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Coming out of an art block with kyojuro 🔥
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me @ urogi
how does it feel to be the prettiest clone
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hmmm i dont know which one i want to update first, the urogi one or the kyojuro one...
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Taishou Secrets
im getting good at this
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#kny kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku#rengoku kyojuro#kny oc#demon slayer#demon slayer oc
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New people and New feelings
Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem! Flower Hashira Reader
CW: being poisoned, barbs in your skin. Kinda minor imposter syndrome.
Synopsis: You are the New Flower Hashira. Which comes with a lot of new feelings.
You hadn’t ever yourself becoming a hashira, well you never saw yourself being a slayer at all. Regardless, here you were. You had started as water breathing but somehow found yourself now the flower breathing hashira. And while it felt nice to be a hashira now it also came with a lot of …feelings.
You were proud of yourself for getting this far, for now protecting people far more than before. However your new status and perhaps even your breathing style has left you feeling dry.
You never could understand why Shinazugawa almost berated you. Or how Even shinobu’s calm anger seemed to slip around you. And it wasn’t like she treated you bad, but like you had opened some unsavory wounds.
And it wasn’t until Himejima explained about the last flower hashira you began to understand. It left you feeling like you didn’t belong. Regardless you had remained headstrong. Mitsuri had taken the time to really mellow the situation out.
You would say that along her, Himejima was also someone you had found comfort in knowing. But then that still left the others as well. Giyu never was one to speak so there wasn’t much to say about that.
Mitsuri had become one hell of a best friend. Happy to have you almost share a uniform with you. Regardless if you had told her you’d be found dead before wearing such a skirt. You had found it was comforting and also saddening to know you two left such a vulnerable part of yourself open in the air.
Obanai gave you the occasional glare for spending time with Mitsuri, and as much as you teased him too about it. You find yourself a wingman, occasionally leaving the two. Sometimes helping the poor fool out, yes you arent best buddies but he found it at the least admirable what you were doing.
You did have the occasional scrap with Uzui, not that it was out of hatred or anything, you just found him to be pompous, loud and have one hell of an ego. It was funny knocking it down a few pegs. But you found he was a hell of a good sparring partner.
And Kyojuro. Now you never really spoke with him, and he had tried really on occasion at the least to make small talk but you could never find the right words or even feelings to begin such a trivial thing.
Yes you were nice and formal but it was obvious to even the blind you were…abrasive with him. He was.. Well you could never find the right words.
He was warm, Kind and perhaps a little hard headed.
You came to knew that quickly. You never like going to the butterfly mansion. Not when you would have to see shinobu and her tsugoku. It left you always fighting the kakushi to let you tend to your own wounds. Unless it was super serious.
You had been brought back with what you thought were superficial wounds so here you were again trying to fight off even stepping foot into the mansion. But then he had to come by.
“Y/n! Back from your… What’s going on here!” He says in his usual boisterous tone and even before you can begin to explain. You were suddenly being carried by him.
His hands. His arms how strong they felt and yet holds you so delicately that you forgot where he was taking you. It wasn’t until you saw the usual colder eyes of Shinobu that you remembered.
And its then that you first realized the feeling that came with kyojuro’s stubbornness.
You abhorred him, and it was obvious then even to him he had done something wrong. But he remained quiet as Shinobu led you to a room to check on your wounds.
You had realized then that you had poisonous barbs lodged into your body and as much as you hated being here you bit back your tongue as she worked on getting them out of you.
“Why did you not want to get in” she began as she took another out. Her eyes calm as she worked.
You were silent unsure of if she meant to speak with you but sigh regardless as you bega to speak “i cause you pain”
“What?”
You sighed as you looked at the ceiling avoiding talking all the same. You wanted to get away from here, wanted to disappear for the moment.
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Now you lay there breathing heavily as your door opens. And the colorful hue of yellows and red comes to your vision as he smiles at you “L/n! Im glad to see you are well after such a demon attack!”
But you only rolled your eyes as you moved your head to the side away from him.
“is…Did i do something wrong”
“Pssh ‘did i do something wrong’. Look I appreciate you dragging me here at the very least now the poison will be flushed out of me. But I did not ask you to bring me to the butterfly mansion and at the very least not to Kochou herself” you began. Because you were grateful but surely he couldn’t be so dense that he didn't know the dislike or even the distance between you two.
“I don’t understand? You were wounded and Kochou is the best at treating injuries”
“Yes but Kochou and i don't at all get along”
Almost anyone knew that you and her didn't even speak, surely he knew too. But as you watched him tilt his head and give you a questioning look you sighed.
Oh. My. God. He’s dense.
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#kny x reader#x reader#demon slayer#demon slayer kyojuro#female reader#kny kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku x reader#rengoku kyojuro x reader#kyojuro rengoku#rengoku kyojuro#kyojuro x reader#kny rengoku#demon slayer rengoku#rengoku x reader#kyojuro
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i know it in MY HEART BODY AND SOUL KYOJURO WOULD SHRIMPIFY HIS CHILD I JUST KNOW
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Mates
DNI/BYF
cw: none so far.
synopsis: hey you meet your love, yeah he kinda tried to kill yoU BUT HE DIDN'T
You never foresaw yourself ever finding someone to love as deeply as you have now. You had been living in the mountains for a while now, since you have been able to care for yourself thats where you stayed. Sure it wasn’t the most fruitful life but it was a comfort you grew to enjoy.
On that night like many others you had gotten your water from the mountain rain river where your barrel would be filled to last you a full day when you met him
You just knew he was there by the aura alone as you kept walking thinking that it may just be an unusual set of eyes from nature. Just kept walking home. And that is how he caught you. Suddenly knocked off your center while your barrel went flying making the soil turn to mud beneath you.
Trying to raise your head at all but finding that theres this heavy thing above you, what you figure as bird feet gripping your skull as you are sunken into the mud.
You should be scared, after all this thing is as big as you no doubt, but as you hear no noise and what sounds like snarls of pain you calm a bit “i’m sorry…were you scared?”
Its silent for a while. As you feel the weight kind of leave you for a moment as you try to sit up. “Im sorry if i scared you-” feeling the weight completely leave you stand up now, mud caking your face and hair as you try to wipe it, And because of the blindness that affects your eyes, You couldn’t even see the shocked face on your future mate to be
You listened to hesitant steps and the soft flutter of feathers before something began circling you. You were of course scared. Now you didn’t know where home was, and this thing was circling you with its heavy breathing.
And there is a certain smell to the air, of iron and of…musk?
“Pretty” says a voice that takes you off guard, as you stand there now lost and confused.
“Hello?” you ask into the night that seems to grow colder as you stand on the mud, unsure of what's going on now, crouching down to find your barrel that's rolled away from you
And it takes Urogi off guard, You are blind, That’s why you didn’t stop when he was staring you down, that's why you asked such absurd questions. That’s why you lay on the floor trying to locate the barrel that lay far from you.
He’s a demon and seeing you so defenseless makes a smile appear on his face, but it tugs at his heart strings. It makes him question it as to why or how he can feel such a way to you.
Why pity things that are so useless? Why when he likes to kill the defenseless. And why on earth is he coming over to help. Rolling the barrel to you his head hangs down for a moment as your delicate and yet calloused hand rest just above his making him look.
Eyes as bright and as ghostly as the moon. Such a delicate and yet strong face. One thats seen far kinder winters and one thats seen harsher springs. He’s delicate but his talon like hand brushes out the strand of hair that sticks to her face.
Like a fallen star that seeks to be comforted.
“Thank you…uh..”
“Urogi” he says quietly yet despite its loud and rough around its edges.
You can’t help but smile a bit as you hold your barrel in your hands as you turn your head down just a bit. “Urogi….Thank you”
He likes how delicately his name sounds on your tongue, as he just stands there looking at you as you begin again.
“Can you…tell me which way I was heading?”
And of course he does, making sure to not scare you as his hands rest gently on your form and guides you on the path again, facing you the way you were going and speaks “that way”
You smile just a bit as you turn back around where you knew to lead to the river as you bow deeply. “Thank you again, may we meet again in a less then messy way, haha” You laugh a bit, no doubt you'd need to take a bath to clear away the mud as you head back towards the river to begin the trip again.
You hope that you would meet again on a night like this with less of the mess and more of the talking, after all it gets so lonely living the life you live. And what strong hands they were, so rough and big and yet so delicate with moving your hair away.
Or how his voice sounded so soft just to not scare you.
It was nice
But nights go by and even if you feel his eyes on you, if you feel his presence he doesn’t say a thing. You really shouldn’t have expected anything after all you were much a stranger to him as he was for you. And living the way you did left many to never speak with you.
Was it lonesome? Absolutely but it brought some comfort to feel and know that there was someone at the very least there.
This night however. The terrain was worse and you knew it was risky to even tread with how much the rain was pouring. But decided to take the trip. It wasn’t until the terrain was crumbling under you and trembling as no doubt a mudslide was coming down did you regret heading out at all.
Your feet were almost glued to the floor and the earth shaking left you disorientated. Your own basket dropped as you prepared to feel it consume you.
But instead of a claustrophobic feeling consuming you. You felt the air. Felt your feet be swept off the ground and a body so warm and yet so cold hold you tight against it as the wind blew by so quickly that you didn't have any time to react.
Just later felt yourself be gently placed on the ground. Your feet finding the familiar feel of the wooden porch of your house as you stood a little puzzled.
A voice, not gentle and yet also not rough began “...you’re home” he spoke before eventually you felt him leave. And it left your heart beating so quickly and yet at the same time left you so confused.
#kny#kimetsu no yaiba#kny x reader#x reader#demon slayer#female reader#urogi x reader#urogi#demon slayer urogi#kny urogi#urogi x y/n
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perhaps
something to be posted late today or early morning. idk just yet.
also if anyone can suggest me any kny character to draw it be greatly appreciated. it can be a prompt or not but i just feel very art stumped.
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I lowkey think i just came up with a good like idea for a urogi x reader drabble
Now would anyone like for me to write it? is it going to be good? ABSOLUTELY NOT (idk yet im still writing down the plot points at the end)
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Commissions are open!
Happy To announce that my Commissions are open (featuring some shinazugawa brothers)
Id like to apologize for the lack of providing backgrounds for a plain Commission. However if you are interested in an art commission at all from me. Please Dm me or ask for my email which ever you are comfortable with.
Furthermore id like to state that i take payment through Kofi and paypal. But that will be discussed in dms or through emails
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Requests are open
Hi! yes my requests are open now
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Me: okay we can make the Urami work really angsty, or raunchy
me 2 seconds later: THIS IS GONNA BE A HA HA COMEDY MOMENT
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Trophy? Pet or Spouse?
DNI/BYF
Pairing: Aizetsu x Gn slayer reader
CW/ Summary: Reader is referred to as a pet, Angst. Talk about preparing human meat. (idk dead dove?) Nothing too graphic but reader is also referred to as a trophy.
Demons Don't kidnap at all. They are conniving, cruel, foul and they only ever do things for them. They don't care about anyone else but themselves. Only caring about their next meal. Every creature, simple minded or not, does the things they do for reasons one could never understand.
And well that’s where you were. You were a slayer. You were a slayer for over two years. And well that had changed. If it hadn’t been for the simple fact that you had been taken as a prize for a demon.
You didn’t know how it happened. Really it was anyone's guess. You were fighting one moment and when you suddenly felt your life in danger for the first time. You willingly let yourself be consumed by a demon.
You were just a slayer. You weren’t going to be able to defeat one of the twelve kizuki let alone upper moon four.
You were alone when it happened. Fighting with everything you got and were being surrounded by the four clones. You were giving up. Your body was giving up. So you closed your eyes and waited.
You weren’t winning, you knew your limits.So you waited for a blow, A screech, possibly lightning that immobilized you. But nothing came. So you opened your eyes. Meeting the cool toned blue eyes of sorrow.
His spear just mear inches away from making contact with you.
“What the hell is taking so long?”
At the moment you stopped to accept death it seemed all your energy had left you. It seems You were exhausted. You kept your breathing as calm as you could keep it. But your arms are clearly trembling, your sweating heavily
And even then it was admirable submitting to someone like Aizetsu.
He found it beautiful.
“Aizetsu? Cmon im hungry”
Now even you were as confused as the other three. Tilting your head to the side as you looked at him.
“Soo….. is he always like this or?” you asked randomly as if you just had a good spar with a friend of yours.
The other three didn’t even seem to care that you spoke to them. Only looking at the clone as he flipped his spear down.
“This one is mine”
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And well that's how you found yourself now. In a wicked way you were now tied to the demon who spared your life. At the Expense of being his prize.
You grew to learn that Aizetsu cared for you. But it was more of as if you were just a pretty flower that he found. Maybe some fancy pottery, something other than human. Something like everyday life utilities.
A pet.
You wanted to ask for help, Tell someone that you weren't killed in battle. But unfortunately your crow was killed So there you were in this run down shack in the middle of nowhere hoping to have a slayer come by chance.
If anything you also took up the role of a spouse as well. Aside from nice decoration like how sekido puts it. Aizetsu was rather kind. He wasn’t an angel by any means. But he was gentle with you. And not that he did share you with the rest of them. Or even the main body
But he was soft with you. It made you wonder why. Why exactly were you here and what use are you to him? Were you to be a spouse? A nice little pet or what?
You wanted to ask exactly what was expected of you. But you feared speaking. Not that He ever gave you any reason to be afraid of him. But it wasn’t your place to speak. Afraid to say all the wrong things, afraid to ask what you were to him.
Lucky for you he never made you kill for him. Lure food to him whenever he was away from the main body. But he did make you prepare it for him. To his liking. You would often find yourself praying over bits of meat sickened to your core that you, a slayer, were now kept to prepare the very beings you swore to protect.
Luckily it was just cutting and or making such a nice plate for him, his counterparts or the main body. As when he tried to make you eat or cook it you couldn’t help but cry and throw yourself sick.
Tonight thankfully he had come back along with the other three. You were thankful and at the same time ready to be yelled at to come along with their plans. However Aizetsu placed his delicate hand on your backside guiding you into the room that was fixed up just for yourself.
You dreaded ever being in the same room. It seemed that whatever good karma remained speared you ever having to deal with the bad things that come with demons. Aizetsu had told you he never needed sleep. But on days like those many he would lay on your lap looking intently at you making you fidget.
“Human.. Please sit”
You listened. In the time you had been kept you never ever could speak to them again. But you just had to ask
“May..” you watched as the demon jumped a little, startled obviously “May i ask you something?”
Aizetsu’s gaze lingered as he squinted before sitting down in front of you face to face. No matter how many times you looked at him face, the same shiver ran up your spine. He rose his hand signaling you to continue
“What exactly am i to you?” You questioned “Sekido puts it as nice decor to be your little trophy but you treat me as if i am a dog and then treat me as if im a domestic partner and while i appreciate that you haven’t killed me and actually get me food when i get hungry i must ask what do you want from me?”
There was silence. And in all the time you’ve been here you have never felt so uncomfortable then now.
“I had understood that…human spouses are to do what you’ve been doing this entire time. Have i been wrong?”
You were dumbfounded. You obviously expected the other three to be right about you being just a little treasure for the demon that could not kill you? But a spouse? “I … I mean no but. Spouses speak to each other. They treat each other with love if the circumstances allow it. Usually one isn’t afraid of the other”
Aizetsu looked at you now. His head resting on your lap as it should have been had you not opened your mouth. This time his eyes bore into you. Almost ripping you to shreds. But you couldn’t look away.
“I’m sorry you fear me. Tell me what is it that i’ve done wrong”
“You are a demon”
“Yes”
“And im a human”
“Yes”
“I think thats very explanatory. I mean i was a slayer before…before this” You gulped down your nerves as you looked at him and asked again. “What is it about me that you find special enough to keep? Im sure you met countless of slayers such as myself”
There was an uncomfortable silence. His hand resting on your cheek as you two continued looking at each other. And there were many many things Aizetsu could tell you about what he liked, or why he kept you. The foolishness of it all to care so much about such a pathetic life of a slayer. And maybe in due time you could learn to see it all or maybe he could learn to tell you it all.
But in that moment all his mind and heart could say was
“You have such wonderful eyes”
And maybe that was good enough for now.
#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kny x reader#x reader#demon slayer#aizetsu#kny aizetsu#sekido#hantengu#aizetsu x reader#aizetsu x you#aizetsu demon slayer
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Mayhaps
Perhaps i will indulge in writing some kyojuro angst but not like x oc
its just a what if scenario
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Regrettably
Pairing: Kyojuro x GN Reader.
Warnings: Angst, This all is in Shinjuro's perspective.
Shinjuro had experienced pain when Ruka died. He often found himself praying that he would never feel that pain again. And as cowardly as he became he could often find himself praying that his kids would be okay.
He would never admit it but when you Married Kyojuro he couldn’t help but feel happy for his eldest son. He watched in the sidelines as you two would take care of the house. How you were the opposite of his son. Reserved, quiet and yet the perfect partner to Kyojuro.
In a way you did remind him of Ruka. He guessed that's why he wasn’t as harsh as he could have been with his sons.
Nevertheless he cared deeply about his family, and that included you. Regrettably he never got to show it.
He listened to Senjuro and yourself bidding Kyojuro goodbye. Wishing him well and blessing him for his mission. Listening to you asking Senjuro to go ahead and do as he wished that you’d take care of the house chores for today.
He listened to the elated laughter of his youngest son, Thanking you profusely as he ran off to his room no doubt. He knew in his spare time that he rarely had Senjuro loved to paint.
He knew how happy he always was when he was done with one painting. Stashing it away somewhere only he would know. He could hear how he took out the painting no doubt he had been working on for over a few months. Wondering to himself what it was.
Oftentimes he would beat himself over the fact that he should get out of this room and train the boy. But he never could. Biting back the emptiness of his heart.
Aside from sitting in his room drinking away the dull pain that he had grown to live with, he got to hear everything that went on in the house and out. Hearing you come in getting ready to prepare food for the two other Rengoku’s in the house and yourself
This was routine now ever since you married into the family. Sometimes you would allow Senjuro to help and others you sent him off to be a kid. And really he would have liked to thank you for it.
And nights where Kyojuro was here and you two would be awake into the ungodly times at night on days where he didn't need to patrol. He would hear how you often prayed over him.
How you no doubt would grow so worried about him. How thankful you were that he had returned to you safe although injured. And he would hear how his son would reply to you in kind. Asking you to not worry about him to please just take care of Senjuro in the moment where he needed comfort the most.
How cowardly he was to not be able to provide that. He wanted to. In a way he wanted too. But the bitterness that came with losing a loved one. The anger that came with not being able to do anything against something so natural like a sickness. It ate away at his reasoning.
Unknownst to anyone If a demon ever decided to show their face here while Kyojuro wasn’t here he knew he would do anything in his power to provide the little bit of happiness that those two had. And it was to protect you.
If for anything to keep them happy when he could do nothing.
“Otousan” You greeted and he did not turn to look at you. He knew this routine too well. You would give the same talk of preparing his meal and ask about his day only for him not to respond before you left his plate and sake and left to tend to Senjuro.
“I’ve made your meal. Please enjoy and eat while its still hot” He didn’t need to look at you to know you bowed at him waiting for his response that he would never give. “I do hope your day has been good Otousan! I Finished all the house chores today”
You continued to talk as he sat up now. Still looking out into the yard. What a beautiful day and what a sour cold feeling he always got from it.
“Kyojuro should return within a few days! But im sure you heard him! I’ll go now i leave you your sake as always” You spoke, leaving the plate and his sake close to him before you left.
If Kyojuro were any more of a man he would have bore him his first grandchild. Oftentimes he would think about what that would entail. How would he change? Would he change at all?
Truth be told he found it astounding that he had married at all. He knew how his son often rejected many, many proposals. So he never thought they would see the day he married. He would have liked for Ruka to have been there for it. But he has learned not everything goes as you wish.
This was the routine for those days. You would either work on chores yourself or you would have Senjuro help. Today he has spoken to you. Now he did speak to you but only ever asking the simplest of things or yelling at you for doing something wrong. However in some way you had mellowed him out.
Perhaps out of respect? He couldn’t quite know. He just knew he didn’t want you to hate him. To possibly drive his family away. He knew he shouldn’t doubt your place here, You treated him with respect and well he didn’t berate you.
He would have liked to ask about any news you may know about Kyojuro but he was too prideful. Now he found himself regretting a lot of things. And when Kyojuro’s crow came bearing the bad news he would know what his biggest regret was.
You had been outside. Today, Senjuro help with the laundry while you took care of tidying up. He had gotten up from his stoop and went to check on how things were going. He noticed how you looked at the Crow on the floor. How your sweeping has stopped as You listened to the news that would either break you or him.
But he didn’t need to be close to know what news would be spoken. He wasn’t stupid. He saw how you let go of the broom. Your hand over your mouth as you let yourself drop to the floor.
He was heart broken. But he would never be able to admit that to himself. Seeing you on the floor. Crying but pulling yourself together. It broke his heart. Is this the pain he often put Ruka through? Did she cry like this when he left for his long missions?
How cruel of a life that was. To love someone unconditionally that you would never wish to harm them unknowingly putting them through torture as you made them worry if you would live to see your young children another day.
But he knew Ruka and yourself have agreed to this. But its cruel to have this fate. Having just been married, having just found happiness, only for it to be ripped away from you so quickly .
He did the only thing that would help his aching heart. He locked himself away and drank.
He didn’t want to hear Senjuro’s sobs. Didn’t want to hear you comfort Senjuro to be strong. He didn’t want to see how you had to pull yourself together for the sake of Senjuro. Whipping away at his tears no doubt.
He just sat there stone cold as he looked out into the sky.
How weak.
The knock was expected as was you coming in to share the news. He spoke as he had for the past years. Berating him how weak he was, how much of a disappointment it was to the Rengoku name.
How he was weak.
And you just bit back your tongue. He knew why. He knew that pain of losing a loved one. Losing your twin flame. But he was not good at comfort. So what was to be expected of him? He was not good at this.
So within those few hours to days to a weeks the new routine began. You would wake early. Prepare food for the boys and yourself clean the house spotless but never dare touch Kyojuro’s stuff. You would not show yourself in the room with him any more. You would prepare his food but let Senjuro deliver it to him.
The quietness was new but it wasn’t something he didn't welcome coldly.
That is until Tanjiro came by. Delivering the last message his eldest gave to all. He didn’t wish to listen to what he said to you two. It wasn’t his place to know. However when Senjuro came to him about his last message he expected to get some remarks about his attitude about his behavior and when none of it came and Senjuro left
He allowed himself to cry.
How cruel it was to watch such a young love bloom and to watch it be ripped away so quickly. How evil can the world be to not allow you two the happiness he wished he had with his late wife.
He wept until he couldn’t crying for his son and what love was lost. But as quickly as it happened he let himself be a man for once. No longer would he allow you to be strong. It would be his turn to be a man. To pick up what little is left of his family.
After writing to Tanjiro to apologize for how he treated him. He left his room to prepare food for you two. Senjuro often cleaned the house spot clean while you stayed in your room. No doubt crying and handling yourself how you could away from the prying eyes of the house.
He would be what he could be to the remaining family. Regrettably it was the family Kyojuro would not have. His only wish is that you’d be stronger than he ever could be and that if the world was kinder. Than you and Kyojuro could find your happiness in a not so distant future.
#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#kny x reader#x reader#demon slayer#demon slayer kyojuro#kny kyojuro#kyojuro rengoku x reader#shinjuro rengoku#rengoku senjuro#rengoku kyojuro x reader
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