even if it was uncomfortable.

So, you sat with a tense posture behind the shoji door now and heard how Kyojuro addressed his father in the room behind the shoji. At first, he didn't answer him, then he gave a gruff answer, the wording of which you did not understand.

But what you caught was the pain and disappointment in Kyojuro's next words. You remembered what his greatest desire was and how this man destroyed it with his harsh words. The desire to open the shoji door and reach for him to give him comfort was greater than ever, but you held back and took a shaky breath. He had asked you to wait for him behind the door until he came to get you and not a second earlier.

"Father, it's important. There's a person here who wants to meet you."

"I'm not interested in your girlfriend! When will you get it?!" You heard glass shatter and inevitably flinched, grabbing your nichirin sword tightly. No, calm down, nothing is ever how it seems. Water changes too... A mantra you kept saying to yourself, but you knew that it would not help much as you must face the confrontation. You had to face this fear called Shinjuro Rengoku. If not for you then for Kyojuro.

Kyojuro didn't correct him and started again. "Father, please, it's important to her. She knows you from back then and-"

"Are you deaf?!" You could hear the drunkenness behind the words and suddenly some footsteps. "I don't give a shit who's there!" He opened the shoji door and a tall man in a traditional yukata robe towered over you while looking down at and on you.

You couldn't breathe as your whole body froze. The menacing aura that emanated from him was the same as back then. Your instincts cried out: Flee for your life, but you were in such a state of terror that you couldn't help but look up at this intimidating man while you gripped your blade.

"Are you trying to attack me in my own house?!" He saw you gripping your blade, taking a threatening step towards you but instead of getting into an attack position, you backed away, startled, and landed on your butt, practically crawling backwards. Your face reflected pure and sheer terror. Shinjuro didn’t expected this reaction and stared, surprised, into your wide-open eyes and in that moment, he remembered the little girl from back then. The same eyes that had looked at him the same way.

It was sobering for him to see you like this and he took another step, but not to threaten you again, but to help you up. But you were so full of adrenaline and fear that you followed your instincts. You got up at his next step and ran. You didn't even realize that you had crashed into another person and knocked them over. You also didn't notice how the freshly brewed tea got on your clothes and scalded you. The familiar pain was secondary, you had to flee and get away from here. You ran stumbling out of the house, heard shouts, but you didn't care. You just ran.

After a while you allowed yourself a quick glance back to see if anyone had been following you, but that was enough for you to not notice where you were running, and you banged your head against something hard. Before you knew it, everything went black, and you knew no more.

"Shit..." Shinjuro ground out through his teeth. Kyojuro had seen the chaos evolve before his eyes, and regret spread through him. He didn't wait for his father's reaction and was about to run after you, calling your name, when he saw the surprised Senjuro on the floor just collecting the fallen tea pot and mugs on his tray.

"Senjuro! Are you hurt?" He knew the tea was boiling hot and was concerned accordingly.

"N-No, I don't think so, Aniue." Senjuro looked down at himself and not a drop of the hot tea had landed on him, but not much had landed on the tatami mat either. "I-I think Y/N got the most of it."

Kyojuro swallowed hard, your fear and panic must have been so great that you didn’t even realize that you had been burnt. He quickly ran after you and couldn't see you anywhere, when he suddenly saw a few passers-by in the distance who were gathering around something. A bad feeling spread through him, and he approached the crowd when he saw you there unconscious. He felt his heart clench. Your hakama, which you wore in your free time and during training, was covered in tea and he knew at that moment that you must have been scalded. He carefully knelt down and picked you up, weaving through the crowd of people to get you out of there and to safety. With hasty steps he went back home when he was suddenly approached by an old lady whom he recognized as his neighbor. He saw her worried gaze wander between him and your unconscious body in his arms and offered her help.

Kyojuro sat and waited nervously behind the shoji door of the extra room where he had laid you down on a futon. It was thoughtful of his neighbor to look after you, since they were a household full of men. He was very grateful to the old lady for her help in this regard.

While he was waiting there, endless feelings of guilt arose in him. This was all his fault. You only gave in because he wanted you to. He shouldn't have pushed you and now you were hurt, and it was all because of him. He should commit sepukku!

His dramatic thoughts were interrupted by the gentle sliding of the shoji door and hope gathered in his eyes when he saw the old lady leave the room.

He got up immediately, but she gestured for him to stay seated and sat down next to him.

"Is Y/N okay? Is she awake?!" He was impatient in his concern and wanted to know how you were doing.

She explained that you were merely unconscious from hitting your head and that it was nothing major, but when it came to your burns, she fell silent and Kyojuro looked at her questioningly.

"Young Rengoku, there are severe burns on her legs."

His eyes widened. "Just from tea?!"

She looked at him and shook her head. "No, they are old – as if they came from a big fire. That's why there wasn't much to see, but I put a balm on the red spots with a special herb. I left it next to her."

Kyojuro heard her words but still lingered on the first part. He remembered talking to her in the butterfly mansion and how they had opened up to each other. Sadness overcame him, it seemed that you hadn't told him everything about yourself. You were not only scarred mentally from your past, but also physically.

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Headcanons: SaneRen as Parents(Part 2)

In this AU, Shinjuro's trying to redeem himself.

While Kyoka was able to forgive her father, Sanemi wasn't all that receptive, and often argued with him.

Yuri confused Shinjuro for her mother on more than one occasion.

Once, Kyoka gave Yuri to Shinjuro so she could move some stuff. Yuri, who didn't realize that it was her grandfather, called him "Mama!".

Shinjuro is like the nervous parent now, he wants to be better for his family(especially his cute granddaughter), so he generally picks Yuri up like she's porcelain.

Sanemi's the protective parent. He doesn't usually show affection in front of others, but when putting Yuri to bed, he'll give a little kiss on the forehead.

Kyoka is the one who spoils their daughter with love and affection, calling her things like "little bunny" and tickling her just to hear her giggle.

Shinjuro once went to go put Yuri to sleep, however she was being too energetic and fussy. Shinjuro decided to sing a lullaby his mother sang to him and his sister(he had a sister who died in this AU) while rubbing the left side of her head.

This calmed her down so much that she fell asleep.

Yuri has a habit of falling asleep on people, so they try hard not to wake her up because she looks so sweet and calm.

Kyoka once bought a doll for Yuri on her 1st birthday.

When Yuri giggled and smiled at Shinjuro for the first time, he looked at Kyoka and Sanemi and said something along the lines of "Make another grandbaby".

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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖

Reminder: This Demon Slayer fic is rated Mature (adults only) for canon-typical violence and eventual suggestive or explicit sexual content

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Chapter 8: A Wind of Death

While Kyojuro delves into the investigation of the Mugen Train case, Kanoko finds herself entangled in a sinister demonic cult that sacrifices women to demons. As she returns home, hoping to share crucial information with her Hashira friend, she is met with a dreadful news.

Author Note: The time-lapse between Kyojuro being sent on mission and Tanjiro going aboard the train is around two months in canon story, so I removed mentions of the Mugen Train itself in the last chapter, presuming they suspected this specific train later. I mean our man must have done some investigation stuff before going abroad that train right? Else what did he do during these two months? Eat delicious food by himself??

Trigger warnings: sect/cult with barbaric rituals, character death, corpse descriptions, gore.

Time Breathing, Second Form: Tocsin of Fire

You felt an otherworldly surge propel your movements, causing them to accelerate with supernatural speed. While this would have unsettled most, for you, the utilization of your Breathing had become as natural as your heartbeat. With your sword in hand, you executed a series of lightning-fast thrusts, each impact hammering through the air with a resounding force, like the pounding rhythm of relentless bells.

Your adversary leaped from tree to tree in the wrecked temple garden where you were fighting, skillfully evading most of your strikes. However, your sword still found its mark, piercing the demon's shoulder and thigh, further shredding his tattered monk's kesa. With a cry of fury, the demon retaliated from a distance, attacking you with his fans, slicing the air in your direction.

Time Breathing, Third Form: Night Requiem

You switched to a circular breathing, gradually slowing down the onslaught of incoming attacks. With a graceful circling motion of your sword, you deflected and cut through the scissor-like blasts that threatened you, phantom percussions following your movement.

Sensing the impending dawn, the demon grew increasingly agitated, his attacks losing their precision. He sought to end the confrontation as fast as he could. Trying to seize an opportunity to flee, he inadvertently left an opening. Coiling up like a spring, you launched yourself towards your opponent's neck, harnessing the power of the leap to execute a twirling attack.

Time Breathing, Fourth Form: Death Knell Tolls!

In a geyser of blood, the demon's head was severed, accompanied by an ominous tolling sound. You landed amidst a whirlwind of peonies petals, deftly sliding across the flowered garden ground. With controlled breath, you slowly straightened your posture, swiftly flicking your arm to remove the blood from your blade, before meticulously wiping it on the sleeve of your yukata and sheathing it.

You turned your gaze towards the demon, who futilely struggled against the disintegration of his body, spewing curses and insults at you.

"Foul witch! Impious bitch! Cursed women like you deserve nothing but a slow and agonizing death before descending into the depths of hell!"

With a disdainful expression, you crouched down beside him, unaffected by his venomous words.

"You are the one going to hell, demon, and quite soon at that. How many of these women have you slaughtered, I wonder? I discovered at least ten bodies. Were there more?"

"They were devout followers seeking salvation within our cult! I liberated them from their suffering! Your mind is too clouded to comprehend. You are beyond redemption. I care not for my demise, for I shall reach the eternal paradise!"

"Who is your master?" you asked, dismissing his religious ramblings. "A brainless and weak demon like you couldn't have construct this clandestine cult and lure in countless vulnerable young girls without attracting attention earlier. I suspect you have the support of a powerful guide, and I highly doubt it's Kibutsuji Muzan himself." Tilting your head to the side, you tapped a knuckle against your lips. "Is it one of the Twelve Kizuki, hmm?"

"I shall reveal nothing to a nonbeliever! I am a superior being, transcending human nature, and now I shall shed this mortal vessel to ascend to dimensions beyond your reach!"

"I see. Enjoy yourself, then."

You unsheathed your sword one final time, delivering a swift series of strikes that cleaved the demon into pieces. Its remains disintegrated into mere dust. With a heavy sigh, you made your way back to the temple, which bore the scars of the intense battle that just ended. The male worshippers had either fled or perished, with the priest callously using them as shields or as a means to replenish his own vitality. As for the women, they had all met their demise before your arrival. The most recent victim lay exposed and drained of blood on an altar, while the older ones had been embalmed and mummified in various nearby caves, frozen in a perpetual praying posture.

The accursed place bore twisted representations of lotus flowers, borrowed from Buddhist symbolism and perverted from their original meaning. The murals hinted at the existence of a higher guide, whom you knew all too well was not a benevolent Bodhisattva, but rather a high-ranking demon. Careful not to reveal precise details about the appearance of this sect leader, the depictions painted a blood-red silhouette with two unsettling polychromatic eyes, sending shivers down your spine.

After thoroughly searching the premises and meticulously documenting your findings, you decided to transport the bodies of the women back to Okutama-gun, one by one. The task was physically and emotionally draining, and it was difficult to fathom the extent of the atrocities these victims had endured before their sacrificial demise. Perhaps it was better not to know. The families who managed to recognize their deceased loved ones crumbled before your eyes. In such moments, it was hard not to agree with Kyojuro's perspective and harbor a profound hatred for all demons alike. You despised the fact that you couldn't save these innocent girls, but you found solace in the hope that the local inhabitants would no longer witness their daughters being lured into the clutches of this demonic sect.

Returning to Kamazawa village approximately two months after you left, you hoped to find the Flame Pillar at his estate and share your disturbing discoveries with him. However, he had not yet returned. After sharing a light meal with Senjuro, you decided to wait for his older brother at the familiar intersection where your paths had diverged, passing the hours in contemplation and meditation.

As the sun began its descent behind the mountains, you decided to return home for the night, and resumed your waiting routine under the cherry trees at dawn.

But he still didn't come back to you.

"If he hasn't returned by tomorrow, I'll go directly to meet him," you resolved in your mind, coming back to your waiting place the next day.

Just as this thought settled, a raven appeared in the sky. It was Kaname, Kyojuro's trusted messenger.

Your heart quickened its pace, and your hands trembled involuntarily. The Demon Slayer Corps' crows were often seen as harbingers of ill fortune. Although Kyojuro occasionally used his to deliver messages, their appearance was predominantly reserved for emergencies. They would typically fly on their own to announce missions, relay information to other Demon Slayers or the Master, and sadly, deliver news of a Slayer's demise.

"Caw!" the raven articulated, its distress evident. "Rengoku Kyojuro-sama has perished! After saving all the passengers aboard the Mugen Train, he was defeated by Akaza, the Upper Moon Three!"

"Kyojuro... is dead?" you uttered, your complexion draining of color. "No... It can't be true..."

"Unfortunately, it is so," Kaname's cawing sounded akin to mournful sobs. "He has fought valiantly but has met his end. The three Demon Slayers—Hashibira Inosuke, Kamado Tanjiro, and Agatsuma Zenitsu— and the cleanup team will bring his body to the Butterfly Estate today for autopsy and embalming. Caw!"

Your legs gave way beneath you, and you found yourself kneeling on the ground, your arms hanging limply. Kyojuro... defeated? It felt unimaginable. It was only two months ago that he had kissed you in this very spot, exuding confidence and vitality. You had promised to do your best to reunite after your missions...

The bird flew off towards the Rengoku Estate, and with great effort, you managed to rise to your feet and chase after it. You arrived shortly after the crow had delivered its message to Senjuro, witnessing the child weeping, huddled near his broom in the courtyard. The raven continued its journey to the next destination, but you paid it no heed, kneeling beside the young Rengoku.

"Senjuro! What did Kaname tell you?"

"Aniue... Aniue is gone!" he choked, his voice filled with helplessness. "He was slain by an Upper Moon..."

The sound of shattering porcelain resonated from within the house. You surmised that Shinjuro had just received the news. Another crash followed, possibly an entire piece of furniture flipped over, as his angry voice exclaimed, "He should have heeded my words when I called him a failure!"

Gritting your teeth, you embraced Senjuro tightly, too overwhelmed and desperate to harbor anger toward their father.

"Let's make our way to the Butterfly Estate," you whispered to him. "We will request to see the body when it arrives. I won't accept it as truth until I see it myself."

The kid nodded, forcefully wiping away his tears to gather his composure. He left a note for his father, who was busy turning their home upside down, and took your hand when he was ready. To save time, you lifted him into your arms and began to sprint, following Kaname's guiding path. The crow, understanding your purpose, acted as your unwavering guide towards the desired destination.

After a few hours of relentless travel, your arrival at the estate seemed to elicit no surprise from the resident girls. They led you to a room where the Hashira who were not currently engaged in missions had already assembled: Sanemi, Giyuu, Shinobu, Tengen, and Obanai. It was the first time you encountered them, aside for Giyuu, but it was easy to identify them based on the descriptions Kyojuro had shared with you. Each of them wore solemn expressions, subtly observing you without uttering a single word. Like you, they yearned to witness the body and hear the detailed account before offering any commentary on the tragic news.

Nevertheless, Shinobu stepped forward, a compassionate smile gracing her lips, as she extended a cup of soothing tea to you while awaiting the arrival of the cleanup team. Instinctively, you accepted the cup, but the knots in your guts prevented you from taking a sip.

A seemingly interminable span of time passed before the Kakushi arrived, accompanied by the three injured Demon Slayers. The absence of Kyojuro's towering figure among the living pressed upon your chest, suffocating you. The Kakushi bore a shroud in their arms, its size and proportions matching the familiar silhouette of your beloved, yet you stubbornly resisted accepting it as the truth. With utmost care, they reverently laid the body upon the table, its presence casting a heavy atmosphere over the room.

"It might be best if you wait outside," Shinobu cautioned, addressing both Senjuro and you. "At least until we have completed the autopsy and embalming. Witnessing the body in its current state could be an overwhelming and shocking experience..."

Refusing to budge, you stood firmly in place, your gaze unwaveringly fixed upon the silhouette. Senjuro trembled beside you, tightly gripping your hand, yet he didn't move either.

Acknowledging your choice, Shinobu nodded, motioning for Aoi to join her. Together, they unveiled the shroud, and as you laid eyes upon its contents, your vision blurred and your heart plummeted into a dark, bottomless abyss.

Kyojuro's bloodied face would haunt you for the rest of your life, that was certain. His left eye had clearly been crushed, and his scalp was lacerated with multiple cuts. The crimson stains around his slightly opened mouth revealed the blood he had vomited until his final breath. The fatal wound lay bare before you—his solar plexus had been pierced by a gaping hole that pulverized his organs and spine, a brutal testament to his violent demise.

How he must have suffered..., yet his expression remained that of a man peacefully at rest. Even in death, he exuded an air of contentment, having fulfilled his duty of saving the weak, to which he had dedicated his brief but blazing life.

"Aniue..." Senjuro choked, his grip tightening on his brother's lifeless hand.

Senjuro's sorrowful voice brought you back to the present. You had not moved an inch since the shroud was unveiled, nor had you even blinked. With a trembling gesture, you approached, lightly brushing your fingers against Kyojuro's cheek. You expected to encounter his familiar warmth, but instead, you were met with the cold stiffness of death. The contact sent a chill through your entire being, causing you to stagger backward, nearly losing your balance. Someone steadied your arm with a gentle yet firm touch. Instinctively, you looked up to meet Giyuu's deep, infinitely blue eyes. He slowly withdrew once you had regained your composure.

The three Demon Slayers who had accompanied Kyojuro on his mission gazed at you, their expressions filled with anguish and sorrow, their tears barely held at bay. Their wounds hadn't been treated properly, and even an amateur like yourself could discern that they needed urgent and intensive care. Yet, they appeared to have a message they wished to convey to you before seeking their own medical attention.

"You're Rengoku-san's little brother, aren't you?" asked the one with card-shaped earrings and a strange scar on his forehead. You vaguely recalled Kyojuro mentioning him—the boy with potential who had headbutted the Wind Pillar. "I'm Kamado Tanjiro. Your big brother fought bravely. He... He saved all the passengers on the train where we were investigating. Thanks to him, no one lost their life. He protected us from the Third Moon Akaza until the sun rose, but the demon escaped before he would behead him... Rengoku-san wanted us to tell you... that you should proceed down the path that you think is right, as your heart tells you to."

Senjuro was overcome by violent sobs as he clung to his brother's lifeless body, holding him in an embrace that could never be returned. You stood there like a statue, your mind unable to accept the harsh reality unraveling before you. Memories of your separation at the crossroads of cherry blossoms replayed incessantly in your mind—his smile, his touch, his laughter... How could it all be gone forever?

"Are you... the independent demon hunter, Nagase Kanoko?" the boy turned to you and asked.

"Yes, it is I," you replied automatically, your voice barely recognizable. It was astonishing how your body could continue to function even when your soul felt utterly crushed.

"He had a message for you as well. He said 'Do not be saddened that our paths have parted here, for we shall be reunited in another life.'"

Your fists clenched so tightly that your nails dug into the palms of your hands, drawing blood. With gritted teeth, you fought back the tears as best you could; you refused to collapse in front of strangers. Like a wounded animal, all you desired was to be alone with your anger and sorrow. The three young Demon Slayers, on the other hand, wept uncontrollably, apologizing for their inability to save their aniki.

"It's not your fault," you replied, your voice filled with tension. "Thank you for relaying his last words. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my leave. Don't wait for me for the funeral. Goodbye, Senjuro."

You applied a slight pressure to the young boy's shoulder, mechanically bowed to everyone, and then headed towards the exit.

A towering figure barred your way. The Sound Pillar, Uzui Tengen, stood as a wall between you and the door.

"There's no need to rush in this state, young lady. I don't know what you're planning to do, but I don't believe Rengoku would have wanted you to hasten your own end in an unflashy manner."

You weren't sure what kind of look you gave him, but the giant seemed somewhat unsettled. His expression darkened. After a long silence, he stepped aside, arms crossed and sighing.

"...I see that it would be pointless to talk you out of it, and I'm not one to weaken someone's flamboyant determination. Just make sure you don't do anything you'll regret."

Without responding, you hurried out of the room, taking advantage of the open space. Senjuro called your name in the distance, but he didn't have the physical ability to catch up to you, and he couldn't bear to leave his deceased brother's side anyway. No one else seemed to be chasing after you, much to your relief.

You jumped over the walls of the medical center and dove straight into the heart of the forest, leaping from branch to branch, tears finally streaming from your eyes. But these were tears of rage. The inside of your chest felt consumed by a seething magma of hatred, ready to unleash and burn everything in its path.

"The Upper Moon Three... Akaza... I swear I will kill you," you muttered through clenched teeth.

As you rushed without thinking in the direction Kyojuro had taken two months ago, a meow halted your stride. You slowed down, perching on a tree branch, where the silhouette of Tamayo's cat, Chachamaru, appeared out of nowhere. You had been helping the mysterious demon lady collect blood from Muzan's underlings during your missions. The cat held a leather scroll in its teeth. You wiped away your tears and leaned forward to grab it. Inside the package was a letter.

"Nagase-san, I heard about the demise of the Flame Pillar. I know you two were close. Before you undertake anything, I kindly request you to come and meet me in Osaka, my new place of residence. I would have a proposition to make to you that would help you achieve your goals."

*gathers the readers' tears and sips them from a cup of tea.*

So... What do you think Tamayo is about to disclose to Kanoko? And what will unfold?

I love reading people's theories and speculations ;3

Taisho Secret: Kanoko first encountered Tamayo during her second year as a demon hunter. Severely injured, she was saved by the doctor despite Yushiro's objections. Kanoko recognized instantly that they were both demons, but feeling indebted, she refrained from attacking and instead struck a deal with Tamayo—to assist in collecting demon blood in exchange for medical aid and supplies.

Bonus secret: Peonies are symbols of strength, bravery and honour in Japan. They also embodies beauty and the feminine ideal. Way to go Kanoko!

Next Chapter: "Lost in Time"

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Sandwitchstories Master List

I think I am at that point where I need to make one of these!

List will be kept up to date with new links added as I post them!

Fics are sorted by fandom, character, and the pairings are labeled and they are clearly marked SFW/NSFW. Read at your own risk! lol I hope you enjoy your trip into my brain rot!

Fandoms I currently write for: Jujutsu Kaisen (JJK), Demon Slayer (KNY), Fairy Tail and Buddy Daddies

List is under cut as it is over 50 fics now!

Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx and @thecutestgrotto

Jukutsu Kaisen (JJK) Fics

Satoru Gojo

Kintsugi (Satoru Gojo x Y/N - NSFW - Winner of 100 shares poll)

Ryomen Sukuna

For Better and For Worse (Sukuna x Y/N - NSFW)

But When It Comes To You (Sukuna x Y/N - NSFW)

Daddy Duty - Series (All of my Dad!Sukuna shorts in one location! Only thing they have in common is Dad!Sukuna x Y/N - SFW)

Daddy's Girl (Head Canons about Dad!Sukuna - Part of Daddy Duty Series - SFW)

Precious Two (Dad!Sukuna Drabble - Part of Daddy Duty Series - SFW)

Becoming Papa (Head Canons Dad!Sukuna - Part of Daddy Duty Series - SFW) NEW- 8/25/2024

Beautiful Dichotomy (Head Canons Dad!Sukuna - Part of Daddy Duty Series - SFW) NEW- 9/23/2024

Demon Slayer (KNY) Fics

Kyojuro Rengoku

Five Seconds (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N- NSFW) - NEW posted 8/31/2024

What He Likes (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N- NSFW) - NEW posted 8/11/2024

Stress Relief (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

Challenge Accepted (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

Safe In The Arms Of Love (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

Twin Flames (Kyojuro Rengoku x KNY OC, Rengoku Demon AU - NSFW - Multiple Chapters- Ongoing)

Hot For Teacher (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

The Frog(tied) Princess (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW - Sequel to Hot For Teacher but can be read alone)

Grown Up Birthday Blues (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - Happy Birthday, Kyojuro! - NSFW)

Wildfire (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

Fools Rush In (Kyojuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

The Queen of Hearts (Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader - Modern AU- Multi Chapter - WIP- Tease)

Forever In Love - Chapter 1 - A Helping Hand (Kyojuro Rengoku x Female OC - Kimetsu Academy AU - Contains NSFW) NEW - Posted 8/12/2024

Sanemi Shinazguawa

Accidentally Happily Ever After (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Y/N Surprise Pregnancy - NSFW - Three Chapters- Completed)

Say It (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Y/N - NSFW)

A Cure for Restlessness (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Y/N - NSFW)

Shinjuro Rengoku

A Father's Love (Shinjuro Rengoku x Y/N - SFW) - Head cannons about Shinjuro getting a 2nd chance

The Shy Guy (Shinjuro Rengoku x Y/N - NSFW)

Buddy Daddies

Bitey Daddies (Vampire AU- SFW)

I'm no hero, and I'm not made of stone (Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa - SFW)

I Choose You (Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa - SFW)

Jump Around (Rei Suwa - SFW)

The Diabolical Grandpa (Kazuki Kurusu x Rei Suwa SFW)

Fairy Tail

Erza Scarlet

A Game of Facades (Erza Scarlet x Jellal Fernandes - Evil Erza AU- Event: Fairy Tail Reverse Bang 2022 - CW: implied sexual content)

3G: Gay Girls Ghost Hunting (Erza Scarlett x MiraJane Strauss - for the Fairy Tail Reverse Bang 2022- SFW)

Laxus Dreyar

The Little Spoon (Laxus Dreyar x Orga Nanagear - SFW)

Electric Love (Laxus Dreyar x Freed Justine - SFW)

Sting Eucliffe and Rogue Cheney - SFW Collection

Lost and Found (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW - first meeting - Shadowlight week 2021 Day 1- Prompt- First)

The Story Of Us (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney- SFW - Collection Link. Individual links are below)

A Bet On Love (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW - Story of Us)

There is love (Minerva POV after returning to Sabertooth - Story of Us - SFW)

There will always be rocks in the road ahead of us (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Engagement- Story of Us - SFW)

Groomzilla (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Story of Us - SFW version)

Chaos, Cookies, and Casseroles (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Story of Us - SFW)

Your love is like glitter (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Valentine's Day- Story of Us - SFW)

The Tiniest Tiger (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Proud Parents - Story of Us - SFW)

Stinge Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Event: Shadowlight Week 2023 prompts- (SFW & NSFW)

Anything For Love (Day 1 Prompt -Dare- Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW)

The Monster Mash (Day 2 Prompt - Thrill/Undress - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - NSFW)

Showtime (Day 3 Prompt - Watching - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Lion Bears, Bugs and Potions OH MY! ( Day 4 Prompt- Monsters/Potions - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW)

In Your Love (Day 5 Prompt - Sweet/Spice - Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - SFW)

Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW One Shots

A Little Bit Older On This Roller Coaster (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Groomzilla (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

You're the night, You're the light (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Totally Worth It (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Simply Eerie-sistable (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - Halloween - NSFW)

Sex For Breakfast (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney NSFW)

Feel The Beat Of My Heart As The Count Down Starts (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney - New Years - NSFW)

Fairy Tail x OC and Honorable Mentions (These are from my very early days in fic writing. I may revisit these someday)

Enchanting Dragons (Rogue Cheney x OC - Dragons AU- contains some NSFW)

Kids, Cats, and Dragon Slayers- Oh my! (Sting x Rogue x OC - poly family, contains some NSFW)

By The River (Rogue Cheney x OC - contains some NSFW)

Magic and Mayhem (Rogue Cheney x OC - Mob AU)

Truly Madly Deeply (Rogue Cheney x OC- NSFW)

The Welcome Home Dance (Rogue Cheney x OC- NSFW)

The Sweetest Taboo (Sting Eucliffe x Rogue Cheney x Yukino Aguria- NSFW)

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S.C x KNY

Yeah.. I know nobody is gonna see it but... I made some ideas of what characters the smiling critters would be! (Including my 2 ocs)

Alba(Craftycorn): Yep, that girl is Kanae because I can see appeareances in that two. 1st: Flowers! Flower is the breathing style of Kanae and the pendant is a flower too! 2nd: The personality! Crafty is shy and sweet and Kanae is too! So why not?.. But the bad is in this AU (She is dead). Soooo! Alba won't be the sister of the ?(Shinobu) in this AU! Will be the master that died in a fight with Douma(If this receives love I will say who is). Sooo that flower died but before that she adopted some kids that will have respect and be grateful to her and everything!. She had 31 years old. https://youtu.be/S7ixB5c1lbY?si=j_3qXPFNyT05t0nN

2. Alexander or Nell(Dogday): That 2 are just the sweetest characters! That two are my sunshines! Well lets explain a bit. Well... Alexander is the older brother of ?(Obanai) and ?(Shinobu). Sooo he is the sweetest one of the family :D! Senjuro would be some kid that Shinjuro(Give ideas who can be) adopted. He died in the same way like Rengoku :'c. He has 29 years old.

3. Callem(Kickin): Lets say he is a extravagant man! That two have same vibes of cool guys. You may know that Uzui has wives. But no this time! That wives will be his students that he taked care when that 3 were kids! Sooo that problem is solved! And he is a less confident. Just a little!. He has 28 years old.

4. Nicole(Hoppy): Yeah... I know Sanemi is a man but... In this AU is awoman for Alba! :D Yeah I noticed that ship and I loved it! She was the 2nd broked about Alba's death and thats why she is rude to the people. But she is a less rude than Sanemi. She has 27 years old.

4. Samhy(Picky): Yeah, The same with the gender but... With some changes its okay! I think that two would be soo similar about their personality. She is a bit rude but she is just traumatized okay? Dont missunderstand her :(. In this AU she has 25 years old.

5. Charlie(Bubba): Well... Yep he is the strongest here lol. But the difference he is not crying, He is just serious and calm and rarely shows care to others. In this AU he has 23 years old.

6. Theodore(Catnap): Obanai and Theodore have a little same things. The two have friends but 1 is good and the another is bad. So I think that Obanai is perfect to be Theodore! So here he is! He is 23 years old like Charlie :D

7. Amanda(Bobby): She is the most sweetest girl in this AU!! She is the love hashira Mitsuri Kanroji!!! Yeah I dont have to much to say why Amara is Mitsuri. The two are so in love with someone lol. She is the student of Alexander!. She has 19 years old here :D.

8. Gabriel(Goatmak): He is 1 of my ocs and yeah, after the experiments he became more hostile except to someone. He is sometimes a sweet guy! I promise! He has 21 years old :D

8. Miranda(Minasheep): Last but not less my main oc Minasheep! She is a calm and "happy" one. As I say she is sister of Theodore and Alexander. She was one of the most hurted because of the deaths of Alexander and Alba, but she tries to hide it. She is very sweet to the kids in the butterfly mansion. Sh has 18 years old.