Senjurou x everyone oneshots

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙... {🔥🔥}

{slight incest, rape.}

Kyojuro, the God of Flames, was known throughout the celestial realm for his strength, vitality, and the warmth of his heart. His power over fire and light made him revered, not only by mortals but also by the other gods who admired his prowess. He could ignite whole mountains, bring light to the darkest caverns, and protect those who called upon him.

Kyojuro was the embodiment of strength, honor, and resilience. His fiery eyes and golden hair resembled the sun itself, and his laugh—deep and boisterous—was as bright as his flames.

On the other hand, his younger brother, Senjurou, was different in nearly every way. Senjurou was the God of Blossoms, his realm was one of delicate beauty, softness, and calm. The most fragile of flowers bloomed at his touch, and gentle winds followed him wherever he went, carrying the scents of the sweetest petals.

While Kyojuro was bold, Senjurou was quiet. Where Kyojuro's flames could destroy or protect, Senjurou’s blossoms could heal and bring peace. He was kind, gentle, and much more like their mother than their father. Unlike Kyojuro, Senjurou wasn’t built for battle; his presence was a balm to the soul, rather than a weapon in the heat of war.

The two brothers were close despite their differences. Kyojuro loved playing games with Senjurou, often teasing him in the way older brothers do. Today was one such day. They were alone in the vast expanse of their father's garden, the sky above an endless sea of gold and orange, echoing Kyojuro’s fiery domain.

Kyojuro, ever the playful one, was showing off his powers, creating small bursts of flame in his hands, laughing as he manipulated them to dance in the air. Senjurou watched with a soft smile, his eyes bright but peaceful, admiring his brother’s skill.

"Brother, be careful," Senjurou warned softly as Kyojuro sent a particularly large flame spinning in the air. The flames brushed against Senjurou’s side, not enough to harm him, but enough to startle him.

Before Senjurou could react, the heat caught him off guard, and he stumbled backward, losing his balance on the grassy ground below. His delicate form tumbled, and for a brief moment, Kyojuro watched in surprise, time slowing as he saw Senjurou fall. Instinctively, he rushed forward to help, concern flashing across his usually carefree face.

"Senjurou!" Kyojuro called out, his voice urgent. He knelt by his brother, his large hands carefully helping Senjurou up, ensuring he wasn't hurt.

But as he reached down, his eyes caught on something he hadn't expected—Senjurou’s soft robes had shifted slightly in his fall, revealing the curve of his thigh. It was just a glimpse, but Kyojuro's breath hitched in his throat. Senjurou’s pale skin seemed to glow in the fading sunlight, delicate and smooth.

His brother’s soft, vulnerable form was unlike anything Kyojuro had ever paid attention to before. The sight of Senjurou lying there, his gentle gaze looking up at him with trust, made something inside Kyojuro stir—a warmth that was unfamiliar, uncomfortable even.

Kyojuro’s face flushed deeply, and he quickly averted his eyes, forcing a smile to cover his sudden embarrassment. "Ah, forgive me, Senjurou. I didn’t mean to let my flames get so close!" He laughed, hoping to dispel the strange feeling growing in his chest.

Senjurou blinked, his cheeks slightly pink from the fall, but he gave Kyojuro a soft smile in return. "It’s alright, brother. I should have been more careful."

Kyojuro helped Senjurou to his feet, his hand lingering on his brother’s arm a moment longer than necessary. His mind raced—why had he felt that? Why had his eyes lingered on Senjurou’s exposed skin in such a way? He had never looked at his brother like that before. Kyojuro shook his head, brushing off the strange feelings as simple concern. Yes, that had to be it—he was just worried about Senjurou.