Incalescent
Pairing: rengoku x f.reader
Words: 19.8k
Genres: friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, isekai
Warnings: kidnapping, psychological torture
Summary: You had recently become the personal chef for the highest-ranking members of the Demon Slayer Corps. You were getting used to the heat of the kitchen and the chaos of the Hashira… but you did not expect to feel so warm around one of them in particular.
Playlist: Apple Music / Spotify - I recommend listening in order
A/N: The promised Rengoku fic for my dear bb @thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch ! Alsooo thank you to my honie @miss-insomniac for making the spotify playlist (check out her playlists yall, they slap) As for the fic, the isekai plot line is influenced by the Iekmen Songoku otome game and all the Hashira have residence at corps headquarters for the sake of plot. Enjoy the fiery himbo yall 💙🍑💙
The wind gently swayed the noren hanging above shop entryways, the lanterns casted a warm glow against the darkening sky, and your sandals softly crunched as they slid over the dirt and gravel. Your hand gripped the strap of your bag while you weaved through the crowd filling the town’s main street.
“Stupid Shinazugawa and his stupid ginger,” you muttered as you slipped between countless bodies. “And my stupid ass for forgetting to restock it.” The jar containing the Hashira’s precious pickled condiment thumped against your thigh every couple of steps, and it was a constant reminder as to why you needed to hurry back to the dining hall.