pistoldust
Recent works
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sight by pistoldust
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
18 Jan 2026
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He could recall simple colors, basic things. A building, a tree; grass and stone—he recalled these.
That was enough for him. There was no need to complicate it.
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the shape of his back by pistoldust
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime)
25 Nov 2025
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He did not know that she would remember his back for ten years—not merely its image, but its safety; its solidity; that it was the first thing that had stood between her and hopelessness and won.
Recent bookmarks
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Heavy Lifting by Anonymous
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime & Manga)
17 Feb 2026
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Kyojuro's first meeting with the water pillar happens during his mother's wake.
His first impression of Giyuu Tomioka is that he is awkward.
His second impression is that he is kind.
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- Part 1 of Rengiyuu Fics
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“It’s— sorry, you're very cute, that’s all!”
She looks straight at him, at the way his eyes widen, the way his cheeks turn a slight rosy-red.
“...I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that before,” he replies.Series
- Part 7 of twilight roses
Bookmarked by pistoldust
15 Oct 2025
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Two Blokes Walk Into A Pub... by bluebell_9, irishredhead667
Fandoms: Kingdom (TV 2007), Broadchurch
13 Sep 2023
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Peter Kingdom and Alec Hardy come to The Eagle, Cambridge's venerable pub, each wanting nothing more than a solitary evening with a quiet tipple. But there's only one vacant table.
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- Part 15 of Bluebell's Broadchurch: Chronological Order
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21 Aug 2025
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Homesick by W4TER_LILY
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
25 Apr 2025
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Shinobu and Giyuu stay the night after a mission and things get out of hand.
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it was meant to be a fight, a lesson in the valuable package of defeat. the movement of muscle beneath flesh, a clash of wills and sides — a scramble of limbs as each side wrestled for dominance and victory. both hands against his wrists, pressed down above his head. she’s sat down on his middle, straddled, using her weight to keep him firmly in place. chest heaving, hovering over, lips twitch in the sensation of victory, valiantly won. Yet as eyes meet, even with the lack of shine his oceanic hues seem to possess , there’s a spark of something that denotes that despite being the loser, he doesn’t feel that he’s lost.