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Tengen Uzui x fem!Hashira Reader x Kyojuro Rengoku

Angst, Fluff, Reader is monogamous. Tengen decided that he wanted other wives despite your protests. So you decide to leave.

Your Pov

I have no desire to leave. I’m fact just thinking about leaving makes my heart burn with a sadness I’ve never experienced. The love I had for him was stronger than any feeling I had. I knew leaving him was not going to be easy. I know he loves me, but not enough. He desired a large family which meant more women in that family. The day I met the three women was the day I knew our love died. I wore a fake smile that sad uncomfortably on my features. Not even Tengen noticed how uncomfortable I was and he was good at seeing that. I had no idea that he felt this way because he had never discussed his desires about a large family before. All he told me was that he wanted a family. He would talk about the kids that we would have together and how we would grow old too. I guess he forgot to mention that he wanted to grow old with other women too. He proposed to marry all of us because he claimed to love us all. After that I knew I had to leave him. I guess all those extra days he would be gone were to see them. Or when he told you he had a mission to go on the same time you did, but when you asked him about it he would immediately change the subject. He would talk about how he wanted to be more flamboyant in his life and how he wished he could do more. So I guess this was his solution. When I talked to him afterwards about it and how it made me feel uneasy, he just told me that this would make him happy and that I should just go along with it. Because if I loved him then I would let him marry them. Out of guilt and sadness I said he could because I knew that he would do it without my permission or not. What I didn’t tell him was that I was leaving. For I could not love a man that loves another more than he loves me.

Now here I am packing the last of my things, not like I own a lot. If he wants this big family he can have it. I just am not comfortable with it. And I never will be. He gets what he wants and hopefully one day I’ll be able to be loved by someone who will only love me. I hope Tengen is finally happy and that he gets the family he’s always wanted with the women he’s always wanted. I just wish I had been enough I really do , but now I have to move on with my life. Im one rank away from being a hashira so that’s what I will be focusing on that as I heal from the would Tengen left. I wrote him a letter explaining why I’m leaving and to not look for me because this is what I need to do for myself. He did what he needed for him so now I’ll take care of me. And with that I left our shared home and all of the memories with it. Now I will become stronger so that I can earn the title of Hashira and maybe find someone who can love only me.

Tengen's Pov

Shit I was too harsh in y/n. I wish she understood how I’m feeling about all of this. She should know that this doesn’t change how I feel about her. In fact I love that girl more than I could ever love the other three. Those girls are nice sure and I’m happy to be marrying them, but they could never compare to her. Maybe marring them is not the right call. I probably should have talked to y/n before I brought them to meet her. She did say that she was cool with it so maybe after some time all five of us can be a happy family. Just the thought of that warms my heart. As I walked up to me and y/n and soon to be Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru’s shared home I was welcomed with an uneasy silence. Normally when she’s inside the house it sounds peaceful. But now I’m hearing something that makes me feel worried. I called out for my lover to hear nothing but silence back. I then began looking all over the house and our surrounding property looking for her, but she was no where to be found. Fear filled me and just I was about to leave our home to look further when I caught a glimpse of a beautifully folded piece of paper that had my name written on it. I quickly picked it up and open the paper. As I read I knew the writing was hers. She has always had the most beautiful penmanship. However, her handwriting brought forth something that made my whole body shake with pure anguish. She’s gone and she won’t be coming back. All because I wanted to marry other women. She stated that she desired to be loved by someone who only wanted to love her. That she was leaving so that I could be happy and get the family I wanted. And that she would become a Hashira like me and find herself. The last thing she wrote was that she loved me and she hopes I have a good life. I put the paper down as my vision became blurry and my hand were shaking. She was gone and it was all my fault. She thought that her not being here would make me a happy man. That’s not the case she’s the reason I was happy I was just selfish for wanting more. Now she’s gone. She’ll become stronger while I marry three women I’ll never love the same as I loved her. Despite my sadness I’m proud of her and I pray that she gets stronger so she can accomplish her dreams. And that she stays alive. I will see her again when she becomes a Hashira. I just know that she’ll be the most flashy Hashira of them all.

Two years later…

Your pov

It’s officially been two years since I’ve seen him. In that time I became the mountain hashira.I mastered mountain breathing which has allowed me to become a very strong hashria. And in those two years I found someone who only wants me. His name is Kenjurio Rengoku the flame hashira. He makes me feel whole again like I’m something to be treasured and not discarded. I feel stronger with him and it helps that we are both hashiras. I can safely say that I love him.

Kyojuro and I were walking down the path to the masters house. He has called the hashiras for a meeting. This is my first time officially meeting the other hashiras so I’m kinda of excited to meet them. And I’m excited to see the master again he is someone I trust so when he calls I answer even if that means I have to see Tengen again. I started to remember everything that happened and some of the old feelings came back which made me feel slightly nervous.

“Y/n, y/n, y/n!” Kyojuro screamed

“Oh shit, yeah sorry love what is it” I questioned

“What are you thinking about? Are you nervous to see Uzui again? Or perhaps something else is bothering you?” He said loudly

“I’m not nervous about it don’t worry. He got what he wanted and I’m happy that I’m with you. That’s what I’m thinking about” I spoke to him

He stopped and faced me which caused me to come to a halt. His right hand ever so gently touched my face which caused me to shiver. He then leaned down and pressed his lips against mine for a moment. He then pressed his forehead against mine and looked into my eyes which made me blush by how intense his flaming eyes were. A large goofy smile graced his features and he spoke.

“Whatever happens it will be okay. I know it will. You’re a hashira now and a strong one at that. You captured my heart and my soul. I love you and if seeing him again make you weary I will vouch for you to the master and tell him you were sick or something.” He said with sincerity.

“I love you too Kyojuro. And no the master called for us so I will be there. Thank you for looking out for me, but I promise I will be okay. Like you said I’m strong and you’ll be there so I will be okay. Kyojuro you’re part of the reason I’ve been able to move on from everything. So let’s go the master is expecting us.” I said with a smile.

A little while later we made it to the masters mansion. The other hashira were already lined up outside on the stone walkway of the masters house. Kyojuro and I made our way and I stood next to Giyu who was on my left while my lover was on my right. All of the other hashira are strong people who have killed many demons and saved many lives. I was proud to be standing there with them. However, Tengen Uzui was not present. I began to worry slightly but my worry was cut short by a booming voice of confidence.

“Sorry I’m a little late I was busy dealing with a pesky demon that talked too much. Don’t I killed it in a flashy way to make up for it.” Uzui boasted as he made his way next to Kyojuro.

I straightened my back and kept my eyes forward awaiting the master. Kyojuro managed to sense my nervousness and held my hand which brought me comfort. I felt a pair of piercing eyes on me so I looked to my right only to see Tengen looking at me. His gaze seemed to soften and he sent me a small smile that gave me chills. We looked at eachother for a few more seconds then the master came out and began talking. Immediately I bowed and so did the other hashira to show our respect to him. Soon after we all stood up to see this boy with an interesting scar on his forehead begging us to let his sister who unfortunately became a demon live.

Soon the master decided to let them both live which at first I wasn’t fond of. However, if the master says it’s alright then I will trust him. I just hope she never hurts anyone in the future. Having a demon on our side might actually prove useful. Kyojuro and Tengen both opposed the idea and still do, but I’m hopeful for the future. Kyojuro and I were planning on visiting his father and little brother. As we were saying our goodbyes I felt a tap on my shoulder and immediately I knew who it was so I turned around to greet him.

“Y/n it’s been awhile. How have you been?” Tengen asked with sincerity.

“It has and I’ve been doing quite well. As you see I’ve become a hashira. I mastered mountain breathing. I heard that you married Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru. How are they doing?” I asked with a smile.

“You’ve gotten much stronger and flashier than the last time I saw you. And my wives are doing quite well, thank you” He replied

We stood there just looking at eachother. It was uncomfortable but after two years of not seeing eachother after what we were it wasn’t expected.

“I’m gonna be real honest. I miss you the day you left me broke me to my very core. I wanna say that I’m sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve a shitty lover. I wasn’t being very flashy by forcing other people into our relationship.” He said honesty

“Tengen I forgive you. It’s been a while and I’ve been able to heal from that. I mean I became a hashira and I’ve been able to save so many people because of it. That’s made my life worth living.” I said while putting my right hand on his shoulder.

“That’s great y/n I have been worrying about you but you’re strong. And I know it’s not my place to ask this but I still love you and I’ve loved you ever since I met you. You made me into the man I am today. I took your love for granted, but I want to try again with you. Yes, I’m married but I still crave you y/n and I want to know if you still love me too” Tengen spoke in a hopeful voice.

“Part of me does still care for you and love you, but I moved on Tengen. I found someone who loves me and only me. I found Kyojuro Rengoku and he’s made me incredibly happy. Thank you for the offer but I have to decline. I believe I have a happy future with him and I love him. Just promise me that you will take care of your wives” I said with tears forming in my eyes. Tengen then wiped them away and pulled me into a comforting hug and spoke.

“Then I’m happy for you. He’s a flashy man and a strong hashira. I hope he can love you the way that I couldn’t. I love you y/n and always will okay. I promise I’ll take care of them. If we ever have a mission together with just the two of us I’ll protect you too” he said in a whisper

“I know you will. Thank you.” I said as a single tear fell down my face.

We pulled apart and I heard Kyojuros voice telling me we had to go. I looked up at Tengen one last time and gave him the biggest smile I could as we said our goodbyes. As I left I turned my head to see him still looking at me and I swear I thought I saw a tear fall.

“Everything okay love?” Kyojuro questioned

“Yeah, I just needed to speak with Tengen about something.” I responded

“I’m guessing it went well then” he said in his booming voice

“It did” I said to him as I held onto his arm on the path to his family home.

I was so happy and content with how my life was going. I knew my life would be hard considering I was a hashira. Yet what I didn’t know was that my happiness would soon be destroyed…

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Content: Kyojuro Rengoku x gn!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, self doubt

Notes: Reader is shorter than Rengoku, also this is me projecting a fuck ton lol

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Sighing to yourself, you gently lowered your arms, your training sword in hand. On your last mission, the demon nearly killed you. You had been careless and cocky, and vowed to train more as a result. Earlier this morning, Shinobu had allowed you to return to Rengoku's home, deeming your injuries to be healed.

Kyojuro was currently out, he had been all day. You were glad he couldn't see you in this state. The last mission drained you of your, admittedly false, confidence. You seemed deflated, and you definitely felt that way too.

When you were recovering in the butterfly mansion, Kyojuro obviously visited you every day, but Shinobu had strict visiting hours set so you could rest quicker. It was easy to mask your emotional turmoil for the hours Kyo visited, you just hoped you could keep it masked until your emotional wounds healed too.

However, it might prove to be impossible. No matter how hard you trained today to get your mind off of the mission, your near death experience replayed over and over in your head. It was exhausting, and you just wanted to curl up and sink into the floor. Sghing again, you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to find some motivation deep within you to train again.

Finding none, you sigh for the third time before deciding to put your wooden sword up for the day.

"Sunflower! You're back!" Rengoku yelled from behind you.

Goig stiff, you turned to look at him. He seemed so happy...you couldn't possbly dim his light. Forcing a smile on, you gave a tired wave. Kyojuro was carrying bags full of food, careful not to drop them as he quickly trotted towards you.

"I would hug you, but I am currently carrying our meals for the next month! I thought Shinobu would have told me you were coming home today." Kyo then leans closer. "Did you break out of the butterfly mansion, sweetheart?"

That did genuinely make you chuckle. "No, Kyo. I told Shinobu to keep it a surprise is all."

Kyo smiled wider, if that was possible. He then kissed you on the forehead. "Well, this is the best surprise I have ever gotten. Now, come! I'm sure you're hungry, I will start on dinner right away!"

Kyojuro trotted inside, and you let your face drop before following him. Placing your sword on the wall to rest, you let out the fourth sigh within the hour.

"What's with that sad sigh, my darling?"

Turning, you see Kyo once again in the doorway. Instead of happiness, his face was laced with sorrow and concern. It hurt your heart.

"Nothing, Kyo. I'm fine." You put on another smile.

Kyojuro let out a sigh of his own before approaching you. He wrapped his strong, warm arms around you, pressing his equally strong and warm body against you. Sitting in surprise for a moment, you glanced at him, only being able to see his hair in your face.

"Why are you so sad, sunflower? Did something happen today?" Kyojuro asked.

"No...no, I'm fine." You slowly slid your hands up his sides, over his back, and encased him in your own warmth. "I promise, Kyo."

"That is an empty promise, my love. If you do not wish to tell me about it, that's fine. Just please know I am here for you, and you can tell me when you're feeling down. I will not think any less than you."

Kyojuro gave you a little squeeze for a prologned period of time before pulling away slightly. He still held you in his arms as he gazed down at you.

"Would you like to make dinner with me? Would that help you feel better?" Kyo gave you a beaming smile.

A few moments pass before his contagious smile spread to your face. You give a nod to him. "Sure, Kyo. I'd like that."

Kyojuro's smile grew brighter, if possible, before he planted a big smooch on your lips. "Alright, then let's start right away, sunshine!"

Kyojuro dragged you behind him. "Didn't you already start it?"

"I lied!"

He pulled you into the kitchen where he pressed a kiss to your temple. "I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, Kyo." You smiled.

Training after a failed mission was hard, dealing with your own self doubt was hard, but suddenly everything seemed...not so hard when Kyo was around. As Kyojuro started to boil water in a pot, you moved to hug him from behind.

"Oh! Sunflower?"

"Thank you, Kyo. I love you." You squeezed him a little bit.

"I love you too, little flame." He smiled, moving to hug you once more.

Yeah...with Kyo trapping you in his arms, everything seems to be so much better and brighter.

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By popular demand, I bring you a continuation of this.

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment, Female Reader, Incredibly Mild Violence

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Work is a welcome weight on your shoulders.

Brewing tea, stirring soup, wiping tables. Anything to keep the dissonance of your mind at bay. To disrupt the ever-present thoughts of one infuriatingly handsome demon slayer plaguing your mind.

Kyojuro’s features flit in and out of your memory. You wring the towel in your hands a little too harshly. Grit your teeth, snatching yourself away to tidy up another booth. The idea of him makes you feel positively nauseous.

You were once inseparable friends, the flame pillar having rescued your family from a band of errant demons some years ago. You’d stuck to him like glue since. Kept him company between missions and fed him until his belly was full to bursting.

Now, you’ve gone and mucked it all up, having sacrificed your dignity and companionship for a silly kiss.

Since that fateful night a month ago, you’ve avoided each other like a sickness. That starry evening you could still recall as if it happened mere moments ago when Kyojuro stole your breath and heart with his lips fastened to yours. Your mouth still tingles with the sensation. You battle the urge to touch it with your trembling fingers. 

You had waited lifetimes for the blond to return your feelings, your affections for him having bloomed like flower buds amid the spring. It was impossible not to like him. He was always so kind and endearing. Bore a smile that rivaled the sunset, heart shimmering like diamonds. And you were sure he housed similar feelings for you, finally surrendering to the spell the evening had cast.

When he’d jerked away, the alarm in his eyes sent your heart careening to your feet. He looked at you like you were something sinful, making you feel misplaced in your skin. Kyojuro had pardoned himself from your presence without sparing you a second glance. Amid your flaring nerves, you had no idea that such an exchange would be your last as friends.

You’ve spoken to him sparingly since; your friendly encounters dwindled to dust. You’re still quite cordial, of course. Make way for good mornings and rigid smalltalk. Though, it’s all just a farce to keep your family from questioning the state of your relationship.

It’s impossible not to bump shoulders with said blond from time to time. Kyojuro is a regular amongst this side of town, frequenting your parents’ restaurant between missions and what-have-you’s. Things that you don’t care too much for now. He’s a passing phase, a distant memory—cursory entertainment to fill the void of your social life.

As a familiar, sparkling peal of laughter filters through the noren curtains at the entrance, you don’t bat an eye.

Kyojuro slinks in with a towering, silver-haired man in tow. Regards you with a curt nod and a ghostly smile, maneuvering past to take a seat closest to the kitchen. You never-mind how your heart hiccups in his presence. How your breath hitches and your muscles stiffen, Kyojuro’s alluring scent of scorched cedar and homely warmth overwhelming your senses.

You rap against the side of your skull with harsh knuckles, hoping to knock some sense into your muddled brain. Kyojuro is just another patron, and you will treat him as such. You square your shoulders, brows knit with determination. Toss your rag onto an empty table, hurriedly wiping your palms on your apron.

Kyojuro glances at you whilst you teeter towards the eccentric pair. For a moment, your gait stutters. You’d missed being the center of such an attentive gaze. Before you can complete your journey, another diner pilfers your attention.

You approach a table of four uproarious, burly men. You can only infer that they are drunk from the scent of sake singeing your nose. Between their leering grins and appraising whistles, you ignore the subtle tick of your brow, conjuring a welcoming smile.

“How can I help you?” you ask, your skin crawling in the presence of such a sleazy quartet.

It’s become second nature for you, enduring the lecherous stares and catcalls at your family’s restaurant. The four men take turns “complimenting” you with their slimy tongues, gradually delving through the layers of your yukata with their eyes.

You try to dodge their wandering hands as they attempt to grope you. One goes so far as to trap your wrist, hauling you down onto the table where dishes clatter noisily, scalding soup seeping through your clothing. Tears scorch the corners of your eyes, a wail lodging itself in your esophagus.

It isn’t until one particular weighted palm finds the cusp of your bottom that you hear a sharp crack of wood, a collective gasp befalling the room, and feel a wispy breeze caressing your flushed nape.

You are swiftly pulled onto your jelly legs, a glacial spike of fear coursing through your system at the possessive arm wrapped around your waist. You’ve barely any time to turn before the patron closest to the edge of the booth releases a pained squeal. You watch through squinted eyes, realizing that his hand is no longer on you. Instead, it is ensnared in a death grip by a more lithe one, veins jutting along its callused surface. You follow your rescuer’s appendage to its owner, one very peeved Rengoku Kyojuro standing beside you, glaring daggers into the quartet that had dared to harass you. His teeth gnash together behind tight lips, blood vessels spilling across his temple. Have you ever seen him this infuriated before?

Kyojuro seethes with muted violence. His aura is somehow dizzying, comforting. He grates out, “You would do best to keep your hands to yourself. Otherwise,” to highlight his threat, Kyojuro twists the lecherous patron’s hand at a more awkward angle, giving way to crackling bone and guttural grunts. “I will take them from you. Do you understand?”

The man in question hastily nods, scurrying out of the restaurant once Kyojuro grants him his freedom. The other diners refocus their attention, fearful of what the slayer could do to them for being nosy. You look to your savior after you’ve rediscovered your breath, spellbound by the wary look Kyojuro casts you.

“Are you alright?” Kyojuro queries, tenderly helping you stand upright. His eyes skim over you as if you’re made of glass. You nod half-heartedly. Awestruck, dumbfounded, numb. You fix your mouth to say something; anything. But before muttering a simple thanks, Kyojuro springs away from you. He rapidly blinks as if dislodging himself from a trance, a nervous chuckle at the cusp of his lips whilst he tears a sheepish hand through his fiery locks. “My apologies. I know not what came over me. Forgive me.”

He tears himself from your presence following a quick bow, disappearing behind the noren with his companion following after. Swept away as if they were never there in the first place.

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