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Pairing: Tengen Uzui x reader

Content warning: mentions of blood, assault, and swearing.

Word count: 1k words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: Tengen saves his creative future wife. (Y’all I hate summaries- I’m finna cut them as a whole

This is a request for @iheartmyselff!

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You are a skilled woman who works in the red district, it was a risky lifestyle, but it was where the best business was. You ran away from your abusive husband, which led you to be all alone without money. You refused to accept that life, so you did what you were always raised to do.

Your family were a very rare kind, they mastered many skills, so they could always adapt to their environment. Your family got falsely accused of treason, which warranted death. They were all slayed before your eyes, you were told to hide, so you did just that..

You were currently walking down an alley to get home, when you felt a sinister aura behind you. You quickly turned around welding a gun, you saw a man with a smirk on his face.

“Get the hell back!” You growled taking steps back, he just chuckled as he started to walk toward to slowly toward you, you were quick to pull the trigger, but he didn’t fall.

You continued to shoot your gun, hoping that it would kill the guy, yet he continued to laugh and walk toward you. “What the hell..” you whispered to yourself, before deciding to turn around and try to book it.

You ran as fast as you could, refusing to turn around. You through that you didn’t hear footsteps behind you, you were gravely mistaken.. the demon grabbed you tossing you into the building with inhuman strength. “Where are you going?” He asked looking down at you sobbing.

You just looked up at the “man” defeated with tears streaming down your face, it felt like your husband all over again… as he stepped closer to you, his head was suddenly on the ground.

Your eyes widened as you looked at the man’s head disappear into thin air, “are you okay? Why is a woman as flamboyant as you alone at this time?” A man beamed from beside you.

You snapped your head to the voice, you looked at the muscular man that was walking toward you with a sword on his shoulder. You trembled as you raised your arms to block your face, scared of what was to come.

“I’m not going to do anything to you..” he spoke crouching down beside you, trying to examine your wounds. Each touch would result in a flinch from you, along with a whimper.

He gently pulled your arms away from your face, so he could look you in the eyes. As soon as your eyes met his maroon eyes; you felt safe.

You let him take you into his chest, as you sobbed into his chest, refusing to let go. “I’ll get you somewhere safe dear..” was all you heard before you blacked out.

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When you woke up, you were on a futon. You sat up, wincing in pain. You looked at your now wrapped arm and torso, you didn’t realize the extent of the injuries you had until now.

When you went to stand up, but you fell asleep it’s a loud thud. You whimpered holding your stomach, when the door opened. “Are you okay?” A woman with long black hair asked, rushing over to you with great concern.

You looked at the woman confused as she checked you, “let’s get you up, there’s some food out there for you.” She spoke with a smile, helping you stand.

When you walked out of the room you were smacked with a delicious aroma, you leaned on the woman as the two of you walked out to the kitchen.

There was two other woman sitting with the man who saved you, you were naive to think that he didn’t have a wife. The man was silently enjoying his food when he noticed you walking into the room.

“How are you feeling love?” The man asked with a smile looking up at you, “terrible..” you whispered looking down at the ground. “You’re welcome to say with us, the red district is no place for a flamboyant woman like yourself.” He spoke, finishing the food infront of him.

“I don’t want to burden you..” you whispered looking around for your stuff. “You wouldn’t! We need more girls here!” The woman with the black hair spoke with a squeal. The woman that was helping you stand helped you sit by the other woman with two brown strips in her hair, they were all undeniably beautiful.

“These are my wives; Suma, Makio, and Hinatsuru. I’m Tengen Uzui, the sound hashira. It would be a pleasure to have you as my wife, but you don’t have to.” He spoke standing up to get some food.

“I have your clothes and bag right here! I was washing your clothes, and I kept your bag next to it!” Hinatsuru beamed walking back into the room.

Makio slid you a bowl of food with a smile, “thank you all… if I won’t be burdening you, I will stay, but if you want to kick me out at anytime please do…” you whispered before you began to eat.

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After getting situated, you sat on the deck taking in the starts in the night. Living in the red district you don’t get such beautiful sights.

The door opened behind you, but you didn’t care, you didn’t feel the need to have your guard up here.

“How do you like it here?” Tengen asked from beside you, as he sat down on the deck beside you. “It’s so beautiful here..” you whispered partly to yourself, still in awe by the sight.

“That’s not the only thing that’s beautiful here..” he spoke admiring you, taking in ever feature of your face. “What do you mea- oh..” you spoke as you turned your head to meet his beautiful maroon eyes.

“Would you like to be my wife..” the man spoke hesitantly, not wanting to pressure you. You smiled, closing the space in between the two of you. It may have been moving quick, but the feelings you felt around him made you know it was real.

He chuckled when the two of you pulled away pulling you back into his toned chest that made you feel at home.

“Welcome home, Dear.”

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Pairing: Hotaru Haganezuka x reader

Content warning: Degrading, threatening w/ a knife, and physical alteration (both are very brief)

Word count: 629 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: Hotaru hears locals bashing you.

This is a request for @ultravioletqueen!

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Honestly want to make more about Hotaru..

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You live in the hidden swords village, you grew up there with you family. Your family has been known for making knifes, and smaller weapons to fight with. They’ve always believed that the small things matter just as much as the big things, you’ve mastered their techniques and you are among the best in your family.

Though your husband Hotaru praises your work, many make fun of your work. You can’t pretend to not know what’s being said, because they make it very obvious. Your husband doesn’t see it because he is always focused on you when he’s not working, but let me tell you when he first heard it.. it wasn’t good.

You and Hotaru are walking to go get some of his dango, when you heard a couple of men make fun of you as you walked by. “Look at that scum.. I’d be ashamed if I ever dedicated my time to something as stupid as knife making.” One of the man chucked, “I know! The smaller things don’t mean shit compared to the swords.” The other laughed. “She should be glad she has such a skillful husband, otherwise-“

The man was cut short by Hotaru grabbing the collar of his shirt, “what were you saying about my wife?” He asked glaring at the man. The man, obviously shocked, was speechless. You ran over to your husband and grabbed his toned arm, “Taru.. it’s okay..” you whispered looking at your husband through your mask.

He shook his head as he pulled out one of your best knifes, when you made your best knife you gifted it to the man, and put it the man’s throat. “If i ever hear you or any other person in the damn village speak about my wife like that ever again, I won’t stop.” He growled as he pressed the knife into his neck slightly.

The man shook while shouting, “okay! I understand!” You pulled your mask on your forehead as you pleaded with your husband, “Please! Stop! It’s not that serious Taru!” You shouted as you pulled the man’s arm.

He dropped the man as pulled your mask back down, “let’s go dear.” He grabbed your hand and laced his hands with you, squeezing your hand softly. “I’m sorry I lost my cool.. I can’t stand hearing them speak poorly about you..” he spoke looking down at his hand in yours.

“It’s okay.. it’s really not that serious babe..” you spoke as you swung the two of your hands back and forth. He stopped in his tracks, pulling you back to face him.

He pulled his mask up, looking at you. “I won’t ever let anyone speak poorly about you, you’re nothing less than a queen and I refuse to allow others to speak about you like that.” You felt tears fill your eyes as you lifted your own mask, you got on your tippy toes and places a kiss on the man’s lips. The two of you have shared many kisses throughout your relationship, but each kiss feels like the first time.

“Don’t cry beautiful, let’s go get some dango! It’ll cheer you up!” The man spoke as he pulled the both of your masks down, running toward the dango store. You giggled as you allowed the man to pull you along with him, you loved him more than he’d ever know.

When the two of you arrived at the dango store you ordered his favorite and went on your way, “let’s go home now, we got the dango.” He spoke with a smile under his mask while walking. “I’m sorry if I ruined your day…” you whispered feeling insecure about what happened earlier that day.

“How can you ruin my day, when you’re the best part of it.”

(Okay, this is mad short, so it’s possible I’ll come back and touch this one up.)

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