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sunflower1experiment · 1 year

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She’s a mom!

“She’s a bit distant..why?”

“Maybe we love bombed her!? I hope not.” Suma gave a teary eyed expression while Tengen walked in with Hina but |Name| only gave a pained smile.

“I’m sorry- I’ve been forever grateful but…I feel like I’ve been lying. So I wish to speak with you all. This may come as a surprise but I’m a woman of virtue so hearing the news, I hope it doesn’t deteriorate your feelings for me.”

“Of course not Angel! What makes you believe that!?” The now retired geisha could only give a knowing stare before looking saddened, “I have two little boys. A mischievous one and one who well…he’s always smiling but he’s so sweet natured. And so serious when it comes to his shop.” She looks down. “I had to send them away to a good school for the sake of their safety.”

“I’ve grown to miss them.” The woman looks outside, I’m not sad but I just wonder how their beautiful faces would look when they realize I’m blessed once more.” Tengen had a look of awe, Makio was shocked to say the least while Suma cried tears of joy.

“That’s so sweet |Name|! You’re such a good mother.”

A giggle leaves her lips, “I’m so happy you think so! I just want them to meet their new parents-“ |Name| stops when Tengen and the girls all had teary eyes resting on them.

“I’m a dad? That’s so…flashy…|Name| we would be honored to welcome them in our flamboyant home!” The girls cheer, “Lord Tengen thank you!”

Laughter fills the room: oh how lucky she felt. When will she meet them, she’ll never know. But one thing is for sure. |Name| knew she’d meet her mischievous one soon.

A boy playing the flute hops amongst the fences, twirling around while giggling mischievously before he came to a stop. “Oh! Heheh!” He jumps down then follows an unsuspecting victim, it was none other than Tanjiro: the male had felt a presence but. It was so quiet, so nimble he took a quick glance but none avail.

As he heads to demon slayer Corp he felt legs hop on his back then a loud “ALLYYOOP!!” A boy ran ahead. He was probably no age higher than him but he still wore scruffy clothes and odd shoes, “He-HEY! Come back!”

“Nah uh! I’m here to see mom. Know where she’s at.” The male stares at him. He wore an odd looking straw hat but his eyes, pure beautiful brown. So innocent yet mischief would lie deep within, “Um I’m Tanjiro.. you are?”

“Mmm Mom calls me her little Trickster so call me Trick! Hehe trick or treat little Tanjiro.”

“Ah! Who’s mom?”

“My mom!”

The boy had to think through this, “Your mom?” He stood there then he flinches when Zenitsu screams loudly and Inosuke kicks him.

“QUIET DOWN DANDELION HAIR!”

“Guys! There’s this boy-“ Tanjiro looks over and the boy had left. “Ah- AHH???”

“Mommaaaaa!!” His raspy voice caught a few ears but when he cleared his throat a playful childish voice soon erupts after.

“Um. Little one what are you doing here?” This time Shinobu had found him, “Woah, you’re not momma but I like your spirit.”

The boy walks over and takes a good look at Kocho. “Hmm but you’re super scary. Momma always has a pleasant energy. She was a geisha after all.”

“Oh! You’re looking for |Name|? One of Tengen’s, wives?”

“Mommas Married!? WOWIE!” He ran ahead but soon ran back. “Where’s mom?” She points to the north then explains where to go after.

Continuing forward Trick heads towards the house, calling his mother to which she perks at the sound of his voice. “Is that my little one?”

“Hm? Angel?” Tengen gets up, hearing his voice too. “Is that one of your kids?” She immediately ran down the road. “Ah! My precious one!”

“MOMMA!”

“My sweet precious Niko!” He rams into her, giggling loudly while she lifts his hat and places mini kisses amongst his face. “Mommaaaa! Noooo I need to impress my new moms and dad!”

“Oh you already impress them already my sweet face.” They both head to the house. She shows him to the man and women.

Hina gasps, “He’s.”

Makio’s eyes go wide. “So.”

“FLASHY!!!” Tengen laughs.

“And cute.” Suma immediately hugs Niko who just blushes before giggling sweetly. “Hehe. Flashy! That’s so cool! I wish to be flashy just like my family!”

“You’ll always be flashy sweetface. Now…why do I see you here and not at school?”

“Well- I graduated! And I decided to travel, with brother..he sells some weird masks to avoid them demons. I carry wisteria and plant them amongst people’s houses. Though they’re super rare so…I’m not sure how I got them.” Indeed they are, it even shocked |Name| while Tengen wore a prideful grin. “This kid gets it! Save lives before they even need savin!”

“He always was the trickster. I’m so proud. Where’s he at?”

“Mm…” Niko was a bit hesitant but he shrugged. “We split up. The masks he had were more wanted in areas where these scary demons roamed. I’m pretty sure he could handle himself because of the wisteria flowers but I hope he’s okay.” |Name| sighs.

“He’s definitely alright…wait till he comes home..”

“Why do you say that?”

“Before I adopted his brother he came from a family that kept demon remains as a trophy. That’s what the masks are made of and he also uses them and their powers to fend them off. Sadly I’m more worried about him getting caught up in something correlated to Muzan.”

“Hm, smart, flashy but also very dangerous. I’m guessing his old family got carried away.” |Name| nods while Niko starts playing with Makio a bit.

Later that evening

|Name| awaited for her eldest to come home, it was shocking but to see her eldest, grown and still wearing that same smile. To match his beautiful hazel eyes, it brought tears to her eyes. The man sets his bag down then he walks over.

“Hm?” She caresses his face, “Hello dear.” The man hugs her close. “Everyone meet my eldest. Though he’s more independent than Niko he goes by a name.”

“Call me Merchant. I’m quite pleased that you took my mother from the district, she needs to see the beautiful world for what it is.” |Name| and merchant shared the same giggle which made everyone watch them in pure adoration.

“And you say they’re adopted, you sure?”

“One hundred percent. My precious merchant here happily lived and went to college with his brother. Whom he does not like.”

Merchant backs away when Niko started crab dancing near him, then the two suddenly move away and back before he attacks Niko with a stick. “Back Niko! Back I say!”

|Name| sighs, “I’m just happy you all get to meet them before they must venture off again.”

Though they didn’t want to, Niko and Merchant eventually did leave. Not after spending time with their new family and merchant showed the demon parts as promised, even trying to bargain with Tengen which |Name| shut down instantly.

The look of pure side eye was actually making the merchant feel nervous. Never let a black woman side eye you as he wishes to say, “Niko what do you do besides travel.”

“Make friends, most of them all depend as to how they handle my music…but I’m to much of a trickster. That’s how mom adopted me. She loves my tricks!” The male then hugs |Name| one last time. “I’ll miss ya.” Merchant leans into the hug as well before everyone joined in.

A family group hug, that’s something they plan to cherish during their journey. |Name| waves as they walk ahead, hand in hand before the distance finally took over their forms. “My precious little ones.”

Things went back to as they were but |Name| was jubilant, eager to cook, dance for them. She even found a new style, “Guess she just needed to see her kiddos. Wonder why they left rather than stay.”

“Based on what I researched. Merchant’s people in terms of masks and demon parts take their jobs very seriously. Stopping means no money, and they’re mainly merchants who wish to sell and spread their riches to help others. Now Niko….from what I recall he’s based off a culture within the forest? They’re very sweet, he’s just like any teen and child. Mischievous but very pure and smart.”

“Thank you Hina, they’re both as flashy as they are amazing. |Name| is a lucky lady.”

“That’s why ya married her Lord Tengen!” He nods pridefully, “She’s to good for us.” They all start to hug |Name| while she was busy searching for warmth so, win win.

But she did fall asleep not to long after. “Well how can we move? She’s asleep!”

“Darn it..welp I ain’t movin.” Tengen and the girls waited until she woke up, to which failed and they all laid together.

Sound asleep.

#uzui tengen #tengen x reader #reader is black #x black fem reader #black fem reader #tengen x black reader #tengen x you #tengen x y/n #hina kny #suma kny #makio kny #tanjiro kamado #inosuke hashiriba #zenitsu kimetsu no yaiba

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scrimblyscrorblo · 3 months

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So in the post-canon stuff [SPOILERS]

Giyuu is said to be the first one to hold the Uzui baby. I like to think he was sitting there with the Uzui’s and the midwife assumed he was another spouse and handed the baby to him cuz she thought he was also the dad and happened to be closest TT

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melancholymetropolis · 2 years

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Revenge pt. 1

synopsis: Y/N is Tengen's fourth wife and a Hashira in training. After a sudden turn of events, she decides to leave her home and divorce her partner(s). Not before enacting revenge.

pairings: Tengen Uzui x Reader

genre(s): Hurt, No Comfort

warning: ANGST. neglect. crying. mention of dead parents. Lying. Insults. whining. betrayal. favoritism. mention of depression. minor grammar mistakes

w.c : 1.6k

I didn’t know he was married.

Not until after he proposed to me.

Tengen Uzui had three wives and no one told me.

Not the master, not the other Hashira, who I considered my colleagues— no one.

But, I didn’t let the new knowledge deter me. I still loved him with everything I had, so I decided to marry him. I became his fourth wife. A title I grew to tolerate over time. Hina, Suma, and Makio were darling women. They always managed to make me feel loved. Invited me to missions and helped with personal errands. I grew fond of them. They comforted me when my parents died from a demon attack and encouraged me to take a break from slaying. They stood by my side during my grieving process and even hit Tengen when he was being insensitive. As time went on, I managed to fall in love with them as well.

The five of us grew to be a family and I couldn’t be any happier.

“I’m home!” I yelled from the door, tossing my weapons to the side.

I waited for the familiar pater of multiple pairs of feet rushing my way, but nothing ever came. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the home. I peeked my head into every room, hoping to catch a glimpse of at least one of my wives, but the estate seemed to be empty. Even the servants had seemed to disappear, which made my heart beat quicken. Worry stripped through my being as I checked the outside perimeter of the house. I gazed at the nearby trees and looked for any abnormal footprints in the snow— there weren’t any. I didn’t find any pools of blood or piles of flesh anywhere on the estate, so I ruled out a possible demon attack. But that left me with more questions than answers; where did everyone go and why was the house so goddamn quiet?

After spending the last hour or so raking through the possible answers to that question, I decided to take bath to ease my nerves. I unbuttoned my uniform and allowed the clothes to fall in a heap by the entrance. I eased into the water and practically moaned from the way it graced my skin. I leaned against the edge of the giant tub and stretched out my arms. My fingertips brushed against something coarse, completely catching me off guard. I looked over to the pile of towels nearby and saw something hidden underneath. It had been a diary. It belonged to Sumi. I eyed the book, carefully considering if I should invade her privacy. But, then I thought back to all the times Suma would snoop through my room and “borrow” my accessories. I guess it was my time to shine.

I flipped through a few pages, lazily skimming random sentences.

Tengen is so handsome!

I love it when he wears his hair down.

He looks so good when he’s shirtless.

EVEN HIS SCARS ARE ATTRACTIVE

I chuckled at that line. “This girl is down bad for her husband, how cute,” I said aloud.

Just when I decided that I had seen enough, I found my name at the start of a new page, in a sentence I never expected to see.

I wish Tengen would’ve never married Y/N.

Shock pierced through me, but I continued to read the entry.

I don’t know what she sees in her. She pretends like she’s some sort of queen or something. She walks around with her head held high and her chest puffed out. Kinda like she owns the place. Lord Tengen calls it confidence, but I think it’s arrogance. When I train with her, she doesn’t ever give me words of encouragement like everyone else. She simply tells me that I would “eventually get the hang of it” or to “better luck next time”. She never compliments me on anything and makes me feel like I’m doing everything wrong. She doesn’t give me hugs or cuddle me after we have sex. I asked Makio and Hina about it. I had to see if I was truly going insane. And they agree— Y/N is a horrible wife. She barely cooks and refuses to do anything but train. From sun up to sun down, this woman is training. Maybe she thinks that training will bring her parents back or something—

I closed the book before I could see more. I tossed it to the side and simply closed my eyes. I paused for a moment and attempted to gather my thoughts.

Suma didn’t like me.

And, according to her, neither did Makio and Hina.

I was a horrible wife because I didn’t show physical affection or give her compliments. To say that statement pissed me off was an understatement. I hated being touched, at least without consent. Whilst living a plus-size body, I noticed that many saw my flesh as some sort of playground. They would point and squeeze on my rolls. Jiggle the fat underneath my arms and slap my ass without giving it a second thought. Strangers viewed me as if I were a dough ball and manhandled me as result. So, with that being said, I was not too fond of Sumi randomly hugging me whenever she had a meltdown. She would bury her face right into my breasts and wrap her arms around me so tight it was almost hard to breathe. As much as I tried to get used to it, I found myself detesting the action altogether. I tried to let her down lightly in the beginning, but she would just cry harder. Hold me tighter and make me even more uncomfortable. And, as for compliments, I was never really given any growing up with my parents. They would simply tell me “no, that’s not how you do it” or “yes, you finally got it right”. They never said “you’re an amazing fighter” or “you’re improving every day”. So, whenever I would try to complement Suma it always came out a little awkward.

What pissed me off about the entry was I had told Sumi about this, before the date it was written. I told them all about my trauma and my rocky relationship with my parents. I made myself an open book to my spouses and that was how they repaid me.

I washed my exhausted being and excited the bathhouse. I placed the diary back under the pile of towels and attempted to put the contents to the very back of my mind. I slipped into my favorite pajama set and tucked myself into bed. It didn’t take long for sleep to wash over me, since I already had a long day.

I was in a state between consciousness and unconsciousness when they stumbled in. I could feel the gentle moonlight sitting on my brown skin. The night breeze made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and shivers spilled down my spine. Yet, I refused to fully wake from my slumber. Something was pushing me to remain silent and half-sleep. I could hear their hushed voices bouncing off the wood walls. Their footsteps grow louder and louder as they grew closer to my room. The door was pushed open, creaking loudly from the action.

“Suma!” Makio hissed quietly. “Must you be so goddamn loud?”

“I’m sorry!” She whisper-yelled. “I just wanted to see if she was asleep.”

“Well,” Hina started, pausing for a minute. “She has that purple thing on her head, so she must be.”

“It’s called a “bonnet”, Hina,” Makio corrected. “She’s wearing her bonnet.”

“Well, she only wears her bonnet to sleep so. . .” Hina trailed off.

“So, she’s asleep,” Suma chimed in.

“Yes,” Makio said.

“That’s a relief,” Suma sighed. “I am not in the mood to hear her boring travel stories, anyway.”

“Ain’t that the truth?” Hina mumbled.

“Come on, guys,” Makio tried to lighten the mood. “They aren’t as bad. And, Sumi you don’t get to judge. You suck at almost everything!”

“Shut it, Makio,” the younger wife countered. “You’re just trying to be nice because Y/N always gives you the best gifts.”

“Well. . .” Makio trailed off.

“It’s because she’s so easy to please,” Hina added. “All you have to do is give her some kind of weapon and Makio is putty in your hands.”

“Hey!” She hissed. “That’s not true!”

“If it weren’t for those gifts, you’d hate Y/N as much as I do,” Suma added.

A silence amongst the three women and a tear rolled down my cheek.

“How about. . . we just get back to Lord Tengen?” Hina broke the silence. “I’m sure the bath is ready now.”

The room door closed and I lazily opened my eyes. I had spent too much time here. I had gotten comfortable. These women didn’t see me as their wife, nor did they see me as their equal. Their little conversation was just confirmation of what Suma wrote in her diary— they despised me to varying degrees. Hina seemed to tolerate me, while Suma just outright admitted she hated me. Makio just liked me for what I could give her. It was sad because I knew Tengen would enable them. Make excuses for them and neglect my emotions. It didn’t matter how much he loved me, he still loved them first and they were his priority. No matter how mad I was at that moment, I couldn’t act on impulse. Tengen would smell it right away. He would pay extra attention to me, which would make it harder to leave. I needed him to resume the hierarchy he partook in, so I could come up with a conducive plan.

I could no longer be with someone as flamboyant as him.

It was too much for me.

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Smut in the next part.

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daddy-suguru · 2 years

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Hinatsuru Uzui + lactation? I wanna be a good girl n help my wife when her tits get sore during pregnancy 🙈

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ nsfw, wxw, lactation, mommy used once

You smile as you take in the dark circles, making Hinatsuru's white shirt see-through. "Love your seeping through your shirt again." Hinatsuru's breasts had noticeably grown, as milk has been seeping from her pink nipples early.

She walks in front of you and leans forward, placing her hand on the back of the sofa behind her head. She cups one of her fat breasts and asks, "Do you want to help me out? This is my third shirt and my breasts are getting heavy." When she squeezes, you can see more milk dripping through the already soaking fabric. You suggest,

"How about I try sucking your milk out?" Hinatsuru presses her thighs together and shifts a little as you smile up at her. You grab her panties, pushing them down her soft thighs, so she can push them to the side.

Hinatsuru pleads, "Please, I'm so full, need your help to make my sore breasts fill better." Her cheeks turn pink as she does.

Hinatsuru's thighs are spilling out from the top of her thigh-high socks. And you can't help but squish her soft thighs. The inner part of her thighs is glistening as her slick drips from her wet pussy.

You grab the bottom of her shirt and push it up. Before she sits down on your lap, Hinatsuru holds her arms in the air so you can take her shirt off all the way. The way her fat breasts look dripping wet with her pink nipples already hard. You look up at Hinatsuru, meeting her eyes, and telling her,

"You look so beautiful with your swollen breasts and that small baby bump. You are such a pretty mommy, aren't you?" Wrapping your lips around her nipple and sucking softly as she cups the back of your head. She softly whines,

"They are so sensitive! Mmm! I can feel that in my pussy we should do this more."

▸m.list

#hinatsuru x reader #hina smut #hinatsuru smut #uzui smut #uzui x reader #uzui #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #kny #kny uzui #kny smut #kny x reader #kimestu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba smut #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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vestigme · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Rengoku !!!

#demon slayer #hina #kny #kimetsu no yaiba oc #kny oc #kyohina #art #demon slayer oc #kimetu no yaiba #digital art #comics #oc art #orginal character #oc x canon #kyojuro rengoku #rengoku #rengoku kyojuro

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laugtherhyena · 3 months

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I didn't know much about chainsaw man back when i was creating Mayura and Hina so when i did properly get into the series i changed their backstories a ton.

Originally the two of them met at public safety rather than years before and Mayura was just a random fiend Makima had in the division that got paried up with Hina when she joined, and she hated being at public safety and having to work with humans, which is a HUGE difference from final version Mayura that became an fiend AND turned herself into the devil hunters so that she could be with Hina at public safety.

Anyways, yadda yadda yadda, shenanigans happen and eventually Mayura warms up to her and makes their contract to show her gratitude. Then i discovered that fiends can't make contracts so i had to rewrite the whole lore to make it so that the contract was made before she became a fiend, which is awesome because i like their backstory much more now :]

Hina was also a pretty different character, mainly because her desire to do something big that would get people to know her came purely out of wanting to be famous instead of the whole "i want to do something that leaves a lasting impact so that i will be remembered after i die" thing that the current her has. So yeah, she used to be pretty shallow.

I also distinctly remember that in this old version it was Hina who gave Mayura her red collar, and that was meant to be a thank you gift for making a contract with her? Like, girl that's still a dog collar you're giving to someone with human level intelligence,, that's a mean joke at the least, I'm so glad I realized that and scrapped it.

#also i considered making these two Demon slayer ocs instead of Chainsaw man for a brief period of time #because i knew Kny better than i knew Csm when i was making them so i was like “maybe i should play it safe”#in that case Hina was like. a total loser slayer who couldn't even use breathing styles and so had the helped of a demon #to do her job in secret #she was dead serious 24/7 which is CURSED to think since csm Hina is as smiley as it gets #but Mayura had basically the same personality tho #hyena ramblings #Mayura #Hina Akiyama #csm oc

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therabbitthatpostthings · 2 years

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If you think about it, Suma built herself a harem.

#tengen uzui #suma uzui #hinatsuru uzui #makio uzui #my girl was gonna live out her bisexual dreams dammit #shitpost #shitposting #kny demon slayer #Suma really saw Maki and Hina and thought #ah yes it’s all coming together #mad respect #she a plan and she just needed a platform #platform = Tengen #now she’s living lavish I love it #girlbossing her way through it all #despite its modern day connotations harem literally is what you would consider the Uzui wives #and good for Suma now she gets all the love and affection to herself #she’s winning

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hinatsuruuzui · 2 years

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Hina, I am seriously thinking about opening a really flashy food truck. Would you be eager to work with me?

Obviously you know I will

#kny rp #hinatsuru #demon slayer hinatsuru #demon slayer rp #demon slayer #rp #kny hinatsuru #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kny hina

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violetueur-archive · 2 years

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𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 » ACCEPTING

@tvrningout asked: ∗ 11﹕ sender runs their fingers through receiver’s hair . from hina!!

It’s not often that Nicolette allows herself to be so vulnerable in front of others, and though she still hesitates in the inviting presence of these women, it seems her willpower has been significantly weakened as a result of their influence. While typically she’d find herself resting alone at the Butterfly Estate after a particularly grueling mission, her company has been welcomed more and more within their home, as of late. She’d like to think that they simply find her amusing, or perhaps even enjoyable to be around, at the very least. It feels wrong, in some way, to be integrating herself into their meticulously crafted and expertly maintained dynamic, but...

Again, it seems her impulse control is lacking much more than before.

It’s hard to resist, when they all just appear so... PERFECT. The way they interact and communicate had enchanted her right from the beginning, and she remembers thinking, ❛ I want to know what it’s like to have that. ❜ She thinks she understands it a little better now, but maybe not quite as much as she’d like. In the end, she’s still an outsider, technically. There’s no time for wishful thinking, with a life like this, yet she allows herself to give in and play pretend, if only a little, at times like this. Hina doesn’t make it easy to remain tense and stay distant, either. Regardless of the calm she exudes, she knows how to get her way; however, she’s always so graceful about it that Nicolette hardly realizes she’s been manipulated until it’s too late.

The slayer wonders if she should feel more put out, but it’s hard to feel anything but cared for, as the other’s fingers work meticulously through obnoxiously long strands of plum hair. It’s true, she’s exhausted. Her last few missions have begun to take their toll on both body and mind, and she’s gotten to the point where it feel almost impossible to wear the mask she’s so used to. The forced smile that never reaches her eyes can now hardly stay upon her lips, and her shoulders are constantly set in obvious, hard lines, even in situations where such tenseness is unwarranted. So, when Hina suggested that she come and sit with her, to take a moment to relax, Nicolette had only barely managed to put up a fight. Now she finds herself resting in the grass, legs crisscrossed while the other sits seiza behind her rigid back, lithe fingers fondly running through her hair while a soft breeze brushes past.

They make idle small talk at first, until Nicolette falls uncharacteristically quiet, pulled into her own thoughts. No attention is brought to her silence, nor the obvious way her entire body begins to slowly, but surely, unwind and deflate until she is entirely relaxed. Completely vulnerable. Before she realizes, her eyes have begun to droop, head lulling forward just a touch; all it takes is a hand pulling just barely against her arm and she’s leaning back fully, melting against Hina’s chest, head tilting backwards to rest on her shoulder, eyes closed.

Just like that, she’s asleep, but her expression remains wholly at peace and unburdened, for the first time in weeks.

#tvrningout #OWO?? I AM SOFT?? THIS BITCH NEEDS A FUCKING NAPPP #AND LOVE #hina said: she gets Both #↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜#↳ VERSE ; KNY: SLAYER || ❛ every time i break theres just more pain to burn ❜

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akaza-chaos · 9 months

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Hina, Suma, and Makio are so cute but I feel obligated to write their clothes as being more historically accurate. I know it’s losing the Big Titty Kunoichi Wife appeal but personally I cannot imagine how their clothing situation is manageable when running (ow!!!) or doing any kind of jumping/sitting/moving in general.

Maybe they tie up their yukatas or they wear slightly below the knee ones or they wear pants. I’ll figure it out.

#kny #kny makio #kny Suma #kny Hina #if anyone has any suggestions please lmk #fic: strings of fate

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ta-ni-ya · 1 month

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When I came back from my break I added in my announcement that I had 4 new ocs to introduce and here is one of them!

MY KNY OC- Hina Aoki

Age- 13-14

Breathing style- melody (it’s kinda complicated, will explain!)

@kiyokatokito really helped me a lot with her breathing style so big credits to her! :3

She is gonna be mitsuri’s tsugoku btw

Andddd this is supposed to be an au because she’s shipped with a dead character 😃

I also didn’t add anything about her ship here!

And I’ll be colouring this soon too :3

Her backstory- she is an only child living with her parents, she never had much friends and everyone would eventually either move away or got busy with their things. All the friends she made weren’t really close and sometimes wouldn’t even acknowledge her but hina was too innocent to know their real motives.

Once she decided to join the demon slayer corps, all her friends hated her and thought she had gone insane, saying things like ‘demons don’t exist’. You can say they were already looking for a chance to leave hina so it didn’t bother them what she did after that.

Hina was very sad and her once known bright personality disappeared. She didn’t understand but she definitely got trust issues and found it hard to make friends with her colleagues. She only opens up to people like her mentor Mitsuri!

Some info about her breathing style- as the name melody itself is very self explanatory, there’s this word ‘mellifluous’ which means a sound that is sweet or smooth, pleasing to the ear. Me and kiyo got the whole idea about her breathing style from that word!

Her sword is shaped all wavy because she uses it for a very important purpose while fighting! Her body is a little small for her age (kinda like shinobu?) by it’s just her height and she’s still growing ofc. But being light weighted she is fast and she used it to her advantage, she easily moves from once spot to another creating melodic sound waves from her katana.

Mitsuri’s katana is itself very weirdly shaped so she learns some things about it and makes her katana’s movements accordingly. Moving around quickly allows her to distract and confuse the demon until its guard is down.

Since her breathing style is created from love/flame breathing, her cuts don’t hurt at the beginning but as soon the demon stops hearing her melody, that cut burns like hell and they realise it’s the end (kinda like a paper cut? It’s small but hurts a lot)

Her moments are like a feather dancing in the air. She basically created this technique because she kinda related it to her old friends? They would sugarcoat her and then suddenly went bitter towards her! Just like how she makes them distract with her melody and slashes them suddenly.

Headcanons I got so far for her!

She loves flowers, cherries and honey!

She loves spending time with mitsuri the most because she never treated her wrong!

Her first friend that genuinely treated her well was one and only kiyoka ;3 (@kiyokatokito’s oc)

Her fav colours are red and light pink

Her hair colour is supposed to be strawberry blonde just in case you get confused 🤷🏻‍♀️

She is flexible but not as flexible as mitsuri :3

She’s 4’5 😗

#niya talks #demon slayer oc #demon slayer #kny oc #art #drawing #artists on tumblr #kny #kny oc art

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sunflower1experiment · 1 year

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Geisha to- Wife!

A woman walks upon stage, a firm stature then with one wave of the hand she twirls carefully then waves her fan side to side, up and down, left to right: without any warning a hand holds her waist, soon many hands held her and she felt four bodies hug her. “Oh?”

They all chuckle while she hugs them back.

“|Name|?” The woman opens her eyes, glancing to Suma who sat beside |Name| once acknowledged. “U-Um My lord Tengen asks for you- you woke up early and just left.”

“Ah sorry- it’s probably because of the meals I set up. I wanted to thank you all and I wish to get to know all of you before I cook again.” Suma’s eyes water up a little, “Awh…thank you.” She hugs |Name| close. Next she walks with the woman who, well wasn’t used to long strides: she kept shuffling gently through the halls while blushing madly when Suma laughs, “Oh no. |Name|! No need to shuffle.”

“Sorry sorry- I’m so used to it.” She walks ahead, Suma slides the door open. Tengen sat alone waving for them to come in. “Good morning early bird. I noticed you practicing. Ya don’t have to be a geisha for the crowd, just us if ya like.”

“Ah yea but- I was actually practicing how to fight.” He hums, “Really?” Tengen stands then walks towards |Name| who felt her face heat up. “Mind if I duel you?” With a quick nod she then backs away, “Um I’m not sure if a fighting stance is needed?”

Uzui gives her a small wave of approval, she inhales with a lunge forward before aiming for his waist. “Ah defensive- did your madam teach you this?”

“Yep.” Tengen had caught the geisha and she was cautiously holding onto his shoulder while she hid away in his arms. “Apologies we only do this defense as a way to keep the danger from hurting our face.”

“Makes sense.” The male sets her down, Makio pats |Name| on the arm. “No worries! You’re doing great with what ya got. I don’t- really dance much so would you mind teaching me?” She gasps then replies cheerfully! “Of course, come on. Suma, Hina you too let’s go I want to learn about you all if I plan to spoil you four with food, my dance and maybe nicknames.”

“What did she call you Hina?” Tengen asks with a light chuckle.

“Oh? I’m her Rosemary, Suma is Peony, and Makio is Petunias.” Tengen nods admiring the names then he watches as the girls dance in a graceful quiet manner, not quiet to be unseen but quiet to stay in sync. They occasionally spoke, to which |Name| happily responds then asks questions until she gasps. “Lord Tengen I never gave you a name. I was so sure I had it, I was going to call you something that represents a festival flower of the sorts.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Chrysanthemum!” Everyone was in awe, “Hm why?”

“Your eyes remind me of a field of them. Where I live we usually have sunflowers, and Camellias,maybe some water irises too but the sunflowers were always my favorite.” Tengen couldn’t help but chuckle as he hugs the girls close. “I like those names, Rosemary, Peony, Petunia, Camellia and Chrysanthemum.”

|Name| blushes, while the girls giggle and hug her as well. “Welcome to this bundle of flashy romance.”

#tengen x you #tengen uzui x reader #kny tengen #demon slayer tengen #tengen x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba tengen #makio kny #suma kny #Hina kny #tengen x black reader #tengen x black y/n #reader is black #x black fem reader #x black reader #black reader

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reticent-writer · 2 years

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hello my love, I hope you're feeling okay and healthy ❤️ I would like to request something for kny, like a former hashira s/o that became mentally ill after a failed mission against one of the upper ranks, how the hashiras would react to it? If you're ok with this ofc, thank you ❤️

More angst🥲

Sorry for the wait

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Shinobu

She was surprised when you came in on a stretcher with the girls trying to get you stable.

Shinobu wanted to know what happened but never got a full answer as you struggled to tell the full story.

You had brain damage.

Like muichirou you forgot a lot of things. It got on shinobu's nerves to no end but she would never let you know that. As usual she would smile and help you remember anything you forgot.

You worsened throughout the years.

Mitsuri

Absolutely heart broken. She had no idea what to do, she always went to shinobu to help.

You had a fractured skull and a piece of your skull was lodged into your brain until shinobu removed it.

She helped you learn how to walk, talk, and eat properly again.

She loved you with every fiber of her being and nothing would change that.

Giyuu

When Shinobu came to him completely serious he knew something was wrong.

You were never the same. They were moments when you would stare off into place losing all since of reality.

In moments like this you would almost look dead, if he tried to snap you out of it you would have severe panic attacks.

Giyuu didn't know how to react. He was obviously sad but he couldn't just focus on himself, he had to be there for you.

Tengen

after the incident Hina, Makio, and Suma was always at your side. They felt like they were partly to blame cause they were there when it happened.

Thankfully nothing too bad just things like flashback or flinching at loud noises and sudden moves.

Uzui acted like nothing changed, he made you feel normal.

Rengoku

When you came back from the butterfly estate after a failed mission all you did was stare into the distance.

Rengoku laid off a couple missions to be with you but you didn't even acknowledge that he was there.

Barely spoke. Never smiled. Dead eyes.

He broke down in front of you once. All you cod do was rub his back and try to smile. It just made him cry more.

Sanemi

When you came back from your 6 month mission you always dropped the subject on what happened and said something like "it went well" or "not much happened I promised. It was barely a success.

But ever since the mission he noticed weird things you do like, flinch whenever he yells, hits something, staying up some nights saying "demons might be near", and training is out of the question. Along with a bunch of other habits that you started after the mission

You obviously had PTSD and he didn't let you go undiagnosed. Under the direction of shinobu he adapted to your habits andade you as comfortable as possible.

#male reader #female reader #gn reader #kny x reader #demon slayer x reader #sibling reader #tengen x reader #tengen x wives x reader #shinobu x reader #sanemi x reader #rengoku x reader #giyuu x reader #mitsuri x reader #reticent writes #reticent-writes

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sjhanny2000 · 2 years

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Fights and Sweet Touches (Finale)

A/N: Hello friends! Sorry that it took me so long to publish this part! Between starting my new job as a teacher and working on my own mental health, it's been tough to get in the writing mood. However, it seems that all I needed was a break and I was good to go! Anyways, here is the long awaited finale of F&ST and I'll warn you now, this is only the beginning.

Warning(s): SPOILERS FOR KNY SEASON 2, separation of partners, marital disputes, depression, anxiety, AU-canon, mention/reference to past SA/abuse, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, emotional imbalances, pregnancy, pregnancy complications

Words: 4.6K+

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“-name the baby something pretty, like Momoka!”

*smack*

“Like hell we are! That name’s stupid!”

“WAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Hina’, Y/N-chan!”

In truthful honesty, you were merely minutes away from strangling the two kunoichi sitting across from you. You usually had a significant tolerance when it came to Makio and Suma’s antics, in fact most of the time you watched on with fond exasperation from the sidelines as they bickered, but today you simply had no patience to deal with them. Well, it seemed your patience altogether was waning with every passing day, your already sensitive self now increasingly volatile with a raging tide of hormones rushing through your system. Anything and anyone seemed to set you off without warning most days, much to your chagrin, especially when you began to blubber uncontrollably upon your departure from Oshika.

Though, in all honest reality, leaving the small, quaint village you had come to call your second home had been extremely difficult for not only you but for the village residents. Many tears were spilt between you and Hana-san throughout your lengthy goodbyes, Suma coming in a close third, and when Riku-san bid you a terse goodbye with tears of her own in the typically emotionless woman’s eyes, you hadn’t been to hold back the sobs threatening to fall from your lips. Your tears failed to cease as you and your wives watched the villagers wave goodbye until they were merely specks in the distance, their farewells echoing for what seemed like miles. The three kunoichi did their best to soothe your aching heart whilst your journeyed down the mountain side in a rickshaw wagon Naoki-san had graciously allowed you and your wives to borrow, telling you of their various ventures across Japan whilst in search of you and what seemed to be everything under the sun to act as a distraction to your distress. The particular story of their time in the Entertainment District had been one you found the hardest to swallow, guilt and worry eating away at your mental walls at hearing how close to death all three wives had been.

Such emotions only grew heavier at knowing Tengen had been the one who bore the most damage from that battle.

A part of you had cracked at hearing the state your husband had been left in at the end of the fight, standing at death’s door due to the ghastly amount of poison coursing through his system, not mention the amount of blood he had lost throughout the tussle with Upper Moon Six due to his grievous injuries. Your husband in the end had been forced to retire, his left eye and hand gone, and in that sacrifice, he and your wives had finally obtained what they had dreamed of for years. Tengen could finally just be a man, not a shinobi, not a Demon Slayer, just Uzui Tengen, the very man you still loved. Yet, a majority of yourself still felt painful bitter sweetness when it came to the man who had caused you such pain, the one who promised to care for you, a stance he had sternly buckled down on tenfold following your experience with the demon inhabiting poor Tatsuya’s body.

Your current stance was one your three wives were currently experiencing, though at varying levels. Makio was easily the angriest out of the four of you, the woman already being predisposed due to her fiery temper, and she had no trouble saying what was on her raging mind.

“If you don't want to see him, we’ll kick him out of the house! The bastard can sleep in the barn for all I care! Hell, the koi pond even!”

The kunoichi, much like the rest of you, had been hurt by not only Tengen’s words but by his actions as well. Whilst you had been present for the fallout and had left knowing your location, it had been revealed to you that the man in question had failed to notice your absence until the next morning when your wives’ returned home from the Butterly Mansion. Nao-san had wasted no time in forcing Tengen to divulge the previous evening’s events to the three women, the older woman reportedly furious enough with the Sound Hashira that she was willing to feed him to the dogs without a shred of hesitation. The situation only grew more dire and their relationships more strained when you were discovered to have left, to the point that your wives’ contact with Tengen was minimal at best.

Hinatsuru, who typically was the most level headed out of the four of you, had proven to be nearly inconsolable upon hearing what your husband had done and had promptly taken Makio and Suma with her to begin what would be a nearly six month long search for you. She only spoke of the man when someone else brought him up in conversation and even then her lips were tightly clipped shut, which spoke volumes on how she viewed his hand in the situation. While Makio had no problem in shit talking Tengen, something which Hinatsuru still corrected for the most part, but she herself only gave the bare minimum when it came to giving the man her own respect and trust.

“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!”

To put it simply, she was cordial but nothing more. The violet-eyed kunoichi only defended Tengen when the other two became too far leaning on different ends of the emotional spectrum, Makio being angry whilst Suma was depressed. She often did the same for you when you experienced your wide and swiftly shifting range of emotions, acting as a firm, rocky foundation during the storm that became your thoughts and feelings in your pregnancy. Hinatsuru had been the one to insist on moving forward with every dead end she, Suma, and Makio were met with, when letter after letter from the other individuals searching for you only yielded failure upon frustrating failure.

Such failures had proven to fuel Suma’s already clingy and tearful tendencies. Suma was a woman that was regularly susceptible to mood swings, a fact that nearly knew and could never dispute upon meeting her. From blubbering wails to fits of rage, Suma was the one wife everyone underestimated until she truly lost it, whether that be to the sea of tears always threatening to fall from gorgeous azure eyes or her hands wrapping around one's throat. Since your reunion, the woman seemed to be permanently stuck within a sea of depression, something that worried not only you but Hinatsuru and Makio as well. The tearful kunoichi hadn’t truly cried for months, according to the other two, having grown quiet and sullen throughout their search. You yourself had seen evidence of her silent depressed state of despair, a bitter pill you struggled to swallow with guilt because it had been your absence that had put Suma in such an awful position.

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-!”

Still, even with your hand in the situation, the only one Suma blamed was Tengen. If the Sound Hashira came up in conversation, Suma could only gaze downwards with a look of betrayal sitting on her typically cheerful face, all childlike innocence she once possessed evaporating in a matter of seconds. Her unwillingness to speak about Tengen only grew the closer you all came to home, the emotional kunoichi putting all of her attention on you and the baby almost to the point of suffocation. Suma had no problem in expressing her frustration in missing so many ‘first moments’, as she called them, and unknown to her, it only caused your guilt to deepen. All three of them failed to realize that the situation at hand had been one that had not only been crafted by Tengen but by you as well, although they failed to hear you out on the matter every time you tried to argue on it.

With the release of a tired sigh of fondness, Hinatsuru broke you free from your ocean of thoughts, (e/c) irises falling on the woman sitting beside you. “Makio, what have we said about baby name shaming? Suma has every right to her three name choices, just like the rest of us!”

“Yeah, but c’mon Hina’, hers are ridiculous and only for girls at that! First she said Koume, then Suika, and now Momoka!” Makio crossed her arms over her full chest with a growl, glaring at the teary kunoichi with contempt. “We are not naming our baby after a stupid fruit! And better yet, what if it’s a boy, ya numbskull?!”

“It’s gonna be a girl, I can just feel it!” The azure-eyed kunoichi shouted back, clenching her fists in front of her person with defiance.

Before either you or Hinatsuru could intervene, Makio swooped back in without pause. “Are you seriously forgetting that Uzuis are notorious for having boys?! Tengen-sama had five brothers and only two sisters! Plus, Y/N-chan only had two sisters out of seven siblings, the other five were boys!”

The feisty kunoichi did have a fair point there. Males were more prevalent in both Tengen and yours families, with his father being one out of eight sons and your own the fifth and final son from a group of seven siblings. Tengen was the eldest of nine and you the youngest of eight, your number of siblings only being so large due to there being three sets of twins, you being one member of those pairs. The likeliness of your unborn child being a boy was practically guaranteed, seeing as how both Tengen and your eldest sibling, Tsunamaru, were male.

Suma let out a haughty huff, moving to cross her arms over her chest in defiance. “So?! Both of them had sisters too and Y/N-chan’s a girl! That means there’s still a chance!”

Childish, borderline petty arguments had filled a considerable amount of your time on the road and it simply wasn’t just between those two kunoichi specifically over trivial matters such as baby names. You yourself, much to the three kunoichis’ surprises at first, had come to add your piece to the chaos that always seemed to be present within your marriage, often either bursting into tears or throwing what Makio had annoyingly dubbed temper tantrums. The mood swings had gotten so bad at times that you had bitten Makio over dango one particular trifling evening.

It didn’t help that making the journey to your temporary home in Oshika had already been draining when you were without the extra weight you now carried within you, and now here you were, traveling homewards in a heavily pregnant state with your three wives. What had once taken you a week to travel now increased to nearly two, your body growing tired easily as your already large unborn child within only came to grow more in weight and size. Your size had been a great topic of discussion amongst the four of you as you carried ever forward, unexpected feelings and particularly naughty thoughts emerging from your wives at the mere sight of your swollen womb. Never could you have expected how in awe they were of your pregnant state, each kunoichi protective and clingy in their own ways, and while it flattered (and flustered) you, it also was an annoyance.

At seven months and a half months pregnant, you were growing increasingly uncomfortable, causing you to be irritable and short tempered, something that proved to be a struggle for your wives to handle. Your mood swings often unintentionally put everyone in either a foul or depressed state, Suma often crying alongside you and Makio only fueling your rage. Hinatsuru was also susceptible to these moods, much to your honest surprise, the usually even keeled kunoichi ruthlessly snapping at her fellow wives when either Suma or Makio spurred on your current emotional state. It was safe to say that your pregnancy had now become a group affair rather than yours alone.

“If you two don’t stop it with all this bickering, I’ll simply allow Rengoku-san to name this child!” A warning growl left your body, face curling into a snarl at the baby’s foot striking your bladder for what had to be the millionth time in this hour alone. “And we don’t want that, do we?!”

Once, the topic of the name the first child of your family had come forth at a dinner Tengen had hosted at the estate for the other Hashira, and the ridiculousness that had followed had left you in a state of embarrassment for days afterward. Some of your husband’s comrades had been eager to offer up names, particularly Rengoku-san, Kanroji-san, and Shinobu-san. Kanroji-san, much like Suma, had been quite adamant on the first child being a girl whom she swooned over being named Hanako, at least until Shinobu-san informed the group of the slim likelihood of your and Tengen’s genetics allowing that to happen. With the Love Hashira deflated, Shinobu-san wasted no time in offering her opinion, stating with great confidence that the baby would be a boy and he would be named Yoroi. Rengoku-san wasted no time in drowning out her suggestion, shouting readily that the child would be a little girl with Tengen’s hair and your eyes and he would choose to name her Mami, after flax seed. The others soon offered their own input on the matter, including Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, everyone had promptly split into two fierce factions. Even Tomioka-san and Tokito-san, the two least emotional members of the Hashira, had taken part, the Water Pillar thinking the child would be a boy and the fourteen year old joining the group of girl enthusiasts. In the end, you were left with burning cheeks whilst your husband laughed good heartedly at the group’s antics as they slowly vacated the premises of the estate to return to their own. That night had only grown to be beyond embarrassing when you heard that even Oyakata-sama had joined in on the argument, offering his own thoughts on the matter. After that debacle, you had sternly put your foot down at any of the Hashira naming your non-existent child. If you were honest, all of Suma’s proposed names didn’t sit right with you either, but as Hinatsuru said, all of you had a right to offer up their own names for the new addition to your family.

Even Tengen.

At the mention of the loud Flame Hashira, both women zipped their lips shut, allowing a sweet and fulfilling moment’s peace to fill the peace of your wagon. Satisfied with the outcome of your thinly veiled threat, you primed yourself to enjoy the sudden quiet, until a sharp jab to your ribs and in turn a gasp of pain racing from your mouth caused said silence to be ripped into a thousand pieces. You couldn’t help but pant whilst curling around yourself, the pain of your unborn child’s foot making harsh contact with your ribs radiating unrelentlessly, and it promptly sent your three wives’ into a tizzy.

“Y/N-chan, are you alright?” Hinatsuru, being the closest to you, wrapped a protective arm around your curved back, her other hand coming to land worriedly on your arm.

Tears threatened to fall from your (e/c) eyes, a distressed whimper slipping from your lips. “Big kick!”

A calloused yet well-manicured hand began to rub your right calf in comfort and you looked up just slightly to see Makio kneeling before you, a look of concern sitting on her beautiful face. “Slow and easy breaths, just like that. Good, Y/N-chan.”

They had experienced a fair share of these debilitating moments with you since your triumphant reunion, forced to watch you suffer whilst they did everything in their power to comfort you. Times such as these forced you to remember the bitter wisdom Enna-san had given you upon your departure from Oshika, the midwife wearing a grim face amidst her farewell.

“It is best to remain vigilant of your state of being, Ahmya-san. The baby’s current size already does not bode well for your small stature.” The worn but soothing hands of Enna-san grasped your hands with worried passion. “If they happen to grow much larger, it could prove to be disastrous for the both of you.”

Her truth of her words grew heavier with each passing day, as did the growth of your child. You were quiet in your worry about the upcoming delivery, the risks bearing laboriously on your mind. The size difference between you and your husband was drastic, Tengen being an entire foot and a half taller than your meager 4’11” and far larger than you could ever dream to be in terms of body mass, though your frame was nothing less than durable to say the least. Your fellow wives’ were at least of average height, Hinatsuru and Suma standing at 5’2” while Makio was a mere inch taller, which left you as the smallest, something you both enjoyed and lamented over. Over time, the girls and Tengen himself gave witness to the largeness that seemed to be one of the hereditary traits of the Uzui clan, all being of strong stature and even greater heights. It was only natural for your unborn child to take after your father, though this did not bode well for you, a woman of a family that were average if not small sized people. You had taken after your mother in your height, becoming the shortest of your family upon her untimely death, and with your father’s standard height of 5’5”, you truly had no genetic hope of being of normal height yourself. The tallest in your family, the twins Chimon and Chikao, stood at the fair height of 5 '7'' according to their correspondences to you over the years, the pair only being 5’2” upon your last time seeing them. All of you had been smaller back then, before your father began to shred your already fraying family to pieces until only you, poor unmarriable Y/N remained.

“We’re nearly to the Uzui estate, ma’ams!”

Slowly, you were able to return to your full sitting height, a wave of nerves washing over at the coachman’s damning words. “I think they can tell that we're near home, they’ve been becoming more restless with every passing hour.”

In a blur of movement, Suma joined Makio on the floor of the wagon, giving your stomach a stern glare. “You better behave in there! No more hurting Y/N-chan, ya got that?”

“Are you seriously threatening our unborn child?” A drop of sweat rolled down Makio’s face, her face glancing at the blue-eyed woman with contempt before promptly smacking the back of her head, in turn causing Suma to cry. “Just how stupid are you?!”

“WAAAAAHHHHHH!!!”

Hinatsuru exasperatingly shook her head at the two and turned to you, fresh concern blooming on her face. “Has the pain subsided?”

“For now. Hopefully they’ll settle down when we arrive.” You shot her a tired smile, moving your hands to cup your under belly.

Silence filled the wagon, all three wives bearing varying degrees of emotions in not only their facial features but their body language as well. All of you would be filthy liars if you said that you were excited to be returning home; in fact, the only reason why you hadn’t jumped out of the back of the wagon six miles back was because you know that no good would come from delaying the inevitable. That your wives’ wouldn’t allow you to do something like that in your current state.

Still, each of you had a cross to bear in this situation. Suma was disappointed and upset, whilst Makio was simply furious with the man’s poor decisions, and Hinatsuru, ever the sweet soul, had grown painfully bittersweet. You yourself were embroiled in hefty emotions, fear and anxiety clashing deafeningly within your question-filled mind. Once Tengen saw the state you were in, would he regret you outright or would he tolerate you till the baby was born then cast you out? You feared so many things when it came to Tengen, something that had never occurred until that accursed evening that you berated yourself over so many times over the past months that you had lost count. Yet, a tiny part of you believed, no, begged that Tengen would welcome you with shocked but open arms, that he would hold you close while feeling the child within you toil about in your womb.

What a miracle that would be.

“We’ve arrived, young ladies!”

‘Kami, give us strength.’

Peering beyond the tarp covering, you caught sight of the place you had woefully thought you’d never see again, a flutter of contentment surging through you at seeing newly bloomed flowers decorate the walls of the estate alongside the ever drooping wisteria trees.

“Y/N-chan, are you ready?”

Your attention snapped to the back of the wagon, where Hinatsuru and Makio waited patiently for you with outstretched hands, Suma already having vacated and standing at the ready a mere foot away. The violet-eyed kunoichi moved forward to assist you in standing to your feet, a task that had only grown more difficult with the growth of your child, and she carefully led you over to the surprisingly patient and cautious Makio.

“Easy, Y/N-chan. Don’t strain yourself!”

With the efforts of your three wives, they managed to ease you out of the wagon and onto the solid ground of the dirt road below, a soft moan escaping you at having to stand for the first time in hours.

“Wait right here, alright? I’m going to pay the driver.” Hinatsuru swiftly disappeared from sight as she went around the corner of the wagon to where the driver was perched on his bench, their words faint but lively enough to hear the remnants of.

Looking at your two remaining wives, you quickly took note of Suma’s frown visage, something clearly bothering the youngest of the kunoichi. “Suma, are you alright?”

She didn’t even bother to look at you, a rare look of seriousness shadowing her typically cheery features. “He should have appeared by now.”

Makio and you knew who she was talking about in an instant, it was hard not to, and before you could say a word, the doors of the front gate slammed upon with a resounding boom. The force behind the sound proved to be quite powerful, enough that both doors hung limply from their mutilated hinges and in the midst of the chaos stood-.

In your travels, your wives had described the amount of damage Tengen had endured following his fight with Upper Six Moon, a battle that had left a majority of the Entertainment District in shambles and your husband without his left eye and hand. However, none of their descriptions could have prepared you for the sight before you.

Tengen, for as long as you had known the man, had been all but obsessed about his outward appearance and physique. He trained daily not only for his occupation but for his own satisfaction, just as you did gardening and sewing. However, it seemed that your abrupt separation had not only taken its toll on you and the girls but your husband as well.

His once pristine and well kept hair was greasy and stringy, hanging limply around his tired face, an state you rarely saw him in if ever. The kimono he was wearing was loose fitting and not exuberant at all, clashing distastefully with the jewels adorning his eye patch, something that the Tengen you knew would never stand for. His one remaining eye was frantic, a singular fuchsia colored iris glancing around in search of something until suddenly, it came to stop on you.

The already tense air grew thicker somehow, making it almost impossible to breathe, your gazes never leaving each other’s. It felt as if you were drowning, the sea of sorrowful hesitation and shame in his eye so damning that you wanted to soothe your husband as his worries; you could only imagine what Tengen saw in your eyes, perhaps the turmoil you had been experiencing since you took off without a single word. He must have seen something, for heart wrenching guilt welled in his eye, tears coming to grace the brim of his lower eyelid. Before either of you could even muster the strength to create a sound, Makio and Suma were standing in front of you with discouraging glares, the pair hiding all but your head from Tengen’s limited view.

Had he seen-?

Before he could confirm your suspicions, Hinatsuru was moving in front of him with her hands raised in placation, the kunoichi saying something that must have caught his attention, his eye snapping over to her person. A waiver of weakness overran the man, you could see it from across the road, and he simply stood there dejected and despondent, similar to that of a lost puppy. His lips quivered, his only remaining hand raising as if to object to something Hinatsuru said, but it halted halfway in a sense of defeat you had never seen your husband be in. Whilst he wilted, Hinatsuru turned her attention to the three of you, giving your two wives a knowing look before returning her gaze to Tengen, saying something that had the man’s face turning red with frustration.

His gaze returned to you, still pained but in need as well, a suffocating longing panting his features just as yours did the same, though you were still on edge at the mere sight of him. You should be angry with him, furious even, but for some reason, your temper was meager embers of discontent. Instead, you felt as if you were drowning within yourself, your heart and lungs aching because this was the you had–no, still loved, the one that treated you like a queen in all but one awful moment. That moment had left you questioning everything for so long, whether you had been selfish, what could you have done differently, why had he reacted so harshly? Such questioning left you heavy hearted and your mind wandering aimlessly through fields of thoughts and scenarios.

Why Tengen?

Tears brimmed in your eyes at his distraught, wanting to comfort the man, but you knew that you deserved more. He had done wrong to you, all those around you these last months had said so, and such wrongs had pushed you to leave in shambles and to endure your unexpected pregnancy alone. Your current condition had been the topic of ire that evening, the one that had destroyed everything you and Tengen had built together, and you feared your return would be all for not when he realized you were carrying the child he didn’t want. Was forgiveness even an option in this case? Possibly, but how could you trust him again? How could you believe that he actually would love this child rather than simply tolerate it to appease everyone? That was no life you wanted for your baby nor for yourself and if that were the case, you’d rather leave right now than waste your time. Yet, as his wife, you vowed to remain with him in sickness and in health.

What a dilemma of morals you found yourself to be in this beautiful, sunny afternoon.

~~ The End? ~~

A/N: This particular series has ended but more awaits. The story will continue in "Baby Maybe?", which happens to be the last story of the previous followers event. That said, I'm looking for a beta reader so I can churn pieces out faster! Let me know through private messaging if you're interested!

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