Hii!! Since Requests Are Open, May I Request Some Dating Macaque Or Sun Wukong Headcanons?? Please And

Rengoku x older brother reader

Short fic

Angst

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You weren't a hashira nor did you want to be but you were a swordsman.

You and rengoku did basically everything together including missions.

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After Emnu was defeated you helped people out from the rubble of the train while Rengoku was fighting another demon. Akaza. (RIP)

You weren't worried at first until you saw kyo's movements get sloppy. You tied to pay attention the people you were helping but you just couldn't.

Then you saw Akaza get close. You couldn't watch anymore.

You reached them just in time to take the blow to the stomach for him.

"Y/n" he said in disbelief.

"What are you standing there for. Your a demon slayer aren't you." You said through your teeth doing you best to hold him in place.

Rengoku hesitated for a second before going around you and raising his sword to akaza's neck but akaza's free hand blocked the sword.

The sun was coming up.

In desperation akaza severed his arm, pushed Rengoku back and fled into the forest.

Rengoku didn't go after him, he was to busy having his last conversation with you.

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A/n: if anyone is good with naming things can you help me make names for my first that don't have one. I'm struggling 😭

Morning routine of local TV star

i feel like im going to hell for asking something like this, but... Muzan with a daughter that knows he has a fake family, but he spends more time with the fake kid than his actual one. even though he promises to make time for his daughter, it's never kept. real daughter gets depressed and offs themselves by sunlight, with a note wishing he'd love them more instead of making them feel like a mistake

POV: Me with my dad rn

So sorry for the wait. The other requests are in the making, got like 6 in my inbox💀

Demon slayer masterlist

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The sun was setting as Muzan shuffled around his room. He was getting ready to go to the town he had established a family in.

You watched in the door way, hoping he didn't forget about the promise he made to you.

You were going to redecorate your room, and multiple others in the castle, together. (It's a old castle and muzan likes to be up to date with the times)

"Dad?"

"Hm? "

"Where are you going?" A question that you had asked many times and always got the same answer-

"To keep up my image as a human."

'It's like he's ashamed of me'

"Can I come?"

"No, I'll be back later." And with that he was gone.

So, like always, you waited patiently for him to come back.

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.

.

He didn't come back for a whole week. In that time you had redecorated everything. He didn't notice.

When he did he acted as if he were there the whole time.

'I should be used to this by now.' You thought but that didn't stop it from hurting.

He completely forgot about his promise. This wouldn't be the first time it happened

"Dad?"

"Hm?"

"The next time you leave I won't be here when you come back." You say matter of factly. The only reason you've been around this whole time was because you thought he wanted you to be.

Time had changes your father, he used to adore you, he used to drop everything for you.

"And why is that?"

"You'll see when I get back." He said walking away from him.

He didn't even question it. He didn't even care.

When you got into your room you wrote notes for the 12 moons and your father.

You waiting for muzan to leave then you left after him, leaving the notes in places where each recipient would easily find.

You ran until you reached a cliff where you decided would be a nice stop to watch the sunrise.

It was beautiful.

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Muzan felt your deal that and immediately came back to the castle, he found a note on his desk in his study. It read-

-I am tired of going unnoticed-

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This is a draft that I used for this fic

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It happened in a big blur you had followed your father out of the infinite castle to his other family when you were taken away by the kakushi.

They took you away. You don't know where you are but it's no where near home.

They put you in a room without windows you didn't understand why, living in the infinity castle they had loads of windows even if they just lead to other rooms. You've never seen the sun and your father had taught you to fear it.

The first person you saw was a man with a scar covering the top half of his face. He had a soft smile of his face matched with a soft personality. You couldn't help but feel at peace whenever him and his children came by.

Days had went by with you in his care. You didn't mind staying in the small room but you did miss your father.

"Do you feel like talking today." He waited for a response that never came. "That's fine my child. Take your time." He reached his hand out to you. "I want you to meet the demon slayers."

'My child' your father never called you any terms of endearment. You liked it.

Your father warned you about the demon slayers. He told you to stay away from them. That they were dangerous.

That couldn't be farther from the truth, for the most part.

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"Another demon. Seriously? This one is MUZANS FUCKING CHILD." sanemi groaned as he watched you with a sword pointed at you while you were in the shadows of the Kagaya's house.

"Calm down sanemi. You had your sword pointed at him for a while, don't you think he would've done something by now." You looked towards the voice to see a woman with a smile and a butterfly Haori.

You didn't have much time to look at her before the sword at your neck was starting to cut you, luckily kagaya came and stopped him.

"Shinaguzawa I appreciate the concern but this child poses no threat to anyone, his demon art isn't lethal." At the masters voice sanemi pulled his sword back and bowed.

Most kids would find him scary but you stared at him in fascination.

No one would dare to look at you like that or else your father would strike them down.

"I believe this child could be the key to defeating muzan."

A/n: I'm 100% going to rewrite this because I don't have an ending yet

Strawberries and Wolves (Diluc Ragnvindr X Fem!Reader, Platonic!Razor X Reader)

Summary ~ During your time living at Dawn Winery with your husband, you got to know the young boy who lives in the forest of Wolvendom and make frequent visits to see him. During one of these visits, you’re attacked.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Genshin Impact or any of its characters.

Word Count ~ 4k

Warnings ~ Husband!Diluc, flirty Diluc, some kissing, blood, injury, Razor being the son sweetheart that he is, monsters (Rifthounds), fighting, no use of Y/n

Diluc Ragnvindr Masterlist

Genshin Impact Masterlist

A/N ~ Razor is my son. That is all.

•DO NOT run my work through any form of AI writing program•

•I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here, it has been reposted without my permission•

the sweet smell of freshly baked muffins filled the large kitchen around you as you reached inside the oven and carefully removed the hot pan, the thick fabric covering your hands warming up as you carried the pan over to the island in the middle of the kitchen. A dozen blueberry muffins now sat on the counter, steam billowing up from the tops of them as you gently poked the tops of a couple with a toothpick to ensure they were baked properly, a smile forming on your lips when the toothpick came out clean.

You leaned forward and pressed your palms to the edge of the wooden countertop, pushing your face into the trail of fragrant steam floating up into the air above the fresh pastries and inhaling the comforting scent.

Next to the pan of muffins sat a basket, the inside filled with various foods you had spent the morning making and even some fruits and vegetables you had picked up from the market in Mondstat the day before.

Once a week, you prepared a basket of food to take up into Wolvendom for the young boy who lived there with the wolves. You had always had a soft spot for the young boy, ever since you met him just over a year ago. It was the middle of the night and you were on your way home and had chosen to cut through Wolvendom rather than go around, while on your way through you remembered clutching your knife tightly as you followed the trail of lamp grass. The grey-haired boy had nearly made you jump out of your skin when he snuck up on you, your attention has been fully on the glowing blue plants and not on the stranger approaching you from the trees. You had been confused at first, confused as to why the young boy was alone in the middle of the woods, at first he hadn’t answered your question and simply insisted that you couldn’t be there, that it was too dangerous for you.

After returning home to your then fiancé, you had explained to him how you had run into the young boy in the middle of the forest and wanted to return the next day to try and find him, try and learn more about him. Diluc had insisted Wolvendom was too dangerous—a point you used to argue your case on why you needed to find the boy—but ultimately caved, agreeing to help you find the boy the next day.

It had been well over a year now since you found the boy, eventually learning his name was Razor and that he lived in Wolvendom with the wolves. It had taken a long time for him to trust you, and when he finally did you began bringing him food and other things like books and clothes once a week, this became your new routine with the wolf boy.

“Well, doesn’t it smell divine in here?” The sultry voice of your husband broke you out of your thoughts as he walked into the kitchen and took a deep inhale of the air, “What have you baked today, dearest?” A pair of strong arms slid around your waist as he pressed his chest to your back and rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at the pastries in front of you.

A content hum fell from your lips as you leaned back into his chest and tilted your head to the side so it pressed against his own, “Good morning Diluc, I was wondering how long it would take for you to find your way in here.” You turned to look at him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, “Blueberry muffins for Razor, and a few other things that I found at the market yesterday that I thought he might like.” You leaned forward away from Diluc’s body and plucked a strawberry from the basket, bringing it to your lips as you turned around to face the red-haired man.

Diluc’s eyes flickered down to your lips as you bit into the red berry, a smile forming on your lips as you tasted the sweet fruit, “Why don’t you invite the boy to come here? Instead of going all the way up to Wolvendom?” He attempted to reach around you and grab a muffin only to have his hand swatted away by you.

“Hands off mister, these aren’t for you,” you scolded him while pursing your lips and looking up at him, “and you know Razor won’t come here, his home is in those woods, that’s where he is comfortable.” You ate the last of the strawberry.

Diluc sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched you begin wrapping the muffins in a white cloth and placing them inside the basket, “I don’t like you going up there alone, it’s dangerous.” He sighed, reaching for your hand and wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

Your gaze softened as you looked up at Diluc, his heart on his sleeve as he told you of his worries, “My love, just because I don’t have a Vision like you, does not mean I am incapable of protecting myself from a few stray Hilichurls.” You tugged on his arm and stepped forward, shifting your hand so your palm was pressed flat against his and your fingers were aligned, “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” You slipped your free hand up to cup his jaw, running your thumb along his cheekbone while standing o your tiptoes and pressing your lips to his.

Diluc didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, one hand sliding around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer to him only to be stopped by you pulling your lips away from his.

“Strawberries. You taste like strawberries.” He whispered while trying to go in for another kiss, his brows furrowing together when you stepped away from him, “Hey,” he whined.

You reached into the closed basket and grabbed another strawberry, tossing it to your husband with a sly grin, “This should keep you occupied until I get back then.” You waved to him and plucked the basket off of the table, slipping it onto the crook of your arm and heading for the door of the large mansion.

“I am always surprised by your cruelty,” Diluc muttered as he took a bite of the berry and watched you leave, pushing down his worry for you as you went.

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Stepping carefully down the muddy path into the forest, your eyes bounced around the trees hoping to spot the familiar head of grey hair. You knew the path through Wolvendom like the back of your hand after all your time coming to visit Razor, the young boy has even made sure to show you the best paths to take to your meeting spot to keep you the safest. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t care deeply for the boy, you had taken him under your wing and had done everything in your power to help him learn to trust humans, even if he was still quite wary of Diluc.

Diluc had taken just as much time to come around to the young boy as he had taken to come around to him, both of them still cautious of one another.

Cautious, but trusting.

You were proud of both of them.

When you finally reached the spot where Razor usually met you, you found that he was not there yet. You knew he wouldn’t forget what day it was and figured he was just running late, so, you walked toward a large stone at the base of the rocky cliff and sat down on top of it to wait for the boy.

The fabric of your cloak spread out on the stone around you like a fan as you placed the basket onto the ground beside you and crossed one leg over your knee. Your fingers drummed against the side of your leg as your eyes moved around the clearing, the soft blue glow of the lamp grass sitting in the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing catching your eye. Looking up at the path which led deeper into the forest to look for Razor one last time, you sighed and hopped off of the rock and moved toward the lamp grass.

You spent the next twenty minutes or so moving about the tree line and gathering various plants and flowers that you saw—mostly lamp grass and wolfhook—before you heard footsteps coming from the trees. You stood and looked toward where the sound had come from, your eyes narrowing when you saw no one.

“Razor? That you?” You called out, your voice heard by only the trees.

Another footstep sounded, followed by several more.

Too many to be human, and far too may to be alone.

Your hand moved to your hip where you kept a dagger—a wedding gift from Diluc—and tightened your grip on the leather wrapped handle.

Two sets of glowing gold eyes peered at you from the trees, a deep rumbling growl flowing out and causing you to freeze, your grip on the knife faltering for a single moment.

You were forced back to reality when two large stony hounds lunged out of the tree line and rushed toward you, broken howls echoing from the throat of one of them while the other began circling you, growling under its breath. Your hand shook as you raised your blade, keeping your eyes on the one in front of you while trying to keep your attention on the one stalking around you, a shiver went down your spine at the sound of the creature’s growling.

Both of the hounds came to a halt, one on either side of you, their eyes still locked on you as you glanced toward the path which led deeper into the forest.

While you knew it was a terrible idea to try and run, you also knew you had no chance of beating them if you stood your ground and fought.

You took off running, still clutching your knife tightly as you hurried up the path without looking back.

The sound of the hounds chasing after you only urged you to run faster, your panicked breathing downing out their howls as your feet thudded against the hard ground.

The feeling of sharp claws tearing onto your arm caused you to scream as you were pushed to the side, your shoulder slamming into a tree before you fell to the ground. A pained whimper broke from your lips as you rolled onto your back and clutched your bleeding arm, pain sprouting in your temple from where it connected with the ground.

Blood seeped through your fingers and stained your skin as the two creatures approached you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter and more menacingly as they floated in front of you. Your chest heaved as you reached for our knife where it lay in the grass, your bloody hand inches away from wrapping around the hilt when the sound of lightning crackled through the air, the hairs on your arms standing up straight as the scent of ozone filled your nostrils.

You barely had time to look where the sound had came from before a flash of purple electricity slammed into both of the creatures, preventing them from getting any closer to you.

A flash of grey moved in front of you before a familiar form stood in front of you, between you and the raging creatures.

“Away!” Razor yelled, his sword raised, electricity sparking down the length of the blade, “Away now!” He swung the blade sending the electricity shooting out toward the two creatures to push them back even further.

You watch wide eyed as lightning danced along Razor’s arms and into his blade as he rushed forward and attacked the two hounds. The cold air bit at your wound as you shifted your shoulders and leaned back against the tree you had been tossed into, the sickening smell of copper filling your mind as the warm liquid dripped from the small cut on your forehead.

Electricity flashed through the air in front of you as Razor moved around the clearing, making sure to keep the stony beasts attention on himself and away from you.

You had never seen him fight, never seen how effective he was in a fight.

He was raised by wolves, and wolves protected their own, you were sure that had something to do with the pure rage you saw in the boy’s eyes as he swung at the hounds.

You were one of his own.

Lupical. That’s what he had called you once.

Family.

Before you knew it, the creatures were gone, one of them lay dead on the ground at Razor’s feet while the other ran away into the woods. Razor stood in front of the dead hound with his hand clenching tight around the hilt of his claymore, his shoulders hunched and chest heaving as he worked to catch his breath.

“Razor?” You spoke up, your voice quiet as you watched the boy with wary eyes, “What were those things?”

His head turned so he could look at you over his shoulder, “Rifthounds. Bad monsters.”

Your brows knit together, confusion mixing with the pain on your face, “Rifthounds? I thought they were all dead?”

Razor ignored your words as he sheathed his sword on his back and walked toward you, his ruby colored eyes fixed on your injured arm, “You are hurt.”

He knelt in front of you and looked at your arm, reaching for it to pull your hand away from the wound causing you to wince slightly as his hand connected with your arm.

“They hurt you.” He muttered, pulling his hand away from you and looking down at the blood on his finger tips, “I was not quick enough, so they kill my brothers and sisters, now they hurt you.”

“Brothers and sisters? They have killed wolves?”

“Rifthounds. They are bad.” Razor looked down at his hands.

Your heart broke for the boy, the wolves were his family and these creatures had killed some of them.

“I am… Sorry.” He looked back up at you and blinked, for a moment you swore you saw tears in his eyes.

“Razor.” You wiped your hand on your leg, cleaning off as much of the blood as you could before reaching forward and taking his scarred hand, “This was not your fault, and neither was what happened to the wolves, understand?” You squeezed his hand, “You kept me safe, you saved my life.”

He squeezed your hand back, tight.

“Can you help me up?”

Razor was careful not to tug on your injured arm as he helped you to your feet, his hands pulling away from you the second you were on your feet, “Can you walk?” He looked up at you and pressed his brows together.

You stood still for a moment, waiting for the spinning in your head to settle before nodding slowly, “I think so, just a bit dizzy.”

Razor blinked, tilting his head to the side, “Dizzy?” He said the word slowly to make sure he was pronouncing it correctly, though he still cringed at the foreign word coming from his mouth.

You often forgot that Razor’s English was rough, he had gotten much better at speaking but some words still confused him.

“Dizzy, it’s like when everything around you feels like its spinning, so it makes it feel like your falling over even though you’re standing still.” You carefully explained the meaning of the word to him while holding onto your bleeding arm once again, the dizziness in your head subsiding slightly by the time you were finished speaking.

The boy thought for a moment before speaking again, “Dizzy.” He nodded, “I will help you walk, so you do not fall.”

Razor helped you slip your good arm over his shoulders, the awkward position proving to be much easier since the two of you were close in height, Razor standing just a few inches shorter than you.

“Thank you Razor.” You smiled over at the boy, “I’m sure Diluc is worried sick about me.”

The two of you began walking, Razor guiding you through the forest down the dirt path, “Diluc… Your mate?”

“Husband. My husband.” You corrected him.

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One thing you had been right about, was Diluc.

He was indeed worried out of his mind.

As soon as he noticed you had been gone longer than you said you would, he grabbed his sword and coat and set off toward Wolvendom.

His worry was only amplified when he saw you walking out of the forest leaning on Razor, blood staining your arm and forehead.

The sound of Diluc’s voice calling your name earned your attention and caused you to lift your head up and look in his direction. The look of complete and utter concern was all you could see on his face as he ran toward you and Razor, his eyes bouncing from your bleeding arm to the cut on your forehead.

“What happened?” He came to a halt, his hand immediately moving to take you from Razor and into his arms so he could get a better look at the damage that had been done to you.

You turned your arm so he could see the claw marks, the strips cut into the fabric of your shirt by the hounds claws, “Rifthounds.”

Diluc’s eyes went even wider, if that was even possible, “Rifthounds? They were hunted to extinction.” He looked up from your arm to meet your eyes.

“They clearly didn’t get that memo.” You let out a dry laugh, “Razor protected me, killed one of them too.”

Diluc turned his attention to the boy standing a few steps behind you, he had remained quiet ever since Diluc showed up and you knew it was because it was still cautious of him.

“Razor.” Diluc kept his arm around you as he spoke to him, “You have my thanks for keeping my wife safe.” He dipped his head slightly, a show of respect to the boy, ”I am in your debt.”

Razor stayed silent for a moment, looking from you to Diluc before speaking, “She is my friend. I protect my friends.”

“Will you be alright out here Razor?” You asked quietly while leaning heavily onto Diluc, your head once again spinning as you dropped it onto his shoulder.

He closed his eyes and nodded, “I must hunt the Rifthounds. They must pay for hurting my family.” He looked back at you when he said family.

Diluc opened his mouth to say something, but instead held his tongue and looked down at you, gently picking you up bridal style.

“I’m going to get her back to the winery so I can get her arm looked at.” He cleared his throat, “If you ever need anything Razor, and I mean anything, you come to us and we will help you.” He told the boy.

Razor nodded, dipping his head to Diluc before looking to you, “Be safe Lupical.”

“Thank you Razor.”

The three of you parted ways, Razor running back into the forest to hunt down the Rifthounds while Diluc carried you back toward the winery.

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The entire trek back to your home, Diluc was silent, which wasn’t uncommon for him. But you knew his mind was working on over drive thinking of all the things that could have happened to you.

Instead of pushing for him to talk to you, you dropped your head to the side and leaned against his chest, closing your eyes and listening to his steady heartbeat as he carried you home.

Now, you were sitting on the large bed in the master bedroom with Diluc stood in front of you, carefully bandaging the claw marks on your arm.

Diluc’s attention was solely on tending to your wounds, the cut on your forehead was his first task and when he was done with that he moved onto your arm, helping you out of your shirt so he could see it better.

“I know you want to say ‘I told you so’, so just say it.” You broke the silence between you and your husband making him pause his actions and sigh.

The bandage he was wrapping around your arm was cut off with scissors and tucked under the edge to keep it in place before he walked away from you and grabbed one of his white shirts from where it sat folded on the desk.

“what if you had been killed?” That was not what you were expecting him to say as he handed you the shirt and knelt in front of you, refusing to meet your eyes.

You reached forward to place your hand on the side of his face, lifting it up so he was forced to look at you, “But I wasn’t, Razor protected me.”

“And if he hadn’t been there? Then what?”

You went still, your mouth clamping shut and your hand falling from his face to your lap. Turning your gaze to your lap, you sighed and breathed in a long breath before speaking, “I won’t stop going up there, Razor needs me. I’m one of the only friends he’s got Diluc.” You traced the lines on your upturned palm with your eyes, “I worry about him being up there all alone.”

Diluc grabbed your hand, squeezing it tight and whispering your name to get you to look up at him, “I’m not asking you to stop going up there, I know how much that boy means to you. I could never ask you to stop going up there, dearest.” His calloused hand cupped the side of your face, “I’m asking you to let me come with you from now on.”

“Really?”

His free hand went to the other side of your face, both of his thumbs now rubbing your cheekbones, “Helping that kid makes you happy, and I want you to be happy. But I also want you to be safe. So, I’ll come up with you from now on so I know that you’re safe.”

A grin made it’s way onto your face, “He’s growing on you, isn’t he?”

Diluc froze, a pink tint blooming along his cheeks as he looked away from you, “He is not.”

You laughed, the sound echoing around the room as Diluc stood and moved away from you, “He is!” You stood carefully, clutching the white shirt in your hand as you walked after him, “You have a soft spot for the wolf boy!”

You grabbed a hold of Diluc’s arm and pulled yourself toward him, your chest pressing against his as you looked up and him and grinned.

“Admit it.” You stood on your tiptoes and moved your lips close to his, “Admit I’m right.”

Diluc closed the gap between you both, kissing you slowly and cutting off your grin.

“You’re wrong.” He whispered as he pulled back and walked away from you, leaving you standing in the middle of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

Walking toward the door, Diluc sighed, “Going to hunt some Rifthounds with the wolf boy.”

You watched him walk out of he bedroom before it dawned on you.

“Ha! I was right!”

hey, would be bad if i ask you for some more Mob x reader hc's? I'm so addicted to him!!

(feel free to ignore and i just want to wish you a wonderful day!!)

I hope you have a wonderful day too.

You can Ask for mob as many times as you want. I actually apricate that you keep coming back.

Ngl i'm scared as hell

It takes two 🔥

Fluff 💕

This also comes from the book I wrote so, I decided to make it a short. A little context : Upper Moon 3: Akaza, injured you terribly after seeking you out for saving Kyōjurō, causing you and him to lose your first child. After a year of recovery and mourning, you and Kyōjurō finally went to try again, and you conceive. You stay at the Rengoku Estate to ensure your safety.

Kyōjurō wakes up empty handed, and sits up. He walks into the front room to look for you, but didn’t find you` anywhere. “Father, have you seen my wife?” Shinjurō folds his paper back up and pours himself a drink, “Yes, about two hours ago, but I have the feeling she’d like to be alone. We have been smothering her as of late. The last place she told me she was going, was home. That woman is stubborn. I told her that she didn’t have to clean the house this morning! She cleaned the engawa too! She just won’t keep still. I guess that’s what happens when women nest. It’s best to leave them be.” He says as he sips his sake. “What do you mean nesting? Is she okay?” Kyōjurō asked worriedly. “Yeah, she’s fine, she’s just making sure things are in order for when the baby gets here. My advice is to not move anything, and always clean up after yourself or there will be hell to pay.” Kyōjurō smiles, then nods and heads out the door, to find you. “Ittekimasu!”

He walks through the path leading home, and sees Sanemi on the way. “Shinazugawa!” he says as he waves his hand. “What do you want?" Kyōjurō bows his head, “Thank you for being there for (y/n) when I'm on missions. Regardless of your reasoning, you still keep her safe and I greatly appreciate it.” Sanemi gets slightly flustered, “Yeah… It’s not a problem at all Rengoku." Kyōjurō smiles and starts walking away. “Look… I’m sorry, about… All the trouble y’know? I didn’t mean for it to… go south like it did.” Sanemi said as he scratched his head. “All is forgiven! I hope you continue to be there for her, even after the baby is born. I know you aren’t too fond of children, but I know it would mean a lot to her if you visited her sometime afterwards!” Kyōjurō says enthusiastically. “Y-yeah… Sure,” Sanemi says as he starts walking away. As Kyōjurō gets to the house, he noticed you were lifting firewood, and rushed over to you. “You know you shouldn’t be lifting Fire Lily. I’ll take those,” he says as he picks up the wood and stores them in a dry area. It was cold outside and you thought it might snow. “Oh, Kyōjurō! I think I just lost track of time! I was supposed to come here and grab some more clothes and instead I cleaned up the entire house!” You say winded as you sit down wincing, and putting your swollen feet on the couch. Kyōjurō sits next to you and starts rubbing them, “What did I tell you about doing too much? You should. Be. Sitting. (y/n).” He says in a disciplinary tone. “It’s nice to be home with just you before space gets filled up! It’s really wonderful.” You said as you ignored him, and looked at the snowfall get heavier by the minute. Kyōjurō lights a fire and snuggles with you. “How have you been feeling lately?” You kiss his coarse hands, “I feel pain everywhere now and again. It lasts a while, then goes away. It’s been happening more often, but other than that, I’ve been wonderful!” Kyojuro chuckles, “Well, please rest more. Kocho said any day now.” The teapot goes off in the kitchen, and you roll to stand up. “(Y/N), I can get it. Sit down!” He panics. You laugh, “I got it! It’s just tea—,” suddenly water falls on the floor, “aaahh!” Kyojuro dashes over to you, “Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?!” Kyōjurō said as he saw a puddle of water at your feet. “Kyōjurō… I think… you should get Kocho.” You said as your breathing started sounding slightly labored. “I don’t understand! Are you okay?! You're not burned?” He asks concerned. “I need Kocho…. I think the baby… aaaghhh!! Haaahhh… KYŌJURŌ GO FUCKING GET KOCHO!” You said as you grabbed onto the chair. Startled by your anger, he stands up quickly and helps you onto the bed, “Okay! I’ll be back! I’ll tell father too!”

Kyōjurō stumbles as he runs back to the Rengoku Residence, and told Shinjuro that you were in labor and needed assistance at home. Shinjurō hops up with a smile on his face, “I’ll get there, just go get Shinobu.” Kyōjurō starts running, and the bigger the smile got on his face, the faster he ran. There was a trail of fire where he stepped. He got to the Butterfly Estate quickly, and found Shinobu sitting in her office, “Kocho! It’s time, the baby is coming and she’s in a lot of pain, come quickly!” She gets up and follows him to your home. Upon arrival, you were sweating and crying. “Fear not my sweet. I’m here, okay?” She says as she puts her forehead to yours. “She doesn’t have a fever so that’s good! Okay, I’m going to try and keep you as comfortable as I can (y/n). I need everyone who isn’t the father to step outside the room please.” She says as she starts to undress you. Shinjurō squeezes his son’s shoulder, then leaves the room. Kyōjurō’s heart was thumping immensely hard, then Kocho sticks two fingers in you to check your dilation. “She’s close, you have to help her out, alright?” You nod and push a little, then scream, “Kyojurooo~!! It hurts!!” He grabs your hand and turns red, feeling embarrassed for being the reason of your pain.

Two hours had passed, Kyōjurō has been offering all the support he could give, on top of asking thousands of questions. Finally, Shinobu saw the baby’s head crowning, and told you to push a few more times. You wince, then started holding your breath. Shinobu panics when she notices you not breathing and squeezing Kyōjurō, who’s hand was turning blue. “You have to breathe (y/n)! You could pass out if you don’t!” You take a deep breath in and get angry, “Dammit Kocho, I’m trying!” You cried. Kyōjurō grabs your face and looks at you, then starts a rhythmic breathing pattern, trying to help. You take four deep breaths, wincing with each one until you let out a whine that turned into a gut-wrenching scream as you pushed. “One more!” Shinobu says crying tears of joy, “She’s almost here!” With one big push, you exhale and hear the sound of a baby crying. Shinobu cried as she cleans up the baby, and calms them down. Kyōjurō’s eyes light up and fill with tears as he sees a pair of small gold and red eyes stare back at him, he quickly washes his hands, then takes his shirt off and walks over slowly. He cautiously holds the tiny baby in his large hands. The baby focuses on him and smiles for a fraction of a second before their eyes close. His heart was set ablaze as he pushes his forehead to the baby's and exhales happily.

Shinobu panics again, telling you that it isn’t over, and that you have to push again. “W-What do you mean!? I-I thought there was only one!” You scream. Kyōjurō hands the baby to his father, who’s heart melts, and he falls in love instantly with them. You scream again, and start to push. After about two minutes, the second child arrives and just like the first, a pair of gold and red eyes look at you. Consumed with joy, Kyōjurō grabs the first child from his father, then the other from Shinobu, and kisses them softly. He walks over to you, and lays them on your chest. After cleaning up her hands, Shinobu smiles at them both, “Congratulations you two, they’re very lovely, healthy children! I will leave you with them so that you may bond.” She takes her leave, and slides the doors closed behind her. You send a Kasugai crow to your parents and all the other Hashira to let them know about the new additions to the Rengoku family. Kyōjurō does his biggest close-eyed smile, “My boys!” he says as he kissed them again, “They’re perfect!” Shinjurō comes back in and smiles at his son, asking if you two had come up with another name. He looks at you and smiles the biggest he’d ever had, “Sōjurō and Tōujurō.” You were holding the children and kissing them, “I guess you were right about them not being girls, Shinjuro… I love them so much either way.” You look up at Kyōjurō, who was smiling, but his eyes were so soft, and he still had tears in them. The image was burned into your brain, and made you cry, you never wanted anything to happen to them.

Kyōjurō spent about a month at home off duty, cuddling his children and catering to your every whim. You were so tired and worn down, and the hair you'd always kept so neat, was loose and messy. Your eyes harbored dark circles and you could fall asleep at a moment’s notice. “Kyōjurō, it’s time for the boys to eat.” You said weakly, as you held your arms out, Kyōjurō comes in the back room, with his shirt off. He was doing skin to skin, and holding them like sweet potatoes while munching on their tummies to wake them. “It’s time to wake up little flames.” You watch, and giggle, the sight was truly adorable. He handed them to you, and you cradled them. He sat behind you, and watched you breastfeed the boys with wide eyes. “You should sleep while they eat, my love.” He says as he rubs your shoulders, “I can’t do that... I must keep an eye on them, or they could choke.” You said as your head started nodding. The feeling of his warm hands rubbing on your shoulders or any part of your skin was so relaxing. “Sleep. I’ll watch them,” he pleaded as he continued rubbing, then grabbed your face and kissed you multiple times. You nod off, as Kyōjurō looked down at your engorged breast, watching the twins for you. They look up at you to bond, then notice his eyes instead and stare at him before falling asleep. When you woke up, the boys were gone and Kyōjurō was in the front with them on his chest. “Kyōjurō? You need me to take the boys?” He shakes his head and stands up. You went back to bed and waited for him. “The boys ate as much as they could and went to sleep on you! I've laid them down,” he said as he crawled in bed and kissed you. you smile at him, “Thank you… for everything.” He grabs your arm, inviting you to lay with him, then kissing on you numerous times. “Kyōjurō~ stop,” you whine, but your face all smiles. “I’m sorry. Watching you mother my children so well, made me want to give you more,” he says boldly. You turned red, as you held your tingling stomach. “Not yet silly, let them get older first!” You say nervously as he takes you by surprise, playfully growling as he gets on top of you.

After a steamy kissing session, Kocho visits to check on them, “Sumimasen!  Are you here my sweet?” she bellows. You get up and walk to the front room fastening your Kimono as Kyōjurō follows, and stands in the hallway leading to the bedroom. “Trying for more?” She chuckled as she glared at him. “It’s not really my choice right now!” You say as your eyes dart in his direction. You signaled Shinobu for help as she examined the babies. She nods her head slightly, “Well, I just wanted to come see how they were doing! I’ll see you all in another few weeks! And Kyōjurō, keep your hands to yourself,” she says as she starts to leave. Like clockwork, he walks up behind you and starts kissing on you again, “Please say that you’ll have more of my children.” He said sincerely. “I will, but just not right now! What if they’re twins again?!” You ask concerned. Kyōjurō hums to himself, “That would be beautiful. Please? I want you so badly,” He said as he locked eyes with you and you immediately looked away. You knew you couldn’t say no, you just had to hold out until help arrived. “(Y/n) , look at me. Tell me your body doesn’t crave me as I crave you, and I’ll stop.” He says, kissing you softly on the forehead. You look into his eyes, and your heart thumps. Desire burned your body as he started kissing your neck and chest, staring you down lustfully. “Uh… well I guess that I… ahh~… mmm~~” Just as you were about to give in, Shinjurō walks in, “Keep your hands off her boy! I think you need to switch places for a while. I’ll stay here with (y/n); you go to the Main Estate if you can’t practice self control!” He says as he grabs his ponytail and throws him outside the threshold of your home. Kyōjurō lays in the snow as it rapidly melts against his body. “Shinobu sent me. She said you needed some help with a mongrel that was in heat, and I already assumed she meant your husband over there. You must forgive him, it’s something I passed down to him. The need to breed is a must as a swordsman.” You exhale, “Thank you. I don’t know how long I was going to be able to hold him off. I think I’ll be okay here with the boys alone for a while after he calms down. I’m going to try to get some rest,” you say as you head back to the room. Shinjuro makes Kyojuro stay outside few hours in the snow to literally "cool off." He comes back inside and apologizes to you, then resumes his fatherly duties.