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Aaa thank you so much!! 💕❤️🫶🏻😭✨This is adorable so I had to draw a lil something so im sorry for being late!😭

Hi :3 im so happy to see this event because this is such a genius idea! I love taylor and all her lyrics are just Ugh😩❤️

Would you mind writing for Rengoku with the prompt “all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” ? Just a fluff fic where he doesn’t die, instead got married and retired with reader, looking softly at his spouse to realise that the reader only wanted sweet nothings from him❤️

kyojuro rengoku x all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

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Kyojuro doesn't mind.

Even if you don't believe him, even if you protest each time he offers to carry the laundry basket, even if you roll your eyes as he lowers himself until he's basically sitting on his heels to offer his back whenever you're walking home and he thinks you might feel tired. He doesn't mind.

That's exactly the first thought that crosses his mind as soon as he wakes up at dawn, the back of his hand gently but barely grazing your forehead, worried crests between his furrowed brows soothing as he finds your skin cool. He's careful as he gets out of the futon you share and pays extra attention to the pressure used to close the shoji doors of your bedroom as he exists the room.

It's a quiet morning and he can hear the birds chirping outside. He decides he likes the way the kitchen changes color as hues of soft orange and pink bleed through the windows, reflecting on the ceramic bowls you had piled up the evening before. It's kinda hard, resisting the urge to hum while the rice leftovers are heating up and eggs, salt and sugar are being mixed in a larger bowl. He's not gonna go with elaborate dishes, can't risk making you sick again. The miso soup will keep you hydrated and hopefully soothe your nausea, soft rolled omelettes are your favorites and, well, rice is there just in case you're hungry enough to eat it.

You try your best to tiptoe to the kitchen, woken up and drawn to the heavenly scent of whatever is being cooked in there. You try, but of course he hears you anyway, taking a former hashira by surprise being literally (and practically) impossible.

“Hey”, your voice barely crawls out of your throat as sleep still refuses to peel off from it.

Kyojuro wishes he could turn around fully in your arms, which are around his waist as your forehead rests against his back, but he's too afraid of burning those eggs.

“How are you feeling, my love?”, he resorts to a less affectionate although momentary greeting.

“I'm fine”, you mumble, “what're you doing?”

Slender fingers holding purple chopsticks make the job of rolling and folding an omelette look embarrassingly graceful.

“Making breakfast, of course. Do you feel like eating? There's soup. I have also brewed green tea and cut a lemon, please add a slice to your cup. It will relieve your stomach”, his voice vibrates against your forehead and you have to close your eyes for a second, take his cedarwood scent in. It mixes well with the geraniums sitting next to the window, you find.

“Kyo, it's your rest day. You spend the entire week training young slayers and you haven't slept at all within the last two days. I should be making breakfast”, you complain, right before a loud and not at all elegant sneeze cuts you off. You're forced to take a step back and sniffle slightly, puffy eyes and runny nose not really helping your case.

Kyojuro turns the stove off and piles the neatly folded omelettes on a plate.

“You should be resting”, he smiles softly as he brings bowls and plates and cups and teapot to the table. You sigh, surrendering to sit and wait for him to be ready to do the same.

“I'm sorry you're forced to take care of me”, you grumble, cursing the afternoon you had decided to run outside and attempt to save your freshly hanged laundry from the sudden downpour.

Kyojuro sits at his usual place, next to you and never across from you. He jokingly claims that it's to see you better with the only eye he's left with but, really, he doesn't see any reason to be farther from you when the opposite is possible. He wouldn't call himself clingy, just... tenacious in his love for you. Ever since miraculously making it back home from a train mission, he's been more indulgent with himself and his feelings. He talks more, touches you more, is working hard to piece together a civil relationship with his father. Kyojuro is now able to cry, mostly at night, after a nightmare, but even as no sad thoughts are crossing his mind and all he's looking at is his brother laughing with the Kamado boy or you bickering with Tengen. Tears just start rolling down his cheeks abruptly and it's impossible to stop them, not by kissing them away, not by holding him, now by stroking his hair. Perhaps they have been waiting too many years and should now get to decide when and how and where to stop.

“Come here”, he demands, arms invitingly outstretched, lips stretched in a gentle smile. You comply, because how could you not? Of course you'll sit on his lap and let him press your back against his chest, of course you'll sigh as his lips softly press to a spot right behind your ear.

“I love you. Getting to take care of you makes me lucky”, he murmurs, rocking your body ever so slightly.

“But I can't always ask for that. You should get to rest as well”, you observe, only for his grip around you to grow tighter.

“You never ask for anything. All you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing”, his voice is quiet but you notice the slight crack in it. Kyojuro talks more now but that doesn't mean that he always knows the right way to say what he wants to say. It's pretty fortunate for him that you always understand.

All I give you, I give you because I'm so loved.

All I give you, I give you because you're my home.

All I give you, makes me feel privileged. Because I still get to give you.