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look at this picture of Hijikata lovingly gazing at his future husband Kondo, who is playing with their future troublesome son Okita

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I know many don't feel anything for Kondou but papa!Kondou but I think he'd be a great lover/husband too. Upon this, may I request any fluff headcanons, and perhaps nsfwish, for Kondou and his s/o? He's such a lovely dork. Thank you in advance!

oh yes, Kondou definitely would be a great husband too! hes such a good guy after all!

He is a little clueless about the whole relationship thing so he messes up a lot, but his feelings are genuine.

He almost always forgets anniversaries and other important dates, no matter how hard he tries to remember them. It’s just impossible. He feels so bad every single time and it’s hard to be mad at him. He’s too adorable.

He is actually quite proper and public displays of affection don’t come easy for him. Even holding his hand or kissing his cheek will make him blush and be flustered when it’s in public.

Sometimes he makes sure there’s nobody around and takes you in his arms, enjoying how nice and soft you feel against him.

He often mentions how adorable and special you are. Most of time it includes him patting your head gently.

When you’re upset or mad, he gets really awkward and his attempts to apologize/cheer you up usually consist of giving you sweets and telling you how much he cares about you and loves your smile and asking what he can do for you.

He may be a little dorky in the romance area, but one thing for sure: he will always protect you. If there’s something wrong that he can fix, if you are in any danger, really, anything, he will do everything in his power to protect you. When he tells you “I love you” it’s not just a confession of feelings, it’s a warrior’s promise, one he’ll uphold even if he has to put his life on the line.

If somebody hurt you or upset you, he would be ready to gently wipe off your tears and kiss your forehead, and then have the whole Shinsengumi go fuck that person up.

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As for nsfw-ish area, he’s a rather passionate lover, showing you affection with actions, not words. He takes great care to make you feel comfortable and to please you just the right way.

He talks a lot while making love to you, both asking you how you feel and how you want to be touched, and also telling you how he feels. It’s important for him to feel connected to you in many ways!

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tfw u have terrifying levels of gay dedication

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Pairing: Established Kondo/Hijikata Rating: M Summary: There’s a certain topic that haiku-man enjoys writing about most of all…and a certain individual who equally enjoys inspiring it. Hakuouki. [AO3]

Muse

Hijikata writes poetry about all kinds of things, like…how warm morning sunlight sparkles and the way lace butterfly wings flit about the garden primroses. He writes about how the colors of dusk bleed up at the horizon to sweep across a canvas sky, and the piquant scent which emanates from an armful of freshly gathered herbs.

Sometimes his poetry is about a different kind of nature: human. His brush wavers to a rhythm that sketches the agony of war and the regret of loss and the torment of subsequent loneliness. Sometimes his words paint just the opposite, with ink blots blooming portraits of camaraderie and victory, of loyalty and what it’s like for a soul to be bound by the ribbons of fathomless affection.

When he writes of that last subject it’s clear there’s a perpetual muse in mind, for those pieces carry a striking sense of captivation not found in his other work. They bear a very particular, very consistent caliber of emotion: raw and strong, and only the gods know how that much feeling can be compressed into just a handful of words.

The few with the privilege of seeing Hijikata’s writing never ask for clarification about who he thinks of while authoring these tiny masterpieces; even if they did, he surely wouldn’t confess…but one doesn’t spend years living alongside another without learning a few things on the way.

So, Kondo stays quiet and bates his breath, peruses what he’s come to realize is the result of his influence…then simply lets his lips twitch upward and eventually settles on saying, “It’s beautiful.”

He goes no further than that; feigns ignorance so Toshi will continue to believe that he has no idea these haiku are about him–if only so he’ll keep writing more and more:

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Pairing: Established Kondo/Hijikata Rating: M Summary: A meditation on where they’ve been and where they’re going–on Hijikata’s promise to make Kondo the most esteemed samurai and one that Kondo makes in return. Hakuouki verse, Kat-chan POV, written to this. [AO3]

tl;dr: They love each other a lot and Reimeiroku is a gift

The Listener

Beneath a blanket of celestial glitter he stood with his arm ghosting beside mine, while fireflies sparkled gold in the distance and a gentle breeze feathered whispers against our skin. We stared out at the endless rhinestone sky, listening as if the stars could speak and we could decipher their words.

I heard them.

I know it sounds irrational, like a consequence of being caught up in the emotions of a significant occasion, but I swear there was a promise somewhere in those points of light. And when it reached me, my breath hitched. Inspiration swelled like a wayward seed taking root in my chest, and the feelings which bloomed from it swept over in waves: first awe, then determination, then resolve.

On that serene night filled with cricket song, I’d become convinced our names would one day be written in stellar ink on that astral tapestry…that the stories of our past, our present, our future–the stories of us–were destined to be immortalized there.

Someday, someone would know our names. They would recount all we’d done and all we’d achieved, and those tales would inflame the heartbeat of generations treading the footprints we left behind.

Staring off unblinking beyond the horizon, I’d never been more convinced than then that it mattered, everything we managed to accomplish so far. Our dreams were admittedly absurd, our desires just as unattainable; even we laughed at them, yet…here, two men from Tama, stood together in samurai dressage on Kyoto soil, bathed in starlight and moonbeams and purpose.

It mattered. We mattered. A difference had already been made and this was only just the beginning.

That’s when Toshi spoke.

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…in…the way….of what???

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i just finished hijikata’s route and this is one of my fave cg of him! ill probably stop playing this game and just continue when edo blossoms released ´ ▽ `

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Fever

//Cont’d from here// 

The smile startled him as he turned, and the rice bowl he’d been carrying, clattered noisily against the tea cup and tray, he had not expected Kondo to have awoken so soon. 

“What are you smiling at?” Was his disgruntled inquiry, annoyed to have been caught so visibly off-guard.

Little things such as basic human reaction, responses that were well out of his control, had a tendency to embarrass him. Hijikata Toshizo worked hard to maintain a steady composure on a daily basis, something he felt invoked a certain severity about his character, which people took seriously and respected. When minor slip ups occurred, fear and affection, Toshi would become flustered and impulsively try to cover it up with irritability and snide remarks. 

Necessary misdirection. 

His harsh gaze suddenly fixated on the sweat beading at Kondo’s brow and his chest swelled with concern. He took a few deliberate steps forward and as he bent a knee, he mindfully set the tray down, instead of casting it aside. One hand took hold of his Commander’s jaw, while the other swept over his forehead, pressing palm to heated skin before turning his hand to graze Kondo’s warmed cheeks with his knuckles.

“It’s gotten worse.” Hijikata muttered to himself and both hands cupped over Katchan’s ears and then traveled down the length of his throat. He cursed under his breath and hurried back to the door, throwing the shoji open and yelling into the corridor, “Mitsu!” He shouted, “MITSU! BRING WATER AND A WASH CLOTH!”

There was an alarmed squeak, “ye-yes, sir!” in response, followed by the sound of hurried feet across lengthy floorboards.

Toshi then returned to Kondo’s side and he drew back the kakebuton covering him, “I need to strip you.” It was more of a courtesy than a request as he proceeded to pull at the dampened yukata layers.         

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