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sjhanny2000 · 2 years

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Baby Maybe?

A/N: Well folks, we've made it to the end of what was originally my 300+ Followers Event. Now I'm nearing 830 followers, a number I'd never thought I'd reach! Thank you for all of your love and support this past year or so with TDoFL and the other works that have followed. Now, please enjoy!

Warning(s): angst, hurt w/ comfort, marital problems, arguing, self-esteem issues, pregnancy, reconciliation, KNY Season 2 spoilers, non-canon universe

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To say that the space between you and your husband was impossibly taut with heart wrenching tension was an overwhelming understatement.

Any gumption you had mustered throughout your journey home had evaporated within moments of visual contact, tears threatening to fall whilst your heart and mind continued to scream at one another. The fault rested on both your shoulders (did it?), and you were being forced to face it because what other choice did you have in the matter? You missed being with your spouses, of laying in bed within their arms through the rare early mornings all of you were present, of being cradled within Tengen’s lap as the girls eagerly had you taste test their latest culinary creations. While it hurt, you were also forced to swallow down the painful truth of your marriage; if you left, your wives would remain with Tengen, even if it was against their wishes. The three kunoichi had their obligations to the Sound Hashira and the Demon Slayer Corps., ones they could never break due to years upon years of countless conditioning they faced whilst still being of the shinobi faction of the Japanese population. You would be alone again but with a child you had no means of supporting, the little of your savings from your jobs within Oshika having been meager to begin with, and both of you would most likely live in poverty for the rest of your life and theirs. It wasn’t a life you wanted for your child, one which had been created out of a hurried moment of passion where neither you nor Tengen had been pondering over the possible consequences of your lustful actions. The herbal remedy for contraception that the girls’ had given you upon your arrival to the estate had somehow failed that day and here you were, seven and a half months pregnant and estranged from your husband, the one man in your life that you loved with every fiber of your being.

Life simply wasn’t fair.

“Y/N-chan,” Suma clutched onto your forearm with a worried whine, fear evident on her gorgeous pools of azure.

No one spoke.

No one moved.

No one dared to break the precarious situation set before them.

Fear was evident on every one of your faces.

“Y/N-sama!”

Then, just as the silence set in, it was shattered into a million tiny pieces.

Your attention shifted from Tengen’s quivering form to the ball of energy racing into view, pigtails flying beyond her at what seemed to be the speed of light itself.

Childishly ignorant, Hikari moved to bound over to your guarded position with star-filled eyes, a shout of joy escaping her suddenly toothless mouth. “You’re back!”

The poor child set herself to make her way to you, only for a hand worn from years of work to snatch Hikari’s right arm and yank it back, Nana-san gazing at you with wide, knowing eyes as she pulled her daughter towards her without remorse. “Hikari-!”

“Mama, let go! I wanna say hi to Y/N-sama!” Hikari struggled against her mother, using her free arm to pry at her mother’s iron-tight grasp.

Somehow, whether it be pure strength or her demanding will, Hikari broke free of Nana-san’s hold, the woman shouting after her daughter with horror. “Hikari!”

The little girl practically teleported over to you, wasting no time in approaching you with a beaming smile. “Y/N-sama!”

However, before she could reach you, Makio plucked the girl into the air without a hint of effort, the kunoichi ceremoniously plopping Hikari on her hip.

“Makio-sama! I wanna hug Y/N-sama, not you!” Hikari attempted to wriggle away from your doe-eyed wife, innocent frustration evident on her usually grinning features. Makio only met her with a stern glare and even stricter voice, bearing her own frustrations on her face. “Well that’s too bad! Y/N-chan can’t give you hugs right now-!”

“Why not?! Y/N-sama always gives me hugs! Y/N-sama!” The child thrashed against Makio like a wild animal, shoving her hand into the kunoichi’s reddening cheek with force you didn’t know she was capable of producing.

Suma stepped forward, angry tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. “You’re making this reunion so much harder than it needs to be, Hikari-chan! Y/N-chan can hold you later!”

“NOOOOOOOOOO! IF I DON’T HUG THEM NOW, THEY’LL LEAVE AGAIN!”

Those words felt like a swift knife to the heart, tears of your own pooling into your eyes. You wanted to curl into yourself, to be swallowed by the earth below your feet, to just disappear. Your emotions spilled out mercilessly from your wounded heart, gushing at an accelerated rate due to your raging hormones, and-.

Suddenly, your vision blurred and your knees gave way, heavy body sent flying to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

“Y/N-CHAN!!!” “Y/N-SAMA!”

In the far distance (when did they get so far away?) Makio and Suma screamed your name, and you faintly heard Hinatsuru’s join theirs, though she hadn’t called for you. She had called-.

Shouldn’t you have hit the ground already?

Emotions and thoughts awry, your vision slowly came into being, a blur of color leaning over your body as you laid limply in a cradle of pure muscle, just like-.

The scent of incense, sake, and wisteria gently waltz into your nostrils, the very smell you had longed to take in just one more time, even if it meant that your heart would break further. A calloused hand brushed tenderly against your right cheek, rough but mellow in touch, and a swift kick from the child within you finally brought your vision into full focus.

Pure, unadulterated worry smothered the lone remaining fuchsia iris belonging to your husband, Tengen gazing down at you with a hint of apprehension coloring his body language. He had never shown you such emotions before, always so calm or bursting with color speeches, ones that often reeked of narcissism yet the well-crafted self-confidence you cherished.

Had he been hurting as much as you had been?

The man’s focus shifted from your face to a lower part of your body, time slowing to a damning crawl as his eye widened in mortification. Mind muddled, you turned your attention to what had grasped his own, confused on what could have rocked the god of festivals so hard he had been left speechless. When your eyes landed on your protruding stomach, the world imploded.

Before the epinephrine could even be released into your bloodstream to set off the incoming panic attack forming, everything was moving in a blur, heart racing and breath labored from exertion. Your mind was swirling like a twister of wind and leaves, body reeling as you suddenly realized you were being supported on your own two feet a yard or so away, Hinatsuru on your right and Suma on your left, both kunoichi glaring at your husband with warning distaste.

“Don’t you dare touch them, you bastard!” Makio appeared in a rage from the corner of your eye, Hikari still perched on her hip. “We finally got them back, we don’t need you scaring them off again!”

Her brutal words seemed to deflate the Sound Hashira’s spirit even more than you physically thought possible and it broke something inside you to see the typically joyous man in shambles. Tengen gazed on with a shattered spirit, lone eye losing all brightness as it was saturated in painful reality, his remaining hand falling limply into his lap in soul crushing defeat.

With a quivering voice that stabbed at both your ears and eyes, you couldn’t help but watch as Tengen trembled under your gaze, pure and unadulterated grief marking his sickly features. “Please, let me-.”

The fiery kunoichi moved in for the kill, froth appearing at the corners of her mouth. “Let you what Tengen-sama, screw up even more than you already have?! You have a lot of nerve-!”

“ENOUGH!!!”

Just before Makio could land the final blow that you believed would have spiritually decapitated your shriveling husband, a voice that made all five of you submit within a single word breaking through the air without mercy like a crack of brutal lightning across the summer night sky.

You snapped to attention, head snapping to the left to see a stone-faced Nao-san steadily approaching with bloody purpose in each of her steps, the aging woman a sight to behold in her present fury. In all of your years of living with the retired kunoichi, you had never seen her so furious; sure, Nao-san was easily annoyed and disappointed, but she wielded her temper like a well-sharpened kunai.

The woman of the hour came to stop mere feet away from the small group you had made, turning her icy stare onto Hikari. “Go to your mother, girl. You’d do best not to meddle in matters that aren’t your business. Go!”

Makio wasted no time in setting the young girl on her feet, Hikari scrambling away in confused tears and searching for sanctuary within Nana-san’s arms, a look of warring emotions on the mother’s face. She swiftly disappeared back into the estate without a moment's hesitation, a whimpering Hikari within her arms, leaving the five of you to face the mess that had become your relationship.

If there was even a relationship now worth saving.

Nao-san turned her attention to you once they were out of view, her face an emotionless mask of stone. “Are you alright, Y/N-sama?”

You could only manage a wordless nod, too scared to say something that would further anger the terrifying woman, Suma apparently feeling the same way with how much she was shaking beside you.

She didn’t skip a beat, giving a nod of her own, kunai sharp irises shifting between the various members of the party. “Now, it is known that I do not enjoy meddling in your marital affairs for they are frankly none of my business. However, I am unwilling to stand aside as a bystander as I watch the one marriage I support with every fiber of my being fall apart over misunderstandings and mistakes made!”

“There is no one without fault in this situation, except perhaps the child this woman currently carries within her womb!” Nao-san's perfectly manicured index finger pointed towards your extended stomach with conviction, a menacing fire growing within her eyes. “A child that has done nothing to deserve being born into a broken family that can easily begin to mend itself if its parents were simply adults and learned how to communicate effectively without resorting to bullying and shouting matches!”

Promptly, Makio’s mouth audibly clicked shut.

The aging kunoichi wasn’t wrong, not in the slightest even, and it was a reality you knew that all five of you were struggling to accept. Yes, Tengen had been wrong, even cruel in what he had said to you, in how he degraded you for what felt like no reason at the time. Yes, your pain was valid but perhaps running away rather than facing the problem head on had been the wrong choice in the end. Both of your poor, emotion fueled actions had been disastrous for not only you but Tengen, your wives, and all of those around you, causing an explosion of he said, she said and hurt feelings all around. While you had been hiding from your marital problems, your spouses had been forced to face them head on, to search for you all over the country whilst wondering if said searches were futile, fearing that the worst had occurred just like it had almost happened before. On the nights where sleep was almost impossible for you during the journey homeward, Hinatsuru had conveyed through countless tears that your sudden disappearance had caused an instant deployment of all available Demon Slayers, how Oyakata-sama and the other eight Hashira had been just as adamant of finding you as your spouses had been. So adamant that all three women had been captured by Upper Moon Six whilst on their journey to find you, the same fight that led to the crippling of your flamboyant, boisterous Tengen, leading to a premature retirement drenched in liquor and desperation to find you.

Everything had been perfect before that accursed fight, before you and Tengen subsequently broke not only each other’s hearts but your three wives’ in one fell swoop, before the world flipped into a place of nightmares and acidic tears.

You just wanted everything to be okay again.

“It’s all my fault.”

Ten sets of eyes fell upon your trembling person, grief-filled tears wetting the flesh of your cheeks because you just couldn’t stop crying for one damn minute-.

“I wanted a child, I ran away, I’m having a child that isn’t wanted,” Body weak, you felt your shaking knees threaten to give way, Suma and Hinatsuru adjusting themselves to support your now hefty body weight. “I never wanted to hurt anyone. I just wanted to have a family with those who gave me one in the first place.”

Your hands came to hide your face, a painful sob wracking through your chest.

“I’m so sorry!”

Some part of you expected for Tengen to agree, that all of this was your fault because wasn’t it? You were the one who wanted a baby when your husband didn’t, you were the one who left like a spoiled child when you didn’t get what you wanted, you were the one to put all of your spouses through turmoil once again-.

“Didn’t you hear a single word that Nao-san said?”

Tengen’s voice was deep and was bare of any foretelling emotion, deadly calm and monotone; your body shivered in panicked anticipation for the other sandal to drop, just as you deserved.”

Imagine your surprise when a rough, calloused far too large to be one of your wives’ came to gently cup your chin as if it were made of glass, parting your hands without a sound, forcing you to face the man whom you equally loved and feared.

Tears brimmed the ex-shinobi’s dark lashes, fuchsia iris radiating endless loving fondness and shame, Tengen gazing down at you with his heart on his sleeve and on display for all to see.

“We’re all at fault here, my gorgeous spirit flower.” A wet gasp escaped your lips at his words, at him using your beloved nickname, body feeling as if you had been doused in an ice bath. “I’m sorry it’s taken so long for me to admit my own part in all of this.”

He, he was sorry. Tengen, one of the most prideful men you’ve ever met, had just admitted he was sorry.

A sob of relief escaped your lips as you threw your body as much as you physically could into Tengen’s remaining (how would you ever get used to that?) arms, relishing how the stone hard appendages adjust to your heavy form like it was routine for them. Those beloved arms swifting encased you in a cradle of muscle and bone, Tengen settling you into his lap like a father would a child, not a drop of sweat forming on his greasy forehead. You shoved your face into the crook of his neck, relishing in his musky scent, hints of jasmine and camellias haunting your nostrils like ghosts from the past.

Oh how you’ve missed this.

Time seemed to slow down as you laid in Tengen’s arms, his lone remaining hand slowly moving to brush (h/c) locks from your wet face, touch as brief as a feather and loving as a kiss. You didn’t dare move an inch, to breath, so fearful that all of this was a dream, that once you opened your eyes, all you would see is disappointment.

“Oh, Tengen-sama!”

Suma’s ear-piercing wail broke the veil of precarious peace, the sapphire-eyed kunoichi slamming her body into Tengen’s back and narrowly missing your vulnerable face whilst wrapping her arms tightly around his throat, a noise of distress leaving the Sound Hashira.

“Suma, you need to be careful!” Hinatsuru’s typically soft spoken voice was stern with warning, the violet wearing kunoichi doing her best to carefully your octopus of a wife from Tengen’s person.

It was unusual to hear Hinatsuru be the one to scold Suma, Makio always the first to put the emotional woman in her place, but the silence and lack of effort from the fiesty kunoichi was telling.

Forcing your eyes to open, you took in your surroundings with desperation, praying Makio was still here, that she hadn’t walked away like she had every right to. Both you and Tengen had hurt Makio, the wounds deep and refusing to heal even after your reunion with your wives’ unlike Suma and Hinatsuru, and she refused to acknowledge said wounds with an air of arrogance that you knew was fueled by the urge to hide away her pain. The kunoichi was extremely private when it came to own individual feelings, so scared to reveal the small child hiding within her that needed validation and sweet touches, to be smothered in love and attention. She had trusted Tengen just as much as she trusted you and in one fight, you had managed to shatter said trust into a thousand pieces.

Turning your head just a tad, you found your gaze falling upon Makio’s internally warring form, a wave of relief washing over you at the very sight of her.

The urge to smother the kunoichi in a warm hug burned within your chest, but you knew that’s neither what she needed nor wanted in this moment. Makio was a person whose trust you could only gain through action and you knew there was a lot of work in the future to repair the damage that had been wrought on her tough walls and tender heart. Still, every moment of labor would be worth it if it meant that your wife could give you her trust once again, even if it was only a third of it; Tengen was most likely of the same mindset, knowing how much your husband adored all four of you.

Reaching out your hand, you never broke eye contact with Makio, the child within your womb giving your hips soft but uncomfortable kicks. “Maki’, please.”

Emotional vulnerability was something almost all of you aside from Suma struggled with in varying degrees, but no more than Tengen and Makio. Yet, as you laid in Tengen’s lap, the Sound Hashira reached his hand outward to join your own. “Please, Makio. Give us one more chance.”

The kunoichi’s doe brown irises broiled with uncertainty, body twitching in war torn emotions, until finally, her hands began to inch forward until her battle weathered fingers met both of yours. Two more sets of fingers slithered forward, Suma’s hand taking hold of yours and Makio’s whilst Hinatsuru intertwined her own with Makio and Tengen’s, the five of you joined together once again after so long apart.

Quiet, comfortable silence filled the air between you all, eyes shifting between one another, searching for objection and understanding, praying that not a single one of you let go of another. Then, it shattered ever so softly with Tengen’s tenor voice.

“I know there’s a lot we need to work through, a lot we need to process and adapt to. Especially with this little one on the way.” His other hand–nub came to rub softly against your protruding stomach, a look of pained fondness on his handsome as ever face. “I know that I haven’t been even a tenth of the flamboyant husband you all deserve, but I want to be better, and to be a part of all your lives. You’re all I have in this bleak world and I can’t live another day knowing you aren’t the wives I can call mine anymore.”

“We need you too, Tengen-sama,” Hinatsuru crooned tearfully, the most sensible of the three kunoichi pressing her painted lips to the man’s gaunt cheek.

Suma gave an adamant nod of her own, thick tears cascading down her bright red face. “I wanna be a family again! WAAAHHHHHHH!!!”

Makio slapped the back of the wailing woman’s head without missing a beat this time, face curling into a snarl as tears threatened to fall from her beautiful eyes.

“Quit ruining the moment, you blubbering idiot!"

Her attention snapped back to Tengen, an emotionless mask shifting into place over her features. “Promise me, you won’t let this happen again. If it does, I’m not sure I’ll be able to forgive you, Tengen-sama. We love Y/N-chan just as much as we love you, but I’ll choose them over you in a heartbeat.”

Such a bold, unforgiving statement pushed the air out of your lungs in a burst of horrified awe, because Makio was putting her marriage to Tengen on the line for you of all people.

“Us too.”

Hinatsuru and Suma nodded in agreement, the three kunoichi looking to your husband with awaiting eyes, as if daring the man to make the wrong move or say the wrong thing.

Instead, much to your honest surprise, Tengen gave them a smile of his own. “You have the right to kill me where I stand if I ever do something like this ever again. I’ll hand you the sword myself.”

“Tengen-sama!” You couldn’t help but gasp at his words, quivering under the weight they held.

His focus fell upon you within a fond eye, overwhelming love swarming in those heart stopping fuchsia depths. Nubbed arm coming to rest on the top of your stomach, the Sound Hashira leaned downwards just enough to rub his nose against your own, foreheads coming to rest against one another. “Promise me, you’ll never leave me again, spirit flower. Please.”

The desperation in his voice shook you to your core but you forced your voice to work, trembling with emotion.

“I promise, Tengen-sama. Never again.”

Smooth, all encompassing lips belonging to the man swallowed your full ones, the kiss deep and sealing, full of relief and so many other feelings you failed to identify in that moment. After a few moments, a swift kick to Tengen’s nub broke the reunion, the two of you breaking away from each other with identical expressions of surprise.

Shifting his gaze downwards, a playful smile grew on your husband’s face, a look you had missed far too much for your own good.

“It seems we have some competition here, girls. Tengen Jr. doesn’t want to share his mommy’s attention.”

“Tengen Jr.?!”

“Tengen-sama, please, it’s just a baby!”

“No way in hell are we naming her Tengen Jr.!”

“Her?! Anyone can see they’re carrying a boy!”

“In your dreams!”

The bickering between the four of them brought a grin to your lips, pure and true, and a soft giggle followed, face creasing with loving fondness. Eight sets of eyes fell on your form, wide in awe and want, Hinatsuru turning to the other three for confirmation. “All in favor of taking Y/N-chan to the bedroom for cuddles?”

“AYE!”

Before you could even object, Tengen was standing at his full height with you nestled in his arms, a look of determination on his well-endowed features. “To the bedroom, my lovely wives!”

Makio and Suma raced towards the estate in a hurry, Hinatsuru calling after them in warning and Nao-san corralling the violet-eyed kunoichi inside, leaving you and Tengen to your lonesome. He began the trek into the estate, the both of you quiet and content with being together once more. However, just before you crossed the gate’s threshold, you lightly tugged on the man’s kimono. “Tengen-sama?”

“What is it, spirit flower?”

The ex-shinobi halted in his steps, focus falling onto your perched body, giving you the courage to speak the words on your mind.

“Are you sure you want this baby?” It was the question you desperately needed answered, the one that had continuously burned in the back of your mind for months now. So scared to see apprehension or regret paint his features, you tore your gaze away from his, scrunching your eyes closed as you prepared for the bow.

“It’s mine, isn’t it?”

Your eyes shot open in mortification, a shout ripping out of your throat as you gave him a firm slap to the chest in indignation. “TENGEN-SAMA!”

“Sheesh, calm down! It was just a joke!” Meeting your annoyance with his typical nonchalance, the Sound Hashira settled his lone eye on your two pools of (e/c), serious and honesty radiating from the fuchsia iris. “This baby is a part of you, and I want to have every part of you in my life until my dismal lifespan comes to an end. If you both will have me, of course.”

Lips blooming into a watery smile, you gave your husband a soft nod. “We’ll always have you, Tengen-sama.”

He nodded, continuing your shared journey into the estate. “Good. I would have been there for the both of you anyway even if you said no.”

“Tengen-sama!” You playfully swatted at Tengen with a laugh, settling into his hold with ease, just like old times.

The movement of your child within you, however, reminded you of all the new times and experiences awaiting your growing family and finally, after so long, you were ready to face what the future held for you.

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sjhanny2000 · 2 years

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Fights and Sweet Touches (Part 4)

A/N: Guess who's back? 😅 This will probably be the biggest part of this little series, just FYI. Part 5 has not been written yet due to the school year starting but any free time I have will be to finishing it!

Warning(s): separation of spouses, depression, anxiety, mental illness, recovery, self deprecation, reunification of separated spouses, mentions of illness, spoilers for KNY: Entertainment District Arc

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SPOILERS FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT ARC ARE PRESENT! TURN AROUND IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO BE SPOILED!

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"Y/N-chan?”

The silence that followed that simple but heavily complicated address was near deafening. No one moved, no one spoke, no one dared to breathe as you stared at the three women in front of you, so far yet so damn close.

How could this have happened?

When you began to cry, you don’t remember, but as you stood there, world on fire and anxiety screaming bloody murder, you took notice of the wetness on your cheeks, the salty liquid coming to stain the fabric of your kimono. This couldn’t be-, this was impossible-, they were supposed to never find you- !

“Y/N-chan!”

A pair of warm, memory-riddled arms came to wrap around your neck, ripping you out of your thoughts and back into reality, quickly stumbling to take note that it was Suma, sweet, blubbering Suma hugging you.

Just as quickly as she came to hug you, she pulled away, a look of surprise on her face as she did the one thing that made you want to scream to the heavens in terror.

Her gaze settled on my large midsection, awed wonder flooding her childish features. “Y/N-chan are you-?!”

Before she could even begin to finish that damning question, an alarming shout filled the air.

“What is the meaning of this?!”

Your attention fell onto Riku-san without a moment’s hesitation, the older woman’s face marred in a fearsome glare as she stormed over to your location behind the counter.

“You will remove your hands from her this instant!” Her hands gently yet sternly pulled you away from Suma’s grasp, glare never ceasing to exist. “Who do you think you are, coming into my shop and harassing one of my employees?!”

Before you could even try to mitigate the situation, a snarling Makio appeared at Suma’s side, the feisty kunoichi nearly touching noses with your boss. “Get your hands off of our wife, NOW!”

“WIFE?!”

Riku-san’s hold only tightened with your wife’s declaration, pulling you against her plump chest. “Do I look like I give a damn who you are, girl?! You girls CANNOT and WILL NOT come in here like a bull in a china shop, disturbing my staff and other patrons, regardless of your marital relations to Ahmya-san!”

“R-Riku-san, please, it’s okay-,” You stumbled over your words like a child, hands shaking and mind far too chaotic at the moment to make any sense of what was going on.

“Ahmya-san?” At some point in all of the chaos, Hinatsuru had appeared in the space between you and your other wives, concerned confusion present on her beautiful face as she placed a calming hand on Makio’s shaking shoulder. “Their name is Y/N.”

Hearing your true name sent icy shivers down your spine, mouth growing dry as the ability to breath grew more laborious with each passing second. The urge to scream plagued your mind, warring aggressively against the instinct to run to them, to let Makio hold you, to breathe in her scent of honey suckles and freshly tilled earth. Your heart was begging for the feeling of Hinatsuru’s feather soft lips to grace your full ones, to hold Suma’s hand and never let go. They had been your anything and everything, the stars to your moon, and just seeing them after all this time, after all the tears and heartbreak, you felt as if you were splitting into two.

You knew better though. A swift kick from the child within your womb reminded you of that.

“I don’t care what their name is, you three need to leave!” Riku-san pointed a stern finger towards the shop door. “They are in no condition to undergo the emotional stress you three are inflicting on them!”

Hinatsuru stepped forward with her hands clasped together, tears saturated with desperation flooding her violet irises. “Please, we mean no harm! We’ve been searching for Y/N-chan for months-!”

“Perhaps there’s a reason why they left you. Have you thought of that?” The shopkeeper gazed at Hinatsuru without a speck of remorse, hand coming to rest on her hip.

They-they had been searching for you?

Raging emotions threatened to strangle your heart, helpless as you watched a fiery Makio take an defensive stance, hands curled into her fists. “You don’t know anything lady-!”

“I know plenty, thank you very much! I know that the lousy man you call a husband practically cast Ahmya-san from your shared home, berating her for having the simple want of having a child of their own!” Riku-san snarled at the three unnerved women standing before her, her mouth relentless and bearing acidic venom.

Suma, who was hardly holding it together, let out a pleading sob, shaking her head in earnest. “Please! We’ve come so far-!”

Miwa stepped forward with her arms crossed over her chest. “I believe your mother told you to exit our shop. Leave on your own or I’ll remove you myself!”

“Y/N!” Suma begged, curling herself around Makio’s right arm with tears gushing down her cheeks, the very same ones you longed to hold in the cusp of your palms as you kissed her peach tasting lips. “Please!”

Makio held the other kunoichi close, voice cracking with emotion, something that only occurred once in a blue moon. “We only want to talk! You don’t need to hide from us!”

Oh, how could you not? You were carrying the unwanted child of your husband, the one he had been so adamant about preventing at all costs. In your selfishness, you had torn apart the only good thing that had occurred, forced to leave behind the life you had cherished with every fiber of your being. So many nights had been spent in tears as you attempted to reconcile with yourself, to force your weeping heart into reluctant submission whilst it cried for your spouses. The lack of closure was what was really killing you in the end; you had been able to say goodbye to your mother when she passed, to watch your siblings leave the family estate, to bid your abusive and neglectful father one last damned farewell, one he brushed off without a care in the world. Hinatsuru stole your attention away from your dire thoughts with a simple but heartbreaking sob, clearly muffled but still existent, and the very sound had your knees shaking in weakness.

Tear-filled pools of violet met your (e/c), your wife of reason wavering in both voice and body as she spoke. “Please, just give us a moment to explain! If not for us, for your own sanity!”

“Ladies, I would leave while you can! Riku-san here has quite the temper” Hoshi-sensei moved to corral your wives out the door, nervous sweat rolling down his forehead whilst looking at your boss’ unmoving form of steel.

The three kunoichi paid the doctor no mind as Miwa-san stepped forward, Suma reaching out to your frozen form with pure and unadulterated despair. “Y/N-chan!”

Why were they being so persistent? What could they possibly want from you, the wayward and troublemaking wife? You had only been a burden, Tengen had told you so all those months ago! Why were they here?!

A soft voice sounded from the deep recesses of your mind, so weak that one could barely hear its message. You, however, heard it loud and clear.

‘Maybe I was never a burden to them after all.’

“W-wa-wait.”

No one must have expected you to talk in that moment because before you could even begin to think of what to say next in this impossibly messy situation, six sets of eyes were on you and Kami you couldn’t do this!

“I-I wish to hear the-them out, Riku-san.” The joyful surprise on your wives’ faces made the guilt weighing heavy on your shoulders even more taxing to carry, your gaze falling upon the older woman’s visage of aversion. “P-please.”

The older woman’s calculating gaze fell on your quivering form, inspecting your person with a sharp eye before. It was only after a few moments of suffocating silence, Riku-san pulled away with a grunt of displeasure. “I will allow this conversation to take place. However-!”

She sent a warning glare to your wives, practically daring them to destroy their chances to speak with you. “-if one of you upsets Ahmya-san, you must swear that you will never return to our village.”

Your eyes flew wide with surprise, a gasp escaping your lips at hearing the woman’s audacious ultimatum. “Riku-san-!”

Suma, much to your surprise, cut you off mid-objection, her pools of gorgeous sapphire unmoving and brimming with stubborn determination. “We accept your terms!”

“Very well,” Riku-san retorted with a nod, unfolding her arms with a sense of finality coloring her body features. Her attention returned to your person, her gaze comforting yet firm. “Miwa and I will be in the other room. Do NOT hesitate to call for one of us, do you understand?”

“Hai, Riku-san.” You gave her a slight bow of agreeance, not allowing yourself to look her in the eyes. You didn’t have the right; you had lied to her about so many things.

A worn hand gently took hold of your chin, forcing you to look at the woman who was nothing short of a mother to you. Much to your surprise, you saw a pained demeanor of understanding painting her aging features.

“We all lie for a reason, child. Have no shame in the ones you have spun to protect yourself with. If you do, the guilt will eat you from the outside in.” With that, she pulled away, beckoning for Miwa-san to follow her. “Come along Miwa, there’s fabric to sort in the back.”

Miwa flicked her gaze between you and her, clearly torn. “Mama-!”

“Now, girl.”

The young woman cast you one last look of worry before doing as she was told, quietly shuffling after her hurricane of a mother.

“And Hoshi! Leave the herbs and don’t let the door hit you on the way out!”

The aging man watched the two women leave with his mouth agape but quickly did as he was told, placing the herbs on the inner counter. He turned to you, uncertainty in his eyes, but looking to your awaiting wives and back. “Good luck, girly!”

With that, the man practically flew out of the shop, the soft ringing of the bell being the only sound that filled the tense atmosphere. You didn’t have the strength to lift your gaze from its place of your breasts, no, you had no right to. You were the one that was a burden, you were the one that had abandoned your role and its responsibilities, one that you had been so graciously gifted with. And now, you were bearing the child your husband, your rock and liberator, had explicitly stated that he didn’t want. Your wives obeyed every order Tengen gave, listened to every piece of advice he dished out, followed him wherever he ventured. Hinatsuru served as his rationality, Makio his stubbornness, and Suma his emotions. They were the chosen ones, Suma had even willingly accept Hinatsuru and Makio into their marriage! The trio had simply been informed by Tengen without a bat of an eye that oh here you were, a fourth wife, one that couldn’t defend herself, who was attention starved and in need of so much love and attention and work-. In the end, you had always been the outsider; your wives had kept their thoughts on having children in the future and you had never been good at thinking like them, of differentiating the responsibilities of the Demon Slayer Corps. and those of personal want. You simply were you, a born and raised civilian who had been born into a family of wealth and status, beaten with the silver spoon of privilege rather than in your mouth, and always, no matter the situation, left alone. Why-?!

A firm yet gentle squeeze of your right hand abruptly ripped you away from your quicksand-like thoughts, mind reeling as you anxiously looked around to find the owner of the foreign limb holding yours. Tears instantly welled in your pools of (e/c) the moment they met the gorgeous blue ones of Suma, the ones you cried over for weeks whenever you found yourself focusing on pails of water or ocean patterned yukatas too much. Her sapphire irises threatened to swallow you whole, so small and hesitant like a young child with a stranger, body trembling in fear at the simple touch that you had once melted into.

“We’re so glad you’re okay, Y/N-chan,” A loud sniffle escaped the emotional woman, her voice straining with the need to cry. “We thought we lost you forever. Everyone’s been searching for you everywhere!”

Everyone? Even Ten-?

Heart crying out in agony, you shook your head adamantly, snatching your hand away from the teary kunoichi. “Why, why on earth would you be searching for me?! I’m a burden-!”

“Shut your mouth!”

Makio stepped forward with her golden brown eyes alit with rage that was threatening to break free, hands clenched into fists of frustration. “Why wouldn’t we be searching for you?! You’re our wife! How shallow do you think we are-?!”

“Makio! You’re not helping!” Hinatsuru glared at her fellow kunoichi with a stern glare, waiting until Makio loosened her posture with a huff before turning her attention back to you. “Y/N-chan, I only speak for myself, Suma, and Makio when I say this so please, give us a moment to speak with you!”

“Tengen-sama informed us what transpired between you two, of those vile words he spat. Allow us to tell you without a shred of a doubt that never in a thousand years have we thought of you so lowly, to see you as a burden or greedy! Never have you been either of these things, in fact I can’t believe you’re capable of being such a person!” The violet-eyed woman placed tender, steadying hands on your quivering shoulders, tears cascading wetly down your (s/c) cheeks. “You are one of the greatest things that ever happened to us, and for so many reasons! Never could we’ve imagined being able to have a place that we’re eager to come to because we know we can shed our pasts at the door, that we can simply be us. Not kunoichi, not Demon Slayers, but wives to one of the most dedicated and empathetic people we’ve had the pleasure to meet.”

“Hina’s right! You changed our lives for the better! We’ve never been good at relaxing, at taking the time to enjoy caring for plants or to learn how to cook food that isn’t just nutritional but super yummy! You taught us that’s something outside fighting all the time!” With a wail, Suma wrapped herself once more around your upper arm, weeping in earnest.

Makio gave an anxious nod of agreement, arms crossed over her chest in defiance, a faint blush on her cheeks. “We learned how to be people because of you. You’re the one we’ve always looked forward to seeing, one of the reasons to fight with all our hearts so we can come home to you.”

“So when we came home to find you and your stuff gone, it felt like our world had shattered all over again!” Anger swiftly replaced her humility in a blur of a second, a snarl forming on her lips. You knew what she was referring to, ghost-like clawed hands faintly drifting down your clothes covered thighs, inciting an ice cold shiver of fear to wiggle down your spine. “And everything only got worse when Tengen-sama told us what happened, the bastard! He allowed his trauma to speak for not only him but for us as well and we didn’t even get the chance to dispute it because it was too fucking late!”

A choked sob unwillingly escaped your painted lips, chest aching with heartache and want because your wives, all three of your strong, beautiful wives, were right in front of you, dispelling all of the horrible thoughts and feelings that had been plaguing you since your final interaction with Tengen. Your hands flew your mouth, knees dangerously knocking against each other as you attempted to hold yourself together-.

They still loved you.

In a flurry of movements and emotions, your knees gave way and suddenly you found yourself nestled in Hinatsuru’s arms, Makio and Suma crowding around you two with worry. “Y/N-chan-!”

“You still love me.” The sobs were nearly suffocating, a wave of pure and unadulterated relief overwhelming. “Kami, you still love me!”

Your words seemed to break the straw in the camel’s back, the three women smothering you in cuddles and sweet words in a matter of milliseconds, Suma rubbing her silk smooth cheek against your own whilst Makio took hold of your hand. “Of course we still love you stupid, we’ll always love you! You’re not only our wife but our best friend! Heck, you have to be one of your soulmates with how you came into our lives!”

“And what an honor it is to call you one of our soulmates.” Calloused hand wiping away the moist tears marring your face, Hinatsuru gazed at you with warm springs of amethyst. “I can’t think of living a life without you in it, Y/N-chan, none of us can.”

“Absolutely!” “For sure!”

Who all fell under this blanket of love however?

“I-I can’t come home. Not with-, not like this.” Anxiety munched away at your already shot nerves, fresh tears welling up in your eyes. “Tengen-!”

“-is an asshole and we along with all of the Hashira have told him so! Hell, even Tanjiro and the kids gave him a piece of their mind!” Makio huffed, golden brown irises on fire with indignation.

“Makio!”

Before Suma and Makio could devolve into a pointless argument, Hinatsuru cleared her throat, effectively silencing the other two kunoichi. The more reserved of the three graced with a smile as warm as the sun, her free hand coming to gently cup the swell of your stomach. “This baby is everything any of us have ever wanted, Y/N-chan. To hear the patter of little feet on the hardwood, to have a little boy or girl with Tengen-sama’s hair and your eyes and smile, to enjoy everything pregnancy has to offer-.”

“-especially with how big your chest has gotten, and how pretty you’d be! We’ve even roleplayed it when you weren’t in the room!” Suma chimed in, no shame whatsoever on her face as Makio and Hinatsuru turned red as tomatoes from complete and utter embarrassment.

“Shut it, dumbass!” One of Makio’s fists made brutal contact with the top of Suma’s head, the blue wearing kunoichi breaking out into wails. “We said we’d never talk about that!”

You too were quick to hide your own embarrassment, a squeak escaping you as you covered your flush face with your hand. Had they really had-, and to you being-?!

Hinatsuru let out a nervous cough, clearly bothered by the revelation of your wives supposed secret kinks. “*Ahem*, that aside, it’s honestly a very welcomed surprise to see you well, in your condition.”

Hand drifting to rest at your middle thigh, Makio shyly made the most minimal eye contact with you, voice no louder than a mumble. “Look even better than I imagined.”

Oh Kami, give me strength!

How much thought had they put into this? In all honesty, you wanted to know but you knew that it was not the place nor the time to explore your wives’ well, bedroom fantasies.

“E-even if you three are okay with this,” You took your bottom lip between your teeth, worrying away. “What about Tengen?”

“Oh fu-!”

“MAKIO!”

The fiery kunoichi pulled away with a scoff, crossing her arms over her chest. “You two shouldn’t be defending him! He’s the reason we’re all in this mess anyway!”

“We’ve all made mistakes, Makio. He’s are just especially stupid.” Hinatsuru glared at your fellow wife, distaste of Makio’s brash words evident. “Tengen-sama is still our husband and our lord; give respect where it is due!”

“But, does he really deserve it?”

All eyes fell onto Suma’s solemn face, eyes downcast and bottom lip trembling. “Makio’s right. Y/N-chan only left because of what he said! We’ve had to miss out on the majority of their pregnancy, something we’ve always imagined experiencing together! If he hadn’t said what he said, we would have never gone to the Entertainment District and Tengen-sama would have never been hurt-!”

“Hurt?”

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, all three of your wives shutting up tighter than a clam, tears forming in all of their eyes.

“Te-Tengen’s been hurt? Is he okay?” You pulled away from Hinatsuru, it suddenly became so hard to breathe. “What happened to him?”

Suma let out a wail and Makio grimaced, unwilling to meet your eyes, Hinatsuru clearly unsure whether to answer your questions or leave you hanging. “He-he was-.”

“He was what?”

The need to know ate all your remaining reserves, hands shaking as all of the worst scenarios played out in your head. Had Tengen died? Realization hit you with the force of a well-aimed back hand, knocking you back into rational reality. Your wives followed Tengen everywhere; they served as his eyes and ears, seeing as how Tengen was subpar at stealth, a true testament of how the Sound Hashira had come to reject his upbringing. If your wives were here but Tengen wasn’t, then-!

Trembling in her spot before your position, Hinatsura finally gained the ability to speak her thoughts into words. “A month ago, Tengen-sama fought Upper Moon Six alongside Tanjiro and his friends.”

Eyes going wide, the knowing dread of what the purple-eyed kunoichi sunk into your chest. Faintly, Tengen’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.

“Muzan Kibutsuji has twelve loyal demons of great but unflamboyant strength commonly known in the Corps as the Twelve Kizuki. These demons are split into two groups: Upper Moons and Lower Moons.” Tengen gazed at you with brutal honesty in all manners of his body language and voice, arms crossed over his thick chest. “Demon Slayers of all abilities over the centuries have come into contact with these foul creatures, Hashiras specifically. Lower moons have been defeated but with a sacrifice of some degree. Encounters with an Upper Moon are death sentences that no slayer, regardless of whether they are a Kinoe or Hashira, have yet to escape.”

‘Encounters with an Upper Moon are death sentences to no slayer, regardless of whether they are a Kinoe or Hashira, have yet to escape.’

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” You couldn’t stop the words from falling out, so damningly heavy with painful reality.

“No! Tengen-sama survived! It-its’ just, well-!” Suma objected, twiddling with her fingers, a nervous habit of hers.

“Just spit it out already, idiot!” Makio barked, finally looking you in the eye. “Tengen-sama was badly injured in the fight but luckily for us, Nezuko-chan was there. She flushed the poisons from his system! Sadly, she couldn’t replace his eye or hand-.”

“We’ve withdrawn from the Demon Slayer Corps. because of the extent of his injuries. We can finally retire and have a family, just like we always talked about.” You trembled at Hinatsuru’s words, arms wrapping around your well-rounded stomach.

It couldn’t be possible. Tengen had come in contact with an Upper Moon and survived? And he had been so badly hurt that he had been forced to retire? They had always talked about retiring, about all of them settling down and doing the whole civilian thing, of starting the family you had always dreamed about. The one that was already underway.

“W-where is he?” You searched your wives’ faces for answers. “Does he know you’re here?”

“No, the last time we spoke with Tengen was three weeks ago. He wanted to continue searching for you while he recovered at the Butterfly Mansion.” Hinatsuru gave a shake of her head, lips drawn in a tight line.

“He’s been in the dog house since you left. Minimal contact both physical and through writing. It’s been frustrating him to no end.” Makio chimed in, a grimace once again taking root on her lips. “If you’re worried about us telling him, don’t worry. What we do next is up to you.”

“Oh, they know exactly what they’re going to do next!”

All eyes fell upon Riku-san’s ungiving form in the doorway, a stern glare on her aging face. “Ahmya-san is going to return home with you three and they’re going to put that bastard husband of yours in his place!”

Miwa-san poked her out from behind the curtain, face red with embarrassment. “MAMA!”

The five women looked to you, each set of eyes searching for your rebuttal. It was your choice, the ball was in your court. Would you stay here where you knew you were safe and stable, or would you return home where Tengen could simply outright reject you like he had done before?

You hated making big choices like this.

After a few moments of heavy silence and even heavier thoughts, you lifted your head.

“Let’s go home.”

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