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selenacosmic · 1 year

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This is a bit funny but how would the warlords (+ Kennyo) react to learning that there were intruders while they were gone from their home only to found out that they got taken out by the Sengoku equivalent of the Home Alone traps, created by none other than MC?

Ohh this is really funny! Thank you for the request. Funnily enough, this reminds me of the home alone parody cybird made with Keiji.

Warlords being caught in MC’s traps accidentally.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

He isn’t one to be caught so easily by a trap, Nobunaga was always prepared in case someone tries catching him off guard. However… this was a bit unexpected to him.

He was just going to visit your room at night, nothing much (wink wink) but he was unexpectedly caught in one of your traps. It was a net that covered him completely, and it was hard to move in it. Nobunaga will feel both frustrated and embarrassed, he will convince you with Konpeito bribe to not mention this to anyone.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

Hideyoshi is used to telling you to be careful with the dangers of the world around you, always stay alerted. Well… you definitely became prepared with your traps. He will be visiting you just momentarily to see if you are alright, it was a bit late but it was precisely to make sure you were ok.

The moment he got in? Boom, a trap was triggered and sent a sandal flying towards him. His face was red, both from embarrassment and the sandal.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

He is another one that warns you to be careful, with the excuse of “I don’t want to have to protect you all the time”. Truth is, Ieyasu worries about you a lot and if you can handle yourself on your own. However, poor Ieyasu wasn’t expecting what was coming…

He was just walking through the corridor, when suddenly he slipped on something, making him fall on floor. Apparently you put a banana peel on the floor in front of your room at night for unwanted visitors and forgot to take it in the morning. Ieyasu was very annoyed and grumpy.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

The prankster? The one who enjoys teasing others and playing tricks at them? No way, there is absolutely no way he would fall for a trap… or is there? Truth be told, this was more about luck, Mitsuhide happened to see you preparing a trap in front of your room, and he needed to see it.

You will innocently suggest that he tries it, just to make sure it good. He will agree, it’s not like he would let such a silly trap get him- next thing he knows, Mitsuhide is on the floor, rope trapping his whole body. That… made him shocked.

Masamune Date.

This was also quite the surprise for Masamune, though he wouldn’t be angry about it. Here’s what happened, Masamune wanted to sneak a special dinner made only for you by him, he should be lucky that he didn’t spill any of it when he fell for your trap.

Apparently, there was a trigger near your door that, when stepped on, would make a small object hit the person’s head. Good to alert you to be prepared and slow whoever it is down. You ended up treating his head for him, luckily it wasn’t a big wound and it didn’t cause much damage.

Mitsunari Ishida.

Poor Mitsunari… even if your trap was safe from the warlords, he would fall for it anyway. This time it was because he was distracted, Mitsunari was reading a book while walking… which is already very dangerous. Somehow you managed to make a trap door in front of your room, but you were still testing it to make sure it would only activate when true intruders appeared.

Mitsunari ended up falling in it, luckily it wasn’t deep at all, but it made him fall. He would still be reading and would be surprised when he stops and look around. Just how did he get there?

Keiji

Ha! He is smart, Keiji wouldn’t easily fall for traps, you could never fool him with your traps. Yet… here he is, tied upside down on a tree branch. He will not be smiling at you when you find him and release him from the trap.

Just for that, you are in for some punishment, which is revenge! Just you wait, Keiji will think of a way to pay you back.

Ranmaru Mori.

Ranmaru is a skilled ninja, so naturally he is used to avoiding traps. This one will be very silly when compared to the other traps though. You will try to catch him, using peaches as bait.

It’s the famous trap box with a bait underneath it, but with a big box. It looked way too obvious when Ranmaru saw it, he giggled at it and played along. “Kyaa, you got me!” Will be his reaction, just to make you happy that you got him. Besides, he got peaches as rewards.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Trapping him is both easy and difficult. There are many ways you can get his attention, but it shouldn’t be forgotten that kenshin trains his ninjas, he knows every trick to avoid and get out of traps. The best trap to catch him off guard would be the attack type.

Try using triggers that, if he steps on, will release objects in his direction. Even if he falls for these traps, kenshin will be fast to take his sword and cut any objects that is thrown at him.

Shingen takeda.

Falling for traps? Unless shingen wants to, he wouldn’t just fall this easily for traps. He does find your traps adorable, and even gives you advises on how to improve them. He also trains his own ninjas, which is why he wouldn’t fall for any traps.

So, imagine his surprise when he tried taking a few sweets on the kitchen and got caught in a trap. He will be completely trapped with rope, the sweets will likely fly onto him as punishment. Though considering how tall he is, the sweets would only manage to hit his chest. What a waste of pastries… or maybe not.

Yukimura Sanada.

Trapping him will be pretty fun, Yukimura would accidentally get caught up in one of your traps and bicker endlessly with you about it. Apparently, he was up early in the morning and was heading to the training grounds for an early morning workout, only to fall and end up trapped in one of your traps.

It was a hole in the ground that was covered as a disguise, it was not deep so he didn’t get hurt, but it also kept him there for a while, he had to make a fuss to get someone’s attention for help.

Sasuke.

Sasuke loves traps, as a ninja he has tried many different kinds of traps, and has installed many of them in the ceiling of Kasugayama. Since he knows them, it’s obvious that he wouldn’t get caught in them. Little did he know that you also went to the ceiling and planted your own traps.

Everyone in the castle could only hear loud noises from the ceiling, not understanding what it was. Later, you will find Sasuke getting out from the ceiling in your room, covered in small spikes. Nothing deadly but it still hurts.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

Yoshimoto would be angry… he would hate it if he got dirty or if his clothes got messed up for being caught in one of your traps, and also because it’s too troublesome to deal with traps. Which is why a trap that includes getting him all dirty would make him… a bit mad.

He was just taking a stroll on the garden, wanting to look at the beauty of it, the flowers that were blooming, the river… he noticed a particularly strange flower. Yoshimoto will try to pull it, only to get hit by mud from your trap. You made it just for fun, but it got Yoshimoto really upset since it ruined one of his favorite kimonos.

Kanetsugu.

Oh… you should be careful with this one. If he sees fit to punish you for a trap, he will. Kanetsugu knows that you do it only for protection, but what if lord kenshin gets caught up in these?! He will have his point proven when he gets caught up in one of your traps, apparently it was a trap that, if triggered, would throw a bucket with water at the person.

He will be wet from head to toe, his arms crossed as he looked at you. Yeah… you were in for lots of nagging.

Lone forces.

Kennyo.

Kennyo understand your need to make traps in case someone tries invading them, but wouldn’t it be too dangerous? What if innocent people got caught up in them? He will notice this when he accidentally gets caught up in you. It was a net on the floor that, the moment you step on it, would suddenly trap the person in it. He got spooked at first, but managed to release himself by cutting the rope.

This trap could be dangerous for animals too… Kennyo will talk with you about it and how you should tone down with the traps.

Kichou.

He wouldn’t judge you for having traps, you shouldn’t trust him or anyone else. But he might scold you a bit if he gets caught up in one of them. The trap was a little dangerous, it would send small spikes if the trap was triggered, this was designed specially for enemies.

Kichou will easily avoid the spikes, easily deactivating your trap. He will find the idea interesting though.

Motonari Mouri.

Traps, huh? He likes them occasionally, but Motonari prefers to be more straightforward, he only uses them on elaborate plans. He will wonder what kinds of traps you can make with that head full of flowers. If he got caught up in one of them… he might get made.

Motonari was almost hit by a sandal when he opened the door to your shared room, though he quickly caught it. He will give you a glare… and then comes the punishment, a good smack on the butt should teach you. Even if it was by accident.

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writingwhimsey · 9 months

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All's Fair In Love & War- Nobunaga Ch. 33

I woke in the morning, my side still killing me, but my fever finally broken. Nobunaga was still beside me, his arms holding me close. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest and the steady beat of his heart by my head. These were things I would never take for granted after I came so close to losing him.

I lay there a moment, just appreciating how peaceful he looked while sleeping. Appreciating every breath he took and every beat of his heart. I sent up a silent thank you to whatever deity may exist above for allowing me to stop his death…for allowing me to have more time with the man I loved.

It was while I was gazing at him, i noticed the collar of his robe having gotten a bit disheveled from sleep. Gingerly I reached my hand forward, wanting to straighten it for him. Just as my fingers brushed against his neck, I felt his hand on mine and I was soon staring into those carnelian eyes…eyes that didn’t look particularly pleased at the moment.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked me, fully awake.

I blinked in confusion. “I was just going to straighten your collar.”

“There is no need.” He replied.

It was then that I remembered in the fire when I had gone to check the pulse point at his neck how that had woken him. “Do…do you not like your neck being touched?”

Nobunaga looked away, his cheeks appearing to turn a bit red. “I…it…it tickles.”

I had to bite back a giggle. Who knew the Devil King was ticklish?

“This is no laughing matter.” Nobunaga said, his voice authoritative.

I did my best to calm my laughter, though I knew my eyes betrayed me…not to mention I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. “You’re rather adorable Nobunaga.”

This only seemed to vex him more. “You are free to touch me anywhere…except my neck and ears.”

“Oh, so two of the places you love to shower in affection on me are off limits for you?” I teased.

“That’s right.” Nobunaga replied, then a devilish grin came to his face. He moved quickly and the next thing I knew he was over me, pinning me down by my wrists. “And I shall make sure you do not share this information with anyone else or use it against me.”

I felt my heart fluttering as I looked up at him. Then I gave him my own grin. “You know…I can get out of this.”

Nobunaga grinned at me. “Is that so?” He asked, his eyes challenging me.

“If I wanted to, that is.” I replied, grinning back at him.

“Do you mean to tell me this is how you wanted the morning to go?” He asked me.

“Can you think of a better way to wake up?” I asked.

Nobunaga chuckled as he leaned down, his face just centimeters above mine. “I just need to check something first.” He said, before kissing my forehead. “It appears your fever has finally broken.”

His words brought a fresh wave of love over me.

He let go of one of my wrists, bringing his hand to trail lovingly down my injured side. “How is your pain?” He asked.

“Tolerable.” I answered. “How are you feeling?” I asked, though Ieyasu had examined him and found nothing wrong, I still couldn’t help but to worry. He had been in that fire for a while.

“I am perfectly fine.” Nobunaga answered, his fingertips playing with the ties that held my robe on. “As long as you are fine I am…seeing you in pain is worse than my own.”

I lifted my newly-freed hand to cup his face. “I feel the same way about you…and last night…it was too close…”

I was cut off by Nobunaga’s lips on mine. I returned his kiss, our tongues moving together to deepen the kiss. He released my other hand so that I was free to hold him and he was free to hold me. Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, the heat spreading between us even through our clothes.

We began to untie each other’s clothes…and just as things were getting extra steamy, the tent flap opened. “Oh my….DO YOU TWO HAVE ANY IDEA HOW CLOSE YOU BOTH CAME TO DYING LAST NIGHT?!”

Nobunaga and I broke our kiss, turning to see Ieyasu having entered the tent, Hideyoshi, and Jiro behind him. Ieyasu had surprisingly been the one to reprimand us.

“Are we going to have to separate you two, my lords?” Jiro asked.

“It may be the only way to make sure they don’t overdo it.” Hideyoshi agreed.

Though I could feel my cheeks heating up at them all having walked in on us like this, I still couldn’t help but to feel annoyed…and a little anxious at the idea of being separated from Nobunaga. Of course…Nobunaga must have felt the same way as I felt his arm tighten around me…and neither of us had moved despite our audience.

My gaze turned to my love and he was looking back at me. We shared a look before glaring at the others. “Hideyoshi, Jiro, are you really trying to give your lords orders?” Nobunaga asked, his tone challenging.

Hideyoshi seemed to stammer a moment. “O-of…course not, my lord…it’s just one of the things a good vassal does includes looking out for your health…”

“And when your lord is good at ignoring her pain to not appear weak, you get used to trying to make her slow down.” Jiro added, not nearly as flustered as Hideyoshi.

“I know my body better than anyone. I’m the one living in it. I know my limits even when I’m injured.” I countered.

“What is with all the shouting going on?” Sato asked as she came in…then she took note of the position Nobunaga and I were in and a grin broke out across her face. “Oh, I see everything now.”

“Why do you look like you support this?” Jiro asked Sato.

“You do realize they both almost died last night, right?” Ieyasu asked Sato, his tone exasperated.

Sato’s grin only widened further. “And that is exactly why I am in support of our lords doing as they please.” She said. She was then turning to wink at me and Nobunaga.

“Yeah, well we have to be getting ready to leave.” Ieyasu said.

“Yes we do, so there’s no time for all of that anyways.” Jiro agreed.

Nobunaga and I shared a look and I let out a sigh. I felt his lips on my forehead. “We shall continue this when we arrive back in Azuchi then and I shall lavish you in affection uninterrupted.” He said, grinning at me, causing my heart to race.

I smiled at him, though I decided to be a bit more challenging. “Azuchi?”

“Yes, it is closer and you are injured. You shouldn’t be traveling too far just yet.” Nobunaga replied, his fingers gently grazing my cheek.

“Fair point.” I replied, enjoying the touch of his hand. “I guess, I can return with you.”

Nobunaga grinned. “And when you need to return to your territory, I shall come with you.”

I felt my heart rate picking up once again. Honestly…I didn’t want to be separated from him if I could help it…and it appeared he felt the same way. It was nice to know we were on the same page.

“Ugh, can you two please stop it already.” Ieyasu grumbled. “And can you also save all of this lovey-dovey crap for when you’re alone?”

“It is a little much.” Hideyoshi agreed. “And when we return to Azuchi you should both rest.”

“We’ll probably have to separate them.” Jiro said.

“You’re all too much of worrywarts, now come on. Let's give them some privacy so they can get ready.” Sato said, grabbing Hideyoshi and Jiro by the collar to drag them out of the tent. “Ieyasu, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll come, too.”

Ieyasu let out a grumble before exiting the tent.

Nobunaga and I looked at each other. “It seems we should be getting up and ready.” I said.

“Yes…as I said, we’ll continue this when we return.” He told me with a grin before placing a light kiss on my lips.

We untangled ourselves from each other and got ready to head out. When we exited the tent, our men were moving quickly to take it down. Soon the hastily assembled camp was taken down and there were already arrangements being made for the monks of the temple to lodge elsewhere while the temple was reconstructed. We all ate some breakfast Masamune had prepared before we were getting ready to depart.

Sato bowed to me. “I’ll return when I have something to report, my lord.” She said.

“Thank you and make sure you take care of yourself.” I told her.

She smiled. “I always do.” She said. She was then leaning in to whisper to me. “And you make sure you enjoy yourself.” She was then giving me a wink before she headed off.

The rest of us were ready to head off soon, back to Azuchi. Nobunaga had already mounted his horse and came over to me, holding out his hand.I looked up at him, a playful smile on my face. “You know I have my own horse.”

“Yes, but you should ride with me.” He replied.

Ieyasu was letting out a sigh. “While I am not looking forward to watching you two flirt, you really should ride with Nobunaga.” He said. “With an injury like that you’re in no condition to ride on your own.”

“You should ride with me, my lord.” Jiro said, surprising me. “Lord Ieyasu is right…and I really do think…”

At Jiro’s words, I placed my hand in Nobunaga’s and allowed him to pull me up into the saddle in front of him. “YOU do not tell your lord what to do.” I reminded him with a pointed look.

“You pick the strangest times to remind me of that.” Jiro replied, narrowing his eyes at me.

Masamune and Mitsuhide were laughing. Hideyoshi was giving Jiro a sympathetic look.

“Let us be off.” Nobunaga said, snapping the reins and then we were leading everyone back to Azuchi. As we rode, Nobunaga gave me a light kiss to the nape of my neck, causing a shiver to go down my spine.

“I still don’t think it’s fair.” I said, giving him a look.

“What is that?” He asked, grinning at me.

“You can lavish my neck with all these kisses and I can’t go near yours.” I replied.

Nobunaga gave me a glare for a moment before a devilish grin broke out across his face. “That is the way it is. I never claimed to be a fair man.” He replied, peppering more kisses over the side of my neck, one arm moving to wrap securely around my waist, pinning my body against his.

I sucked in a breath even as I fought to keep from letting out a moan. While some PDA didn’t bother me too much…there was something about getting THIS affectionate in front of all of our men, not just the closest ones… of course there was also something a bit thrilling about it all too.

“Ugh…” Ieyasu grumbled.

Hideyoshi let out an awkward cough while Jiro was clearing his throat. I just hoped that I wasn’t reduced to a puddle by the time we reached Azuchi. Nobunaga’s love tended to have that effect on me.

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not-krys · 11 months

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[Repost] Nurture-Houki

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Notes: Incomplete, fluff, pregnancy

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"It… should be …there. I think." Houki looked up at the tall shelf, her quarry a leather-bound book on one of the upper tiers. She tilted her head, mentally judging the distance from her feet on the floor to her desired book, teasing her at the height above her head.

A natural solution to her problem would be to use the nearby stool, logical, something anyone would conclude to do in her situation.

But, she couldn't use the stool to reach for her book. Five months ago, she would have done that without thinking and no one would have batted an eye. Now, however…

She laid a hand on her stomach, staring longingly at her prized book. Even with her layers of kimono and her larger form, there was still the hint of her growing middle that had nothing to do with Lord Masamune's good food and everything to do with those long nights spent in Mitsunari's strong arms. If her mother saw her now, the fit she would throw…

Another thought could be to go and find someone to get the book down for her. Her beloved Mitsunari would've loved to help, as would Lord Hideyoshi or Ranmaru without complaint. Lords Masamune and Mitsuhide would tease her horribly, and Lord Ieyasu would just refuse and walk away. And who asks the lord of the castle to get down a book for them? Certainly not her.

However, Mitsunari and Lord Hideyoshi were away on a mission so she couldn't ask them. She also didn't hear any passing footsteps outside, no servants or maids she could ask about Ranmaru's whereabouts, or for their help in getting the book down.

Unless she was willing to endure the merciless teasing of Lord Mitsuhide or Lord Masamune, she was alone in her endeavor.

She looked at the high shelf once again, putting her hands on her hips.

Well, nothing was ever accomplished without trying, after all, she thought to herself and walked close to the shelf, enough that she was nose to wood to it. She rose to the tips of her toes, using one hand as leverage and balance on the shelf, the other reaching skyward, her fingers just brushing the smooth, cool leather of her desired. Her belly pressed into a few spines and she could hear the crinkling of paper as it was pressed, but still she continued straining her arm for the book, feeling a tenderness developing in her shoulder and neck.

"Just… a little… further!"

She heard a few books hit the floor, but she continued reaching, slipping her fingers under the spine. She pulled herself inches taller by holding onto the shelf frame, lifting her leg behind her as if it would help her.

She blessed the founder of gravity as the book leaned precariously, tilted towards her. Houki smiled, released her grip on the shelf and held her arms out to catch the falling book.

In blessing gravity, however, she forgot to balance herself and she was falling backwards, also a victim of gravity like her book.

"Ah!" she squeaked, stumbling with her book in her arms.

"Careful!" a familiar voice called out, her body soon finding something solid. Not floor solid, but person solid, and strong arms circling her.

When Houki looked up, pushing her glasses up on her nose, she saw a familiar set of violet eyes and gray hair framing them.

"Mitsunari! You're back?"

"Only moments ago." Mitsunari smiled, helping her stand back on her feet. "The campaign was a complete success, so Lord Hideyoshi and I returned early. He's giving the report to Lord Nobunaga now."

"Shouldn't… you also be giving your report to Lord Nobunaga?"

"I couldn't wait to see you, so I asked Lord Hideyoshi if I could give mine later."

He looked at the book in her arms.

"A book of children stories?"

Houki felt her cheeks warming.

"It's… caught my eye for a while, ever since I noticed it a few days prior." She held the book closer to her chest. "It seemed a strange thing to be kept in the archives when it's mostly just inventory, battle histories, and medical texts here, so it made me curious."

"Lord Nobunaga does acquire some strange treasures every now and then." He reached for Houki's hand, locking pinkies with her as he pulled her closer, "perhaps it was misplaced and ended up here?"

"It's possible." Houki nodded, walking alongside Mitsunari, the other slowing his steps for Houki, as was his practice for some time now. "…but I would like read through it first before asking where it's supposed to be returned to."

Mitsunari smiled.

"A little naughty of you, Houki."

Her cheeks warmed again.

"I prefer to call it curiosity."

Mitsunari tightened his pinky on hers affectionately.

"I won't tell if you won't."

"Now whose being the naughty one?"

The two walked pinky in pinky until they reached his room, surrounded by the familiar piles of books and the singular desk by the wall. Mitsunari sat against the opposite wall, pulling Houki into his lap, his chin resting on her shoulder. Houki giggled.

"I'm out of practice when reading aloud, just so you know."

"I love the sound of your voice," Mitsunari replied, his hand cupping her belly, "and I'm sure they will as well."

Houki giggled again, opening the book to the first page.

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the12thnightproject · 1 year

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Chapter 21: Splish Splash and Chapter 22: Apologies, Said & Unsaid. Thanks to Mai and Yoshimoto, Katsu finally gets her bath, a spa day... and a heart to heart talk with... Kenshin?

Shingen x OC; Kenshin x MC (Mai)

Previous Chapter: here

Logline - Disguised as a boy, Katsuko finds herself working for Shingen, but her dangerous masquerade becomes difficult to sustain when she falls for the man with a fatal secret.

While the rain continued to pound on the walls, I gathered my things together in preparation for packing. Hopefully, the addition of the clothing Mai had made for “Katsu,” would fit in my saddlebags – I liked them too much to leave them behind.

Last night, my mind had whirled with images of what might have happened if I had stayed with Shingen. Eventually, I had collapsed my futon and, on my own, briskly taken care of a physical need that had nowhere to go, hoping the release would send me into slumber. Even after that, sleep had been fitful.

Every time I closed my eyes, I was haunted by the look on his face, the look I had put there. I needed to repair that damage, not for myself, but for him. An apology wouldn’t even be a butterfly bandage for that wound. Would it be easier on him if I simply disappeared, dropping a letter in my wake, one that absolved him of everything, that thanked him for being kind to “Katsu.”

At first, I thought to go back to Aki’s home in the mountains to spend the next few weeks penitently scrubbing floors and stripping willow bark for Fume’s medicinal tea, until a pre-dawn visit from the ceiling ninja gave me a better idea…

Sasuke had knocked softly, then hung upside down from the ceiling to let me know he and Yukimura had lost Iekane in the rain. “Don’t worry, though, we’ll keep looking.”

“Thanks. You two are the best.” I combed my fingers through my hair. Not that I thought Sasuke cared what I looked like, but my scalp itched. I’d never managed to fix my hair after getting drenched yesterday. “Do you know who was with him? There were three horses that left… yes?”

“According to the stablemaster, two Imagawa vassals went with him.” Sasuke swung back and forth from his perch and his glasses nearly dislodged from his head. He clapped his hand over them to keep them on his face.

Susumu’s information had been correct, then. The Imagawas, or at least some of them, were interested in Yoshiaki’s offer. “Do you think Iekane is headed to meet up with Yoshiaki?”

“If he was telling the truth about working with him, it’s a distinct possibility. If that is indeed the case, Yoshiaki is a figure that even Kenshin would hesitate to take on – unless he actively marched on Kasugayama. Kenshin would happily meet him on a battlefield, but Yoshiaki’s playground is court politics. Kenshin is not--” Sasuke cleared his throat. “A politician.”

No. There was still too much history, too much divine faith in the shogun to make an apparent unprovoked attack on him. In fact, it was unlikely that even someone as powerful as Nobunaga would make that sort of move without careful planning. However, a single person, a sneaky liar like myself, could probably insert herself into Yoshiaki’s orbit.

Sasuke hesitated a moment, then added, “I’m feeling rather embarrassed that I never realized, especially as it makes so much sense in hindsight.”

About Iekane? Oh, my disguise. “Look.” I grabbed my hair, yanked it down and behind my head, showing him how it changed the shape of my face when pulled that tightly. “Plus, some of it is basic theater tricks. I use ink to make my brows bushier too. Leather across here,” I gestured to my middle, “to even things out.” Again, I was slapped with the memory of Shingen untying that binding, his hands gentle on my …I shook my head. “Mai’s the only one who figured it out, so you’re in good company. I’m sorry for lying to you.”

“Why? I imagine you were safer dressed that way.” Sasuke, matter of fact, and logical as usual. “Alright, I’m getting a blood rush headache, so I’m off to my quarters.” He pulled himself back into the ceiling and was silently away.

Sasuke was good people… but he wasn’t aware of what had happened after he and Yukimura left to chase Iekane. I’d have to write a nice goodbye letter to him as well. And to Yukimura. Mai, I’d say goodbye to in person, I decided, and not just because I wanted to know what had happened with Kenshin after all that – mess – last night. And Yoshimoto? He and I needed to have a little talk before I left.

As it happened, Yoshimoto and Mai came to me before I had a chance to find them. I was rolling up my clothes, when I became aware of a rhythmic knocking on the door. It was nearly indistinguishable from the sound of the rain.

“Katsuko? Are you in there?” Mai sounded anxious.

Immediately after, I heard Yoshimoto’s voice. “I hope she isn’t.”

“I’m here – although I promise, I’ll be gone as soon as I’ve finished packing.” I slid the door open. “But I’m glad to see you because I need to ask how to fi-”

“That wasn’t what I meant,” Yoshimoto looked past me into the room with a frown.

“You can’t leave!” Mai said. She grabbed onto me with both arms, sort of a hug, sort of a cage. “I won’t let you! And if you plan to run away, I’ll have Kenshin throw you in the dungeon!”

What is it with these people and their dungeons?

“Mai, Kenshin is rubbing off on you in all the worst kind of ways.” Yoshimoto frowned at the damp and wrinkled clothing that was erupting from my pack. “There will be no talk of dungeons.”

“It’s a very nice dungeon,” she said, half to herself. “He rubs off on me in the best of ways too.”

“Do tell,” Yoshimoto said. He grabbed the ugly brown kimono and winced as if it had assaulted his eyes. Well. It probably had.

“No, don’t.” Apparently, they made up last night, and I hope he groveled. But I did not want to hear the details. I grabbed the kimono back from Yoshimoto. Yeah, it was ugly, but I might need it still.

Yoshimoto took my hand, enacting another European style bow over it. “What Mai is trying to say is that Kenshin is sorry for the events of yesterday and has extended an invitation for you to stay here as an honored guest, for as long as you wish.”

“Did he actually say all that?” I hadn’t ever heard him put more than six or seven words together at a time. I mean, I’m sure he could speak in paragraphs, but likely only to people he thought worth the effort.

“Loosely translated, yes,” Yoshimoto said. He grabbed the kimono again. “This is suitable only for kindling.”

“I can’t stay. I mean even if everyone wanted me to.” I reached for the kimono but Yoshimoto held it out of my reach. “I have an idea… and I need your help. Two Imagawa vassals left with Iekane last night.”

Looking pained, Yoshimoto closed his eyes. “I know.”

“They probably went to Yoshiaki.” Giving up on retrieving the brown kimono of doom, I made a show of shaking out the hakama I had worn yesterday. “Eventually Iekane may end up there as well. I’m guessing that you know where Yoshiaki is.”

I could find that out through other methods but asking Yoshimoto was faster.

“I do, but even if I told you where he’s staying, the information would be useless to you. You’ll get nowhere near Yoshiaki looking like that.” He eyed me from the top of my head to my feet. “Or, wearing this.” He flapped the kimono at me.

“That’s not very nice.” Mai frowned at him. “Katsuko is pretty no matter what she wears. Although, yes, that brown thing needs to be burned.”

“It doesn’t matter that she’s pretty.” Yoshimoto sat down on the futon and began unpacking my things. “I know Yoshiaki. He doesn’t see other people as people. Things. Tools. Animals. If you were a Princess… perhaps only then he’d admit you to his presence. He wouldn’t see you though. You’d still be a tool to him.”

“A princess?” A new idea, or rather a refinement to my first idea was taking shape. “What about… an… Imagawa Princess?” I could work with that. Aki had trained me in court manners. I hadn’t had use for court manners until now. But I could remember them. Probably. “Would you take me there? Between the two of us, we could figure out what he’s up to.”

Yoshimoto got up. He walked over to the window and stood there with his head bowed and shoulders slumped. “That is not a place – or a life- I ever wished to return to.” For a moment it looked like he was disappearing into himself, then he took a deep breath and turned back to me. “If I take you, you’ll need a completely new wardrobe.” He threw the kimono at me. “Not this. Not even the lovely kimonos Mai has been making for you.”

Mai shrieked. “Yoshimoto! That was supposed to be a surprise!” Then her eyes went wide. “I’ll get to make court clothing?”

“Er, Yoshimoto… how long is it going to take before you think I’d be ready?” Maybe the Princess idea was too complicated. This was beginning to sound like a project - an involved one if it included the kind of wardrobe fit for court. Without modern equipment, it could take Mai weeks to make just one elaborate multilayered kimono. I wanted to be on the road as of an hour ago.

“Mai?” Yoshimoto gave her a long look.

“If I put every seamstress in the castle on it and send out for some of the simpler things? Maybe I could have one kimono done in a month – though that’s if I worked late into the night.” She looked down at her hands and rubbed her knuckles.

No way Kenshin would allow her to work that hard. “I’ll have to go as Katsu then. I don’t have time.” Once again, I tried to roll up the brown kimono.

“No, if you’re going to do this, then you’ll need my help. I’ll acquire the outfits from a cousin – Mai could alter them and add embellishments, so they don’t look like they’ve been previously worn,” Yoshimoto said. “Two weeks. I’ll need that much time to prepare myself.” I had the impression he meant mentally prepare, not physically. Yoshimoto always looked elegant.

Internally I shuddered at the thought of awkwardly running into Shingen several times over the next two weeks, but the most efficient way to get to Yoshiaki, and by association, hopefully Iekane, was to go with Yoshimoto. “If I must.” I’d have to figure out how to avoid Shingen.

“Wonderful.” Mai took my arm and dragged me out into the corridor. “We have some fantastic plans.”

Plans? There were plans pre-existing my Yoshiaki plan? “Um, wait, what kind of plans, I really just want to stay in my room,” (and avoid running into Shingen).

“I know you’ve really wanted a real bath, a hot bath, and this time I will stand lookout at the bathhouse,” Mai said.

“After that, if you want to be presentable enough for Yoshiaki, I’m going to do something about your hair – I am certain I can make it look better.” From Yoshimoto’s tone, it could hardly look worse.

“And, since Yoshimoto spoiled my surprise, yes, I made a couple kimonos for you – actually, been making them since you got here, and I really hoped that I would have an occasion to give them to you,” Mai burbled on, happily talking about it being a fun challenge for her.

Apparently, I was getting a spa day.

“Here,” Mai said, as she presented a yukata and a packet of soap. “You can put this on after you bathe.”

“Wait.” I put my hand behind my back. “Is it safe? This isn’t, say, something you wore when Kenshin first realized he had feelings for you?”

She laughed. “I swear, no one has ever worn this. In fact, the fabric was sent to me from my friends in Azuchi, so Kenshin would likely be glad that I’m giving it to you.”

I handled the yukata like it was an unexploded bomb. “Still. Every time you’ve given me something fabric related; it’s all gone horribly wrong.”

“I don’t know,” she said as we made our way toward Kasugayama’s bath house. “I think the first time it went quite well.”

You would think so, Anastasia.

That reminded me… “Shingen seemed to believe that I had been waiting for him at the lake on purpose.” I hadn’t been, but had Mai arranged the encounter?

Mai understood my unasked question. “I swear, I had no idea.” She stopped for a moment. “He’s angry? I can’t imagine him angry at anyone, except for his longstanding hatred of Nobunaga.”

“He has a right to be.” I didn’t want to discuss it right then, so I pinged the conversation back to her. “You and Kenshin seem to have reached an understanding.” And again, I thought, that ought to have been an epic grovel on his part.

She looked down at her hands and twisted her fingers. “We talked, for a long time. And yes, I’m aware there are still some issues he and I need to work on.”

I considered that a major understatement, but… it’s not like I don’t have my own set of issues I need to work on. Glass houses, and all that. So, I didn’t comment other than to say, “Well, I’m happy for you, if that’s what you want.”

We dashed through the rain to the bath house, Mai peered inside. “Empty, as promised. Go forth and bathe.”

Not that I didn’t trust her (Who am I kidding? I did not trust her), but I double checked before I stripped down, then gratefully slipped into the wooden tub full of steaming water.

Oh bliss!

The heat felt lovely on my sore muscles and bruises, old and new. I leaned back and closed my eyes. In here, muffled by the steam, the sound of the rain on the roof was relaxing, and it was tempting to empty my mind and drift. I didn’t allow that though. I needed to have a plan in place for when I found Iekane again.

“Katsuko?” Mai’s voice floated through the wall, waking me out of my hazy half-sleep.

“Yes?”

“Nothing. You weren’t making any noise – I wanted to make sure you hadn’t drowned.”

“Still alive.” I splashed around to prove it. I broke open the packet of soap – it had sort of a woodsy scent, exactly the kind I liked. It reminded me of the cedar trees that would, in the future, line the path of Togakushi Shrine. “The soap smells nice. Is it made here?”

“Um, actually, that’s made in Azuchi.” She sounded hesitant, all of a sudden.

The mystery of her hesitancy was solved a moment later when I heard, “It is? Katsuko, you are to keep that soap.” That had been Kenshin’s voice.

“Mai, what is Kenshin doing out there?”

“Well.” I could just picture her wringing her hands. “I did promise to be a lookout for your privacy, but since Iekane still hasn’t been found-”

“I am protecting Mai.” Ah, there was the icy growl I was familiar with.

Mai cleared her throat.

“And you as well. I will skewer anyone who tries to go into this bath.” A rattle of steel accompanied that statement.

“Oh. Thank you.” Completely unnecessary, but I suppose if Kenshin doesn’t get in his daily threats of stabbing he’ll become seriously ill. Like an apple a day keeps the doctor away, except with stabbing.

“In the interest of full disclosure, I’m also here. As Kenshin’s retainer.” Voice number three.

Translation, Sasuke was here to make sure Kenshin didn’t go off-piste. That… actually might be more necessary than Kenshin here to protect me. “Um, anyone else out there?”

“Yeah. Here to keep Sasuke company.” Long pause. “Um last month when I said that I hate talking to women, I didn’t know you were one, so I want to make clear that didn’t count as hating to talk to women, you’re obviously good to talk to when you’re not dressed like a – OW! Mai, that hurt!”

Welcome to the Katsuko bath time radio hour. I splashed around some more, but now it felt totally weird knowing that there was a listening audience. To cover the sound of my washing, I asked, “Is there any new news about Iekane?”

Yukimura said, “Not yet, but, Shingen has already sent out his mitsumono – we’ll find him eventually.”

“They must bring him back alive so I can fillet him and soak his bones in a vat of vinegar.”

“Thanks to that image I may never eat raw fish again,” Sasuke said. “Katsu…ko, Iekane said he’s tried to kill you several times?”

Hm, he had said that hadn’t he? I’d forgotten that in the confusion of it all.

“I honestly only know about one time. The rest might have just seemed like accidents?” I had gotten food poisoning when I was at Aki’s, which had felt like death… oh and there was that time that Moonlight’s saddle had gotten that thorn in it. The time that Takauji was climbing up a wall and the rope broke – I had been next in line to climbing that, but Fume had called me away. “Now that I think about it, there were a few near misses when he was around.”

“How did he try to kill you?” That was Kenshin, and I wondered if he was stockpiling “interesting ways to kill people.”

I took a moment to scrub the soap out of my hair before I answered. It always felt awkward to explain, especially since the near success of the attempt rested on my utter stupidity. “He locked me in a crate and left it in a warehouse. I was in there at least a day before someone heard me yelling.” Screaming and crying too, but… details. “The crate was bound for a ship of some kind, but I’m a bit vague on when it would have been picked up.”

“That’s awful!” Mai said.

“Hmph! If he wanted to be sure you were dead, he should have run his sword through the crate a few times.” Kenshin would make a terrible magician. He’d probably kill off half dozen assistants trying to perform the “skewer the woman in the box” trick.

“Or dumped the crate into the ocean – OW! Mai, stop kicking me!”

Considering that had just upped the terror factor of my worst nightmare, I considered Mai justified in kicking Yuki. “Are you people actually discussing the most effective murder by box method?”

Well. That did shut everyone up, until I heard a strangled noise, like choked off laughter from Sasuke.

“What? Did you think of something, Sasuke?” Mai asked.

Sasuke cleared his throat. “No. Rather, my mind was invaded by a pun, but it was in poor taste, and no one here with the possible exception of Mai would understand it.”

Well, that had made me extra curious, but before I could ask, I heard Yuki say, “That’s never stopped you before… Ow! Mai, it’s not fair for you to kick me when you know Kenshin will stab me if I even think about retaliating.”

“Are you thinking about it, Yuki?” Mai said, in a very sweet tone of voice.

“Yes, are you?” Kenshin. Not a sweet tone at all.

“What’s this? Are we having a party outside the bath house?”

If I hadn’t already recognized his voice, the silence would have clued me in that Shingen had joined the listening audience. The silence went on for so long that it passed awkward and uncomfortable, and was closing in on painful, before Mai finally called the race on account of unsustainable tension. “We’re making sure no one bothers Katsuko.”

This was followed by the sound of a steel blade being unsheathed. “Anyone who tries will taste my sword.”

“Don’t worry. I have no intention of going anywhere near her.” He hadn’t needed to pitch his voice louder. I heard him loud and clear.

Chapter Twenty-Two – Apologies, Said and Unsaid

The fine-boned figure waiting for me when I emerged from the bath house stood still as a statue, his mismatched eyes gazing into the distance. Rain blew across the walkway from the open rock garden, but if he felt the wet, he ignored it. Why was Kenshin, of all people, still here? And…

“Where did everyone go?”

Slowly he turned toward me as if surprised by my presence, even though I knew nothing got past that thousand-meter stare. “Mai is waiting for you in Yoshimoto’s rooms.” He pronounced her name as if she were more necessary than air – and to him, maybe she was. “The others walked her over.”

Well, that answered the question I had verbalized. Hopefully the answer to my unspoken query would become clear. “Ah, ok. Thanks for passing that along.” I turned toward the main part of the castle. Without comment, Kenshin fell into step beside me. I still didn’t understand why he was sticking around. Maybe he was also waiting for an apology? I tried that out for size. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Succinct as always. It left me with the burden of conversation – although maybe that was his goal.

“Everything that contributed to Iekane’s being able to … well, you know.” He frowned at the mention of Iekane, but otherwise didn’t say anything. “That pretending to be someone I am not helped lead to the events of last night.” I hoped that made sense to him – it was a struggle to converse with him when our only real link was affection for Mai.

Kenshin – well, he didn’t shrug, but he managed to convey the essence of one without actually moving. “Your only pretense was in clothing. You are who you are. No matter. I’m not the one you should apologize to for that.”

“I know.” No… Mai was not our only link. And Kenshin’s relationship with Shingen was possibly as complicated as mine was. They’d been enemies for years, and yet Kenshin had respected Shingen to the point of inviting him into his home. Welcomed him even. They must have so many stories – stories that I had no right to ask him about.

We walked in silence, our sandals splashing through the puddles that had collected over the course of the storm. It wasn’t that it was awkward, well, odd, because I had no idea what he expected of me. I didn’t even know if conversation was expected of me.

Finally, Kenshin said, “I apologize for last night’s accusations.”

Unlike Kenshin, I did shrug. “Technically, you didn’t accuse me of anything. And to quote you – I’m not the one you should apologize to for that.” Hopefully he would take that in the spirit with which it was given, and not as an invitation to stab.

“I have apologized, but words are not enough to make up for a broken trust. Mai and I will find a way though, because she is more forgiving, more loving, than I deserve.” I agreed but wasn’t stupid enough to say that out loud. “Even so, I inflicted a wound that will not heal quickly. I pledged to do whatever I can to mend things… and more importantly to ensure it will not happen again.”

“That’s good.” My version of a smile and nod. Even though I didn’t understand him, didn’t understand the entity that Mai and Kenshin comprised, I hoped everything would work out for them, because they both clearly loved each other.

“I never feared in war, never gave a thought to my own death… but the idea of losing the people close to me … it shakes me to my core.” He stopped walking then, and out of politeness, I skidded to a halt as well. “I try not to hold on to them too tightly – fighting my self is a harder battle than any I have fought in the past.” Well, he was the God of War. Fighting himself would be an epic battle. But I didn’t know him well enough to say that out loud. He’d never struck me as someone who I could share a laugh with. “Learning not to fear loss is a hard lesson. I suspect it is one that you need to learn as well.” He gave me a brief nod, then started walking again, without bothering to see if I was keeping pace.

And… I wasn’t.

I didn’t want to have anything of that sort in common with Kenshin. And truly, I’m not possessive – if anything I’m the opposite, so why did he think I ought to learn from his mistake?

Finally, he turned around and glared at me, so I hurried to catch up. Not wanting to dwell on his lecture, I simply said, “I’m glad you and Mai are healing from last night. You two deserve to be happy.”

“It will take time.” We reached what had to be Yoshimoto’s rooms – even from the corridor it smelled of incense and opulence. “Everyone deserves happiness, Katsuko. I hope you will have time for that to happen as well.”

He turned and left, and I realized I had finally seen the side of Kenshin that inspired such loyalty and love from Mai and Sasuke.

Of course… he still scared the crap out of me.

“How on Earth does your hair contain so many different lengths… all on one head?” Yoshimoto pulled and tweaked various strands of it this way and that, muttering darkly about it ending up too short for anything elaborate.

Mai was off on the other side of his room, setting out fabric somethings, although she had cautioned me not to look yet. Out of the corner of my eye, though, I could see jewel tones, which made me happy. I’d been afraid she would have picked out the pastel shades she appeared to favor for herself.

I returned my full attention to Yoshimoto. “When I was a housemaid, the chatelaine didn’t like the way it looked, so she cut most of it off, and it never grew back right.” Fume had chopped the turquoise streaks out of it, but there was only so much I could explain. “I tried to even it out some-”

He made a pained noise and let go of my hair. “Do not tell me you used your sword to cut your hair!”

“Of course not! I would never mess up my sword that way.” I used a dagger, actually, but self-preservation had me keeping that fact quiet. Yoshimoto continued to run his hands through my hair, scrutinizing it closely. “Um, Yoshimoto, have you ever cut anyone’s hair before?”

Hopefully, he knew what he was doing. Going by the décor in his rooms, it was obvious he had exquisite taste – paintings, vases, tapestries, decorated fans and screens filled the space, and I’d been touched to see the watercolor I had sent to him a couple years ago on display. But having an artistic eye didn’t necessarily translate to being able to cut hair.

“I cut Shingen’s.” My stomach squeezed painfully, at the rush of guilt the sound of his name provoked. I pushed it away – this wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Yoshimoto gazed at me sympathetically. “I promise, I’m only going to even it out a bit.”

“Alright, you could hardly do any worse than I do on my own,” I said.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Mai called from across the room. “It’s not that bad.”

“Yes, it is.” Yoshimoto ended the discussion by snipping off a long strand of hair.

I blinked as it drifted to the floor. That’s…evening it out? Another long strand joined it. Maybe it would be better to keep my eyes closed. Not that it mattered, because Yoshimoto wouldn’t let me look until the transformation (so to speak) was complete. “I thought you wanted to keep the length for … the princess thing?”

He waved away my concern. “I’ll deal with that when I need to.” He tilted my head to the left, then the right. With my luck, his way of dealing with that would be a wig.

“You can look now,” Mai said. Yoshimoto turned me toward her, then he sighed. Mai held up a kimono in the deepest of blue, with a floral pattern in lighter blues, greens, and violet. “You said dark colors, but I couldn’t bear to make anything in black or brown.” Behind her, spread out on a display rack was a simpler one in dark red with subtle burgundy and gold embroidery.

“They’re gorgeous. I can’t believe you made these.” Her skill left me awestruck. “Your talent is incredible.”

“Truly works of art,” Yoshimoto agreed. “Katsuko, if you don’t want-”

Mai cut off that avenue of inquiry. “You’re too tall for these, Yoshimoto. I can make something else for you.” She handed me the kimono. “Try it on – I want to make sure it fits.”

I scooted behind a decorated folding screen to put on the kimono. I appreciated that even though the fabric was rich and lovely, the design was a deceptively simple one, draped to allow me freedom of movement – if I needed to, I could fight wearing this. I loved it. But …after everything I had said, and not said, and done, and not done, keeping this kimono would be wrong. “Mai, I can’t accept these.”

“You can accept them. If not out of friendship, if not because it would make me happy to see you in clothes that I made, then accept them as a reward for saving my life.” Her tone was final – I suspected she had already prepared rebuttals for any argument I tried to make.

“Yoshimoto saved your life, remember?” I experimentally raised my arms up and down. Yes, lots of freedom of movement. This wasn’t a typically upper-class restrictive kimono and I understood what Yoshimoto had meant about it being unsuitable for getting to Yoshiaki. As beautiful as these were, they had an athletic quality to them.

“I wouldn’t have had time to save her if you hadn’t called out a warning.” I could hear him rattling around with what sounded like ceramic boxes.

Mai joined me behind the screen and made minute adjustments to the kimono.

“Last night… after you left.” I took a deep breath. “I let Shingen…”

Her eyes got very big, and she started to smile.

I tried to redirect her thoughts. “No, it’s not what you’re thinking. I let him believe… made him believe a lie about himself. He’s your friend. You should take his side.”

Yoshimoto joined us behind the screen. He started to twitch a fold on my kimono, but Mai slapped his hand away. Then she made whatever adjustment he’d obviously had in mind. “We’re on both your sides,” he said.

“Friends don’t take sides,” Mai added. “You’ve done something wrong? Fix it.” Unspoken were the words, ‘stop talking about it to us because that does nothing.’ Which… good point. Continuing to self-flagellate without making any effort to repair the damage was an indulgence I couldn’t afford.

“If the lie took root, then there might have been an element to truth to it,” Yoshimoto took some of my hair, gave it a little twist and clipped it behind my head.

Hm. I took my mind back to the encounters at the lake and at the Inn. I hadn’t been unwilling either time – wary, yes, but unwilling, no. I’d never felt like either situation was out of my control. Another woman though, one with less resources, less training, a woman of this time, might have felt compelled to silently go along with things even if she were not willing. Last night, yes, I ought to have tried to explain myself better, but it had been a situation so fraught with emotions that maybe in the moment, I had done the only thing that I could do?

Mai herded the three of us out from behind the screen saying, “why are we still back here?”

“I have make-up for you to try too.” Yoshimoto gestured to a table where there was now an array of cosmetics in ceramic and lacquer pots.

Oh. The make-up felt like a step too far. Especially when I remembered that fashionable court ladies also shaved off their eyebrows and blackened their teeth. I’d spent too many years in orthodontia to want to do the latter.

Yoshimoto must have sensed my resistance. “Well, we’ll leave the cosmetics to another day – but it is something you will need to learn to apply… sooner or later. I used to wear it myself when I had to appear at court. You could think of it as a form of armor.” He smiled, somewhat bitterly. “I always did.”

He took a step back and examined me from all angles. “Katsuko, you’ve always had an understated beauty, like an uncut jewel, waiting for a craftsman to set it and allow it to shine. Mai has given you a setting, but you were a precious gem even before.”

The Takeda charm is strong with this one.

But it was nice to hear anyway, I thought, as Yoshimoto unearthed a bronze mirror and showed me my reflection. Oh, cool. My hair was still past my shoulders, but he had given me bangs. I liked them. Even better, I thought I still looked like myself – just a version of myself with the volume turned up a bit. Kind of like how Clark Kent always sort of looked like Superman but taking off the glasses raised-

Glasses.

In slow motion reverse, my brain replayed the dream where Aki had thrown Sasuke through a plate glass window. Glass. That was what my brain had been telling me.

Another rewind to the moment when I collided with Sasuke and his glasses had flown off. I’d picked them up and examined them for damage. Sasuke’s glasses had plastic frames. Plastic, which wouldn’t be invented until… well, I had no idea when plastic was invented, but not for at least another three hundred years.

Holy shirtballs.

Sasuke was from – my brain finally spit out the realization it had been sitting on for nearly two weeks – the future. And if he was from my time, or even a time after my time, because time travel could be from any when, right? –then he might be able to explain how I got here. What if he had a time machine in his room? Maybe he could help me find my brother?

“I believe she is in shock,” Yoshimoto said to Mai.

His aside jolted me out of my thoughts. “Oh! No, I’m not. I suddenly realized something that I desperately need to investigate, but I love it, you did a wonderful job, both of you, I’ll never be able to thank you enough-”

“Seeing you smile is a reward all its own,” Yoshimoto said.

“Making clothes that make people happy is my mission in life,” Mai added, so sincerely, that I couldn’t help but believe her.

They had been lovely to me, and while I didn’t want them to think that I was dissing their efforts, I needed to see a ninja about a time machine. “I am happy, this is wonderful, and … do either of you know where Sasuke went after he walked Mai over here?”

“Sasuke?” they both asked, more or less in stereo.

“Yes – Sasuke. Ninja, glasses, hangs out in ceilings.” Please don’t make me go into the ceiling to find him.

Neither of them knew, both had suggestions, and I took off in search of a time-travelling ceiling spelunking ninja, with both Mai and Yoshimoto yelling after me not to run in the halls.

As soon as I was sure they couldn’t see me, I ran in the halls, until I nearly collided with—

Shingen.

Of course, I found Shingen before I found Sasuke.

It was as if he and I were under a curse to keep running into each other like we were each at the end of a rubber band and could only get so far away before being snapped back into each other’s orbit.

If things had been different, I might have been elated to encounter him when I looked better than I had ever looked in my life. But we were beyond that. Even if I might possibly have had a moment where my heart warmed at the spark of appreciation in his eyes, it was replaced by sadness when that spark was snuffed out and replaced by the hurt. I wanted to tell him how sorry I was, but the cold anger layered over the hurt was too big a barrier to breach.

Neither of us spoke. We did the ‘I go here/you go there dance’ to try to get past each other. Even after two false starts, we were still blocking each other’s paths. I opened my mouth to say something - anything, but the look on his face stopped me. He didn’t look angry. He looked tired. Tired of me, probably. I froze in place and let him go by.

I’m sorry. Is it that difficult to say? The more I meant it, the harder it was. I’m sorry Shingen… for the half-dozen lies I told you, and the truths I was afraid of.

I half turned, convincing myself that it had to be said, even if he didn’t want to hear it, prepared this time to run toward him - but then I heard Yukimura and Sasuke’s voices as they rounded a corner ahead of me. I stopped, torn between his retreating back and the person who might be the key to finding my brother.

Then –

“Sasuke!”

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@acandlelitdeath said: "Chrollo." Death spoke softly, getting the man's attention with ease by the use of his real voice. It was a rare thing indeed, but since Chrollo had earned the right they had been trying to use their voice more and more with them. But this is all he says, because soon Chrollo would realize they have company - Owen just barely peaked out of Death's door. Death walks up to his lover and gives him a kiss on the cheek. ' Go with Owen. He needs to show you something. ' The shadows whisper as The Embrace pulls away and allows Chrollo to enter the candle room and for Owen to close the door behind them. He says nothing, for now, and allows the Door to change their location before he opens it again. They're in a desert like area, which Chrollo might or might not recognize. Owen motions for him to follow, though it's only for a few feet before he's stabbing his shovel into the ground, crossing his hands over the top of the handle and staring straight at the troupe leader.

"Uvogin is buried here." He said with a surprisingly clear voice. "He's decomposed by now, but I can move his remains should you choose. This is a personal request from Death, that I do what you say, for this matter and and one more." Should Chrollo be able to piece it together, he can probably guess who else Owen is referring to.

The sound of Deaths voice was truly an effective manner to draw the spider’s attention , like a fly stuck to a silky strand of webbing. His head lifts , grey eyes turning away from the intricate ancient safe that’d held his interest ( a recent object of theft ) to look at his lover with expectation. But that was soon released when he noticed Owen hiding from behind the door. This was . . . odd.

His brows furrow slightly , the only sign of the man’s confusion as he looks towards Death. But no other information is given to him beyond prompting. “ Okay. “ He agrees calmly after a moment , setting aside the tools he’d been using to stand up. He casually slides on his signature coat as he stands up and heads towards the door and Owen. He doesn’t say anything either , matching the silence while his mind tried to piece together what Death and Owen could possibly be up to. It all simply comes up as blank. He has no idea.

Chrollo glances around when they step out to see - nothing. It’s just desert all around. Nothing of particular importance. He’s never been to this spot. But the markings on the rocks are familiar , and a quick glance upwards at the position of the stars tields the fact they’re near Yorknew City. His head falls again , turning towards Owen when the other stabs into the ground.

Chrollo’s expression freezes , breath trapped in his lungs for longer than usual.

His eyes fall to the dirt. They finally know where Uvogin had fallen. Here , in the midst of nowhere with only the night sky as the witness to his death. Death could be sweet. Death could be cruel. The line between the two could be so very thin at times. Chrollo wasn’t sure which of the two it truly was when it feels like another blade was being pushed into his chest. Yet , he supposed this was oddly fitting. Those the world rejected and despised left to die in the midst of nowhere , much like Meteor City. Better here than some morgue in the hands of the mafia. Now he knows where Uvogin is and it at least partially reopens the wounds. But it is valuable information to give to Nobunaga above all else - though he’s certain all of them will come visit one last time. His chest aches at the thought.

“ No. “ Finally Chrollo speaks , staring at the dirt in heavy silence. He doesn’t mind letting the weight of his sadness be witnessed by the ancient , loose strands of hair swaying in the wind. “ There’s nowhere else for him to go. “ He exhales , closing his eyes. “ He was a fighter through and through. Taking him from his battlefield wouldn’t be right. “ Slowly his eyes opened again , glancing around. Here and there he could still see proof of the intense battle between him and the chain user. There a part of the cliff destroyed. There a crater he knew to be from Uvogin’s Nen. Ghosts of the past everywhere in the Earth , though one day those too would likely vanish.

One more. Pakunoda. Fallen not in battle but by choice for his sake. Two legs lost in one venture. His head turns towards Owen. “ Where is she ? “ A calmly spoken question , but there were traces of woe and loss treaded through it like the finest lacework. What would he do with hers ? Unless someone had MOVED it , then Chrollo had a good idea - but the question was still asked when Owen would know the unchanging truth. These choices were ones he never expected to make. Spiders fell where the fell. If they were retrievable , then the Troupe could do something. If not , then that was tat. Now however there was choice.

#acandlelitdeath #hello my heart hurts #its is both nice and painful #at least kurapika buried him but still #chrollo is having the feels #〉the head of the spider〈 — ᛭ ⌜chrollo⌟

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Delicious (NSFW edition)

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction taking place at the end of Ch. 13 in the romantic route. Approx. 1700 words of Fluff and Spice! Some spoilers maybe?

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Tears of Joy

There were three things in this world Mitsuhide enjoyed above all else. One of them was a hot bath, and one of them was teasing his little mouse. To have both in one place at the same time was decadent.

Right this moment, his little one was sinking into the hot water, her expression one of pure pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, cheeks faintly pink. A sheen of sweat covered her brow from the steam. She looked . . . delicious.

Of course, she chose the moment he licked his lips to open her eyes. “Mitsuhide! You - you’re staring at me!” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Little one, I’ve seen you naked several times now. Why are you suddenly shy?”

“I - you - I feel like a real mouse about to be eaten up by a very happy cat.”

“Kitsune,” Mitsuhide corrected.

She blinked. “What?”

“About to be eaten by a very happy kitsune.”

She giggled. “Yes, I guess that.”

“You have such a beautiful smile, my love.” He watched her expression shift from laughter to charmed surprise.

“I don’t know what to say when you say things like that.” She touched her face, where the bruise still discolored her skin. “Especially right now.”

Mitsuhide shook his head. “Silly little mouse. As if such a fading mark makes you any less.” He shrugged off his clothes and let them pool at his feet.

Whatever she had been about to say was reduced to a sharp exhale at his sudden nudity. Her eyes went wide as she tried to fix her gaze on a point somewhere above his chest.

“Is there something wrong?”

“N-no! No, of course not! You’re. Just. Naked. All the way. Naked.” She swallowed.

Mitsuhide grinned. “I did plan to bathe with you this time . . .” He *might* have posed himself to best display his . . . attributes. “Should I wait until you finish instead?”

She licked her lips and shook her head. “I - you - just get in and quit teasing me!”

“What fun would that be, little mouse?” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. Perhaps never. He walked slowly to the edge of the tub, using his dancer’s grace to draw out the movement. It was worth every second to see the stain on her cheeks darken and the desire in her eyes grow.

He stepped into the wooden tub and sank down into the hot water. A little groan of pleasure escaped him as he felt the tension melt from his legs and back. “If there is a heaven, little mouse, this is in it.”

She smiled. “I wish I could introduce you to the baths in my time. And hot showers!”

“Mmm, perhaps one day. Your friend seemed to think these . . . warm-holes? Will come again.”

“Sasuke did say as much. I don’t know how sure he is though. I mean, what if we went to my time and got stuck? Or what if I went but it wouldn’t take you?” She chewed at her lip, anxious over all the possible things that could go wrong on such a trip.

It was too adorable, Mitsuhide thought, and put his arm around her. He pulled her next to him and placed a kiss on her head. “Don’t worry about things that are not problems. We have enough ahead of us.”

His little one laughed softly. “True enough. I’m sure Nobunaga and Hideyoshi will have plenty to say when we get home.”

“Yes, those two for certain. But I don’t want to talk about them tonight. Tonight . . . there is only you, and I.” Mitsuhide ran his hand down her back, glorying in her soft skin, and the way she leaned into his touch.

“Oh? Are we going to talk about us?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

He nodded. “We will. But first-” He settled his hands on her hips and lifted her around to sit in front of him. “Let’s enjoy our bath.” He cupped water in his hands and poured it over her hair, running his fingers through it. “I will start with the top of you, and work all the way to the bottom.”

She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling her little, wicked smile. “The bottom, hm?” And then she wiggled against him.

Mitsuhide couldn’t have held back the groan that burst from his lips, or the sharp intake of breath that followed. He’d been hard when he got into the bath, but now he felt as if he might burst. The sensation of her naked skin rubbing his cock was like fuel to his flame. And she knew it. She was smiling more widely now, fully aware of the effect she had on him.

“Oh . . . little one . . . you will pay for that,” he breathed.

“Looking forward to it,” she replied, spoiling the bravado a bit by swallowing nervously after.

Though it was sheer torment to keep her pressed against him, Mitsuhide held her there as he first rinsed her hair. Then he rubbed her skin with fragrant herbs, gently removing the dust of their travel.

It was hard enough to wash her back, but when he turned her around, she used the moment to wrap her legs around his waist. Positioning herself deliciously atop his erection. He ached to be inside her, and wondered if his little mouse had any idea how much self control it took him not to simply . . .

She was laughing softly. Her eyes were merry and her smile was brilliant.

“Wicked little mouse. If I were any other man -” he growled low in his throat, letting his frustration show.

She leaned forward until her nipples brushed the skin of his chest. “Mitsuhide. I want you. You don’t need to hold back with me.”

And then he was kissing her. It wasn’t what he’d planned. Wasn’t the seduction he’d wanted to perform, but gods . . . she tasted so sweet. And she felt like silk. Her slick, warm fingers stroked his chest, his hip. Curled around his shaft. He thought he would die from the pleasure of it as she slid her hand slowly up, and then down again. His body shuddered against her.

Two could play at that though. If she wanted to bring him to the brink . . . He grabbed her breast in one hand, teasing the nipple with his fingers. His other hand slid down between her legs. He could feel how much she wanted him just by the heat from her.

The sound she made when he stroked her sweet pearl was half-gasp, half moan. He smiled, watching the way she trembled as he slid the pad of his thumb over her cleft again. Not that it helped his own situation. Touching her was torture. Like the sound of dripping water when you were mad with thirst.

She gave a raw cry of pleasure as he slipped his fingers inside of her, clenching tight on him as if she would hold him there. “M-my god . . . M-mitsu . . . hide - I - I -”

He might have said something then, taunted her a little, but she stroked him again, and whatever words he had were lost. He wanted to bury himself in her, to make her cry his name until she was hoarse from it. His fingers slid into her again and again, but it wasn’t enough for either of them.

Gasping, he moved his hands to her hips and pulled her into position atop him.

“Ah-haha,” she gave a panting laugh. “Y-you d-didn’t beg me. Yet.” And then his little mouse - no! His little vixen - rubbed his cock between her legs, pressing him tight enough that he could feel her clench as if to pull him inside. She moaned as his shaft rubbed the hard pebble of her clit.

It was enough to drive him mad. This game she was playing . . . she wanted him to beg. Then for her, he would. “Please.” The word purred from his throat. “Please . . .” Low and hoarse and desperate.

She rose up, and then sank down onto his shaft. Her body shuddered and she let out a piercing cry of pleasure that went higher the deeper he went.

Mitsuhide was a proud man. He would have liked to draw this first time out - to ride her to completion several times before he found his own satisfaction. But the feel of her climaxing against him, the sound of her, the sight of her breasts . . . it was too much. After months of teasing himself with her, and taking no other woman to his bed, he couldn’t hold back.

“I love you,” she gasped, her hips rising and falling as she rode him.

He pulled her down to his lips, kissing her until their tremors subsided. “I love you too, little one,” he said when he could speak again. He felt so relaxed that he didn’t want to move. Not an inch. He liked having her perched on him, impaled. Her naked breasts floating in the hot water, brushing his chest. Her cheeks flushed. Her eyes on him, and only him.

“We waited way too long for this. Just. Mmmmm . . .” She smiled.

Mitsuhide stroked her cheek. “I wanted to wait. I wanted to be sure that . . . that you wanted this. Me.”

She shook her head. “You have no idea how sure I am.”

“I think I might,” he smiled. Then his expression turned serious. “When we get back to Azuchi, I plan to ask Nobunaga for the right to marry you. I will make you my wife. Officially. In name and title . . . if . . . if you are willing.”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Mitsuhide Akechi?” She wiggled her hips, which made him gasp involuntarily.

“I am.”

“Then yes. If you promise me we’ll make love like this every night.”

Mitsuhide kissed the tip of her nose. “I can’t promise you that.”

“What? Why not?”

He grinned. “Because I plan to make love to you in a thousand inventive ways. I plan to tease you until you beg for release. To pleasure you as an art form. One that I will master. This . . . tonight . . . this was only a beginning.”

“Mmmm, I think our beginning isn’t quite over,” she smiled. And she was right. He was ready for her again.

That night he began an intense study of this new art form. After the bath, they moved to the bench, then the desk and the wall, and finally . . .the futon. Spent, they fell asleep in each other’s arms just as the light of morning began to peek through the window. It wasn’t near enough to wake the exhausted lovers.

Next: Hero's Welcome

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #otome guys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #smut and fluff

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silentexplorer18 · 3 years

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The Nights I Hold You Close

Summary: As painful memories from your past are brought to the forefront of your mind, you have difficulties sleeping. Feitan notices and provides a surprising amount of support.

Pairing: Feitan Portor x Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, flashbacks, nervousness.

Word Count: 3,000+

Note: I was going through my old drafts and found a few I hadn't posted. I really liked this one, so here it is. Hopefully it brings everyone some joy!

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Night watch was almost always boring, which was never a good thing. However, lately two things in particular were making it worse. First, your latest mission with the Troupe—the mission you were currently guarding the hideout for—had stirred some deeply unpleasant memories from the forgotten abyss of your psyche, resulting in flashbacks and other horrors you would rather have avoided. Secondly, Feitan, your closest friend and constant night watch partner, had figured out something was off.

In all honesty, you should have expected it. The lack of sleep, the memories that would flood your brain at random times, the emotional overwhelm in your gut that put your whole body on edge, it was all evident in your—still remarkably subtle—body language. Something was off.

The rest of the Troupe hadn’t realized anything was amiss yet, but that wasn’t particularly surprising either. They didn’t know you as well as Feitan did. How that came to be was partially a mystery. When you’d been accepted into the Troupe, natural ability had placed your skills on par with Feitan. Whenever possible, the two of you gravitated toward partnering up. Eventually, when the group parted for individual pursuits, Feitan had contacted you, asking for backup on a mission. You’d been working together off and on ever since.

It was only natural that he’d notice the subtle change in your demeanor and body language. But that didn’t mean you had to like it. Or want it to happen, for that matter.

Your only saving grace was that he hadn’t figured out exactly what was bothering you. However, with the quiet, exhausting nights watching for enemies that would never come, it was only a matter of time before he figured it out. Or asked.

If he asked you directly, you wouldn’t lie. You trusted him, and, although he would never say it, he trusted you to some degree as well. You wouldn’t dare put that trust in jeopardy.

But that didn’t mean the glances he kept giving you weren’t unnerving. It didn’t mean you wanted to tell him the truth, even though you would.

He’d been staying closer than normal. Usually, even when alone on guard duty, he put some space between the two of you, settling for an upper position while you sat in the middle, staring down the hallway. However, lately he’d been right by your side.

“You quiet tonight,” he said, breaking the silence.

Maybe that was part of why he was figuring things out. You were so tired. The exhaustion had been building for days. The lack of sleep made it more difficult to handle the flashbacks during the day, but sleeping was somehow so much worse.

It was like you were falling and burning all at once. But that’s what you were doing now. It was dark, but oh, so light, nearly blinding behind your eyes. It throbbed against your chest in harsh pulses. A fire? A flame? Your heart? The sun? Yet you were still falling, and your body braced for an impact that would never come. It hurt to breathe, but it didn’t. The screaming was loud but the room was silent. Feitan was silent. Everything was silent.

Your eyes blinked back into focus, seeing again a vision of your friend who was now staring back at you. His eyes were wide, face watching with a surprisingly visible amount of concern. You breathed out through your nose, releasing a breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“Where you go?” he asked gently, watching your vision completely focus in on him again.

You cleared your throat, shifting uncomfortably. You hated when it happened in front of other people, especially him. Usually nobody noticed under the cover of darkness, but he was just so damn attentive. “Somewhere I don’t want to be.”

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments. Your hands moved to work the dirt out from under your nails. It was a welcome distraction from your mind.

“I go there too.”

You bit your lip, trying not to look as surprised as you felt. Fei was always one to shy away from emotions rather than bring them up. “How do you make it stop?”

His eyes filled with amusement as he looked at you over his bandana. “If I know, I not go anymore.”

You chuckled. “Fair point.”

Neither of you moved as Uvogin and Nobunaga came down the hall. “Ready to tap out?” Uvo asked with a grin. He was far too excitable for the middle of the night. Nobunaga looked much less jovial.

“Are you sure neither of you want to sleep?” you asked. “I can stay for an extra shift.”

They both shook their heads. “We’ll be fine. Besides, there’s not much else to do around here.”

“Well then,” you hopped up, stretching slightly. “Have fun.”

“Yeah,” Nobu nodded, scratching his chin. “Right.”

You headed down the hallway, the moonlight illuminating your path. Feitan followed alongside you, silent as always. His room came first. Regardless, you wouldn’t be going to your room anyway. The nights were awful when your headspace was unpleasant, so you’d been spending much of the night perched on the windowsill at the end of the hall. There was a pond out that way. In the mornings, you could see ducks. It was peaceful.

When Feitan dropped away from you, you reached above your head, stretching out as you continued down the hallway. Your muscles ached; there was nothing to do but train or play games while waiting for Chrollo’s next set of instructions. Sitting and waiting all day was almost as uncomfortable.

You tucked into the corner of the window, gaze trailing the horizon. The trees rustled in the breeze, water rippling gently. The world was so much more beautiful than you’d ever give it credit for. Despite all the atrocities humans created, nature seemed to make small paradises. If only people like you didn’t exist to tarnish them.

A voice to your right startled you, Feitan staring intently from the shadows. “You not sleep?”

You tried to get by with a shrug. “Don’t feel like it.”

“Why?” He knew the answer, but he wanted you to say it. He had a way of prodding things out of you; he was a master interrogator, after all.

You worked the dirt out from under your nails again, grateful for a way to avoid looking at him. “It’s hard to sleep,” you conceded. “Bad dreams.”

“What you dream about?”

He watched as you hesitated, memories threatening to cascade across your vision again. He didn’t want that to happen; he wanted you to feel better. Although he enjoyed working with Phinks, you were his favorite teammate. He didn’t want you to truly suffer.

“Come with me.” He turned, looking back over his shoulder. “We talk in private.”

You hadn’t intended to follow, but before you completely realized what you were doing, Feitan was ushering you into his makeshift room.

A mat was placed on the floor, blanket folded neatly on top of a pillow. Undoubtedly, all of it was stolen. Like the rest of the Troupe, he only brought what he could carry on his person. Everyone traveled light.

He pointed to the mat expectantly, and you sat on the edge of it. He settled beside you, gaze gentle but expectant. “You not tell me what you dream about?”

You bit your lip. Although you trusted Feitan, your dreams were intense, almost too much to verbalize.

He nodded, your silence the answer he needed. Then he frowned, appearing to be deep in thought before turning back to you. “You no need to. But tell why dreams bother you.”

Why they bothered you? “I… I wake feeling frightened and…” you searched for the right word, tongue swiping across your lip as you avoided his gaze. “Alone.”

“You sleep here tonight?” he offered. To anyone else, he would’ve sounded nonchalant and uncaring, but the fact that he offered was jarringly compassionate in and of itself. He stood, walking away from the mat towards the other side of the room. It wasn’t large, but there was enough to create a sizable distance between the two of you.

But it was too much, too nice of him. You were a Hunter. You were a Spider. You should have been able to handle something as trivial—and common to both of those professions—as nightmares. “I couldn’t impose,” you said, already moving to stand up. Your room was just down the hall. “It would be a hindrance to you.” If you ran, you could probably beat him down the hall, though not into your room. “It wouldn’t be right—”

His expression stopped you in your tracks. “We are team. You need sleep. I think you feel better not so alone.” The look in his eyes was one of challenge, no, determination. He wanted you to stay. Then his lips upturned, eyes lighting with mischief. “Better for Spiders, too. You no work well when tired. Too cranky.”

You scoffed in indignation, eyes only slightly teasing. “Fine, then. Maybe I will stay, let your sleep suffer on purpose.”

He nodded, satisfied, and you inwardly grumbled. He’d only pushed your buttons to get you to stay. It seemed fitting his Nen didn’t lend well to manipulation; his personality could handle that all on its own.

“You change?” he asked, hiding how much your glowering amused him behind his bandana.

Oh. You hadn’t thought about that. You didn’t have a blanket, so you’d been sleeping in all your clothes. But Feitan had stolen something thick and fluffy to use as a blanket. You’d probably be too warm as you were. Your jacket would be too much. Even your overshirt might be too warm with your long pants on.

“Yes, if that’s okay with you.”

He turned without a word, back toward you. He trusted you completely. The realization was almost enough to make you dizzy. Quickly, you removed your overshirt and jacket, leaving you in an undershirt. It was modest, but still the most unkempt he’d seen you yet.

“I’m done.”

He turned as you snuggled under the blanket on one half of the mat, resting on your side. Slowly, he slid down the wall, sitting on a stone. His head leaned back against the cement, eyes closed, breathing already evening out. But you wouldn’t allow that.

“What are you doing?”

“Sleep. What you need to do, too.”

“Then why aren’t you getting into bed?”

He peeked an eye open at that. When your gaze remained unwavering, he shook his head. No.

“If you don’t want to, I’m going,” you said, already shifting to stand up. “I’m not stealing your bed from you, Feitan.”

Sighing, he stood, undressing. You froze, watching as he moved methodically. When his chest and shoulders were bare, clad in nothing but a pair of pants, he settled in beside you. “You too stubborn.”

You grinned. “Yet somehow you still like me anyway.”

“Miracle can happen.”

His hands rested across his stomach, lying on his back. On your side, you admired him for a moment. Feitan was easily the most skilled person you’d ever met. But it was more than that. Whatever tentative friendship the pair of you had formed made your heart light. With him, you felt seen and understood in a way you seldom were. Even when he didn’t know exactly what to do, he still managed to do it. Closing your eyes, you gave him a reprieve, succumbing to the cumulative fatigue a few minutes later.

You woke warm, the sun just beginning to filter through the grime-coated windows. It took a moment for you to realize it wasn’t your room, and you could have laughed. Of course Feitan would find the only room in a deteriorating building that had fully intact windows. He was acutely aware of personal safety.

Feitan.

Eyes widening, you realized whose chest you were lying across. His arms were above his head, not touching you. Sneaking a glance, you saw his eyes were closed against the morning light, resting but not asleep.

He must have been acutely aware of your position on his body.

Someone as skilled as he was in combat wouldn’t have completely slept, especially not with a body squirming on his torso.

You shifted away, a bolt of nervousness echoing through your chest when his eyes peeked open.

“Sorry,” you whispered, feeling the tone adequate so early in the morning. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

He smirked, and the expression in such close proximity made your heart leap. “I not mind. You no move too much.”

But it was enough. Anything within a few meters would have been enough.

“I didn’t want your sleep to suffer for mine.”

He dropped the arm farthest from you, brows furrowing into that trademark frown and fingers smoothing over the edge of the blanket. “You sleep better than alone?”

He always found a way to the core of the issue, deflecting your thoughts back on yourself. But it was true, he had helped like he predicted. “Yes. It was much better than before. Thank you for that. I was so tired.”

He nodded, hair pointing wildly across the pillow. The soft smile on his face, barely there, was enough to tell you he wasn’t upset about the lost sleep.

But still… “I’m sorry I made your sleeping worse, though. I can leave, if you want. Take an extra shift. That’ll give you some time to rest properly.”

His hand caught you, pulling you back into his chest before firmly wrapping around your side. “Stay longer. We get more rest.”

You froze for a moment before nodding against his shoulder, knowing better than to argue against his sharp tongue. After a few moments, you snuggled closer, nerves and adrenaline falling away to peaceful fatigue yet again. You barely heard him ask his next question, but you heard it nonetheless. “Come again tomorrow?”

Your arm slipped around his chest, fingers gently wrapping around his side. “I’d like that.”

So that’s exactly what you did.

But things didn’t go exactly to plan, whatever the plan was. Because it was hot. Too hot. Though it wasn’t your body. Oh, no. It was the fire. The sun. The world was plummeting, and you could hear the screaming. It was too much. You would have ran, but your legs couldn’t find the will to move. Maybe it was the burning. The searing pain in your chest was back. Was it your heart, or something else? It was hard to tell, impossibly hard to know. And yet the screaming continued. That was even worse than the burning, the darkness. It was all too much, but you had to fight back. You just had to. Something had to be done. But your body was falling, and all you could do was brace for impact—

The air was cool against your skin. That was the first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes. It was cool, and goosebumps prickled across your arms. That’s because it was dark; there was no sun.

The second thing you realized was that you were crying. You could only tell because Feitan—who you guiltily realized was already awake and watching you—was blurry.

You sat up, trembling from the adrenaline and the cold. He must have taken the blanket off you when you’d begun to panic. The world was eerily quiet except for your sniffles, ones you attempted to muffle as your eyes watered. It was all too much.

“I’m sorry,” you began, disappointed you’d ruined his sleep two nights in a row. You’d never wanted to burden him more when complying with his wishes. But he interrupted you with a swift raise of his hand.

No. He was telling you no. You shouldn’t apologize.

That only made you cry harder, water dripping from your chin as you muffled your cries with your palm. Tentatively, Feitan’s hand came to rest on your shoulder. When you didn’t brush it away, he kept it there.

It took you several minutes to regain your composure. During that time, his hand stayed firm—but not unkind—on your arm. The pressure was comforting, and when your cries reduced to mere sniffles, he pulled the blanket back over you, moving his hand from your arm in a silent gesture that you could hug him.

You hesitated, damp cheeks glistening in the faint moonlight slipping through the windows. He’d already done so much for you…

He sighed at the contemplation on your face. “It no bother. Me want to.” His hold was sturdy and sure, chest grounding under your cheek as he laid down with you. “You need to talk?”

Your eyelashes fluttered against his skin as you shook your head. “Not really.” After a beat of silence that threatened to allow your mind to wander, you bit your lip, snuggling a little closer. “But… could you?”

The silence you received in return almost made you tremble, embarrassment coursing through your body nearly as strongly as the adrenaline had.

But then he spoke. Melodious words flowed from his tongue, words foreign to your ear, but beautiful nonetheless. While chasing away your demons, he pacified his own, telling you the things he couldn’t find the words to say in English. In those whispered words, he poured more of his heart to you than he had to anyone ever before. As your breath fanned across his chest and his arms rested securely against your body, he told you everything he could think of, sounding much more eloquent to your ear than his own.

When it finally felt like his voice might go hoarse, he stopped, pulling you a little closer against him. He knew you weren’t asleep yet, but you were close enough that he hoped the silence wouldn’t bother you.

However, before you could succumb completely to your fatigue, you found the hand on his stomach, squeezing it gently in thanks. “Fei?” you mumbled. “What does that word mean?” You repeated if for him, feeling him tense slightly under your body. He’d used it so many times before, muttering it under his breath on missions with you. In his whispered ramblings, he’d repeated it over and over.

He could lie to you, but he wouldn’t. There was no way he’d jeopardize your trust like that.

Closing his eyes, he squeezed you a little tighter, willing you to understand all the words he had and hadn't said.

“Love. It translate to love.”

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kiame-sama · 4 years

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🍋 Bunny- Yandere!Adult-Trio x Chubby!Gentle!Reader Lemon

Hello my lovies~! Here is the Adult-Trio for all of you (Chrollo, Hisoka, Illumi).

Note: I do NOT and NEVER will support rape. These are stories so keep them that way. Force play is acceptable, forcing someone is rape.

Warnings; Non-con, Dub-con, consensual lemons and limes. Poly/ Harem style relationships. Hisoka's perverted nature. Illumi's absolute lack of social skills. Chrollo's manipulation tactics. Reader is sub to all three. Dom! Adult-trio. Conversations with the Zoldyck family, and the Phantom Troupe. Much confusion. Protective, Sadistic, and Obsessive yanderes. Likely to be longer than usual chapters. All three are hung like a horse.

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You sat on Chrollo's lap as he rest his chin on your shoulder, holding a book in front of the two of you with one hand. His arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you caged against his bare chest. His warmth seeping through your clothes, his jacket laying over your front like a blanket.

It was nearing the end of a job for the Phantom Troupe and most had gone off without a hitch. The only 'issue' that came up were the incessant questions from the Troupe.

Chrollo had never told them he had a significant other, and surely you would tell them more than their stoic leader. Uvogin was likely the worst about it, closely followed by Nobunaga, then Machi. But all of them were curious about you regardless.

Chrollo would allow them to ask their questions until they took too much of a flirting tone, then a single glance from him sends them away. They figure that he must be furious if he was willing to tear his eyes away from his book. Problem is, he considers anything other than questions involving him as some kind of flirting.

"Since when do you have a girlfriend!?"

"... I'm his fiancé..."

"You're getting married!? How long have you two known each other?"

"A while."

"What-? Where did you even come fr-"

Uvogin quickly fell silent as those intense steel eyes locked with his. Okay. Off-limits question.

It didn't take too long for the Troupe to catch the hint that their leader wanted some space so they quickly backed off, giving him some much needed room.

"They didn't even notice."

"Ch-Chrollo... I said I didn't want to..!"

"Shh... No one will ever know. You have to stay quiet though, or else they'll figure out what we've been doing. I just want to feel you for a bit, it doesn't have to be for very long."

You bit down on your lip as his unoccupied hand rest beneath his jacket, silently rubbing your exposed heat. He had been for a while now. It was a good thing the troupe explained away your blush due to nerves.

It didn't take much movement from him to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your thighs until you were exposed enough for him to tease you. He hadn't turned the page in a long time, likely due to the book only being a front to throw off the troupe. You stifled a whimper, slightly arching your back.

"Chrollo..!"

"(Y/n), I promise you, they won't catch us. So long as you keep that beautiful voice of your's quiet, they will never know."

"... Promise?"

"I swear to you."

You didn't respond to his reassurance to keep the scandalous behavior secret from the others. He took your silence as a 'yes' and deftly unbuttoned his pants, sliding you back by your hips to rub your soft pussy against his aching cock. You had no idea how on earth you were supposed to be quiet with that monstrous length being stuffed into you. Sometimes you couldn't help but shiver in anticipation, knowing what a stretch it was taking his entire length into you.

Chrollo lightly kissed your shoulder, lowering your hips and allowing gravity to help him sink into you. Your entire body tensed at the almost painful intrusion, sitting as still as possible to get used to it. Deep breaths from the male behind you drew your attention to how still he was sitting. He was typically unable to remain still for so long, but it seemed like he was being patient today.

"I'm going to start thrusting just a bit... I need to feel your tight walls massage my cock."

"But, Chrollo..!"

"You can't expect me to sit completely still while buried to the hilt in my most precious treasure."

"They'll notice..!"

He hummed and the book began to faintly glow in his hands before a kind of bubble shield wrapped a full dome around the two of you with at least a 10ft radius. It must be a skill he stole... But what did it do?

"Now they won't see us. All they see is an innocent couple cuddling. They can still hear us, so stay quiet, but now I can bend you over this pillar and pound you into the ground like I want to."

"Chrollo, you said you just wanted to feel for a bit, not a full session..!"

"You're always so naive, I can't help but deceive you just to see how much you still trust me."

"But-"

Your whimpering complaint was cut off sharply by his lips firmly pressed into your own, his hips now bucking up roughly into you. There was no choice but to keep your lips locked with his to keep all of the moans inside. The jacket falling from your shoulders as he used his free hand to pull up your shirt and bra, allowing your chest to bounce freely.

He broke the intimate kiss and bent you over the fallen pillar, as promised. You began panting helplessly as his thrusts forced all of the air out of your lungs, nails digging into the chipped stone. You had to put your head down to try and muffle the noises that were fighting to get out of you.

Your body began to shake as he continued to bury himself into you, keeping one hand firmly on the book to keep the illusion from disappearing.

"Mmm~ I do love riding you like this... Do they do it too? Can they ride you to the point you're drooling and a complete mess?"

"N-no..! Only you..."

Trying to keep your voice from squeaking out or getting louder as you responded to the black-haired male. He was right, he was best at riding you like this in comparison to the other two.

"Only me."

You bit harshly on your hand, feeling that burning coil winding up inside of you. Your whole body began tensing from the pleasure bubbling up in you. It didn't take long for that coil to snap as you cry into your hand.

Your whole body spasmed with every following thrust before he released into you, moaning softly into your ear. You whimpered softly as he kissed your neck, slowly pulling out of you. You stayed in that position, laying out over the pillar and catching your breath.

You knew he was staring at you, pleased with what he had done to you and the mess he made of you. He was the most intelligent of your partners and he had a way of making you convinced you want him. He was skilled in letting the other two drive you closer to him for seeming more stable mentally and emotionally. A light chuckle met your ears and you glared over your shoulder at the amused male. He watched you closely with a smirk on his lips, his hair ruffled from the usual slicked back style.

"Fuck off, Chrollo."

"Not likely. I'd rather keep fucking you, but it seems I managed to tire you out."

"... I told you I was already tired. Not my fault you didn't listen."

He just chuckled again and casually fixed his clothes, slicking back his hair once more. Once he was pleased with his appearance, he gently rubbed your back, pulling your clothes back on and pulling you back onto his lap. You were exhausted and happy to settle for laying back against his chest, pulling his jacket close and snuggling down.

"Careful. Keep moving against me like that and I won't be able to hold myself back."

"That sucks. You've already fucked my brains out today, so now you get to be my heating pad."

"(Y/n)-"

"Heating pads don't talk."

You felt his chuckle more than you heard it, as it rumbled softly in his chest. When you two were settled once more he removed the illusion.

Thankfully, it seemed that the others were none the wiser about what the two of you just did. Chrollo, seeing how tired you were, decided to be merciful and lay along the pillar with you laying on his chest. It was rare for Chrollo to lay down, even when he slept, so you understood the surprised and confused stares from the troop.

You didn't honestly care what they were thinking as you lay across their leader's chest, lounging on one of the most terrifying men in the world. Some would call you crazy for it, but you were desensitized to being in the presence of dangerous people.

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You lay across the comfortable couch with your head resting on Illumi's lap as he silently watched you. Illumi being the more emotionally challenged one of your husbands, due to his life-long training as an assassin.

You were trying to take a break from his mother's consistent pestering. She clearly adored you and was thrilled at the idea of you being her daughter in law. To your surprise, Illumi's father was also fond of you. It surprised you because the man rarely ever spoke and you had been halfway convinced he didn't like you in the slightest.

"My dear, I had one more question."

"Mother..."

"Hush, Illumi. I can ask my future daughter in law whatever I want to ask."

"..."

It wasn't hard to tell when Illumi was frustrated- at least for you- but his mother payed the glare no mind. You went to sit up before a firm hand gripped your shoulder, keeping you in place. Illumi's eyes were typically the best way to read his emotions and the look he gave you told you to stay where you were.

With a soft sigh, you settled back down with your head in his lap, letting him gently pet your hair.

"Okay, well, it's a few more questions. But I want to know how you two met?"

"We met-"

"It doesn't matter how we met. She's here now, so that's all that matters."

You wanted to sigh at his dominant behavior, deciding to fully sit up, much to Illumi's frustration. If his parents noticed his hostile behavior towards them, they didn't mention it. He still fought to make you lay back down, but you were done with his bad mood.

"Illumi. Stop."

"..."

"Now."

"... Fine."

He moved his arm, allowing you to sit up, but as you settled next to him he wrapped an arm around you as if to stake a claim. His behavior must be typical for a Zoldyck due to the lack of reaction from his parents.

"We met when he killed me on accident."

"I didn't-"

"So my heart stopping was just me taking a nap?"

"..."

"Apparently I was close to his target and he missed."

"... I didn't-"

"So you meant to hit me?"

"No."

"Then you missed."

"... Yes."

"Is that why you get so upset when asked about it?"

"... No"

"... Are you upset because you technically killed-"

"Stop."

"So, that's a 'yes' then."

You chuckled softly at the clear pout Illumi had on his face. He still refused to talk about that moment when your heart was stopped by the poison he typically used. He even went as far as to switch the toxin he used, apparently despising the poison that killed you.

That day was the same day you met Chrollo and Hisoka.

Chrollo was the one who revived you and Hisoka endlessly bugged Illumi about it. Chrollo was the first to take interest in you, apparently finding your 'energy' fascinating. Hisoka quickly followed suit, loving the way you responded to his teasing. Illumi was technically last to gain interest in you, though he did as well for your fascinating reactions. It was as if he felt the need to protect you like a lion and the lamb kind of story. all of this happened in the span of an hour.

From then on, all three have been rather aggressively pursuing you. Texts, letters, sticky-notes, gifts, showing up in your home, showing up any time you went out, things like that. You then had to deal with their constant attempts to one-up each other and their consistent fighting.

Once the fighting escalated from verbal to physical, you had to step in before they killed each other. It was surprising to you that all three were ready to kill for you and you could tell they weren't going to take 'no' as an answer. The next best was to agree to give all three a chance at having a full relationship with you. It quickly became apparent there would be no breaking up with them and if you chose one the other two would kill him.

This is how you wound up having three fiancés.

You had Illumi break the news to his parents about being engaged and about the fact he was one of three. They apparently took it rather well and you were stunned when Kikyo complimented you for getting the full attention of the three dangerous men you were currently engaged to. Silva never said a word about it and Illumi never told you how his father had responded to the news.

"Illumi! How could you have missed your target with all of the training you've done?"

"Drop it."

"Were you just distracted by (y/n) when you met her and that's why you missed?"

"Stop."

You could tell Kikyo's chiding was beginning to get to Illumi, watching his eyes burn with anger and some other emotion as his arm tightened around you. You knew how quickly Illumi could snap when he was in such a mood so you tried to cut the conversation off before it got to that point.

"You said you had other questions?"

"Hm? Oh, right. What last name do you plan on taking? I know there's Illumi's, but what of the other two?"

It was a damn good question. You had no idea what last name to take once you were wed as there were the last names of your three husbands and you own last name. So you had the choice of any of the four options, but you knew if you chose just one it would displease your other husbands.

"Probably all of them. Just hyphen the names together as my legal name with my maiden name first so there are less documents to deal with. I can just switch off which name is most beneficial for me depending on the situation."

"... Silva, she's perfect."

You couldn't help but chuckle at the kind words, knowing that you at least had the approval of Illumi's parents. Illumi was still holding you close to him, clearly done with this nonsensical questioning. Illumi wasn't the easiest to rile up, but his temper would always break when Hisoka or Chrollo were mentioned during 'his turn' of keeping you with him.

You also knew that Illumi had one hell of a dominance kink that played into how possessive he was of you, only fueling his aggression towards your other fiancés. You hoped his mother would stop asking questions, for your sake, due to the fact Illumi became very forceful when angered. He was already rough, given just how intensely strong he was, so you would rather not add anger into the mix.

"Which of them do you care for the most-?"

"That's enough. This conversation is over."

Illumi sharply stood and picked you up in his arms a bit too tightly, carrying you away from his mother's prying. You felt a stir of fear in your chest at how angry Illumi was, knowing what usually resulted from it. Illumi wasn't the kind of guy who took 'no' as an answer and you knew it.

Doesn't mean you wouldn't try though.

He easily made it to his room, closing the door behind him and pinning you to the bed. Illumi could only burn off his frustration and anger in two ways. First; killing whoever made him angry. Second; fucking you roughly into the nearest surface. Since the first wasn't an option as he wouldn't kill a family member, that only left the second option.

"Wa-wait, Illumi-!"

"No."

Your following plead was silenced by the rough and almost painful kiss, trying to struggle in his grip. He was already to the point that his eyes were becoming glazed and he was becoming lost to the feeling of your skin. He wasn't one to feel much of anything, but there was an addictive quality to you that he desperately wanted to overdose on.

Everything would fade away into the background and out of his mind so long as you were pressed up against him. He wasn't typically the kind to let himself get lost in an emotion. He was always rather cold and calculating, but the simple bliss of turning that logical mind off for once and riding an emotion high... Intoxicating.

"Illumi- Illumi, stop! You- you're being too rough!"

He didn't respond, trying to keep his lips locked with yours for as long as he could, ripping at your clothes. Typically, Illumi knew his strength and kept it in check to not hurt you, but when he was angered he would lose himself in the taste of your lips and sound of your voice. It wasn't very often it happened, as he had rather consistent control over himself, though there were times like these that you knew he wouldn't stop.

It didn't matter to him if he hurt you or you didn't want him at that moment, it was what he needed and so he would take it. He would worry about the rest later, when his primal desires were satiated and he had worked out enough energy. Usually, after coming back to himself and realizing his behavior he would apologize and would cuddle you for however long you wished. He would treat you like fragile glass unless you say otherwise.

That was hard to do as an assassin who had been trained to ignore everything beyond his orders and family. He always has such little control when it comes to you. Having no prior experience to indulging in his desires, just a small slip of control would spiral down into needing to partake in his only vice, you.

He ripped his own clothes off along with yours, leaving every part of the two of you exposed. There was a low growl of pleasure rumbling in the back of his throat, slowly growing louder.

He ducked his head down, catching one of your pert nipples in his mouth and putting his hands under your back, forcing you to arch up into his touch. You squirmed in his grip, winded by his sudden and aggressive behavior paired with his almost desperate need to have you. He licked and bit at your soft skin, letting his mouth trail over whatever exposed flesh he could get to.

He almost seemed frantic, as if he were worried you would somehow be gone in a few seconds and he was trying to get in every touch he could. He was practically panting like an animal during a rut, grinding his hips against yours wildly.

It didn't take long for him to bury himself into you, his eyes rolling back in pure euphoria. He rapidly began thrusting into you, the force of his wildly bucking hips moving you up and down the bed.

"Mine... You're mine! I won't let you get away from me, you can never leave me."

"Ah-! Illumi ple-please you're being too rough with- with me!"

"I'll break you for me. So those two don't get to have you ever again."

Your body spasmed and twitched helplessly beneath him, your body slowly blocking out the pain with mind numbing pleasure. He bashed the head of his cock into your tight cervix until it gave way, wrapping like a vice around his rock-hard length. You wrapped your arms around his neck while hitching your legs over his hips, it was all you could do to hold on.

Pleasure shot into your brain along with the pain you felt, the feelings quickly consuming you. You knew the pleasure was rising up into a fever pitch when his brutal and rapid thrusts began to lose their rhythm. Similarly, you could feel that white-hot coil of ecstasy threatening to break, each violent thrust sending you closer and closer to the abyss.

As soon as the coil within you snaps, you had to press your lips to his in order to stop yourself from screaming loudly enough that the whole house could hear. You felt the growl that tore through his throat more than you heard it, each flooding pulse making him spasm in short, rough thrusts that only continued to over-stimulate your nerves. Once he had gotten every ounce of his cum into you, he slowly withdrew from your tight womb, returning to his senses.

"I apologize. I did not intend to lose control like that. Did I injure you?"

"No more than you usually do... But for my sake, please stop fucking me exclusively in your anger. There's only so much I can take."

"I... Will work on my self-control for you."

He conceded that you were in the right and that he was the one who had messed up in that exchange. He wrapped his arms around you and lay next to you while he gently rubbed your back, apologizing for his wild behavior. You shivered lightly, feeling caged in the arms of a tiger.

He was more animalistic than people gave him credit for. Possessive of his mate, poor social skills at best, silent hunter that never gets caught. He was just a refined animal, a stealthy and lethal predator among clumsy prey. It only took times like this- laying curled up in his arms- to make you realize just how dangerous the men who latched onto you really were.

It hadn't fully set in when you first agreed to date the three of them, but it was never going to be just dating. They were ready to kill one another, like three predators fighting over a mate, though you felt more like prey.

A Serpent, a Fox, and a Spider all fighting over you. What started out as a small competition to win you became an absolute obsession to have you. They only don't kill each other to not fall out of favor with you and it would be inconvenient. This meant a lot of tense moments when the three are together as if they'd just as easily kill one another even though it seemed they were friends at some point.

This meant that only your shared affection for them made them hesitate. You were the cute chubby little hutch bunny surrounded by the wild and aggressive top predators. You could never have known how dangerous they were when you first encountered them. It's one thing to be a criminal, it's another thing entirely to be on top of the criminal world.

The Phantom Troupe was notorious for stealing everything they wanted, no matter what kind of trouble they have to go through. The Zoldycks were the top assassin family that not one person scoffed at the name, both in fear and reverence that no one can stop them. Hisoka was the top of the list for being a well known Sociopath, going after everyone and anyone no matter what that person was to him prior.

You had never known- in your safe little home- what kind of world existed beyond your docile life. The darker side of the world that gentle girls like you could never even dream of. But by gaining their attention you may as well have been thrown in between the three with a leash already secure around your neck.

You were in great danger but you were also one of the safest people on the planet, secure in the arms of the most dangerous people in the world. If anyone was stupid enough to try, not a hair on your head would be touched without extreme ramifications. They may have spats with each other, but they loved and wanted you more. They put away their deadly desires towards each other and continued killing everyone else.

What is more terrifying then one of the top criminals of the world? Three of the top criminals of the world working together towards a common goal. At that point, if they're coming after you with the goal to kill, some divine being must hate you with a passion.

It didn't take long to accept their insane desire for you, deciding you wouldn't be able to escape one without all you know being destroyed, you're triple fucked now. You left your life mostly behind, seeming like one of those foolish girls who runs off with trouble only for their heart to get broken. But it wouldn't get broken and you weren't doing this for you, you were doing it for everyone you cared about.

Sometimes one must be offered up as a sacrifice to keep their world from spilling over into yours. People would die and cower in fear, others will swear hatred against everyone involved, and you would be responsible for it all. Besides, though they terrified you a good bit sometimes, you could still occasionally forget their status and treat them like any fiancé would be.

They're quite amused with letting you seem like you have the dominance, but being the real danger that lurks behind and always makes sure you know who your doms are. The three teamed up just to get you, and now they aren't letting go.

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Hisoka was the more... Mentally Unstable... Of the three of your soon-to-be husbands. There were times you worried he would kill you instead of marry you, but that was apparently just part of his charm. He was unpredictable, setting off every danger-bell in your head. A real-life monster who just wanted the burn the world. He was also the one to treat you to whatever you wanted and absolutely wanted to spoil you rotten.

The ends were always worth the means to Hisoka so he smothered you with affection and gave you everything without fuss. Sometimes he felt more like a hot insane carnie-sugar-daddy than you expected given how the other two used such things to manipulate you. It was like an indulgent pet owner who just loved to spoil their little darling with everything.

This also meant he was one hell of a service dom and craved to watch you become delirious with bliss. Seeing you just drowning in pleasure before he would even put his cock in you. It probably didn't help that he was quite the sexual deviant and knew exactly what to do to break you for him. This worship kind of manipulation is what got him going.

He always enjoyed a good fight and they made him just oh so excited, but he would easily settle for a good 'wrestle' session instead. But something lit a fire in the openly sexual being. Something about you drove him mad and he wanted you- the little bunny- to snap your teeth in frustration at him or to open you legs for him. Either way, you were just too fun to give up for any reason. None of them would ever get bored with you and if one was invested, the other were as well.

It was once just a competition against each other, though that quickly became an insane obsession over you. All you did, all you were, everything about you, was what they wanted. That challenge between each other became just an added pride bonus instead of the focus of their game.

No. The real prize was you.

Hisoka would shower you in affection and do whatever it took to make you mewl and moan. If you didn't want to play, he would typically back off and take care of it himself unless he was in a blood lust, in which case he can't stop. In one of his blood lusts, he only had two functions; kill or fuck, so the obvious answer was the second option.

He slowly trailed his lips over your shoulder, massaging your back as you lay face-down on the bed. You could tell he was enjoying the massage as much as you were, if the hardening length on your back was anything to go by. You loved the fact that he could tell you were tired and in need of some general love and affection.

You had been rather tense given the situations you had been in prior to joining Hisoka. Though Hisoka seemed as if he were the most frightening or stressful to be around, but surprisingly he was not. If anything, Hisoka was the one you never had to worry about in your stressful life. You knew he was more of a loner and he was not aggressive towards you as he was others.

His hands were warm and gentle against your poor tense back, paying special attention to the firmer knots. It almost felt like he was smoothing out the deep muscles that had been so tense just moments before, letting you absolutely melt into his touch.

You let out a long moan of pleasure as warmth seemed to spread through your body, feeling relaxation fill your body. A light kiss at your shoulder reminded you of Hisoka being attached to those heavenly hands on your back.

"Mmm~ Look how cute you're being... Just letting all your little moans out."

"A-ah... Hisoka..!"

"Just like that."

You whimpered softly in bliss, feeling shivers run through you as his nails gently scrape over your skin. He used enough pressure to work your muscles but not enough to sink his nails into you. There was little chance you could ever be more comfortable than you were at that moment.

Getting a nice long warm bath that pulled your worries away. Cuddling up in a soft towel and just letting Hisoka brush your hair gently, allowing you to lean into his comfortable touch.

"Falling asleep on me~?"

"Mmm... Kinda..."

"Then I'll just have to wait for you to wake back up."

"You don't have to..."

"Have to..?"

"Wait. I mean... If you wanted to, I would let you..."

A soft chuckle came from his chest, making you look up at him. Hisoka was rather skilled in getting you to beg for him, since he refused to take advantage of you unless you explicitly tell him to. And he was the one out of your three soon-to-be husbands that you always enjoyed having sex with.

He was pleased with any position or location, so long as it is you he's with. Even if you wanted to top, he would be happy as ever to be a switch. So long as he was able to have you melting into cute little moans, he was pleased.

"You asking for me to fuck you even if you fall asleep? Is that what would would like for me to do to you?"

"I wouldn't... Say no."

"Want me that badly~? I'd be happy to do that for you."

"... please?"

"With pleasure."

He gently rolled you onto your back, grinning as he looked down at you, seeing your bright blush. Your soft body was completely on display for him and he gently trailed his fingers over the bruises and marks the other two left behind. That's not to say he doesn't mark you, but he does it more intentionally and with purpose.

"Look how roughly they treated you... Tsk, this won't do at all. Here, let me kiss it better."

He gently ghosted his lips over your neck, pressing soft kisses any time he found a bruise or mark on your body. You mewled and moved your hips slightly as he trailed down, kissing around your breasts and giving a light lick at each peak. It was almost maddening with how slowly he was going, each touch leaving you burning for more.

He ensured to go over every little mark on your body, worshiping your soft skin and loving every mark he found. Sometimes, you were self-conscious about the lightning like scars on your skin, but somehow Hisoka made everything okay. That nervousness didn't really go away with Chrollo or Illumi, even though you know they don't judge you. But there was still a part of you that hated those scars until Hisoka got to them.

He behaved as if you were some delicate renaissance painting that needed to be shown gentle love and affection, even with any marks that may have formed. For how much he loved to mercilessly tease you and poke your last nerve, he was one hell of a considerate lover. If you didn't enjoy it or if it made you feel inferior, he would downright refuse to do it. He would only ever do things you wanted him to do to you, and he got pleasure from giving pleasure to you.

His kinks revolved around the way others reacted to him. Anger and frustration towards him easily get him hard, but blushing and mewling from his actions? Oh, you must be trying to make him cum sounding like that.

Fair to say, he would be rough when you wanted him to be and he would pleasure you endlessly regardless of being gentle or not.

"I think right here needs the most attention."

"Whe-? Ah! Hisoka!"

The moment you had tried to look down your body at him, he began to leave long licks through your folds. His nose pushing at your clit as he sensually dug his tongue into you. You let out moans and cries as you arched your back from the sensation filling your mind.

You wound your fingers through his flame red hair and held on, crying out in bliss from the intense pleasure. You could feel his smirk as he only doubled his efforts, moaning out against you and pressing closer. You couldn't stop the loud moans that ripped from your throat, whimpering from the slick feeling of his skilled tongue.

He move his tongue in thrusting motions, putting your legs up over his shoulders, intentionally trapping himself. He hummed against you and gripped your soft thighs, pressing them against his face.

You could feel that coil of pleasure inside of you winding rapidly from his continued attention, his eyes almost completely rolled back. He was gripping your hips in order to move them against his mouth, wanting you to practically shove his face into your heat. You were panting heavily at this point, gripping onto his hair like a lifeline as the pleasure built.

As if every nerve in your body was buzzing with electricity, your cry was harsh and guttural the moment that pressure broke. You could barely stop your legs from tensing and tightening around his head, holding him securely in place as the pleasure burned through you. Being the kind of person Hisoka is, he ensured to continue thrusting his tongue into you to make your orgasm last longer.

Only when you fell limp on the bed did he finally pull away, licking his lips sensually and licking your slick from your thighs. Say what you will about him, but there was no denying the fact that Hisoka has one hell of a tongue. You let your body relax into the sheets as he moved up, caging your body with his and hovering over you with a grin.

You looked up at his messy red hair and bedroom eyes, feeling a light pressure against your sensitive heat.

"Seems you enjoyed that~ Don't worry, unlike the other two, I know how to please you until your delirious."

"..."

"Do you still want me to fuck you to sleep?"

"... Yes."

"Good."

He let you dig your nails into his shoulder as he slowly slid into you, letting out deep moans from the pleasure and pain. It was around this time that he usually began to lose his grip on his self control, but he still maintained a slow and steady tempo. He was watching your cute little expressions each time he sunk into you, loving the way your glassy eyes stared up at him.

He maintained the slow pace, only speeding up when you began to doze off, bringing you straight back to consciousness. The slow building pleasure seemed to be consuming all reasonable thought in you, letting you drown in the feeling. You could feel the heavy pulse of his heartbeat deep within you from his cock, feeling every rivet and point he pressed up against.

You couldn't stop the whimpers of pleasure and the shaking of your soft body as he continued to thrust into your warm insides. He was beginning to lose his self-control, his hands tightening on your hips and his thrusts gradually gaining speed. Again you felt that coil of pleasure winding tightly inside of you and you couldn't stop your moans that grew louder and louder.

"Are you gonna cum for me? Let your tight little pussy milk my cock..."

"Mmm... Hisoka..!"

"I'm right here. Sink your nails in and feel that I'm here with you~"

You did exactly that, feeling a light trail of blood from where you dug your nails into his toned body. His thrusts were firm enough to move you up and down on the bed, your eyes rolling back. Something was different about your building orgasm that made your toes curl and your spine tense. The pleasure running through your body was all consuming, making your cry harsh and loud as the coil within you snaps.

You were faintly aware of his continued thrusts as your body jerked and twitched helplessly beneath him from over-stimulation. Each movement practically tearing through you like individual orgasms in their own right. When he finally reached his orgasm, you were drooling and delirious.

Your muscles continuing to pump and squeeze his cock as you attempt to calm down, feeling every heavy spurt of cum painting your insides. When you finally went limp, Hisoka was grinning widely down at you. Oh, how fucking cute you are, making such sinful faces and noises just for him.

Well... Him and two others. Much as he wanted to slaughter them and claim you as his prize, he knew it would upset you and push you away from him. That was just something he couldn't allow.

So for now he just grinned down at you, watching you slip into sleep from sheer exhaustion, still clamped down on his deeply seated cock. He was happy to sleep now and take advantage of another round later, knowing that you came back to him time and time again. He would be the best lover you will ever know.

Who knows? Maybe he'll even win you fully with his continued attention. Maybe.

Not likely.

#yandere #yandere illumi #yandere chrollo #yandere hisoka #hxh #yandere hxh #yandere illumi x reader #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hisoka x reader #poly-yandere x reader #x reader #Female reader #fem reader

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readerinsertfanfiction · 3 years

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Bae’st of All

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Kyubae the bae’st bae of all aka Kyubei

Prompt: Seeing how Kyubei is named after an alias that the real Mitsuhide Akechi used (Juubei) the chances of fans getting a Kyubei route from Cybird are slim. However, it is simply impossible not to fall for this man. He is too good. So here have my attempt at writing a route.

The key of the previous chapter was (Romantic/Dramatic):

+4/+2

+4/+4

+2/+2

A/N: Almost, almost, almost, uhoh...

Chapters:

1.1| 1.2 | 2.1 | 2.2 | 3.1 | 3.2 | 4.1 | 4.2 | 5.1 | 5.2 | 6.1 | 6.2 | 7.1

Avatar Challenge 1| 3.1 Gacha POV | 1st Letter | 5.2 Gacha | Avatar Challenge 2

My days in Azuchi passed by peacefully after that war council. While the castle was bustling in work in preparation for the war there was something satisfying about the rhythm of each passing day. Soon I had forgotten all about the rumours surrounding the vassals of Nobunaga.

(Wow, so this was the west from the 16th century!)

During the sparse free hours of my day Kyubei had taken me out to the outskirts of the castle town market where the foreign merchants had settled themselves, showing off their western products as well as to talk about their countries.

“How do you like it?”

The sight of the foreign apparels occupied my eyes and attention so much that I nearly missed out on Kyubei’s question, nearly, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was leaning over me as he whispered the words into my ear.

“Wonderful!”

Jump back

Squeak

Chuckling at my reaction Kyubei retreated as I calmed my pounding heart, pretending myself to be immersed into one particular item.

“The lady has an eye for detail, I see!”

The merchant addressed me when I picked up a heavy brass formed sphere meant to be worn as a pendant. Its top was intricately carved to be able to see the inside of the item as well as its top could be folded open.

“A wa-- timepiece?”

Though it misses a minute hand and still crudely made compared to the ornamental pocket watches of later centuries I recognise the item in hands, surprise settling in as I find myself admiring an early piece of fashion.

“I see that you’re well-informed as well! The nobility in the west wear it for status and fashion, but it’s purpose is to tell the time.”

The merchant’s words barely reach me as I’m instead met with Kyubei’s presence near me, the front of his hair brushing against my shoulder as he leans forward to peek at the item in hands.

“I have never seen one.”

His low voice causes my shoulders to tense up as I realise the proximity between our bodies, the way his lips are hovering right next to my ear as he whispers. Feeling my breath halt I try to regain my composure as I open the watch and point at the single hand that indicates the time.

“You see, they have divided time into twelve parts, indicating the ---”

As I explain how the watch works I slowly trail off when I realise that I’m still keeping it a secret from all that I’m not from this era.

“Your lady seems to be familiar with the western world, would my lord be interested in gifting this wonderful piece?”

The merchant makes another attempt at selling the item as I fall quiet, my eyes nervously skidding over to the man who is still leaning over my shoulder as deep blue eyes stare into my soul.

(For once I cannot tell what he is thinking…)

Kyubei’s usual smile is gone as he holds my gaze, as if trying to dig something out of my eyes before he finally retreats, a warm hand falling over my hand holding the timepiece as he closes the item and hands it back.

“Perhaps another time.”

Leading me away from the marketstand I’m still staring at the man in a near trance-like state, my heart pounding as I miss the warmth that emanated from his body against my back.

“I didn’t know you were so knowledgeable on foreign timepieces.”

Kyubei pauses as he addresses me, turning around as he waits for me to catch up.

(There is something missing…)

Before I can react Kyubei melts into a familiar smile as he offers a hand to me.

“Let’s get you back.”

(I wonder what that was about.)

As I try to make sense of Kyubei’s behaviour today I enter Azuchi castle alone, the steps of my feet the only sound that keeps me company as I make my way to my room.

“Lady [Name]!”

Mitsunari calls out to me, his usually cheery voice carrying a stern tone as he approaches.

“Thank goodness you’re back. The whole castle has been in an uproar.”

I feel a brick fall into my stomach when I read the distress in Mitsunari’s face, my confusion growing as I realise that the air in the castle is unusually tense.

“Get [Name] to her room, now.”

Ieyasu is quick to pop up, his usually annoyed and doll-like features now set into an even deeper frown as he glares at Mitsunari, a click of his tongue following when he eyes me.

“There is no time to catch you up now, but you better not come out of your room and become an additional burden.”

It was all of the explanation I really needed as I hid in my room, fear clamouring my heart as I wonder what had happened and if Kyubei had managed to make it back to the manor without any causality.

The whole night I sat in the dark, too anxious to sleep as I heard the hurried step of the samurai outside, sometimes low whispers following as the order was given to tighten the patrols around the castle.

(Did war finally break loose?)

Throwing my arms around my knees I rock myself as I wait for news to come, but it doesn’t come until dawn in the form of Hideyoshi.

“It is as I have always feared; Mitsuhide has ran away.”

The deep sigh that escapes him is telling of how deeply Mitsuhide’s betrayal cuts. It hurts, but my first thoughts and worries went out to another, I found.

“One of the prisoners confessed, but before we could corner him he had already slipped away in the chaos he created. Damn that…”

Hideyoshi bit his lip, trying to hold back the curses that he wanted to unleash upon one particular figure, but that had slipped him by. Releasing another sigh he eyes me instead, a hand reaching out as he pats my head.

“Don’t worry, I will drag that fox back by its tail and have him explain this nonsense. There is no way I will let Mitsuhide go that easily.”

The promise Hideyoshi gives me, accompanied with that warm smile does nothing to ease my worries, as the one on my mind is never mentioned.

#ikemen sengoku kyubei #ikesen kyubei #kyubei x reader #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen x reader #ikemen sengoku x reader #kyubei's route

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metalandmagi · 5 years

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Summer 2019 Anime Worth Watching

Summer is here, and with it brings another new season of anime! In case you’re feeling lost and want to find some new shows to pass the time, here’s some of the anime I think are worth checking out...because some really good shows tend to fly under the radar. I think there’s some genuinely interesting stuff this season, so hopefully you’ll find something you like too.

I also have a Winter list and a Spring list and a fall list now!

And here’s my master list for 2020

New Shows!

Given: A *cough* BL *cough* romance anime in which tsundere highschool guitarist Ritsuka Uenoyama is on the verge of losing his passion for music when he stumbles upon the sleepy-eyed Mafuyu Sato who constantly carries a guitar around that he doesn’t know how to play. Drama and musical shenanigans ensue. This was by far my most anticipated show of the season, because I happen to have read a few chapters of this manga and liked it a lot. The only reason I stopped was because I wanted to hear the music in this music oriented story...so naturally the anime makes me very happy. Not only is it sweet and cute with great animation, but it’s also hilarious. Sato is also basically a human incarnation of a lost puppy, and you just help but fall in love with him and the other characters! AND NOW WE HAVE TWO GAY MUSIC SHOWS THIS SEASON!

Dr. STONE: An action adventure anime that takes place 3,700 years in the future after the world is struck with a mysterious phenomenon that turns the entire human race to stone. Our protagonists: the genius, scientific minded Senku Ishigami and the muscle-y comic relief Taiju Oki, must find a way to rebuild civilization and turn humanity back to normal using the POWER OF SCIENCE! It’s fun, good looking, and way more interesting than I thought it would be. I’m not very attached to the main characters yet, although it’s still early. I’m mainly sticking around for the plot, the comedy, and the answers to the crazy amount of questions I have after watching the first episode!

Fire Force: An action/drama where super powered fire fighters must protect Tokyo from people who are spontaneously combusting while our hero Shinra must find out who started the fire that killed his mother. More than anything, I’d say this show is definitely worth watching for the cinematography and action because almost every second has been high flying dynamic animation that really grips you. It reminds me a lot of Soul Eater, the story and characters have a lot of potential, and you know an anime will be good when the girls have muscles too!

If it’s for My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord: Can you tell it’s based on a light novel? A slice of life set in a fantasy world where an adventurer named Dale stumbles upon an adorable lost little girl in the woods, who happens to be branded as a criminal. So of course Dale basically adopts her and tries to find out how she came to be with him. It’s basically fantasy School Babysitters without the tragic depth to it (but there’s room for potential). Yes, this is definitely the most wholesome show of the season, but it’s to be expected considering it’s basically Japan’s latest attempt to get people to have more babies. Personally, the most interesting aspect of this show is the fact that Dale and his “daughter” can’t speak the same language. Unfortunately, the light novel ends up pulling a Bunny Drop...so I sincerely hope the anime doesn’t try the creepy romance factor. So for now, if you feel like puking up some rainbows, give this one a try.

To the Abandoned Sacred Beasts: An action drama where, during a civil war, one side used “forbidden technology” to enhance their soldiers and basically turn them into badass monsters. The only problem: the soldiers who were turned start to lose their humanity and end up killing humans for the fun of it. Now our protagonist must hunt down his fellow soldiers and kill them before it’s too late. Honestly, this show has some pacing issues and can be a bit stilted in terms of its character interactions, but what kept me watching was the last 5 minutes of the first episode. I was so not prepared for the roller coaster that was the first episode’s ending, and now I’m extremely intrigued. Besides it’s made by MAPPA so I would at least give it a couple episodes to see if it’s for you.

Vinland Saga: The story of a young boy named Thorfinn’s journey to become a great warrior and while the adults deal with going to war. IT’S THE ONE WITH THE VIKINGS!!! It basically feels like a darker, grittier viking version of Moana. I’ve heard literally nothing but praise for this manga for so many years that my hopes skyrocketed as soon as I heard Wit was doing the adaption. And it has definitely lived up to the hype so far! It’s a great action historical drama to fill the void after Dororo. The only problem is no one will watch it because it’s on Amazon Prime.

Kochouki: Wakaki Nobunaga: A fun brightly colored historical anime about the famous warlord Nobunaga when he was a young teenager. I honestly don’t know what the tone of this anime is going to be from here on out, because it’s going to go from “fun thieving shenanigans with pretty boys” to leading people into battle, but it got me interested. I know putting Nobunaga in an anime isn’t exactly original, but this one seems like a fun ride...and it looks gay as fuck.

And I have to shout out some that haven’t premiered yet...just in case...

Try Knights: This one doesn’t come out until the end of July, but you bet your ass I’m going to be watching it because it’s an original anime about PRETTY BOYS PLAYING RUGBY! And I have a feeling it’s going to be very... different from the other resident rugby anime All Out.

Yokai Ningen BEM (Humanoid Monster BEM): Okay, this one’s not out yet either, but the trailer had a really cool vibe to it, so I’m including it anyway. It’s a remake of the 1968 anime in which a group of yokai who look like humans fight crime in the big city. If nothing else, the music is cool, and it’s made by Production I.G, so why not?

*UPDATE* The first episode finally dropped, and holy crap I’m so into this. It’s basically Durarara mixed with Psycho Pass mixed with Bungo Stray Dogs. The first episode has me completely hooked!

Next seasons and continuations!

As always there are some leftovers from the spring season that are continuing into the summer that I highly suggest!

Carole and Tuesday: The musical sci-fi anime directed by Shinichiro Watanabe wherein a rich runaway named Tuesday meets a streetwise girl named Carole, and the two decide to start a band together. Now Carole and Tuesday must rise to stardom in a world dominated by android created music. It was by far my favorite new show of the spring, and if you can find a way to watch it (because it’s still not available legally anywhere aside from Japanese Netflix apparently) I wholeheartedly recommend it. It’s got the best and most diverse music I’ve seen in an anime in a long time, an interesting setting (apparently it takes place in the Cowboy Bebop universe!?), and very well rounded fun characters. And I'm dying for a soundtrack release with all the songs!!!!

Fruits Basket 2019: Yes, the remake of the classic 2001 anime in which a girl moves in with a family who can turn into animals from the zodiac is getting a full run. And thank God because I just can’t say goodbye to it after only 12 episodes. It is so stunningly beautiful in both animation and story subjects that I don’t know what I would do without it. The characters feel so much more fleshed out, and I feel like I learn a lesson about life each week even though I already know most of what’s going to happen. If you never watched the original because thought you were too “cool” to watch a shoujo anime, give it a chance. Because if you think it’s just a generic love triangle romance show, you couldn’t be more wrong. The reboot is so good at portraying different kinds of love and how the presence of love and family can change lives AND IT’S JUST SO FREAKING GOOD!

Demon Slayer Kimetsu no Yaiba: In case you missed Ufotable’s newest project, this is a shounen anime that follows a young boy named Tanjiro and his sister Nezuko who has been possessed by a demon and their journey to turn Nezuko back to normal while fighting demons along the way. I still feel like this is a pretty basic shounen anime story wise, but I really like the characters, especially the villains. It has some of the coolest fighting/power mechanics I’ve seen in awhile, and the animation is very cool and different!

Ace of Diamond act 2: Our favorite shounen baseball anime is continuing into the summer. And I have very mixed feelings about this season so far. We are getting some fun new characters and some great scenes with the team, but the games are very...choppy and rushed. Apparently this is how it goes down in the manga, and we’re in for some good Sawamura development...but it’s still touch and go for me personally.

That’s it for now. Most of these are available on Crunchyroll, except Vinland Saga, Carole and Tuesday, and Kochouki: Wakaki Nobunaga. Since Try Knights and Yokai Ningen BEM aren’t out yet, I don’t know where they will be available legally.

See you next season!

#long post #anime recommendation #summer 2019 anime #ace of diamond #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #fruits basket #carole and tuesday #try knights #yokai ningen bem #kochouki: wakaki nobunaga #vinland saga #to the abandoned sacred beasts #katsute kami datta kemono-tachi e #if it's for my daughter i'd even defeat a demon lord #fire force #dr stone #given #given anime

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[Headcanon] What the Warlords are like When they Cry

Oda Forces

Nobunaga: He usually prefers to be alone when vulnerable, but when he does cry he genuinely breaks down; it’s pretty much a sudden downpour of tears. Like, full on clenching his teeth as the tears fall while letting out choked sobs. However once he’s done he’ll walk out like nothing happened, like you can’t even tell that he’d been bawling his eyes out a few minutes before. No matter how much he believes in courage, he will put on a facade if it means keeping his dignity.

Hideyoshi: He’s rather afraid of crying in front of others, since he doesn’t want people to worry about him. But sometimes he just can’t contain it, and the moment his lip begins quivering slightly, he begins weeping gently. It’s not loud, but he does let out a few sounds of distress, and you can easily see tear marks on his red face. It takes him a little while to stop, and usually he does if you give him a hug.

Masamune: He usually covers his mouth with his hand and furrows his eyebrows before you can clearly see the tears filling his eye. He doesn’t make much noise, except for a few sniffles, and tries to wipe the tears fast enough to keep them from falling. When it doesn’t work he just kind of lets himself break down, and most people feel very sad watching that happen. Even Ieyasu tries to actively make him feel better.

Mitsunari: Oh no, this lil baby. This sweet, pure angel. He doesn’t usually cry but when he does, every one is searching for the person who made him sad so they can beat their ass. He releases soft hiccups and sniffles a lot, and he often needs a handkerchief to wipe his nose and eyes. He’s a little clingy, but a shoulder to cry on and a lot of cuddles really help him feel better, and it doesn’t take him long to recover.

Ieyasu: Similarly to Nobunaga, he hates appearing vulnerable, so he covers his face and tells people to get lost if they ask him what’s wrong. However, when you see his face, it’s easy to tell that he’s crying; his red eyes, tear stained face, quivering lip and furrowed eyebrows make it obvious. As much as he denies it, if someone is persistent enough to give him a hug, he’ll cling to them and not let go for at least 15 full minutes.

Mitsuhide: It’s hard to tell if he even has tear ducts, but news flash, he does! But his crying is barely even existent. Unless you can clearly see the single tear rolling down his face, you wouldn’t know that he’s even close to crying, you’d just think that he’s mildly upset. From time to time though he’d sniff a bit but that’s about it.

Ranmaru: Just like Mitsunari, he’s a sweet baby whom everyone feels like protecting, so when he cries, all hell breaks loose. He is a rather loud crier, the kind that would usually make you uncomfortable, but he’s generally so cute that you really can’t help but feel bad for him. His face gets all red and he sobs loudly, and often needs to wipe his face. Like Mitsunari, he’s clingy, but to a much greater extent, to the point where he’ll collapse in your arms and bawl.

Uesugi-Takeda Forces

Kenshin: My man Kenshin, where do I begin with him? He’s the kind of person to keep their cool for a while until they can’t take it anymore and begin crying while screaming at the top of their lungs. Seriously, never make him cry. Ever. Unless you have a death wish, just don’t. He’s also really hard to console, and the angry look on his damp and red hot face is enough to scare the daylights out of anyone. But once he’s done, he acts like nothing even happened.

Shingen: He’s a very pretty crier. Even when he’s bawling his friggin eyes out, he’s a sexy piece of daddy. Usually, he’s a pretty tame crier, soft and maybe even silent, but after a while he gets a little more extreme, with a redder face and further furrowed eyebrows. However, he isn’t afraid of shedding tears, and often uses them as a way of getting free hugs.

Yukimura: Like Ieyasu, he tells people to go away when he’s about to cry. However, he sobs pretty loudly, which makes it easy to tell that he’s clearly upset. He will usually bury his face in his arms while leaning onto a table or something, which makes his hair look messier whenever he lifts his head. He doesn’t even bother to wipe his tears, and even so, his red eyes are a giveaway. However, he tends to stop crying after only a short time.

Sasuke: Since he has weak facial muscles, he doesn’t seem to show much emotion even while crying, though he does have slightly furrowed eyebrows and bloodshot eyes, and releases a fair number of soft weeping noises while taking off his glasses and wiping his eyes. Similarly to Masamune, his crying naturally makes almost everyone feel sympathetic towards him, and he doesn’t really notice that often.

Yoshimoto: He is the dictionary equivalent of a “pretty crier”. Whenever he cries, he releases cute little sobs while dabbling at his lashes with a handkerchief, cheeks flushed pretty pink. One time, Shingen even called his crying “the princess weep”, and that immediately made Yoshimoto laugh. He does feel better if he talks about the problem with someone, so having a willing listener is very helpful to him.

Mouri/Kennyo Forces

Motonari: He doesn’t usually cry, but when he does, he gets very choked up, as if he’s been stabbed in the gut with a knife, and proceeds to heave loud sobs soon after. Since he’s afraid of physical contact, it only makes it worse if anyone tries to hug him, so he prefers to remain in solitude while calming himself down. In fact, being alone actually helps a lot, since it allows him to think in peace.

Kennyo: He’s a silent crier, often releasing only a few sounds of distress while tears fall. But even so, the sad expression on his face is enough to show anyone that he’s clearly upset, eyebrows knit together and teeth clenched. Embracing someone or something close to him really helps him feel better, and so does praying or spending time alone in nature.

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ikemensweetheart · 4 years

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Spider Lilies Chapter 1

Yokai? Yoshimoto x reader.

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An unexpected turn of events leads you into the Spirit World. A land of mythical and terrifying creatures called Yokai.

Pursued by a powerful Yokai called Nobunaga, you find refuge with Yoshimoto. A 'collector of beautiful things' as he calls himself.

Trapped in a strange world with no one else to turn to.

Will you become Nobunaga's bride or will another win your heart?

A/n: I've been wanting to explore the idea of the Ikesen suitors as Yokai since the release of Mitsuhide's route. The idea seemed perfect for October. So, here it is!

I also wanted to give Yoshimoto some much needed love.

Reader is female

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, birds were singing and the flowers were blooming. It was a perfect day to go out for a walk. "I'll be back soon!" You called out as you stepped out the backdoor for your parents' house.

"Be careful!" Your mother called back from the kitchen window. "I will!"

You smiled as you set off into the woods that was on your parents' property. You had loved to take hikes in it ever since you were little. It was nice to get some fresh air while surrounded by nature. There was nothing more invigorating.

So, you were off with your sketchbook in hand and a pep in your step.

You walked down the worn deer paths you knew by heart. You followed the paths with no particular destination in mind. Your mind wandered from subject to subject as you walked. You were a college student on break and staying with your family for the summer and you were finally able to properly relax after a long semester at school.

As you walked, the trees around you opened up into a small clearing. You stopped when you saw something in the middle of it: a torii gate.

"Where did this come from?" You wondered out loud. You had never seen one in these woods before. It looked old, its red paint was chipped and dull. You were surprised to see it was still standing. There were red spider lilies growing all around it.

Curious, you approach the gate.

Nothing looked out of place other than the gate itself as you stood in front of it.

You moved closer to get a better look at it when something caught your foot. You yell as you stumble forward, falling through the gate and towards the ground.

You were surprised when a strong pair of arms caught you. "Well, what have we here?" A voice rumbled.

Your head snapped up. You find yourself staring up at a pale face, with horns protruding from his ebony black hair. "A human?" Blood red eyes flashed with surprise at the sight of you. They then narrowed. "What are you doing here?"

You glance around. You were no longer in the familiar, sunny woods near your home. All around you was a dark, foreboding forest. Tall trees looming over you as mist lay thick around the trunks. There were more spider lilies growing around you, but these ones had an ominous glow to them.

A sick feeling started to form in the pit of your stomach. A question came out of your mouth that you were dreading the answer to. "Where am I?"

"You are in the Spirit World." The strange man said.

Spirit World? Like in the old stories where Yokai live? The pit in your stomach grew.

"What do you have there, My lord?" You jumped at the sound of a voice. You looked up to see another man perched in a nearby tree. He has silvery white hair, fox-like ears on top of his head and seven tails swishing behind him. His ears twitch with interest.

"Ah, there you are, Mitsuhide." The other man said. "It would appear a human has fallen into my realm."

The fox man, Mitsuhide, studied you. His golden eyes gleaming. "Quite a fetching human." He commented.

"Indeed. She will make for an excellent bride."

You stiffen. "Wait, what?!" The man still holding you looks at you. A self satisfied smirk on his face. "You heard me correctly, human. You are to my bride."

You stare up at him with shock and horror. "You can't be serious!"

"Very serious." Mitsuhide said from up in the tree. "Lord Nobunaga would not bestow such an honor lightly."

"No way! I don't even know you."

Nobunaga's eyes narrow dangerously. "You would refuse me?"

Your body grows cold. A lot of Yokai were known for eating humans, you could very well be this guy's next meal if you didn't go along with what he said.

But, maybe there was another option...

This Nobunaga guy's arms were still loosely around you. This could be your only chance.

Deciding to take that chance, you push away from Nobunaga. Caught off guard, he lets go of you and you take off running. Ignoring the shouts behind you.

Nobunaga's eyes glare after your fleeing form. "Would you like me to retrieve her, my lord?" Mitsuhide asks. "Yes." Nobunaga answers. "And see to it that my bride is unharmed."

You didn't know where you were going, you just knew you had to get away from those two guys. You ran as fast as your feet would carry you. Weaving around the trees and dashing through the mist.

Suddenly, a figure appears from among the trees. You come skidding to a halt before Mitsuhide. "Where do you think you're going?" He asks leisurely. A wicked looking grin on his face.

You back away from him and start running in a different direction. "Looking to make a game of this, are we?" His voice echoed through the trees.

This was a nightmare.

"Very well, I always did enjoy a good game of cat and mouse!" He jumped out from behind a tree.

You scream and backpedal.

Suddenly, the ground under your feet gave way. Sending tumbling down a steep slope. As you wheeled down the sloop, you saw a figure standing at the edge of a lake.

There's a yelp as you collide into that body and you both fall into the lake. You hit the water with a splash!

You gasp from the shock. The water was ice cold.

You quickly tried to get up, but you slipped and fell back down. "Oof." Your head snapped to find yourself face to face with another man. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" You say, struggling to get up off of him. He steadied you with his hands. "It's alright." He assured you. "Though, I didn't expect to be such a lovely lady's pillow when I got up this morning." His tawny eyes twinkled with amusement underneath his dripping wet blue hair as he gave you a gentle smile.

Strangely, his reassurances put you at ease.

He helped you get to your feet.

"I would ask you to return that human to me, Yoshimoto." You froze at the sound of Mitsuhide's voice. You looked up to see him appear at the edge of the lake.

The blue haired man, Yoshimoto's, eyes narrowed. "What makes you think you have a claim to her?" He asked. "Not me," Mitsuhide replied. "But my lord has chosen this her as his bride."

You shrink away from Mitsuhide. Yoshimoto put a protective hand on your shoulder. "I see no union mark, therefore, Nobunaga has no real claim to her unless she is found in his territory." Mitsuhide took a step forward and Yoshimoto pulled you a little closer to him. Raising his free hand toward Mitsuhide. "Need I remind you, fox, that you're in my territory?"

Mitsuhide scowled. "I concede this time, Jorogumo, but my Lord will have the human as his bride." With that, he disappeared, leaving his ominous warning and a chill in your heart.

Yoshimoto sighed and let go of your shoulder. "Are you alright?" He asked. "Yeah. I'm fine." You said as you started to back away from him slowly.

Which he seemed to notice. He gave you another smile. "If you're worried about me eating you, don't be. I've never had an affinity for humans."

"But, you're a-"

"It's Jorogumo females you should be worried about. They are much more predatory than males. That's why they show up in more human stories." He explained. He then studied you for a moment. His elegant brow furrowed. "Are you cold?" He then asked.

"A little bit." There had been a slight chill in the forest when you had first entered it, but now it was freezing.

"My home isn't far from here. Come, I have a spare change of clothes you can use until those are dry."

Yoshimoto stepped onto the shore, but you remained rooted where you were. An awful thought had occurred to you.

"Wait, you're not going to try to marry me, are you?" You really didn't want this to turn into a creepy Yandere situation.

Yoshimoto looked at you, a deadly serious expression on his face. "I don't condone forcing someone to marry another against their will."

"Oh." You sighed in relief. "That's... good to know."

"Now, let's get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold."

"Okay." You stepped out of the lake and followed Yoshimoto around it until you reached a traditional Japanese house standing at the edge of the lake.

"Welcome to my humble abode." He said. "It's beautiful." You told him. "Thank you."

He led you to the bath. "Take all the time you need to wash. I'll leave a fresh set of clothes for you." He said. "Thank you." He gave you yet another smile before he left you alone.

You washed as quickly as you could. Feeling self-conscious of bathing in a stranger's home.

As soon as you're finished, you found a gorgeous silk kimono set outside the door for you. You stared at it in wonder. It had to cost more than your family made in a year.

There was a problem though: you didn't know how to put on a kimono. You had worn one a time or two when you were younger, but not enough to be able to put one on yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to put on the kimono the best you can. Relaying on your memory.

When you were finished, you knew that it wasn't the best, but it works.

You then stepped out of the bath and into the rest of the house.

As you made your way to the main room you saw all sorts of hanging scrolls, statues and pottery all over the place. It was like an entire art museum was stuffed into this house.

You found Yoshimoto in the main room. Sitting at the table with tea set out on it. "Ah, there you are." He greeted you with his alluring smile. "Are you warmer now?"

"Yes, thank you." You replied as you adjusted your kimono's collar.

Yoshimoto cocked an elegant eyebrow at you. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, it's just been ages since I've worn a kimono." Your face grew warm with embarrassment.

Yoshimoto rose to his feet. "Here. Allow me." He came up behind and undid your miserable attempt. Wrapping it around you properly and skillfully ties the obi in place. He then came around to face you. "There." He said. "You look lovely."

"Um, thanks." Your cheeks were ablaze now.

"I have some tea ready." He went to sit back down like nothing happened.

You stood there for a second as your brain kicked back on. Once it did, you hurried over and sat back down. Hoping you didn't seem too rude.

"Thank you." You say as he offered you a cup of tea. "This is quite a place you've got here." You commented as you took a sip of the tea. The main room is filled with as much art as the rest of the house. "Are you an art collector or something?"

"I'm an admirer of all things beautiful and as such, I like to fill my home with it." Yoshimoto explained. "Although, I don't believe I gave you a proper introduction and for that I apologize. I am Yoshimoto and may I ask your name?"

"I'm (MC)."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, (MC)." He says with a smile. "But, if I may ask, what are you doing in the Spirit realm?"

"Well…" You explain to Yoshimoto about the torii gate, going through it, stumbling into that Nobunaga guy and Mitsuhide chasing you.

After you finished your story, you said. "Thank you for your help, and the tea, but I should really be getting home now."

You moved to stand up. "I'm afraid that may not be possible." Yoshimoto said softly. You stopped. "What? Why?"

"There were red spider lilies around the gate, correct?"

You nodded. Yoshimoto let out a sad sigh. "The spider lilies mark the path between the human world and the Underworld. On the rare occasion, that path goes through the Spirit realm. However the path is always changing and never stays in the same place for long." That pit that was in your stomach earlier came back with a vengeance. "What does that mean?"

"It means that the only way back to the human world is along that path." Yoshimoto's expression was a solemn one. "I've no doubt that since Nobunaga intends to make you his wife, he will have had the flowers destroyed by now and There is no other way for you to return home than the way you came."

You dropped back down to the floor. It felt like the wind had just been knocked out of your lungs. "You… you mean I can't go home?"

You had to go home. You had promised your mom you'd be home in time for dinner. She was making your favorite. You… you couldn't break your promise.

"I truly am sorry." Yoshimoto murmured. There was a sad look in his eyes that told you he meant it, but it still didn’t make you feel any better.

Hot tears start streaming down your cheeks. This can’t be happening. All you had done was go out for a walk. You hadn’t expected to never be able to return home. You had told your mother ‘see you later.’ Not ‘goodbye.’

Suddenly, there’s a hand on your shoulder. Your head snapped up. You found Yoshimoto looking at you with a gentle look in his eyes. “Since you have nowhere else to go, you’re welcome to stay here.” He said softly. “I can’t.” You objected. “I can’t pay you or anything like that.”

“There’s no need for payment.” He replied. He gave you a reassuring smile. It was strange how easy it was for this guy made you feel at ease. “You don’t have to have an answer right away.” Yoshimoto added. “You can sleep on it. I have an extra room and a futon you can use for now.”

“Thank you.” You murmured.

“This way.” Yoshimoto helped you to your feet and led you to another room. There, he pulled out a very cozy looking futon and rolled it out on the floor.

“I’ll leave you to rest.” He said.

“Thank you again.” You mumbled.

He gave you one last, worried look before leaving you alone in the room.

You collapse on the futon. More tears running down your cheeks as choked sobs started to escape from inside of you.

Meanwhile, Yoshimoto stood outside your door. Listening to the heartbreaking sound of you crying. He remained there, making sure you were alright until finally sleep had overcome you. It was only then that he left.

To be continued…

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Thanks for reading. I hoped you all enjoyed.

Stay Safe.

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lorei-writes · 3 years

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Match-Up #11

Hello, @cauldroncatx ! May the matchmaking begin!

Hmm... I see. I presume suitors who are good at communication and aren’t easily driven away would be preferable then. I would also dare to make a guess that more relationships oriented warlords could be a better choice (my reasoning is that they may be more willing to put work into it to start, as opposed to treating it as just a fling).

Ieyasu ( - ) <- inefficient at communication, does not allow people to come close, would not pursue anybody

Hideyoshi ( - ) <- would look for an excuse as not to let his feelings develop

Masamune ( - ) <- may be unwilling to pursue anybody, at first he thinks of it as just of another fling.

Mitsuhide ( - ) <- he would even encourage not being trusted

Kenshin ( - ) <- would let himself be pushed away

Mitsunari ( + )

I presume being ambitious and/or driven falls within the same category as having strong convictions. As such, I think it would be respected, even held in high esteem, by some of the more goal-oriented warlords, the ones who wish to bend the world to their will.

Nobunaga ( + )

Masamune ( + )

Acceptance is generally something that would be appreciated by all of the warlords. At first I wondered whether some would find it more appealing than others, but I ended up leaning more towards reasoning that all would crave acceptance similarly, even if showing it in different ways. As such, no points were distributed for this trait.

However, sensitivity to others seems to be a little different Some of the warlords would be touched especially much by being understood in a deep and genuine way. Additionally, some of them would be thrilled to have a partner who’s understanding of emotion of people in general.

Masamune ( + + )

Mitsuhide ( + + )

Kenshin ( + )

Nobunaga ( + )

Shingen ( + )

Mitsunari ( + )

Creativity is something that would go well with suitors more interested in arts, I presume. However, it could prove a great asset in solving problems.

Masamune ( + )

Nobunaga ( + )

Shingen ( + )

Mitsuhide ( + )

Mitsunari ( + )

As for being relaxed... Certain suitors certainly could use more of that attitude in their lives.

Hideyoshi ( + )

Nobunaga ( + )

Being overly sensitive could go bad with warlords who are rather harsh in their words. I presume it could also be worsened by general lack of emotional stability.

Ieyasu ( - )

Yukimura ( - )

Nobunaga ( - )

Kenshin ( - )

Mitsunari ( + )

Shingen ( + )

Hmm, stubbornness on the other hand would be crucial to make some relationships possible. More often than not, I can see it as a positive quality when dealing with some of the suitors.

Nobunaga ( + )

Hideyoshi ( + )

Kenshin ( + )

Shingen ( + )

Masamune ( + )

Mitsuhide ( + )

Mitsunari ( + )

Being reserved, on the other hand... I feel it was sufficiently addressed in the first point, in character you consider yourself most similar to. As not to give out points for it twice, it shall be omitted.

Dislike of confrontations... In case of some warlords, a direct confrontation seems to be the only way to make them realise that they weren’t exactly behaving in an acceptable manner towards MC or themselves. I presume this tendency would not disappear.

Mitsuhide ( - )

Hideyoshi ( - )

Nobunaga ( - )

Masamune ( - )

Shingen ( - )

Kenshin ( - - )

Overthinking can be soothed by several things - I presume that either reliable or relaxed partner would work. Given that I can’t know which one would be better, let’s... Give (+) points to both?

Masamune ( + )

Hideyoshi ( + )

1st Summary:

Mitsunari ( + + + + + )

Masamune ( + + + + )

Nobunaga & Shingen ( + + + )

Mitsuhide ( + + )

Hideyoshi ( + )

Yukimura ( - )

Kenshin & Ieyasu ( - - )

Points distributed for likes:

Masamune ( + + + + ) <- art, nature, adventure, crafting

Nobunaga ( + + + ) <- art, nature, adventure

Shingen ( + + + ) <- art, nature, crafting

Mitsuhide ( + + + ) <- art, nature, adventure

Yukimura ( + ) <- nature

Points distributed for dislikes:

Mitsunari ( + + ) <- if anything, he could understand preferring plain foods and dislike of crowds

Masamune ( - - ) <- strong tasting food (I think his soul of a cook may be hurt initially, haha), big loud crowds

Nobunaga ( - - ) <- being misunderstood and not listened to (at least at first)

2nd Summary:

Only characters with ( + ) by their name will be considered in the final stages.

Mitsunari ( + + + + + + + )

Masamune ( + + + + + + )

Shingen ( + + + + + + )

Mitsuhide ( + + + + + )

Nobunaga ( + + + + )

Hideyoshi ( + )

Kenshin & Ieyasu ( - - )

I presume Nobunaga could appear as being rather discriminatory, at least with his generally harsh way of speaking and his plan to rule. As such, we tell him bai-bai. ( Not necessarily because he meets the criteria 100%, but because I think the way he could be perceived may align with it too well, consequently making the relationship impossible to start).

Nobunaga ( + + + + )

Mitsunari ( - ) <- he is a good listener, but given how literal he is in understanding, he may come off as somebody who is unwilling to be understanding.

Damn, this is amazing!

cauldroncatx +3 cool points

Difficulty level increased. All the suitors must try harder now.

Haha, it appears they didn’t even make this this far! Luckily so! :D

Final Ranking:

Given that the first spot is occupied by three suitors, the results shall be written for the second spot!

Mitsunari & Masamune & Shingen ( + + + + + + )

Mitsuhide ( + + + + + )

Hideyoshi ( + )

Mitsuhide:

Confessed first: Mitsuhide, although you didn’t know he was serious at the time.

Makes tea in the morning: You

Hogs blankets at night: Mitsuhide

Is the little spoon: Most often - you. However, when he returns from a mission he had to complete by himself, you may spoil him a little.

Possible points for conflict: At times, he may insist on you staying behind without disclosing his reasons.

Free time ideas: Creating plays and music (which may be later used as part of your disguise during your travels), taking breaks to hike while passing between cities.

Favourite date spot: Your very own shared bedroom.

A secret you share: You assisted him on more missions than Nobunaga gave you permission to. Sometimes you didn’t pose as his wife, but as a woman Mitsuhide was courting.

His favourite thing about you: Your voice and hands, as they help you release your ideas out of your head and into the world.

His message to you: “Whichever form you take, whatever disguise you don, whether I have to prove myself - I will.”

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lyssawritesfanfic · 4 years

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Where I Belong

fandom: ikemen sengoku

hideyoshi x reader

cw: smut, jealousy

“Ah, lass, that new outfit looks absolutely ravishing on you,” purred Masamune as you stepped through the door. It was a new design, a cross between a modern day cocktail dress and a traditional kimono. You were really quite proud of how adorable it was, how you were able to combine the sexiness of the 21st Century with the traditional beauty of the 15th. The back of the gown trailed along behind you, the front transforming into a pleated miniskirt, leaving your long, slim legs on display. If only you could make shoes too! Stilettos would have been killer with this!

“Thank you, Masamune,” you responded, sure to keep your reply short and sweet, lest he take it as an invitation.

“You know where it would--”

“Yeah, yeah, it would look much better on your floor, come up with a new one and maybe I’ll laugh.”

“Oh, you wound me!” Masamune laughed heartily, clutching his chest in mock anguish as you walked past him. As much as you enjoyed being eye candy, there was only one man’s reaction you were interested in. And across the room, the minute you caught his eye, his cup went tumbling from his hand.

“You okay there, Hideyoshi?” you asked slyly, fully aware that having your legs out there for all to see and the sweetheart cut-out you cleverly tailored in so the crisp air could slide across the tops of your breasts had him in complete shambles, but for now, you would relish in the teasing. His cheeks were tinged with red as you bent down to retrieve his dropped glass, looking up at him as he stammered and tried to find words.

“What, do you not like it?” you handed him back his cup, growing slightly concerned at his inability to speak.

“You... you look amazing, but... are you sure you’re comfortable being in public like this?” His eyes trailed down your body, his hand holding onto yours when he took back his drink, almost as if holding onto your hand was the only thing preventing him from stroking your exposed skin.

“Where I’m from this is actually pretty normal to wear, so I feel really great wearing something like this again.”

“O-oh, really?”

“Yep! Why, do you... not like it?”

“No, it looks great on you! I’m just worried about...” His eyes darted about at the rest of the warlords present, notably Masamune and Nobunaga. It was no secret that Hideyoshi was protective of you, but especially in the presence of those three. They had come to terms with the fact that you had fallen for Hideyoshi and Hideyoshi alone, but that didn’t stop them from flirting or teasing. And that would forever unsettle your strong, stalwart lover. But, who knows? Maybe you wanted to see him a little bit jealous. Just a little bit, of course, you didn’t want him to go all yandere on you, as Sasuke would say, but it’s always nice to feel wanted.

“Bold of you, flaunting all that in front of Hideyoshi’s rivals,” Nobunaga chuckled, refilling Hideyoshi’s cup.

“I didn’t think you thought of him as a rival, Lord Nobunaga?”

“Oh, I don’t. I’m just biding my time until my lucky charm realizes where it is she belongs.” He let out a hearty laugh and you started to question whether or not you should have worn modern wear in front of these 15th Century warlords. That all had weird crushes on you. Though, god, you wouldn’t give this up for the world, but sometimes missed your time. You missed the clothes, the freedom to show a little skin, hell, you missed air conditioning. But one look at Hideyoshi and--

“Why don’t we get out of here,” he whispered. He was always protective and perceptive, especially when it came to you. You let him lead you out of the party as Nobunaga and Masamune snickered, Mitsuhide eyeing the whole scene, sure to make a snide comment the next day.

Once the door slide closed to your room, you found yourself pinned to the wall, one of his arms closing you in at your side, the other above your head.

“I don’t ever want to tell you what to do... one of the things I love so much about you is your free spirit,” Hideyoshi whispered in your ear, his hot breath on your cold skin giving you shivers.

“But... if I could make a request...”

He moved down your neck, nipping and kissing until he reached your collarbone, his teeth suddenly latching on tight as he gnashed them about, taking great care to leave a large red mark as you gasped.

“Could you please only wear that around me? I don’t think... anyone else is ready for your time’s fashion...”

His hands skillfully untied your obi, your dress pooling on the floor at your feet as Hideyoshi moved to mark the base of your throat.

“Wh-when you ask me so nicely...” it’s all you could manage to get out before wanton moans escaped your lips. He was probably right. As strong and independent and modern as you were, it may not have been the wisest idea to start with modern fashions that showed so much skin. Perhaps over time, you could slowly get them used to it. You were determined to be your truest self, but there were other things to consider in this time. Not everyone was as understanding as Hideyoshi.

“Well... I do have one more request,” Hideyoshi confessed. Your eyes were misted over with lust as you looked at him, biting your lip.

“Y-yes?”

One of his hands moved between your legs, cupping your sweet spot with a teasingly gentle touch, his fingers barely brushing your opening.

“May I claim you tonight?”

He bit down on your neck right below your ear, sucking again with the intention of leaving another mark.

“Hideyoshi... I’m all yours to claim...”

That’s all you needed to say for his lips to come crashing onto yours and his tongue to plunge into your mouth. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him back fiercely. He made you so impossibly hungry for him so fast every time you found pleasure in each other you were starting to think he had superpowers.

Two of his fingers deftly parted your opening, slowly stroking. You let your hands travel down his chest and push his clothes off, one hand holding the back of his neck, the other reaching down to tease his base. He lurched forward at your touch, his free hand wrapping around your waist and holding your bare bodies tight together.

“Haa...! Hi-hideyoshi...!”

Low growls escaped his mouth as he lifted you up effortlessly, his fingernails digging into your hips as he laid you down onto the bedding, hovering above you. Despite his throbbing need and your aching want, he brought his head to your stomach, kissing, nipping, biting, marking... when he asked to claim you that night, he truly meant it. You could feel his strength trying to overcome his lord’s words... I’m just biding my time until my lucky charm realizes where she belongs... you buried your hands in his hair.

“Hideyoshi... about what Nobunaga said...”

His head jerked up at you, a hint of panic in his glorious eyes.

“I have realized where I belong. And it’s with you. Forever.”

A blush crept to Hideyoshi’s cheeks, then he burst into a warm smile.

“Damn... every time I think I couldn’t fall in love with you more, you somehow pull me in deeper.”

You started to giggle, but it quickly turned into a cry of pleasure, his heat sinking deep into you suddenly. His hips rolled deep, being sure to hit every. single. spot. inside you. You bit your hand to keep back your screams, but Hideyoshi had other plans.

“N-no...” his breath was raw and ragged. He grabbed your hands, tangling your fingers together and pinning your arms above your head. “Who did you say you belonged with...?”

“Hi-hideyoshi!” You did your best to moan softly, but the last syllable came out extra loud as he gave you an exceptionally hard thrust.

“Who?” His voice was again a low, possessive growl, one that you were not at all used to but not at all complaining about.

“Hideyoshi!” you let your voice free this time, echoing through the room and undoubtedly the halls of Azuchi. His grip around your hands tightened, pulsing and pounding into you deliberately and rough, each time his hips met yours a loud cry fleeing from your lips.

“And do you ever want anyone else?” Hideyoshi leaned down and suckled on your nipple, nipping and teasing, causing your body to spasm beneath him as you began to near your peak.

“N-no one else! Ever! Ahh, damn, Hideyoshi...! Y-you feel so fucking good!”

“Yeah?” A naughty smirk reached his lips, his pace quickening.

“Yes! Oh god, Hideyoshi! Don’t stop! Please!”

You felt yourself tense and shake as you both reached your climax, you letting out a loud, throaty scream once you arrived there, writhing in ecstasy as you felt your beloved’s seed flood inside of you. Though both of you were gasping for breath, neither of you were ready for your pleasure to end. And so you continued throughout the night, finding release in each other again and again until the sun began to creep over the horizon.

The next day, life still had to continue, as it always does, despite the sleepless night you and Hideyoshi spent. He indulged you in an extra few minutes of morning cuddles before it was time to get to the day’s work, promising to, at the very least, let you have a full night’s sleep later tonight... and that perhaps he’d be able to assist in knocking you out. You went about your duties, smiling to yourself, until you bumped into Nobunaga.

“I see you’ve returned to your regular attire,” he said.

“Well, to be honest, what I wore last night was more of my regular attire, but I guess this is more what you’re used to, isn’t it.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Miss what?”

“Your time. When you could wear that.”

You paused before answering. To immediately say “no” would be a lie; you missed the versatility of polyester, the convenience of a train, the peace you took for granted. But--

“If I was given the same choice across ten thousand lifetimes, Lord Nobunaga, I would always decide to remain here, with the one I love.”

“Hm. Interesting.” He began to walk away, but he turned back to look at you. “Perhaps you could begin something new type of clothing: ‘bedroom’ clothing. I hear in the west they call it lingerie. You could bring some of your home here.”

You smiled back at him warmly. “We have that where I’m from. I think... I think that’s a great idea. Thank you so much.”

“It’d probably be best to keep it to bedroom clothing only, if just for your own self-preservation.” Nobunaga poked at one of the many marks Hideyoshi left the previous night, a sly grin on his lips.

“Ah! Hey! Rude!”

Nobunaga let out a hearty laugh. “I’ve relinquished my lucky charm to my right hand man. The least you could allow me is the occasional joke.”

“I’ll submit it to the board for review, I’ll get back to you on that.” Your sarcasm belied the happiness in your heart, the fact that Nobunaga, the devil king and one of your dearest friends, had finally accepted the love between you and Hideyoshi.

Nobunaga waved his hand dismissively as he walked away. “Let the ‘board’ know that I only said what I did on a bet.”

You were on your way out until you heard that last bit.

“A bet? Care to elaborate?”

Nobunaga didn’t stop walking away, but honored you with an answer.

“Mitsuhide, Masamune, and I had bets placed on how many of those you’d have in the morning. I had bet highest, so I did my best to be sure I won.”

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