#hanzo hattori

[wrenhavenriver]

Dawn is breaking.

Cats’ eyes were a ninja method of telling time. Cats’ pupils were widely open at dawn, sunset, and at 6 in the morning. At eight in the morning and 4 in the evening, their pupils were oval shaped and narrow. At 10 in the morning and 2 in the afternoon the oval became narrower, about the size of a persimmon seed. Right at noon, a cat’s eyes became even narrower, like a needle. [x]

[ohpatpatt]

color sketching beloved chars 😌

[mugenfinder]

Anytime I see a mention of Jack-O's crouching pose, I'm eventually reminded of Hanzo's.

[jellys-compendium]

Hanzo Hattori your hand in marriage pls

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Headcanon that the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad started in the '70s as a far-left militant cell, and that Bill eventually parted ways with Hanzo over some Judean People's Front/People's Front of Judea ideological quibbling that I'd be too stupid to even begin to comprehend

[kurayami-no-ko]

The Visitor (Nightshade Short Story, focusing on Tokugawa Ieyasu)

Note: The original Japanse version of this story was provided to me by whitedogfestival, who kindly did it so the Night Shade fandom could have some much-needed content. From what I know, the story is included in a Tokugawa set. The set has two standees and one booklet, in which this short story is written.

This short story is set after the ending of Hanzo's route in the game so there might be spoilers for Hanzo's route in the story. Don't read this if you want to avoid spoilers. Without further ado, here is the story.

The Visitor

With some slight doubt, Enju came to visit Ieyasu but she was met by an immediate greeting from Ieyasu.

Then after everyone had cleared out of the room, for a short time, he kept his silence and fixedly stared at her.

She felt terribly ill-at-ease.

However, because Ieyasu was staying silent, Enju earnestly waited while keeping her silence.

(Hanzo-sama will probably act like this in this kind of situation.)

As she thought like this, Ieyasu finally opened his mouth.

“What a long time it has been. Have you been well?”

“Yes. Thank you for asking.”

“However, how nostalgic it is...and, you have become more beautiful. Because of that, I found myself unintentionally charmed by you.”

After he said those words so easily, Enju unintentionally casted her eyes down.

This master’s servant….Hanzo’s occasional habit of saying things so embarrassing that it shocks her might largely be due to Ieyasu’s influence.

“Did you come here alone?”

“Yes. I left a letter for Hanzo-sama.”

“Letter? Did you come here without having asked him beforehand?”

“I thought that if I asked him face-to-face, it would cause him troubles.”

After hearing Enju say that, Ieyasu laughed out look. His smile was a cheerful one and it was clear he was truly enjoying himself.

“You occasionally did very audacious things, didn’t you? Didn’t you think that Hanzo would be worried?”

“That...I did think that I would make him worried but…”

“Haha, that was fine then. I thought it was certain you abandoned Hanzo and came here.”

“How could I! I definitely couldn’t do something like that!”

“Yeah, it seems that way. I am relieved. It would probably be better if you bullied him a little bit. Until now, he lived without much disturbance. If you play with him a little bit, won’t it help balance his life?”

“I-Ieyasu-sama…”

Being pushed into a corner without nowhere to go was exactly the situation Enju is in. Enju’s face became a hot red and she shrunk into herself, not looking at anything but the floor.

During that time, Ieyasu stood up quietly and walked towards Enju, who was making almost no sound. It was absurd for a daimyo to descend from his chief seat to come here. Planning to stand up, Enju lifted up her face but at that moment, right in front of her eyes and nose were Ieyasu’s eyes staring straight at her.

Those eyes were so clear; it was as if they could see through everything clearly. Enju could not avert her eyes from them.

“Don’t you think it will be interesting if I capture you and do not let you go?”

“Eh...h”

“What do you think about it? Will you stay here?”

Enju could not read the meaning in Ieyasu’s eyes.

It seemed like he was enjoying himself or was making fun of her. However, in those eyes, she could feel...some slight amount of earnest agency in those eyes.

As she gazed at those eyes, she felt herself possessed.

Enju roughly blinked her eyes, moved her gaze towards the package wrapped in cloth which was put by the side and reached out her hand to grab it.

“I came here to bring something to deliver to Ieyasu-sama.”

Ieyasu put his hand on top of Enju’s hand, which were unwrapping the cloth. His beautiful, white hand gently enveloped hers and gripped it.

“Ieyasu-sama…”

“Let’s leave that to later. Please answer my question first.”

Capture her and not let her go. Stay here.

Enju was unsure how much truth there was in Ieyasu’s words.

Nevertheless, from the surprising strength that he used to grip her hands, his loneliness was transmitted to her, so she unintentionally held her breath.

(I am the person that robbed him of his most trusted shinobi.)

Because of that, Enju lifted up her face and gazed into Ieyasu’s eyes.

His eyes spoke of many emotions that were hidden deep inside them.

“I came here to deliver the medicine that Hanzo-sama made.”

“Hanzo…?”

“I spoke about the medicine that hasn’t been handed over yet. Hanzo-sama cannot come to deliver this himself but I understood his loyalty, so I came here to deliver it to you.”

Saying those words, as Hanzo’s expressions surfaced in her mind, she used her free left hand to release her right hand from Ieyasu’s grasp.

“I handed it over to you so I will leave now.”

After receiving the answer to his question, for one short moment, Ieyasu smiled gently.

After gently removing his hand, for once only, he softly stroked Enju’s cheek. Then, he spoke.

“I received it.”

Enju silently carved into her heart the gentleness transferred from his finger tip.

“I told him to bring his wife with him but only his wife came. He is truly a social recluse. Until he comes to bring you back, can you tell me the story of his travels after he stopped being a shinobi?”

Hanzo would definitely chase after Enju. Ieyasu knew that there was no doubt about it.

In response to his gentle voice and smile, Enju said “yes” and nodded her head.

[moeblob]

commission for @kirikitsune ! Thank you so very much for allowing me an opportunity for Hanzo affection. (I only did two routes and one was his and I love him so ty.)

[kippin-art]

Jun 11 (in Japan) so happiest of birthdays to my fav seiyuu Tsuda Kenjirou🥺💕

handsome as hell, voice of a god, truly a gift to this world…. he voices so many of my favorite characters, but i have to say for me Hanzo from Nightshade definitely takes the cake

i doodled this last year after playing Hanzo’s route. top of the list for LIs in otome in general, probably tied with Masa….

[prussiastronk]

their Auras are always paired because…. (A Honda x Hanzo smut fic) *Might be OOC*

“Hey Musclehead.”

“Musclehead….”

“Shitty ninja.”

Honda gasped as he started to grind against the dark-haired brunette. Dark rows of teeth marks sprouted along his partner’s neck, slowly matching his own.

They had found themselves in this strange situation before a death tournament.

Honda did not know where Hanzo had been for the past two decades, but he showed up as cheerful as always, even if he was a bit worn-looking. The crow’s feet and forehead lines that dotted his face could not dampen the air of youthful vigor that the ninja radiated. Since Hanzo in his youth was a stern person, it was almost if he was aging backwards.

After dinner that night, they had started off chatting until the topic had gone to the Tonbokiri.

"You unearthed it after all these years?"

"It's like an old friend come back to life." Honda leaned back and stretched.

Somehow their noses had been inching closer and closer.

"You should show it to me."

Honda didn't know if it had been his pre-tournament nerves, some newfound reckless courage from the rebirth into the Nioh(perhaps even both) but he found his lips shoving into the other party's. His face burned from the friction of stubble (Did Hanzo always have this much?).

My lord is going to scold me for this....

Deft fingers worked at stripping off Honda's top garment. Hanzo was careful, as it wasn't right for a diamond to look grimy for his first fight in years. It wasn't easy for Honda to do the same. Apart from brushing off his robe had to also yank off a layer of chainmail. After a few clumsy tries, he finally tossed the armor aside to plant kisses across Hanzo's collarbone. Hanzo squirmed, and, in retaliation, shoved his partner lightly before planting a hard bite on his left pec. His mouthing softened and Honda felt a sudden heat shooting through his body. Hanzo's tongue was devilishly toying with his left nipple.

"F-Fuck....you shitty-" As if instinctively, he grabbed onto the ninja's ass, his left hand sliding down to feel surprisingly supple thighs under fabric. Hanzo paused as he felt himself buck against Honda's growing heat, allowing the other to hook his fingers into his pant slits and tug them down.

Taking advantage of the pause, Honda shoved him against the wall, with one hand clasping his partner's and the other undoing his own trousers to let out his own Tonbokiri, equally aching and hot.

It was like this that these two indomitable forces on the battlefield were left red, slobbering and defenseless against each other.

Their fingers melted together as the two kissed without concern about coming up for air. Hanzo was the first to untangle his left hand (after several tries) in order to lubricate Honda's index and middle finger.

"Do not tell me you're entering without a plan?" Despite Hanzo's attempt to sound critical, a mushy smile plastered itself across his face.

"Pah, what do you take me for, some bonehead?" (he indeed was about to enter without a plan).

Honda's fingers inched their way into the hole, slowly parting the walls as to not hurt the other party. The two kept pressed together so that either was able to feel the other's heartbeat pound through their chest cavities. After a half-lidded nod from Hanzo, Honda retracted his fingers and entered his partner. He propped up Hanzo's right thigh with one hand while interlacing Hanzo's left hand with the other. Despite his appearance and mannerisms, Honda kept his thrusting gentle, although he occasionally could not help piercing his Tonbokiri a bit too vigorously into his partner. Fortunately, Hanzo's sudden back arches were more out of pleasure than pain. Honda was no sadist-pleasure was exactly what he prided himself in giving. Seeing Hanzo give way underneath him gave him the appetite to resume kisses along his throat and collarbone, marking porcelain skin with petals of purple and magenta.

There came a time when Honda grew bored of Hanzo's incoherent moaning (like why does he scream "NIN" at times like these?) and decided to playfully torment the other man.

"Hey, Hattori...do you truly want to be mine for tonight?"

"W-what doth thou mean?" Hanzo gasped in between breaths, frustrated that Honda slowed down right before their climax.

"I want you-" Honda grunted before pausing his movements. "To show me."

"Hanngh.....wretched muscle head...thou art unfair...." Hanzo mewled underneath him, aching from the burning of kisses planted on his neck and fingers straddling his thighs.

"We have all night." Honda whistled, feigning indifference.

"Nnnngh...." the usually prickly Shinobi now had a face full of tears and red as a beet. Honda couldn't help but think he looked awfully beautiful underneath him as his jet black hair scattered across their snowy white sheets, a mosaic of purple and red dotting his wiry but well-sculpted frame, and warm brown eyes glistening with tears of both pain and pleasure.

"Tadakatsu...."

"That's more like it." Honda leaned down to whisper into his partner's ear as he started to thrust into him again, immediately reviving Hanzo's member.

"Nnnngh....Tadakatsu.....Tadakatsu...." Hanzo gritted his teeth as as Honda pounded into him, the larger man's rigid abdominal muscles rubbing against his rock hard cock. It was too hot in that room.

"Masanari....."

Honda appeared almost like a divine being to his partner, his pink hair haloed against the dying candlelight of the room, his body gleaming with sweat as if he was a mineral. His eyes were always a deep red, deep like blood or the sunset, or like the eyes of a Nioh in the midst of judgement. Hanzo tangled the crook of his arm around the other man's slicked neck and his fingers twisted around strands of hair, while his other hand hung onto Honda's for dear life.

"Tadakatsu...."

Hanzo would never admit it, but there was nothing he wouldn't do to satisfy this man. Honda could be fucking him into mud and choking him to near-unconsciousness and he would be happy. But deep down, Hanzo knew there would be no need to go to such lengths to prove his love to Honda-the man he devoted himself to glowed warm and radiant, just like on the day they met.

"Tadakatsu....Tadakatsu..."

However, as great of lengths as he would go to please his lover, Hanzo could not muster out the words "Tadakatsu, I love you". Even when they were locked in fervent coitus, it felt vulgar.

Tadakatsu, don't you know? I survived because we had a dream together.

Honda gave one last thrust, causing both parties to finish at the same time.

Aftercare was curt, with both parties cleaning themselves off in the backyard bath.

Hanzo made a beeline for his garments before being yanked back under the covers by Honda, who insisted that it was unfair for competition reasons that only one of them to have a decent sleep that night. Hanzo protested, his feelings of warmth now turning into a nagging pain after he was enveloped tenderly by a pair of strong arms. Alas, our Shinobi friend had almost limitless stamina in most situations, but even that failed and he eventually dozed off.

Honda awoke to see the other party fast asleep under the covers. Honda could see flecks of sunlight dancing on Hanzo's jet black locks, dotting them with amber.

"Tadakatsu...." A voice sleepily crooned to him.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." Hanzo scrunched his nose before burrowing into his pillow. "Don't tell me your hearing hath gone shot too, Musclehead."

He was surprised to feel a peck on his head, before being turned over for another love bite. As hard as he might, Hanzo could not hide a sigh of contentment upon feeling the hot pricks of affection.

"I never know what you're thinking, you shitty ninja." Honda crooned into his nape. "It's dangerous."

They stayed that way until a faraway gong announced that the first round was nearing.

"I will see you at your fight, Musclehead." Hanzo kissed his hand before getting up to dress.

Honda smirked.

"You will see me win."

[amy-the-fairy]

I need Tsudaken to dub more characters from Otome game

[starsabounded]

[timebokanman]

Explaining the joke: In Time Bokan 24′s fourteenth episode "The Ninja Hattori Hanzō Was Actually a ______!", the true history is that famed ninja Hanzo Hattori instead was a stage magician.  While it might be easy to think the gag is that ninja magic like one sees in media was trick magic, it’s actually another goofy pun!  Hanzo throughout the episode tells his audience that it’s his Hanzo Power ( ハンゾパワー) that lets him perform his magic.

The popular Japanese magician Mr. Maric (Mr.マリック) has a signature phrase that he uses to describe what he uses to perform his illusions: Hand power (ハンドパワー)!  This is overtly spelled out by Tokio when he initially mishears Hanzo’s technique as such!  In addition, when Bimajo shows up to ruin the act, Tokio almost mistakenly identifies her as Mr. Maric!

But it’s Bimajo who takes the reference and gag further...

Sporting a different outfit, Bimajo identifies herself as Dr. Bimajo while she goes on to explain the truth behind how every illusion is pulled off.  This too...

...is a reference to Japanese magicians!  Her outfit and name are evoking Dr. Leon (Dr.レオン), another popular illusionist who has performed his feats on all sorts of shows and stages.  While both are relatively unknown in a casual Western audience, Dr Leon has even been involved with providing some trick ideas to David Copperfield.  David Copperfield’s most famous trick, you might recall, was making the Statue of Liberty disappear before a live audience...

[oddnub-eye]

Things are happening in Tenkaichi

[marianaillust]

Ieyasu and Hanzo.

tempéra painting