PREGNANCY ┊ Kyojuro Rengoku
Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba story featuring Kyojuro Rengoku, the Flame Hashira, and his journey with his forever family. There was no way he could have predicted this happening, but it made everything so much more worth it. A sweet, fluffy scenario told from a female perspective, focusing on the tender domestic moments between Kyojuro and his wife as they embark on a new chapter together.The sun was just setting beyond the horizon when Kyojuro carried himself home. Home where his beloved wife is. She is his home. She would always be at the centre of his universe, no matter where she was. The sight of his wife beaming at the threshold of their home, knowing that she waits for him each evening and waves him farewell in the morning, keeps him energised through the day. With each aching muscle and sore bones, Kyojuro pushed opened their gate, inhaling the sweet wisteria incense burning on the their porch.
Yet, she was not in sight. Believing she was just busy cooking for him already, he continued to carry himself through their doors. "My love?" He called out, removing his shoes and hanging his haori next to a miniature version of his haori. Kyojuro heard nothing, his brow furrowing in uncertainty, as he limped into the kitchen and smelled something pleasant. 'Weird... What is she cooking?', Kyojuro approached the oven and noticed bread just sitting there. His uncertainty deepened, so he reached up and rubbed his temple, 'What is going on?!'. After such an exhausting day, Kyojuro couldn't make sense of anything.
A sound of shuffling drew his attention, and he looked up to see his loving wife, who was smiling broadly. She even had some light tears in her eyes. His gaze became concerned as he observed her place a hand on her stomach. 'The little Haori... Bread in the oven' His eyes widened as it all made sense to him.
Grand Czar Felix Amore
You're his, all his. The voices told him so. It doesn't matter what you tell him. Only the voices matter. Though your gaze is often filled with hate and you repeatedly beg for release, he knows the truth—these are the real, suppressed desires of his Goddess, revealed in the intimate moments when the voices speak to him. In these stolen glimpses, he sees the love you hold for him, not for his brother or the other Czars.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
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