[Kimetsu no Yaiba] Tranquility of the Heart

Title: Tranquility of the Heart
Fandom: Kimetsu no Yaiba / Demon Slayer
Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujuro / Kamado Tanjirou
Words: 300
Completed: 2023/04/05
Summary: If someone had told Kyoujurou all those years ago that he would end up living in a small, quaint village with the love of his life, tending his own garden and teaching little children not only about history but also some swordplay, he would have laughed, thanked the poor and innocent soul and moved on with his normal life of training and slaying demons.
Links: AO3 & FF.net


If someone had told Kyoujurou all those years ago that he would end up living in a small, quaint village with the love of his life, tending his own garden and teaching little children not only about history but also some swordplay, he would have laughed, thanked the poor and innocent soul and moved on with his normal life of training and slaying demons. Daydreams like this have always been dangerous; too sweet and tempting for a Hashira to even consider them.

Kyoujurou chuckles, feeling content in a way he never thought possible, and rests his eye on the horizon as he watches the sun disappear in its final hours.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” The voice of his beloved muses teasingly, and sits down next to the older man. He holds a bowl of freshly picked strawberries in his hands, rich in color and sweetness if the scent is anything to go by. Rengoku’s heart swells and he runs his hand through the burgundy hair while scattering feather-light kisses over the boy’s scarred forehead.

“I’m just remembering when a certain boy with his sister-turned-demon was brought before us Hashira, utterly clueless and demanding to know what – or who – we are.”

Tanjirou chokes on a fruit and casts a horrified glance at the man beside him. “Th-that was ages ago! How do you still remember that, Kyoujurou-san?!”

The former Flame Hashira laughs and puts his arm around his loved one, holding him close. “You left quite the impression, my boy .”

“Jeez.” Tanjirou hides his face in the nook of Kyoujurou’s neck, cheeks flushed and pouty. “Will you ever stop calling me that?” 

“Hm~” Rengoku nuzzles closer and breathes in the scent of his lover; earthy with a hint of something sweet, yet fresh and clear like the morning sun.

“Never.” 

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