#inou sfw

[inou-ie]

GENSHIN IMPACT WOMEN AS YOUR WIFE/GIRLFRIEND(SFW) WARNINGS: female reader,forehead kissing,blushing,hand holding,kissing,cuddling,biting.

CHARACTERS: Arlecchino, Kujou Sara, Shenhe, Yae Miko, Raiden Ei, Eula Lawrence, Jean Gunnhildr (might add other characters if I feel like it.)

Arlecchino

At first, she didn't take your marriage seriously, finding it more like a playful idea due to her perception of you as a child. However, as time passed and your bond deepened, she gradually began to open up to the idea of a more serious commitment, realizing that your connection was far more meaningful than she initially thought.

Her protectiveness over you grew stronger. She'll become possessive and would insist on your constant presence with her. Arlecchino might even go as far as having you wear a necklace or bracelet equipped with a tracking device so she could always know your whereabouts, ensuring your safety to an extreme degree.

Arlecchino became quite controlling when it came to your activities outside of her presence, despite her ability to track your every move. She would insist on receiving her permission before you could leave, emphasizing the importance of her approval even though she already had full knowledge of your actions.

After a long and exhausting day, Arlecchino would eagerly seek your company as soon as possible. Your mere presence had a calming and soothing effect on her. She would affectionately cuddle with you and insist that you sit on her lap, craving the physical closeness and comfort that your presence provided.

Arlecchino has a sweet habit of bestowing soft kisses upon your forehead. She does this before you drift off to sleep, when you wake up, before she leaves for work, and upon her return home. Each forehead kiss carries her affection and care for you, a silent but intimate gesture that speaks volumes about her feelings.

Kujou Sara

You may have fallen for her, but Sara fell even harder. At first, she treated you nonchalantly, but as time went on, she began to warm up and let her guard down. Her feelings for you grew stronger, and it became evident that she cared deeply about you.

Sara would often sit close to you, resting her head against your shoulder, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush. It was clear that she wasn't accustomed to such displays of affection, but her growing comfort around you was evident. You briefly considered teasing her, but simply enjoying the sight of her blushing was satisfying enough, especially considering how distant she had been in the past.

Sara might not have been consciously aware of it, but her demeanor had certainly changed. Instead of the frowns and disapproval you were met with in the past, she now greeted you with warm smiles. Her eyes held a certain tenderness that spoke volumes, and it was clear that her feelings for you had shifted, even if she hadn't explicitly acknowledged it yet.

Sara's gestures spoke louder than words. She showered you with affection in the form of delicious food and quality time spent together. Those quiet moments when you held hands and admired the beauty of Inazuma were precious, and they showcased a deep connection that was steadily growing between you.

Sara's shyness was evident when it came to kissing. She would often attempt to kiss your lips but get too flustered to follow through. Her cheeks would turn a bright shade of red, and she might hide her face with her hand or avert her gaze. When you took the initiative to kiss her, her embarrassment would intensify, making her blush even more.

Shenhe

Initially, Shenhe wasn't aware that the two of you were in a romantic relationship when you confessed to her, and she simply said 'yes' without fully comprehending the implications. However, you explained the concept of dating to her, and she gradually began to understand. Due to her personal circumstances, she wanted to distance herself at first, but her feelings for you were too strong to resist, and she eventually found her way back to you.

Shenhe's approach to your relationship is marked by gentle care and concern. She treats you delicately, as if you were a fragile piece of glass that needed to be handled with the utmost care. Although you need to teach her many aspects of dating and physical affection, your patience pays off as she gradually becomes more comfortable with skinship and expressing her feelings for you.

During your dates, Shenhe loves taking you to serene locations like riversides and mountains to help you both relax and enjoy the beautiful views. However, when you're in crowded places, Shenhe becomes quite protective. She'll cast stern glares at anyone who dares to look at you, akin to a watchful cat guarding its territory.

Shenhe has a penchant for giving you unique and unusual gifts. Occasionally, she'll present you with curious items that catch her eye. She also has an interesting habit of lying on your lap while she nibbles on various flowers and herbs, all the while gazing up at your face with an enigmatic expression.

You once taught Shenhe how to kiss, and she found the experience delightful. Since then, she's been eager to kiss you whenever the opportunity arises. After each kiss, she looks at you with an expression that seems to silently ask for your praise and approval, clearly enjoying this newfound form of affection.

Yae Miko

For Miko, everything, including your relationship and even you, was initially just a playful joke. It was all part of her teasing nature. However, as time went on, it seemed that everything had backfired on her, as she ended up falling for you deeply instead.

Despite her teasing and playful demeanor, Miko would find herself blushing and feeling quite embarrassed whenever you attempted to be intimate with her. Her ears might twitch, and her tail could start wagging involuntarily, revealing her true feelings even as she tried to maintain her playful facade.

When having your dates, Miko would take you to savor delicious foods and then find a quiet, cozy place to read books together. As you both relaxed in each other's company, you'd often find her tail wrapping around you while the two of you rested your heads on each other, enjoying the peaceful moments together.

During quiet and relaxing moments, you'll find yourself wanting to touch her ears and tail. She would attempt to teach you how to properly interact with them, but often, your gentle caresses would make her feel so relaxed that she ended up feeling drowsy, nearly falling asleep as you lovingly touched her ears and tail.

When Miko is feeling particularly clingy, she might attempt to sit on your lap, cuddling you while her fluffy tail sways lazily. During these affectionate moments, she'd pepper your face with soft, loving kisses, showing her deep affection for you in her own playful and endearing way.

Raiden Ei

Ei would make sincere efforts to be a good lover, even though she might be a bit clumsy in her attempts. She's not very experienced in romantic matters, so she'll frequently turn to you for guidance and assistance. She's conscious of her own inexperience when it comes to romantic relationships but is determined to improve and become the best lover she can be for you.

Her constant concern for your well-being and her willingness to check in with you to ensure that everything is to your liking is undeniably adorable. Her genuine efforts to make you happy shine through in her actions and questions, and you can't help but appreciate her sincerity and thoughtfulness.

As Ei noticed a couple holding hands during one of your dates, she hesitated at first. However, her affection for you overcame her reservations, and she tentatively reached for your hand, wanting to emulate the intimate gesture she had observed. The warmth of your hand in hers brought a genuine smile to her face, and from that moment on, Ei felt more at ease being affectionate and clingy with you.

When Ei is going through difficult times, she instinctively seeks out your presence as it's the only thing that brings her comfort. She cherishes the moments when you let her lay on your lap, allowing you to gently play with her hair. It's a gesture she deeply appreciates, as it helps ease her worries and creates a sense of peace.

When it comes to kissing, Ei always gives you those innocent and soft kisses on the cheek. She'll even look at you proudly afterward, her affection shining through her gentle gestures. Every night, she cuddles with you, holding you close, and it's clear that she's afraid of losing you. She often tells you not to leave her, her words a heartfelt plea to keep you by her side.

Eula Lawrence

Although Eula's words and actions didn't initially align, you managed to see beyond her facade. In the beginning, she kept a certain distance, but as time passed, she grew more at ease in your presence. She came to understand that with you, she didn't need to put on a front – she could simply be herself.

Eula often blushes when she presents you with gifts, and she occasionally extends her hand without uttering a word, silently hoping that you'll understand her unspoken request to hold her hand, as she's too bashful to ask outright.

She frequently invites you to join her for a drink, even if you're not particularly fond of alcohol. She explains that having you by her side makes the experience more enjoyable, claiming that her drinks taste better in your company.

When Eula becomes intoxicated, her tough facade crumbles completely. She becomes incredibly clingy, discarding her usual reserved demeanor. In her inebriated state, she'll ask for plenty of love and affection, holding onto you tightly for comfort and reassurance.

On those drunken nights, Eula becomes more uninhibited in expressing her feelings. She'll steal kisses and even give you gentle bites, unable to hold back her desires any longer. It's a rare glimpse into the depth of her emotions that she usually keeps under control while when Eula is sober, she often shows her affection in a more subtle way. She'll silently snake her arms around you without saying anything, and if you reciprocate her attempt to cuddle, she'll bury her face in your chest, trying to hide the inevitable blush that creeps onto her face. It's her way of expressing her feelings without words, letting her actions speak louder than her carefully chosen words.

Jean Gunnhildr

Jean's busy schedule and dedication to her work might give the impression that she prioritizes it over you, but she always ensures that you receive ample love and attention from her.

Jean warmly welcomes your presence in her office, and she doesn't mind when you hug her or settle into her lap while she diligently attends to her duties. Rather than becoming agitated, she responds with a gentle smile and affectionately pats your head, creating a comforting atmosphere that assures you of her love and care.

When Jean completes her work and notices you patiently waiting for her, she experiences a sense of guilt for keeping you waiting. To make amends, she goes out of her way to ensure that you feel cherished and appreciated. Sometimes, she'll even take a day off from work to devote her undivided attention to you, making the most of your time together and demonstrating her commitment to your relationship.

Your dates with Jean are often filled with meaningful conversations as the two of you stroll together, discussing your shared interests and passions. On other occasions, you prefer to stay home, enjoying the simple pleasure of cuddling. These moments not only allow Jean to unwind and recharge but also strengthen the bond you share as you find comfort and solace in each other's embrace.

When Jean feels overwhelmed and exhausted from her duties, she seeks solace in your comforting presence. She holds you close, often pressing tender kisses upon the crown of your head. Your mere presence serves as a soothing balm, allowing her to momentarily forget the stress and burdens of her work, finding a respite from the chaos in your embrace.

[dragonotaku-justineverything]

How do Hinata and Orihime react to their M!S/O complimenting how warm they are during a cold night?

Hinata

Begins to blush very deeply, ironically making her body much warmer to hold onto and thus even better for him to cuddle with to avoid the cold

She'd stutter out that they could hold her more if they want, like hands on her waist and that, over the course of like a minute

Orihime

She would probably blush a little, thank him for the compliment, and then compliment how she was thinking similar things of him and cuddle him closer

She's make sure they stayed under the blankets together to keep the cold out and focus on warming up the still cold parts of their body like their feet or hands

[jasontoddssuper]

Why'd this makes me think of Ichihime-

[kingkuru]

Comic of Lucia punishing Orihime for having an improper uniform. Nobody walks about with a unkept appearance while Lucia stalks the hall of Red Wood!

Art by Gairon on DA.

Lucia belongs to @laylaylamode

[maboroshi-if]

B,I,K and P for Chihiro please and I hope you’re doing well!

Thank you nonnie! This has been a long time coming, and Im sorry its taken so long to answer this~ I'm doing much better now, and feel a little more motivated to write and answer asks again!

Now on with the asks!

B = Breath(What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Being overly romantic is one way to make her freeze up like a deer in headlights and for her lungs to start fighting against her. Like grabbing her hand, spinning her around, and dancing with her. Or even dipping her while looking her directing in her eyes. Even just direct eye contact can make Chihiro stop breathing for a second, her cheeks flaring up in a blaze. But what makes it even worse (funnier) is that she doesn't even know why her lungs are freezing up on her!

Team 7 is playing on the beach, and MC is just floating in the water like a piece of debris. Chihiro peers at them and sees their hair spread out like a halo around them with such a serene expression on their face. She thinks that they look so... peaceful (beautiful). Cue Hanabi Sensei looking on with a knowing smile and a soft look in her eyes.

I = Intimacy(How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

Unfortunately, Chihiro isn't romantic at all. She's too awkward and unsure of herself in this department that every gesture she tries to make fails miserably. If she tries to gather flowers for MC, she gets ones they are allergic to. Chihiro tries to make dinner for MC? She's accidentally giving them food poisoning 💀💀. It's only when she's unintentional, and doing something completely oblivious, that she makes the most romantic gestures. When talking about MC, they always affectionately refer to them as their wife/husband/partner—or listening to MC talk while staring at them with such love in their eyes. She's down bad and doesn't even realize it 🥴🥴

Chihiro has no problem showing intimacy; she's done it all her life when you guys were just friends. Sitting with you on the docks or just taking naps with you, she loves feeling safe with you. Now in terms of emotional availability. There's nothing she has a problem sharing or even telling you about; emotions, feelings, what bothers her etc.,

K = Kiss(Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Ooof 🥴🥴 I gotta explain this in detail y'all! Now when MC and Chihiro get together, they'll be her first EVER everything. All she's ever done is train, study the principles of Taoism, and study regular ninja scrolls. When you finally have your 1st kiss, it's sloppy, with too many teeth and drool, but what she lacks in experience, she makes up for in earnest. After a while, she gets it down to a science, but there are times when she's still a sloppy kisser, i.e., when she's too excited, or she's in the throws of passion, etc.,

Now she's always finding a reason to give you kisses. She'll leave pecks on your cheeks and lips. Giving you forehead kisses when you've done something that you're super proud of. Any reason at all and she's placing her lips on you proudly.

P =Playful(Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Absolutely, completely playful 🤸🏼‍♀️🤸🏼‍♀️🤸🏼‍♀️ definitely plays too much actually. Chihiro likes to hide and jump out places that MC would least expect. Giving them the big scare, and laughing like a lunatic. Once MC calms down shes giving them little kisses to apologize. She'll also love to wrestle and rough house with MC. She's pretty much a tomboy.

[sashi-ya]

五 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗦 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗧: 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 [+18] - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝! 𝙸𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚊 𝚄𝚛𝚢𝚞𝚞 𝚡 𝙵! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✦ request: anonymous asked: hi sashi! I couldn't find any fic of uryu on your masterlists, so I thought I could request one for him. For the prompt if it's not taken yet, "watching you in silence" with female reader, please! Thank you and congratz for 5.5K! 🤍 ➜ hi love!! yes, indeed this is my first time writing for him! it turned out a little bit longer than expected so I divided it in to two parts! Hope you like it! 💖 ✦ tw: part 1 is completely sfw! be careful if you haven't read the last chapter of manga! Uryu is already a doctor (28 y/o) so he isn't a minor anymore. (the image used for the banner is him now) Will post part 2 in the following days :3 that one includes +18 content! ✦ masterlist ✦ part 2

Watching you in silence the reflection on his glasses; your body dancing underneath the night lights.

Never once he dared to confess. Never once he dared to touch your face even if you fell asleep on his shoulder so many times. If there was something Dr. Ishida Uryu was for you, it was your safe place.

But his heart ached for you, his body claimed yours; that sweet young boy that has now bloomed into a mature man, has loved you since high school days.

Karakura town seems, as always, a peaceful place to live. You walk through the streets of the city centre with a bag full of bread. Inoue-san made her dream come true, and now, she has her own bakery. So, whenever you visit her you come back with much more than what you went to buy.

As you yawn you take a look at the big, white building ahead of you. It shines with the sun, and the blue details on the walls always shine much more. Ishida clinic, your workplace, it’s always been a very sophisticated place.

You were on guard last night, and now the weekend awaits for your tired mind to enjoy it, fully. Yet, even if sometimes you wish you never put a step into that place, you decide to pay a visit to the floor you’ve been assigned since you get the job.

“I have too much bread in this bag, I will visit the guys and bring them some” you murmur, smiling as you get inside the doors of the clinic.

As you enter, the security guard waves at you with a big smile. And after giving him a choux filled with chocolate, you take the elevator to floor 6.

“I bring you bread; I bring you calories!” you chime right at the entrance of the nurses office. Everyone of your workmates jolts from their seats and others come when their duties are over. Everybody enjoys the delicious pastries from Kurosaki & Inoue Patisserie.

Soon, you decide is time to leave. Today is little Kazui’s birthday, so, you need to get ready for the night as you are going to have dinner with them.

“Bye bye!! Have a good guard!!” you salute your friends, and as you turn around -carefree and a little violently- you bump into a man wearing glasses.

His slender fingers and unpolluted white coat receive you in their embrace, holding you not to fall on him.

Your eyes reflect on his glasses, even if his black bangs cover half of his right eye.

“Dr. Ishida…” you murmur, in awe. When you were still in high school you always saw him like a cute boy, who later on showed how strong and amazing he could be. Yet, his handsome looks were never important to you until that deadly situation that involved a war on the skies…

“(Name)! are you ok? Why are you here in your free day?” he asks, surprised and worried. He never misses your schedule, for some reason he knows it better than you.

You slowly walk back. Just a few steps. Feeling your cheeks burn, you apologize for bumping into him. “I’m sorry, Ury- Dr. Ishida. I didn’t see you were behind me! I am good, I just passed by to give some bread to the guys. Inoue gave me a lot; you know how she is”

Those words sound like a deeper truth to the Quincy. Of course, you never noticed him being behind you…

“It’s ok, (Name)” he sighs, fixing his glasses with his ring finger over the bridge of his nose. “Are you going to Kazui’s birthday party tonight?” Uryu asks, walking outside the nurse office and into the hall with you.

You nod, with a bright smile that makes him gasp and immediately after hide behind his onyx hair. He is still a shy guy, after all.

You show him the contents of one of your bags, two boxes with blue and white paper wrapping and a big bow on top. “One from me, one from you. I knew you would be working late today so naturally you wouldn’t have time to buy your nephew a present” you tell him; professionalism is only used when there are more people around you two.

He lets his straight shoulders fall. His head does the same. Of course, he forgot. “Thank you, (Name). You need to tell me how much is i-“

“ISHIDA URYU, IT ISN’T NECESSARY! You are gonna come pick me up tonight, thus, there is the payment” you cut him off. He didn’t say he was going to pick you up; you just ordered him to do so.

He smiles, softly. “I was going to pick you up either way. See you at nine, ok?” he says, quickly as his beeper starts ringing. A new patient, or some kind of emergency awaits for the best doctor.

You beam back. Trying to read the message on the tiny screen of his calling device. But he doesn’t allow you to do so. “It’s your free day. I can do it. Go”

“Oh… ok, Doc ~” you jump to kiss his cheek and purr, for you to then leave with little jumps playfully through the halls of your workplace.

As you walk away, and Uryu still remains where you left him, he takes his soft hand to his equally soft cheek. He feels like it burns, but a good type of heat. And his heart, beats faster than what he could probably consider healthy.

“Dr. Ishida!! Code blue!” one of the nurses wakes him up from the dream of your lips crushing against his lips instead of his cheek the next time.

“Code blue?? CODE BLUE!”

As you pick the dress you are wearing for tonight, you think of him. Your Quincy friend has been in your mind a lot lately. Why? Well, you aren’t still very sure.

“I’m going for the yellow flowery one, I think is not gonna be that chilly tonight” you lie to yourself, you know you will end up asking Orihime for a coat since the guys are gonna be hosting a barbeque at the rooftop.

You let your hair lose, you are tired of having it up in a tie ponytail every day of the week for work. A little bit of makeup, perhaps a little more than usual.

The packages with your present next to Uryu’s one rest on the coach next to the door, ready for when he rings your bell.

As you wait for your Quincy friend, you think about him. You see him like a star; not only handsome but also extremely successful. There is no woman that blushes whenever he asses them, and still, he doesn’t seem to notice.  You always asked yourself why, being as intelligent as he is, Uryu never left to the big city nor got married…

The bell makes you jump from the coach. You were so deep into your thoughts -and the photos you took last summer with him- that you got pretty scared.

“I’m coming Uryu!” you chime, spraying some sweet perfume while you look into the mirror one last time. With your purse and the present bag in your hands, you open the door.

The breeze of spring kisses your cheeks and plays with your lose hair as you watch an all-white dressed Uryu stand on your porch.

His blue eyes open big and swallow your beauty entirely. His pale lips separate, and even if there is plenty of air around not a single molecule of oxygen gets inside his body.

“Hey! I’m glad I have such a good-looking friend to pick me up! Thank you, my neighbours will finally stop thinking I’m becoming the crazy cat lady” you joke, closing the door behind you.

However, Uryu isn’t laughing. He actually isn’t reacting. He is standing there, with no signs of life whatsoever.

You tilt your head to the side; he is either being abducted by the shadows again or he worked that much he is sleeping with his eyes open.

“Ishida Uryu? Earth calling Uryu-chan?” you snap your fingers in front of him to catch his attention -even if you had all of it-.

He softly shakes his head and blinks back. His cheeks become as red as tomatoes, but he plays it cool. Uryu turns around quickly to cover his blush; a blush you saw either way.

“You wanna walk? Or do I took the car?” he asks, since the Kurosaki family’s house is pretty near yours.

“I think we should walk, the spring breeze will ease someone’s blushed cheeks…” you murmur, so low he didn’t hear.

“Come again?” “Walking. I feel like enjoying the spring breeze!”

Both begin to head towards North. The moon shines brightly above your heads and there isn’t much sound around the neighbourhood. Some buzzing neon lights of ramen places tint puddles of rainwater from last night. And the beauty of the pink kisses of millions of buds of sakura flowers fill your eyes.

“What a beautiful night! No wonder it has to be Kazui’s anniversary!” you comment, taking your phone to snap some pictures and walking a little bit further than him.

“It’s really beautiful, (Name)” Uryu whispers, with his hands inside the pockets of his white pants. He seems a lot more silent than always, as if something was happening to him.

“What is it with you tonight, U-chan?” you call him like when you were in school, making him gasp behind you. Turning around, you notice a miserable man that’s normally your friend and colleague.

He sighs. Looking at you with nostalgic eyes. As if he had the sensation of having lost too much time in life.

“Nothing at all, (Name)… it’s just th- CAREFUL!” he suddenly screams, pouncing into you.

You freeze. His arms around your waist have you trapped. Noses almost touching, breathing hastily, dilated pupils fixed into each other’s.

“W-what?” you stutter. “You- you were about to hit your head with that pole” he whispers, and soon you notice that right behind his hand that is now over your temple there is a big pole of a street light.

You close your eyes. Yet again, he saved you from your own clumsiness. But, why isn’t he letting you go? why are you still grabbed to his clothes? Why your skins are so joyful of being one against the other?

“Th-thank you. I’m an idiot” you mumble, looking down, discovering his lips being so close to yours.

“You… you aren’t an idiot. You were – asking- me… uh…” he tries to keep talking, but he is unable to do so. His brain cells aren’t connecting, his tongue doesn’t want to talk it only wants to kiss. His lips are burning, itching, getting dragged like a magnet to yours.

You swallow and blink slowly. It feels like the movies. You are sure he is exactly feeling the same way… You close your eyes, waiting for him to plaster the so wanted peck.

And just, exactly when the warmth of his mouth close to yours feels so hot, the sound of his phone breaks the beautiful moment.

Both quickly separate. Acting as if what was just about to happen never did. Uryu lets go free from his hug, your hands unclench to his clothes. Both cheeks burn but soon you turn around acting silly to brush off the tension.

“Kurosaki? What?” Uryu answers the phone with quite a bad mood. “Yeah, mhh. Nothing happened to me. We are about to get there. Mhh, yes. Bye”

You watch him slip his phone back into his pocket, and waits for you to turn around.

“It was Kurosaki. He said Kazui was asking for you and me” he says, all serious, acting as he always does at the hospital. “By the way, are you ok? Did you get hurt in any way?” he asks, making sure you didn’t suffer any injury from his “saving movement”.

You smile sweetly. That little boy is always as sweet as his mom. “I’m fine, U-chan. You saved me, thank you… now come on, my sweet little tangerine is waiting for us. Auntie and uncle are going!” you chime pulling Uryu from his hand. You want to act as normal as possible, just to categorically avoid even thinking of the almost kissing situation from before.

The doctor flinches when he hears “auntie and uncle”. Perhaps it is his heart wanting that to be a reality or maybe all of this has become unbearable for his shyness.

In any case both walk in silence the couple of streets until you get to your friends house. Inside, you can already hear Ichika’s screams followed by Rukia’s scolding.

“Ah… the pests” you giggle. You love the Shinigami kids, but the Quincy joke has to be told as Uryu and you aren’t soul reapers but the opposite.

Uryu let a little smile slip through his lips, and it’s enough for you not to keep pushing any other type of conversation.

Soon, the beautiful ginger Inoue opens the door, letting both of you enter into her home. For your friends, you are an already married couple, even if you haven’t ever shown any signs of romantic relationship. Yet, going everywhere together, working one next to the other, and the looks in your eyes when nobody seems to be watching are enough proof for them.

And as soon as you reach the living room, two little pests attack you. Kazui and Ichika jump over Uryu and then you. On a much more far position, you found little Nemuri standing, watching in awe everything that happens.

Chad, Rukia, Renji, Ichigo, Byakuya and his new wife, Urahara and Yoruichi, and Ichigo’s family are already at the rooftop ready to enjoy a delicious barbeque.

Uryu goes upstairs first, carrying the kids with him. Nemuri gets shily closer to him, but soon gives him a soft smile. The doctor, that once met an older version of her, pats her head with sweetness as they walk.

You accompany Inoue towards the kitchen; she needs to take some food upstairs, so you help her. However, you wait for Uryu to fully disappear to speak to her.

“Orihime, I need to tell you something that just happened” you whisper.

The ginger beauty turns around excitedly; “Don’t tell me you are already dating?” she asks, excitedly. A lot more than any other person.

You frown in confusion. “Dating? I- Uryu and I?” you stutter, she didn’t even name him, but you knew. And she did too.

“You aren’t? But… I thought he was going to t- nevermind… what was it?”

You aren’t allowed to tell her, as the kids have already come downstairs to drag you up. “Mommy, Auntie!! The meat is ready!!!”

The night seems like any other where you all have fun and eat delicious food all together like a family. However, Uryu seems more silent than ever. There are times where your sights cross, but he immediately looks down and fixes his glasses to avoid the eye contact.

You try to brush off that feeling of having done something bad. Because it is exactly what you think you did; perhaps offering your lips have only upset him… after all, you were ready to ruin a friendship of more than 20 years.

“Honey, do you know what’s happening to the Quincy boy?” Isshin Kurosaki asks you, looking at who could have been more than his son’s friend if the past events turned a little different.

“I… I’m not sure, Kurosaki-san. He has always been a serious man” you lie…

Soon, music starts to play, and the kids want to dance. Of course, Rukia, her sister-in-law, Kisuke, Yoruichi and Orihime join the dancing, while Ichika tries to pull his noble uncle to the “dance floor” to do the same.

Kazui comes straight to you; “Auntie (Name), come dance with us?” “Of course, honey! You are the birthday boy so let’s dance until our feet hurt!”

There seems to be something magical that cannot be described when you enjoy the love of family. The soft breeze of late April plays with the hem of your yellow flowery dress and for some seconds you forget about Uryu.

The fairy lights that warmly light up the rooftop, look beautiful contrasted with a dark night sky.

With bare feet you dance, while Uryu watches you in silence. You are reflected on his glasses, with blurry tiny dots of light around. He loses his serious frown; his expression has now softened. Everything, absolutely everything seems to disappear when he looks at you… always from afar, always so mute.

“Ishida… ISHIDA!” “What?!” “When are you gonna tell her?” Ichigo asks, this time pretty worried because his friends seems miserable.

Uryu sighs, taking off his glasses and wrapping his forehead with his hands. He rests his chin on his palm, trying to search for a reason, for a single excuse beside being scared of rejection.

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship, Kurosaki. I… what would happen if she rejected me? We work together, we are like family” he murmurs, in between the laughter of the kids and the women dancing.

“Do you know who my wife is, Quincy?” Renji chimes in. “I- YOU KNOW WHO HER BROTHER IS? KUCHIKI TAICHO, YOU WANTED TO KILL ME WHEN YOU KNEW?” he asks his captain and now brother-in-law.

Byakuya looks at his empty glass of lime soda and sighs. “I wanted to kill you multiple times. Yes. But Rukia loves you, who am I to tell her not to marry you?”

“Taicho… -.-”

Ichigo starts laughing at Renji, hitting his back. Uryu smiles and softly chuckles; even Byakuya does.

“Really? Kurosaki what about you? You dork! You married Orihime but you had to wait until I got married to ask her out!!” Renji spits, pushing Ichigo to the side. “What I am trying to say is that by confessing to her I almost got slayed in two by Senbonzakura, Ishida! You shouldn’t be afraid! Go tell her” he continues, being absolutely serious and fair.

“Kids, Uryu… listen here, take your time and you will see that you will become the bravest of men when it’s time” Kurosaki Isshin intervenes, and there is no braver man than him. After all, he give it all for love.

Uryu nods. He perfectly understands what he meant. And with a candid smile from all of them, and some more cans of beer opened, the topic gets settled.

Soon, the time of blowing the candles arrive. Kazui is turning five today, but it seems to all of you that it was barely yesterday when you all were teenagers saving the world.

“Happy birthday Kazui!!”

You all take photos with him, first, aunt and uncle Abarai, the Kuchiki and their plushie of Wakame Taishii too. Yoruichi, who had become a cat by express request of the birthday boy, and Kisuke do too. Chad, who gifted Kazui his first pair of boxing gloves appears on a tik tok Orihime makes playing with his kid and lastly Uryu and you.

“Smile!” the ginger woman chimes, pointing her phone towards his son and you two. Kazui asks her mom to wait, and instantly stands up to hug you two. “My auntie and uncle!! When will I have a new cousin to play with? Is he gonna be a Quincy too?”

You gawk, looking at Uryu. He does the same, and in between giggles Orihime snaps a picture that will forever remain in your memories. Your eyes met, your lips separate, and the time, as well as in the photo, also seems to stop.

“Oh, the sincere looks of love…” Inoue whispers to his husband, who sighs… when will his friend realize how much they love each other?

Inside you, there is a mix of feelings… have you ever thought about a kid? With him? You aren’t sure, but, the idea seems both scary and beautiful.

When it’s time to go, and you salute everybody, you bite your lower lip. It’s time to walk back home, next to him. His car is parked right by your entrance, there is no way you could avoid his company… not that you wanted to avoid it, either way.

As you begin walking, not a single word is being spoken. Your shoulders feel cold, your legs too. So, you, as in a cliché romantic movie, hug yourself to try to get a little bit warmer.

And of course, Uryu notices.

“Have my coat” he says, taking his long white jacket off and putting it over your shoulders.

You wish to say no, but you simply can’t. Instead, you snuggle to it, allowing his soft perfume to reach your nose. A little smile garnishes your lips, a smile you try to hide. But a smile he notices looking at you with the corner of his eye.

A few blocks ahead of silent walk and you are already by your door. And it’s time to say goodnight… but does any of you wanted to say bye?

You put a foot on your porch, while he stays still at the very entrance of it. For some seconds, both look at each other. Swallowing, waiting for something else to happen.

“Uryu I-“  “(Name) I-“

Both speak at the same time; and both stop at the same time as well. “I- please, go ahead” you say, knowing very well he won’t take the opportunity.

“You can go first…” he shyly murmurs, now absolutely unable to say anything else.

You take a deep breath; you are freezing. “U-chan, would you like to come inside and have some coffee? It’s still pretty early… unless you are tired and I will understand and so- uh-” you start rumbling, you need to fill the silence he is giving. But he stops you with simple words…

“(Name), I’m in love with you” “Uryu…”

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Day 1: Food

Happy IchiHime Week 2022! To kick things off, I bring you not one, but two fics for ‘Day 1: Food.’ This is the sfw fic. To read the explicit one, click here.

Sweet as Sugar | Forbidden Romance, British Bake-Off AU (Read on AO3)

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The first time they kissed was after the technical challenge.

After long and excruciating weeks of auditioning, tearfully pleading her aunt to please just give her a chance, just this once, flying out to the city with the last of her savings, and making it past prelims, Orihime didn’t think there was anything that topped being a contestant on the All-Star Incredible Bake-Off.

Her position on the show was on shaky footing right off the bat; she didn’t have the upbringing some of the other contestants had, whether it be the money or the loving encouragement it took to put your victories and losses out there for the entire nation to pull apart. The last anyone had even thought to push her beyond her nine-to-five shift at the bakery was Tatsuki, who said she was ‘a bit of a weirdo’ but made one hell of a bread pudding.

And so, given the circumstances, she thought she’d been doing swimmingly well.

Until she met Ichigo Kurosaki, that is.

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Ichigo was monumentally fucked. Not the kind of fucked that he could ignore and it would go away, oh no. He was quite literally in the worst predicament possible—for someone in his position, that is.

And yet. Yet. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t swiped his tongue across his bottom lip hours later, hoping to relive even a glimmer of the tartness, the softness that had unspooled a whole wave of emotion in his chest that he would much rather not have, thank you very much.

To say Ichigo Kurosaki had grown up knee-deep in confectioners sugar would be an understatement. Born to a pair of dessert aficionados-turned-food-bloggers, he’d spent his formative years being dragged around from restaurant to speakeasy, tasting all there was to taste in terms of culinary quality. It should have been no surprise then — a logical conclusion, really — that someone would catch wind of his father’s keen passion that was perfect for clinical judgment.

As well as his flair for theatrics and flights of fancy that were perfect for...television ratings.

In short, he really wasn’t surprised that NiceVibe Productions had asked his father to be a judge on the one bake-off that was considered a national pastime around these parts. He and his family were all too used to moving around, making brand deals and appearances and whatnot.

What did surprise him was her. Orihime Inoue.

It wasn’t a shock to anyone that she was the perfect candidate on the show. A boisterous, doe-eyed girl with a penchant for working hard and meeting every challenge with a smile. He’d admit to absolutely no one that a part of him had thought it was fake. There was no way you could survive as a sheep in a pack of wolves if you weren’t a little bit of a wolf-in-sheep's-clothing yourself. And as far as competitiveness went, All-Star Incredible took the cake for ruthless and catty attitudes hidden behind placid smiles. No pun intended.

But no. Orihime Inoue was just that nice.  

And he was absolutely, wholeheartedly in love with her.

To his credit, he’d tried to avoid it with all his might the first two weeks in. She was a contestant on the show his dad was a judge on. Any pursuit on his end would only reflect poorly on her. While Orihime was well-loved by half the country, she was a rather controversial candidate with the general public. Some absolutely adored her charm and the brimming enthusiasm with which she spoke to the cameras. Others loathed the way she risked breaking convention with her cooking, plating some rather hit-or-misses early on in the show.

And of course, there were some who had no reason to loathe her but the fact that she stood in the way of their personal favorites making it to the top. If the public caught even the slightest hint that she was seeing one of the judges' sons, she’d be crucified. He could see it already, the names they would call her. The accusations of seduction they’d throw carelessly, with no regard to her humble beginnings back home or the ignominy her relatives would have to face at their collective reputations being put on the line.

And yet. The day after the technical challenge, something had just demanded to be set loose. They were both the only ones on set, long after everyone else had bumbled back to their rooms, helping the cleaning staff with lights and wiring and stuff. Orihime had been hailed Star Baker that night, and despite spending most of the evening talking about things that were decidedly not the show, there was an undercurrent of happiness there, palpable.

“Ichigo, you’re stuck in the wiring,” she’d laughed behind her hand, and his cheeks were warm in embarrassment as he’d tried to pry himself off. With a little bit of her help, they’d tugged and tugged until he was let loose— until he’d been standing chest-to-chest with her, panting from the exhilaration of being stuck in one place, only to be frozen standstill in another.

“I probably looked like an idiot, huh,” he’d exhaled, trying to break some of the tension with a bad joke. Turned out, that was the most catalytic thing he could have done, considering Orihime came with a barrage of bad jokes herself.

“Nope,” she’d said, popping the ‘p.’ “You looked berry delightful!”

And really, he wanted to groan. Or quip back about the seemingly endless supply of bad puns she carried around. Instead, he’d cupped her face and brought her closer until their foreheads touched, a jittery sort of tension coiling in his belly at how close they were.

Her eyelids fluttered down, closed. It was as clear a green signal he could have possibly gotten.

But he had to ask. “Is this okay?” His voice was low with anticipation.

She nodded at once and he kissed her, his hand riding from her shoulder to her neck slowly, gently. She'd sighed softly, before getting on tiptoes and hugging his arm around her waist as they kissed again, fleeting touches that bloomed heat everywhere in the quiet of the room.

The truth is, he couldn’t help it. Spending all that time behind the scenes talking to her, just getting to know what she was like beyond the show and learning that she really wasn’t all that different from the front she put on — it was comforting. They were both of the same age — him, a college student on a gap year; her, a humble part-time baker, wading through the world of dessert industry. He liked how loud she was, how unapologetically herself she could be before backpedaling in sheepish self-consciousness. The pretty way she tucked her hair into her ears. The way there was always a smear of some ingredient or the other dusting on her cheeks, her hair, her lips, her clothes. There were so many things he liked about her that he could name, right off the bat, but mostly, he liked how easy it was with her.

Which was laughable, given the damn circumstances.

He was so, so fucked.

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Under the faint warmth of the camera lights, Orihime wiped a bead of sweat starting to build on her forehead with her apron. The challenge today was a little trickier than she’d expected — a ninety-minute taste test — and she really did feel for Kira, who’d been eliminated just short of semi-finals week. She herself had survived on improvisation alone, impressing Shunsui Kyoraku with an icebox cake that she’d practiced enough times to be passable, if not exceptional. Yet, it was too close. The numbers were dwindling down now, the pressure starting to feel a little more real than it had in her first week on the show.

Smiling in greeting at a cameraman, she ducked out of the set and towards the scattered crew out back. Immediately, her eyes caught onto Ichigo’s back, the familiar way he was slouched against a pole as he chatted with one of his sisters. She quickly snapped her gaze back to her feet and rounded a curve around the trailer park, knowing full well that if Ichigo was on set, his dad couldn’t be too far behind. She couldn’t dawdle to socialize because they were being careful, talking only when they were present in the company of others, or utterly away from the limelight. This was too important to her and she couldn’t risk behind-the-scenes pictures of her and Isshin conversing in any way that wasn’t expected of them to leak, even if the man himself had no idea she was seeing his son in secret.

Isshin Kurosaki was an unpredictable judge. He was warm and friendly during rounds — goofy, even — but undeniably serious when he was in the tasting chair. He hadn’t been too discerning with her, mostly keeping her in his good favor, but she knew tonight’s macaroon-stacked icebox cake hadn’t won her too many points in his book. A bit crumbly, he’d said, albeit kindly, and she’d internalized it.

Caught up in her thoughts, she slumped up the stairs leading up front to the residential units. Most of the other contestants stayed in hotels or rented apartments scattered in and around the city, but Orihime couldn’t really afford that — not with her paycheck-to-paycheck lifestyle — so she was bumming out where the crew lived, in a sparse room for a relatively lower price. It was a little embarrassing, but it was what it was and she’d heard that her relatively simple background was precisely what made her relatable to some of her supporters, so she took it at face value and worked with it.

Before she could flick on the switch, she felt a hand curl around her elbow.

“It’s me,” Ichigo said quickly, before she could be caught off guard. He jerked his head side-to-side, then appraised her with a small smile. She returned it in full, leading the way into her unit. He switched on the lights, and, before she could protest about his being here, he drew her into his arms for a tight hug. She tried to draw back and insist she was okay, but felt his head shake as his hair tickled her cheek. “It’s okay. It was a rough challenge today.”

Which, she supposed, was really code for ‘I wanted to be here for you.’

Her hands tightened on the back of his jacket. “Thank you,” she replied softly, eyes burning as she tucked her face into the crook of his shoulder.

“You did good though,” he said, releasing her and venturing out to her kitchen to pour himself some water. “Karin said the live audience was sympathetic about it, at least.”

Orihime’s eyebrows arched curiously as she followed him. “Your sisters talk about me?”

Ichigo paused where he was bent over by the fridge, cheeks pink. “You, uh,” he coughed. “They like you.” He drew out the bottle and pressed it to his lips, ignoring the happy squeal she let out. When he set the bottle down, he allowed himself to catch her gaze and his cheeks turned darker when she gave him a knowing smile. Damn. She’d caught onto his embarrassment. He averted his gaze and muttered, “Lot of people want to see you win.”

Orihime leaned her hip against the counter. “What about you?”

Ichigo scoffed, coming up to her and lightly knocking his knuckle against her hip. “You know what I want.”

Her eyes brightened as she hazarded an excited guess. “Me?”

He spluttered, almost choking on the water he’d just sipped. “No!” he said, mortified, before quickly adding, “I mean—I was talking about wanting to see you live your dreams and stuff! Not just—not just that. Or at least—argh!” He raked one frustrated hand through his hair.

Orihime laughed, shoulders shaking with glee at his reaction. “I know. I was joking.”

Ichigo’s eyes widened, before they narrowed into a line. “Joke—” He pinched her rear in retaliation, earning a small squeak from her as he dragged her with him to the living room. He would have never been as bold as to do something like that on a normal night, but with the shock she delivered to him constantly, he felt like she deserved it.

“You’re so mean,” she complained, waiting for him to land on the couch before immediately landing beside him with a ‘thud’ and cuddling up to his side.

"Hmm.” He was way past the conversation now, feeling content with just lazing around. “What do you wanna do tonight?”

Orihime turned her head on his shoulder and looked up at him. “How long will you be here?”

Ichigo sighed, scratching the back of his neck. “My dad wanted me back for dinner,” he informed her, watching her eyes falter for a second before shifting back to its usual roundness. “We could watch a movie?”

Orihime shook her head, giving him a small, resigned smile. “I’d love to, but I really should be hitting the cookbooks tonight,” she explained, feeling the knot in her chest tighten. “I overestimated just how much I could do proportions, and that’s something I want to work on before the showstopper challenge next week.”

He nodded. “I get it.”

"Sorry,” she whispered, hesitating for one whole second before leaning in and planting a firm kiss on his cheek. “You can still stay if you want.”

He gave her a small squeeze before letting go of her. “Yeah okay,” he agreed, watching her get to her feet and move about the kitchen. The reality was that a lot of people online were rooting for her, more so now than how it was in the beginning, but she was already so stressed about everything, he really didn’t want to add on to the pressure.

"Ichigo!” she called out, snapping him out of it.

“Yeah?”

“You wanna taste my monkey bread?”

He made a face but got to his feet. “Uh—yeah, sure.”

Given the fact that he knew his father’s tastes, she’d banned him from being her actual taste tester on the grounds of unfair advantage, but that didn’t stop her from shoving an experimental recipe his way every now and then. Half the reason he agreed to it was because he just couldn’t say no when she made that face, but the other half was because he knew, if he absolutely detested it, he could just kiss her until the flavor dissipated all on its own. Besides, it comforted him, knowing what she had planned before she actually went ahead and did it. It made him feel like he was in this as much as she was, proper 50-50.

He shook his head. He was so whipped.

"The key to a perfect monkey bread,” she was explaining, more to herself than him, hands pressing the dough down into quarters with her pink fingers, “is getting the dough right, see?"

The dough flattened as Orihime mixed it in with brown sugar water. Ichigo grimaced. Her eyes caught his expression and she knocked his cheek affectionately with the back of her hand. His heart fluttered up to his throat.

“I hope you win,” he said sincerely, and he meant it, even if his cheeks burned with the admission. He knew she had practically battled with her aunt for this opportunity and he was going to make sure there was absolutely nothing standing in her way, even if he couldn’t do much from the sidelines. Granted, he’d been tempted to ask his dad a couple of times about the next round in advance, but he knew she wouldn’t want to take favors like that and he wanted her to feel like she’d earned it, so he hadn’t.  

"The odds are tilted both ways,” she said modestly, though there was a hopeful gleam in her eyes as well, “I’m just nervous about taking on Uryuu Ishida, if I make it to the finals. He’s a pretty ruthless competitor.”

Ichigo shrugged it off. “Uryuu Ishida hasn’t got shit on you. You got this.”

“Ichigo!” she protested, but smiled appreciatively.

"Seriously, I can’t wait to see you kick his insufferable ass. He deserved to be eliminated the first week if it was up to me.”

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Unfortunately for Ichigo, Uryuu did not get eliminated in the next round. Nor the round after that.

“I’m not worried about my place on this show,” Ichigo heard him say coolly to the camera. “I’m simply worried for whoever has the misfortune of facing me in the finals.”

Ichigo gagged. “Pretentious douchebag,” he muttered under his breath, oblivious to Karin’s amusement. Unfortunately, he was Yuzu’s favorite, so Ichigo couldn’t air out his curses as often as he would have liked.

Orihime herself was faring rather well, earning modest appreciation from the three main judges as she smooth-sailed through rounds. Her popularity, too, had skyrocketed. This made Ichigo nervous, mainly because he felt like he had to walk on eggshells around her when others were around, but also because the more well-wishers she received, the more haters she roped in as well. While Orihime was impervious to most of it, Ichigo absolutely loathed reading it. He’d spent one too many evenings doom-scrolling on Twitter to be unaffected.

On Saturday, he arrived on set with an ice-cold water bottle in hand, fully intent on giving it to Orihime during shooting breaks. With the finale looming around the corner, she couldn’t as well go into the competition dehydrated.

Arriving around the L-bend of a corridor however, he suddenly halted when he heard a collective murmur of voices emerging from ahead.

“— I’m partial to a bit of chardonnay myself,” Kuchiki Byakuya was saying in that dry tone of his, flanked on either side by Isshin and Shunsui Kyoraku. Ichigo suddenly slinked back into the shadows, listening intently to what the judge had to say.

“You do like a good chardonnay,” Shunsui agreed wistfully, scratching his beard. “Though bringing in something experimentative this late into the show….I’d say that’s like shooting yourself in the foot.”

“Who knows? Orihime might still surprise us yet!” Isshin commented, with a sparkling gleam in his eyes. Ichigo’s breath caught, hardly catching on to the fact that his hand had tightened around his bottle.

"She’s got a lot of heart, that girl,” Shunsui continued, “but consistency is a baker’s strong foot. You don’t want to bring something new to the table on your final round; by now, she should have decided what her strengths are already and stick to them. I’d like to see her take the dough-based route at least, she did those rather well.”

“A pâtissier is only as good as their trademark,” Byakuya agreed, “Floundering back and forth between ideas will set her back, make her seem indecisive about what mark she wants to leave on the industry.”

“True, true,” Isshin said, their voices fading as they headed to their makeup trailers, “Now how about that sake you owe me, Byakuya?”

Ichigo slipped out of his hiding place, feeling his chest tighten. He most definitely should not have heard any of that, but he had. Sliding out of the corridor, he arrived backstage with a thoughtful frown on his face. It was only his luck that he ran into Orihime, who had probably just wrapped up giving her piece to the cameras as she arrived at her trailer.

“Ichigo?” she greeted, eyes gleaming in delight when she saw the bottle. “Is that for me?”

"Yeah,” he muttered, pressing it into her hand as they walked. Somewhere behind them, Uryuu was talking to the cameras as well, and the sight of him made Ichigo’s throat go dry. He suddenly caught Orihime’s wrist and dragged her behind a screen nearby, interrupting her grateful remarks about his thoughtfulness halfway.

“What’s going on?” she asked, eyes darting around in concern before settling on him. “Are you okay?”

A pâtissier is only as good as their trademark, his brain chimed.

“What are you thinking about making for the final round?” he blurted, feeling his fists clench as her eyes rounded in surprise.

"Oh,” she said, a note of relief coloring her voice before she became excited again. “I was thinking about a strawberry cobbler.” She pinched her fingers together and spread it out into the air. “Thin layer of cookie-crust, sparse spread of sugar, and just that fruity hint of strawberry to finish off with a ‘pop'!" She grinned. “I’m hoping I can pull it off, considering I’ve never done a cobbler on the show before, but I like the idea of it. It’s a bit spontaneous. If I manage to do it well, the real kicker will be the puff of cardamom — for spice!”

Ichigo tried to school his features into something supportive, but failed. He was sure his mouth had blanched the second she mentioned the cardamom. “Don’t you think you should be doing something a bit more...traditional?”

Orihime’s eyebrows knit together. “Traditional?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, Ishida’s probably going to go with a family recipe,” he guessed. “Something consistent with what he’s been doing so far. And you…”

“And I?” Orihime echoed, her voice thinning out slightly, hands on her hips.

“Well, you’re not exactly conventional,” he said weakly, his own words sounding a bit harsh to his ears as he quickly covered it up with, “Which is fine, I mean you’re a great baker, but it’s not too late to consider playing it a bit safe, don’t you think?”

The flash of hurt that crossed her features shocked him. He’d been expecting all kinds of reactions, but hurt was not one of them.

“I don’t want to play it safe,” she said, managing to sound strained and dumbfounded all at once. “I didn’t start baking just to be like everyone else — I did it because I had ideas and they were good ideas.” Her eyes met his and the way her voice went small made his chest hurt. “I believe in my ideas.” She hadn’t said it, but the ‘even if you don’t’ was evident in the way her voice faltered.

“I do too,” he insisted, reaching out for her hand. She gave it to him but didn’t seem to be into the gesture all that much. “Orihime, of course I do. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

He knew how much being on this show meant to her and seeing her lose, seeing her cry on national television would absolutely break him. It was cheating, and it was definitely an undue advantage, but was it really so bad to want to help achieve her dreams? She deserved that title more than anyone else on this show, more than all the bratty kids who’d had a well-spent youth much like he had. And he’d hate to see her pack up and go home after all of this.

But Orihime seemed a bit more put out at his suggestion than he’d been anticipating her to be.

He sighed, bringing his hands up to cup her neck. “Hey,” he said, cursing himself at how soft his voice had gotten. “You could put five hundred grams of wasabi in your cobbler and I’d still eat it.”

“You wouldn’t,” Orihime retorted flatly, but her cheeks were a soft, seashell pink at his flattery anyway.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t,” he agreed, making a face, “but that doesn’t mean I don’t support you. I’ve got your back no matter what.”

“Okay,” she said, with a small sigh of her own. “Can I get a good luck kiss?”

Ichigo grinned, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to her eyebrow. “Good luck.”

Somewhere behind them, he heard someone clear their throat. They broke apart at once and Ichigo’s stomach dropped violently when he turned on his heel to face their intruder.

“Ah,” said Uryuu Ishida. “What an interesting turn of events.”

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“This isn’t what it looks like,” were the first words that left Ichigo’s mouth, and really, there were no worse words he could have uttered at that moment.

"And what do you think it looks like?" Uryuu asked, setting his own water bottle down. "Because to me it didn't seem up to interpretation."

"Uryuu," Ichigo said slowly, his voice taking on a dark edge.

"Keep in mind, Kurosaki, you're in no position to be threatening me."

"He's right, Ichigo," Orihime stepped in guiltily, taking a shaky breath.

"No! Are you crazy?" Ichigo asked, impervious to her pout. "Orihime, come on. I haven't done you a single favor since you came onto the show! You know that. You deserve it, and I'm not gonna let this pompous asshole—"

Uryuu cleared his throat. "Are you done?"

Ichigo clenched his fists, but waited.

"It is true that dating a contestant is extremely poor judgment on your part," Uryuu began calmly, "but if you assumed I would credit that as a reason for Miss Inoue's success so far, you're a damn fool. I have no doubt about her worthiness as my rival." He nodded at Orihime. "However, even if I do trust Miss Inoue’s competency in clearing all the rounds so far, I refuse to leave my position in the finals up to chance.”

Orihime’s wrung her hands together guiltily. “What would you suggest we do to make it even?”

“I suggest you come clean about your relationship to the judges by the end of the day,” Uryuu said solemnly, “or I will have to tell them for you.”

“Are you crazy?” Ichigo demanded. “That might get her kicked off the show!”

“I am simply ensuring there will be no biases when the results come in,” Uryuu said, then regarded Orihime. “I look forward to seeing you at the finals, if you make it.”

Orihime's eyes widened. "L-likewise!" she stammered as they watched him leave the same way he came.

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To their credit, Isshin, Byakuya and Shunsui heard the entire story out without a single interruption. Although Orihime and Ichigo had decided to talk to them together, Ichigo had done most of the talking, his eyes fierce and his voice firm as he told them he loved Orihime, he was serious about her, and it would break his heart if something like this would cause problems for her in the finals. They hadn’t broken any rules—had rarely talked about the show when they were together in the first place, and it would be unfair if they would hold this against her.

“Wow,” Shunsui whistled lightly, after a long moment’s worth of silence spent just staring at them. “I mean, I’ve seen some desperate attempts up the ladder in my career, but seduction is a fun one. I can’t believe I hadn’t thought of that before!”

All three judges casted a glance at Orihime. Could this be a woman capable of manipulating Ichigo into doing something he didn’t want to do? Was there a hidden evil streak somewhere behind that seemingly harmless exterior?

Orihime blinked.

“No! There was no seducing!” Ichigo roared, ears pink. “Orihime isn’t like that!”

(Orihime wondered if he was going to pop a blood vessel, the rate he was going).

“Well, son,” Isshin said gravely, snapping her attention back to the man, “You know what you must do now.”

“What?”

“You must marry her, of course,” Isshin declared.

Orihime squawked, turning beet-red from head to toe. Marriage?! She didn’t even know Ichigo’s opinions on climate change yet!

Meanwhile Ichigo had turned an alarming shade of red too, but he straightened, meeting his father’s gaze with determination.

“If it’s to defend Orihime’s honor —”

“Enough,” Byakuya intervened, having had enough with the theatrics. “While judges are not allowed to engage in recreational relationships with contestants, there’s no clear guidelines on what that means for family members of the judges.” This troubled him greatly, as if there was anything Byakuya loved more than his own family, it was following a guideline.

"Well, what do you propose we do?” Ichigo demanded. “I am not letting you guys kick her off the show.”

“Give us time,” Shunsui said, albeit gently. “We’ll give you an answer once we talk it out among ourselves.”

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They had decided to do a best of three, but only the last round would air on television.

The first was a single-blind challenge, where Orihime and Uryuu would both have to bake something without knowing the ingredients beforehand. Orihime breezed through it, as the challenge played to her strength of being spontaneous. Both contestants made a battenberg cake each, but Orihime’s was chocolate-orange while Uryuu had opted not to use any of the fruits available to them.

The second, however, was a pressure test, where Uryuu fared better than she did. By the time the finals came around, they were evenly tied.

Ichigo thought it was pure torture, watching Orihime and Uryuu at their respective long tables now. Uryuu clearly had some sort of fancy whisking technique that was bringing out his batter in rich, creamy layers. That wasn’t to say Orihime was doing too bad; she’d picked out the ripest strawberries from the repository — and shot him a cheeky wink when the cameras had swiveled away — but it was clear that this really was going to be an all-out battle of the bakers.

“Back here in the kitchen, we have our finalists beating away against the clock as they race to the All-Star Incredible Bake-Off podium,” Keigo Asano said with great fanfare as an entire panel of cameras followed him around the set. “On my right I have Uryuu Ishida, a brutally skilled baker descended from a long line of the country’s most expert culinary artists — but one has to wonder: how does he see beneath those bangs?”

Uryuu scowled.

“I’m just kidding now, of course, aha aha,” Keigo continued, fanning himself indulgently before leaning against the counter. “Tell us what you’ve got in store for our judges today, Uryuu.”

“I’ll be baking a classic streusel cake,” Uryuu said primly, gesturing out at his ingredients, “with a side of cherries, to taste.”

Keigo let out a wolf-whistle, making a joke about cherries that Ichigo was sure they’d have to cut out from the final roll of footage as he skipped up to Orihime.

“Now, on my left we have the nation’s sweetheart, Orihime Inoue,” he cheered, with mild applause as he rounded up near her table, “Amateur small town baker and apple of my eye, how are we doing today, Orihime? What have you got in store for the judges?”

“I’ll be making a strawberry cobbler with an underside of cookie crust and cardamom,” Orihime said meekly, pointing at her bowl. “I’m looking forward to the challenge of it, but it’s a bit of a slippery slope, if I’m being honest!”

The camera panned in on Keigo’s face as he took a deep whiff of the ingredients and said, “Hmmph. Looks like she’s got a thing for strawberries.”

Backstage, Ichigo flushed.

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Orihime wrung her hands together, staring intently between the three judges as they tasted her food. To all intents and purposes, this was it. This was what everything was leading up to, this whole time.

Isshin smacked his lips first, leaning back in his seat as he appraised his co-judges. Shunsui shared an amused smile with Byakuya, while the latter murmured in curiosity.

“Orihime,” Shunsui said, resting his hands on the table as he pushed the plate back. “How do you think you did?”

Orihime pursed her lips, releasing a sheepish laugh when she looked between the judges. “I know my tastes can be a bit controversial, especially with the cardamom base,” she admitted, “but I think I did alright with the consistency?”

“Why did you pick the cardamom?” Isshin asked, scratching his beard wistfully. “You could have gone the more traditional route.”

“I could,” Orihime agreed humbly, “but then I’d be keeping the world from tasting new ideas that they haven’t seen before. Maybe they won’t like some of what I plate, but the fun in baking is having that freedom in trying things out — which I feel like you lose out on when you start to go corporate.” Realization dawned on exactly who she was talking to and she flushed as she quickly added, “Not that I think going corporate is bad!” She did, but that was beside the point. “I just think we’re so used to the usual comforts that we don’t give a chance to things we might like if we broaden our horizons.”

Isshin and Shunsui grinned. Even Byakuya seemed content with her answer.

“Alright, Orihime,” Byakuya said, with a curt nod, “We’ll be talking this over. Please take your place with the others.”

Orihime nodded, feeling a sort of resigned peace wash over her as she thanked the judges. The only thing left was to now accept the ebb and flow of things, however they worked out for her.

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“Ichigo, do you need to sit down?” Yuzu asked, dabbing his face with a wet cloth gingerly. “You look awfully ill.”

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, swatting her away.

“Because if you need to sit down—”

I’m fine, Yuzu,” he insisted, not wanting to move an inch from where he was standing until the results were out. Almost as if on cue, he saw his father emerging from one of the corridors, an important set of papers in his hand. He brushed his sister off and headed straight towards where his dad was.

“Ichigo!” Isshin boomed, “What a final that was! Tradition versus the contemporary! Beauty versus brains! Convention versus the norm! Why are you still here again?”

“Uh,” Ichigo replied, trying to squint at the paper. “I thought I’d bring you some water.” He quickly sidestepped and pulled a water bottle out of the hands of an unsuspecting crew member. “You must be thirsty.” 

“Oh, what a heartfelt gesture from my usually brutish son,” Isshin clapped him on his back, “Have you finally come over to your Daddy’s side?”

“Sure,” Ichigo deadpanned, trying to surreptitiously catch the names on the paper while his father rambled on about the heat in the studio.

“Ah-ah!” Isshin smacked Ichigo’s head with the paper. “You know Daddy isn’t allowed to spill any secrets. What a traitorous little dirtbag you are. I thought I taught you better.”

“I wasn’t trying to look—” Ichigo began, when his eyes caught the bold flash of words that made his stomach drop.

Orihime Inoue: runner-up.

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Orihime emerged from the washroom, face glistening clean after her refreshing wash. She’d barely managed to step outside when she ran into Ichigo, looking haunted.

“Ichigo? What’s wrong?”

“Orihime—” He sounded devastated, lost for words.

Orihime gripped his hand in hers and searched his face for concern. “What is it? Are you ill?”

Ichigo shook his head, unable to form the words that would break her. “It’s just…you. The results, I mean.”

“Oh,” Orihime said, sounding relieved. “Did I lose?”

“Y-Yeah!” Ichigo wondered how she could sound so calm about it, his chest pounding. He watched her face carefully, noticing it remain unchanged and still upbeat. “Aren’t you sad?”

“I think, if this had happened right at the beginning of the show, I’d be devastated,” Orihime said slowly, watching his eyes stretch in concern. “I came so far after all, and I’d always been so alone, I thought winning this show would help change my life dramatically. But then I met you, and I was really happy. I met Uryuu, who helped me improve as my rival. It’s true!” she insisted, when he scoffed. “I’m still young, and I have a lot to learn, but I’m not afraid of losing anymore. Not when my heart is already in the important things.”

Ichigo flushed.

“I have so many things I want to do,” she confessed, squeezing his hand in hers, a little sweet, a little shy when she met his eyes. “Is it alright if I do them with you?”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Of course. You know that.”

She smiled at him, then let his hand go to go receive her results.

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 2 years later

“Orihime!” Ichigo yelled over his shoulder, only to hear a vague and muffled, “I’m coming!” from somewhere behind stacks of boxes. He glanced up at the golden archway with the words ‘Highwell Bakery’ and smiled, snapping a quick picture with his camera. 

After the competition, Orihime had received an interesting proposition from Byakuya Kuchiki. Turned out, the man had a sister who hosted several high-society business meetings and fundraisers as a part of Kuchiki Enterprises, a business she took over from him while he returned to his lifelong passion — dessert.

Rukia Kuchiki was in need of a reliable caterer, and Orihime needed contacts. Running second place on All-Star had no doubt gotten some very wealthy people interested in her — all she needed was a platform to get in touch with them.

Suffice to say that had worked out incredibly in her favor. Soon, there were talks about angel investors and planners and whatnot, and Orihime had squirreled herself enough to land her first real bakery, while Ichigo himself had gone into freelance food photography — a surprise passion he had discovered as he accompanied Orihime on her many errands with the Kuchikis.

At present, Orihime emerged from the store, jangling a set of keys with her.

 “Guess wha-at?” she sang.

“You finally got the keys,” Ichigo said.

“I finally got the keys,” Orihime confirmed, looping her arm around Ichigo’s and regarding her bakery with pride. Bubblegum-pink outdoors, cotton-blue indoors, state-of-the-art stools, concealed lights, and a dozen or so paintings that made no sense but were certainly Instagrammable. They screamed ‘Orihime’ all over — a true manifestation of her ideas, her recipes, and her business. “Looks great, doesn’t it?”

Ichigo smiled at her. “Looks like a dream come true.”

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Ten Thousand Leaves

Pairing: Shingen x Inoue Eri (OC)

Warnings: this is generally SFW with some not so spicy moments. Also for the sake of the plot let's imagine that Shingen’s first trip to the future was really quick

Here is a little something I prepared for lovely @tacogawa

Honestly, I think I’ve become too invested into this couple. Eri is such a brilliant character to write, and Shingen is…Shingen. Hope you’ll like it even though it’s not perfect!

And many thanks to @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen for all your time and efforts put into bringing together the whole bunch of extremely talented and sweet people 💛

Learning more about your born in the XVI century boyfriend is not a great deal when you live in his world. Letting him know more about your relatively ordinary life in the XXI century is way harder. Of course, he can rely on Sasukepedia, but even reliable sources may sometimes face the Blue Screen of Doom. 

Standing against inequality in every form and measure, Eri perfectly realized the large disparity in access to knowledge that existed in her relationship with Shingen Takeda. That's why when her boyfriend mentioned that he “wanted to visit the future one more time just to be able to know her better” during another day walk to the town, the young woman took it seriously. 

She didn't want to consider for a moment the possibility of putting Shingen in danger of getting stuck into the time whole, so instead she decided to bring a part of her world into his own. 

Eri spent the whole day in the kitchen, boiling, roasting and even baking dozens of dishes, from sweet sakura wagashi to spicy curry bread, modern dorayaki and vegetable cream soup that was useful for the warlord’s health. 

It was necessary to keep her present a secret, but since when did she ever succeed in hiding something from the Tiger of Kai?

Eri was thinking a lot about what and how exactly she wanted to tell Shingen about her world. In terms of historical accuracy it was better to ask Sasuke for help since he was the true king of theory and practice. But no, she didn't want it to be another boring retelling of cold hard facts. Her strong point was her imagination, expressiveness and ability to show a wide spectrum of emotions. So, why not tell her story through the language of memories, food, scents and feelings?

For Eri  her friends were the biggest source of emotions in all their vivid diversity, but she could no longer reach for them. There was also that old traditional minshuku where she worked, loved and met so many new faces, watched, enjoyed and cried over the movies of their good and bad days. Maybe she should show Shingen a glimpse of her daily life there? 

Not to say, Eri really wanted to spoil Shingen with her favorite coffee with a great milk foam. The problem was that in Sengoku’s Japan people weren’t that much invested in the coffee culture, and she didn't have enough ingredients to use.  

Shingen was a brilliant man. A perceptive one. He didn't need words to know that something was wrong with his lover. She began to twitch her nose impassionately more often, the tone of her voice became a little bit more shaky — the wrong note played in the middle of a perfect sequence. And her eyes, of course her eyes. Two deep dark pools evoked the memories of a willow tree covered with the storm clouds. 

Having flirtatious nature but not mind, Shingen Takeda knew quite well when it was necessary to build temples of sweet flattery and when it was better to approach people with strict honesty. Therefore, he asked Eri just one simple question.

“My angel, tell me what’s happened?”

There was no point in keeping secrets anymore. After her confession Shingen didn't say anything, only took Eri in his loving “bearish” embrace, and she forgot about their conversation for a while. Until one day she saw a large box full of dark coffee beans in front of the bedroom. 

Shingen never mentioned how he managed to find them. Eri never asked.  

When everything was done, Eri put a blindfold on Shingen’s eyes and led him to their room that was now turned into an improvised restaurant.

He  removed the cloth and saw Eri standing with an ink brush and a piece of paper in her hand.

“What would you like to order?”

“As long as I’m blessed with your company, my goddess, I don't really care.”

Sitting at the table and sharing the meals, she tried to describe her working days, remembering all those little details that made them so ordinarily special. How she liked to talk with her clients, how funny it was to dance while baking chocolate cookies and how at first she missed it here. Shingen in return paid countless compliments to the coffee drink she’d made and told her some stories about his childhood. 

But as the amount of food on the plates was reducing dartingly, Eri’s gaze turned more gloomy. No wonder. That big baby ate all the desserts, completely ignoring the tray with rice, vegetables and soup. 

Come on, man, that's not how it works!

Crumpling the napkin, Eri leaned back with her eyes bored into Shingen’s handsome face. 

“You know what I haven't told you yet?” she asked thoughtfully.

“I’m all ears.”

“About games. There were days when the restaurant was crowded with parents and their children, so I was usually asked to entertain them.”

“And what game do you want to play with me?” Eri recalled the names of all the kamies she'd read about and begged them to give her enough strength to ignore the damn smile that possessed enough power to make the coldest winter day warmer. 

“Truth or Dare. My version. Basically there is one main rule: the loser has to grant the winner's wish.”

“Sounds pretty good.” Dew-drops of laughter were splashing in his voice. ”And what will happen if one of the players refuses to obey the rules?”

“Oh, so you’re going to give up even before we start?”

“How cruel.” Even if the warlord did sound offended, the look of pure joy on his face betrayed him. “My love may have the look of an angel, but her tongue is sharper than a devil’s spear.”

“I thought you liked my tongue.” Eri couldn't help sticking out her tongue just a little bit.  

“Surely. Especially when its on my c—”

“Shin!”

“...candies. Why, did you think about something else?” 

After having found three wooden dice and three shallow cups, the couple sat at both sides of the table as Eri kept on explaining the rules.

“I'll write one word on each dice. Then we’ll put them under the cups and mix. The one who gets the “Truth” dice will have to answer honestly any question asked by the other player. And if you’re lucky to have “Dare”, then you’ll have to do anything your rival wants you to. There are three rounds, three different choices. Sometimes I may write two dares and one truth or vice versa. You'll never know.”

Three upside-down cups were exposed in front of them. 

“Ladies first, my dear.”

“Not this time, my dear.”

Eri’d had enough time to practice and almost perfect the art of how to know exactly where each dice was hidden and how to make her opponent pick the right choice. Whatever the ”right choice” meant.  There were plenty of options from moving the cup just slightly closer to the player to picking up the right angle for the other two. 

Rough fingers with surprisingly delicate, dove pink nail plates were teasing Eri with their elegant dance over the table and accidentally touching her hands. Suddenly they reached the “Truth”cup, and Eri held her breath, hoping he wouldn't pick it up. After all, she suggested playing the game for a completely different reason.

The eyes of steel on fire spotted the flush on her cheeks, and for a moment they reflected so many shades of emotions, from ultimate happiness to complete understanding. The woman could swear that Shingen knew what kind of tricks she’d used and what was hidden beneath the egg-shell china as if he looked at the glass.  

He dropped his hand abruptly and pointed at another cup with the needed “Dare” dice under it. 

“Dare.” A tiger’s lazy hum. “So, what do you want me to do, princess?”

“I want you to try this.” She acted with no hesitation and gave him a plate with soup.

Shingen smelled the plate with poorly hidden curiosity. Then took a spoon and said, “My precious lover cooked this for me. I cannot be more happy than..ough—” 

“What do you expect, pumpkin juice?”

The quote left her lips spontaneously, and Eri didn't have time to think of how much her voice resembled Madam Pomfrey. Truly, it wasn't that important.  She put back the tapestry of jade black hair and broke into laughter, watching one of the best moments in her life. A crease on her lover’s forehead — crescent moon shadows on the silver top of Fuji. Showing when surprised, disappearing when composed — a split second. Eri knew quite well how rarely Shingen allowed her to see him so vulnerable; but thus did she feel so proud of herself — for being able to break through that cool, calm and collected facade.

Shingen made no attempt to stop her. Right now he was the epitome of silence and reminiscent of a painter who’d been searching desperately for an ideal view for his picture and occasionally found it behind his own window. He was diving himself in the endless warmth of her laughter and thought that if the sun was her, then he, Shingen Takeda, wanted to become Icarus.  

Finally, Eri managed to regain her temper, but a wide happy smile still rested on her happy face. She was studying the man in front of her and could see nothing more than the true embodiment of composure: relaxed posture, his usual hot smirk, massive hands dropped on his crossed knees. There was nothing in Shingen’s Herculean figure that could indicate the hurricane raging in his heart. Except the hawkish gaze that was the only thing preventing Eri from accepting his playfulness as true.  

“What does it mean? Another interesting expression from your time?”

“Well..”  

She was about to open her mouth to answer but cut herself immediately, imagining how awkward it would be to tell the XVI century’s daimyo about wizards flying on the brooms, Horcruxes, moving stairs and ginger beer sold at Diagon Alley. Shingen heard her muttering something like “forget it”, and then Eri looked down, so he could no longer see her expression. The flirtatious atmosphere was gone with the last bubble of it burst in the air, and as it often happened after another peal of emotions, Eri felt empty, confused and guilty of the moment ruined.   

Although, there is this full-package option to be brought back 500 years in the past, one doesn't simply rewind just a few seconds, right?

But she missed the fact that her lover was none other than the famous Tiger of Kai, the man who fought with the same lust he lived and conducted talks as flawlessly as he waltzed with Death on the battlefield.   

Soon they were exchanging jokes and enthusiastically discussing Eri’s life, dreams and goals as if nothing had happened. Talking about her dreams with Shingen was as easy as breathing. He listened carefully, never interrupting, and asked questions directly and only when needed. 

There were times when Eri wanted to open an animal shelter and saved money despite getting paid peanuts. As they say, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. 

“I’m not talking about juridical nuances. Well, they are important, and pet owners must be obliged by law to bear responsibility for those they’ve tamed. But there is also massive public ignorance.”

“Explain.”

“People don't know how to act when they see homeless or sick animals. They are scared to do much harm by their actions, they are confused about how to feed animals and where to find a shelter. So, some people just—  ”

“...prefer to do nothing,” they said simultaneously and grinned knowingly at each other. 

“What you’re saying, princess, can be applied to many situations. Regardless of who’s involved — animals, humans or gods — the questions are always the same. Are we ready to take responsibility for our actions? And if the future offers us a bed of thorns, will we find enough courage to move forward or surrender to fears and despair?”

Eri had the feeling that what Shingen’d told her was way more personal than he wanted it to be and that his true intention was not to admonish but to warn her. At the end of the day, who better than the legendary Tiger of Kai could approve that the nobility of intentions shouldn’t prevail over the nobility of actions?

“I have a plan.” She squeezed her hands so tightly that the knuckles went frost white. But when she dared to raise her eyes and meet Shingen’s direct gaze, there was no sign of insecurity. Only that loud like silence, adamantine confidence in herself. “It's necessary to create and spread information cards to point out all places where the future shelters will be located. And also add the contact details of volun…I mean, people who will be glad to help us and look for animals until they are safe. In my world it is possible to do so using computers or tablets, but here we’ll have to use paper only.”

“In other words, this way it will become possible to get rid of the main preventing factor — the lack of knowledge”, Takeda nodded. He remained silent for a moment, considering Eri’s words, and when he finally spoke, his voice was overwhelmed with affection. 

“My goddess is so beautiful, body and soul. Who am I but a poor servant ready to grant every wish of her?”

Eri raised her eyebrow questioningly, and he added with a boyish grin,

“I'll think about how I can help you create these maps. Can't promise it’ll be quick, but— ”

All other words melted in the black sea of curls, in jasmine and orchid, in a raining fire of touches, in lips caressing cheeks and neck until finding each other and bursting into deep, passionate kisses. A moan of pleasure flitted from Eri’s chest when Shingen’s wet demanding tongue drew the line of her lips and pushed inside with a loud smack, tasting the sweetness of their love.           

When the lovers finally parted from each other, the sun was  almost below the horizon. Each and every thatched roof in Kai province was painted with rays of reddish gold. The sky still held the memories of day heat, but the refreshing coolness of the night promised to be soon on its way. The streets were half-empty with traders closing their shops and local people rushing to their families. Lights from hundreds of windows kindled the empty streets with the tangerine gold color of ten thousand maple leafs, and the air was quickly loaded with the scents of boiling meat, rice and wood fire. Somewhere near the market square an old man with a lost smile was playing the shamisen. The echo of his music was written in the clouds with ethereal inks.

For our past where we held out our hands.

For our present where we reach each other.

For our future where we’ll go together hand in hand.        

Eri was wrapped in her tiger’s tight embrace, and she didn't complain. Let some people fear his sharp claws — Eri was the only one who felt the safest when being so close to him.  

“I think we’ve got distracted in the middle of our game,” he hummed. 

Eri wanted to reach Shingen’s lips to wipe that arrogant smirk off, but the man was faster, emerging on the opposite side of the table in no time.  

“My turn to lead, princess.”

She signed and began to watch how those sun-kissed hands with stretched veins were moving the cups. Of course, with Shingen it was necessary to be 200% concentrated, but Eri couldn't resist the temptation to admire the elegant contour of his wrists, the red marks that she’d left in a minute of passione and that now embellished his elbows.   

Eventually, he stopped, and Eri pointed at the cup that, as she noticed, was moving slower than the other one — the sign that probably something could be hidden under it.  

“Dare.”

“Show me another one!”

“Accept your faith with pride, Eri,” Shingen noticed calmly. Never ever did she want to pull his ears so badly.

“Shingen!”

Raising his hands in defeat, the man turned over the other cup, and Eri jumped on her feet, screaming, 

“That's not fair! You haven't put a second dice.”

“I don't remember you mentioning using several dice in each round. So, I decided to improvise.”

“Liar!”

“That doesn't change the fact that you owe me.”

“Geez, sometimes you do act like a jerk.”

“And you love it, don't you? ”

"No, I would rather kill you for that."

"Oh, but can you really?"

"I won't hesitate, bi…Ah, never mind!"

Brushing away the plates, Eri leaned over the table and quickly kissed the tip of his nose, making sure another blush pinched his cheeks.  

“For daring to trick me,” she replied, shaking her shoulders as if not mentioning an unspoken question in Shingen’s eyes.

But this time the response followed almost immediately. His breath was tickling the softness of her earlobes when Eri heard another bewitching whisper.

“The way you described dance in your world seems pretty fun. Why don't you teach me some basics?”

Though she really enjoyed it, dancing was not Eri’s virtue. On any other day, she would politely decline Shingen’s offer. But now love, intimacy of night and bitter-sweet taste of coffee in her blood made her bold, and she pulled the man closer to painted shoji where the melancholic play of strings could be heard. 

The layers of silk tied tightly on her body made it almost impossible to move effortlessly. Every step — childish, every turn — clumsy. So different from the man’s elegant posture and rhythmic movements, so graceful, surprisingly graceful considering his rather impressive figure and non-poetic lifestyle. Shingen indeed was a man of many talents. God, she could just (but could she?) play some random Youtube tutorials on building ships, singing Mozart’s operas or playing otome games, and he would learn everything in a matter of seconds. No doubts.

At some point, when Eri got tired of imitating the jig when dancing the waltz, she let herself be guided by Shingen’s strong arms. All the stress and exhaustion from the previous days were threatening to burst out of her, but she tried to fight a sleeping curse with desperation worthy of samurai’s praise. 

“A-and also I promised you an unforgettable night. Now let me show you—”

Giving a throat chuckle, Shingen gracefully made another step to the music and gently kissed her forehead.  

“You make every night special, my love. But right now holding you in my arms is enough.”

“D-don't be so confident! You know how good I am at seduction." Her hands slowly caressed the line of his waist and then dropped lower to squeeze the muscular curves. 

The next moment the world began to tremble as if somebody pushed the swings with all their might. Eri found herself lying on the soft futon with Shingen being on top. 

“That's what happens when you lose control, Eri.” For once again the gentleness in his voice faded away, giving place to the stern resolve and deep, hidden under myriads of ice sheets passion.  

“I’m your lover, but most importantly I’m a man. And I’m not a stranger to certain thoughts, especially when you act like this, warm, sensitive and longing for my touch.”  

More than anything in the world Eri wanted to satisfy the hunger torturing her body and mind. Thick dark lashes lowered — black silk slipped on the floor. Her lips were burning in anticipation of kisses. 

But the only thing she got was a single light touch on the forehead and then the woman was wrapped in a cotton blanket that covered her from head to toes. 

“You’ll get what you want, princess. But only in the morning, when we’re both ready for this. I prefer to give pleasure rather than be the one who gets it.” 

The last part of the sentence was met with the sounds of her calm breathing. 

The night air in August was rich. The scent of rocky mountains. A pale trace of smoke was coming up from the engawa, where the man in white yukata was sitting. He couldn't help but gaze every minute at the woman in his bed only to find out another bunch of perfect little things about her much to his own amusement. 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden dice. At that very moment Eri moved in her sleep and mumbled, “Shin..do you..love me?”

He looked at the word ‘Truth’ written on the dice and softly squeezed it in his hand.

“Yes.” 

More than you can imagine.

What did the greatest of the greats say?

“I will tread the sharpness of the 

double-edged sword 

And die with a good heart,  

If it be for your sake.”*

*MYS XI: 2498 from the Manyoshu ('Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves'), the oldest anthology of poetry in classical Japanese.

[inou-ie]

HONKAI STAR RAIL WOMEN AS YOUR CAT/DOG GIRLFRIEND(SFW) WARNINGS: female reader, cat/dog ears, tail, suggestive, cuddling, biting, licking, hugging, kissing. CHARACTERS: Cats(Jingliu, Kafka, Natasha, Seele) Dogs(Stelle, Himeko, Bronya, March 7th) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Prepared this as thanks for reaching 400 followers.

Jingliu

Jingliu often fixates her gaze on you, her tail swaying in a lazy rhythm, and tilts her head in a manner that suggests she views you as a fascinating plaything, as though she might pounce at any moment. However, she doesn't make a move; instead, she maintains an enigmatic, blank expression, keeping you captivated with her intense stare.

When you ask about what might be troubling her, Jingliu responds by drawing nearer, gently nuzzling her face against your neck, and enveloping you with her arms. In a soft, reassuring whisper, she reassures you that there's nothing amiss, and she simply can't help but find you utterly adorable.

At times, she surprises you by swiftly lifting you into her arms, cradling you in her embrace, and carrying you towards the bed. With the utmost care, she sets you down gently before reclining on top of you, her soft, white tail enveloping your leg in a soothing embrace. As she purrs with contentment, you find yourself comfortably nestled in her cuddles.

She absolutely adores it when you pat her head and play with her ears. While she's quite cautious about her tail, she allows you to touch it as long as you promise to be gentle, explaining that it's a particularly sensitive spot for her. As your interactions continue, and she becomes more comfortable in your touches, the soft hum of her purring begins, a clear sign that she's completely at ease and enjoying your company.

Jingliu possesses a playful and mischievous side, often nibbling on your fingers or your neck with an air of amorousness, all the while her tail sways in a seductive manner. While she's typically calm, it's important to note that if you ever decline her advances, she can become a bit grumpy and persistent, intensifying her nibbling until you ultimately succumb to her desires.

Kafka

Kafka's behavior can be quite unpredictable. Most of the time, she seems preoccupied with everything except giving you her attention. However, there are moments when she becomes incredibly clingy, refusing to let you go and holding onto you tightly with both her limbs and tail. It's as if there's no middle ground with her, swinging between moments of aloofness and intense affection.

When Kafka is engrossed in her own activities, she still desires your presence by her side, even if her attention is elsewhere. Her tail becomes the subtle yet affectionate communicator, wrapping around your arm and moving in a playful manner, almost as if it's gently tickling you. It's her way of expressing a desire for your company, even when she's absorbed in other things.

On those days when Kafka isn't occupied with any specific activity, she becomes incredibly affectionate and clingy. She'll repeatedly pull you back onto the bed, insisting on cuddling with her and not letting you escape her embrace. Her attachment is so strong that she'll follow you everywhere, unable to bear being separated from you for even a moment.

Kafka has an endearing way of expressing her affection. With a gentle smile and a lowered head, she'll invite you to pet her. The moment your hand touches her head, she starts purring in delight, and she'll wrap her arms lovingly around your waist, savoring the warmth and connection of your touch.

Kafka certainly has a playful, teasing side to her. She'll give you a mischievous lick, accompanied by a daring smile that seems to challenge you to respond. Her persistence knows no bounds, and as long as you resist, she'll intensify her efforts, gradually increasing her playful actions until you ultimately give in to her charm and playfulness.

Natasha

Natasha's gentle and caring nature shines through in times when you're having a tough day. She's always quick to offer her support, preparing the bed to be as comfortable as possible so she can cuddle away your stress and worries, providing you with the comfort and warmth you need when you need it most.

Her way of offering comfort is truly special. Instead of seeking affection for herself, she tenderly caresses your hair and gently rubs your earlobe while humming, all to help you calm down and forget about everything else, focusing solely on her soothing presence.

Natasha's nurturing nature extends to cradling you to sleep, whispering sweet praises into your ear until you drift into peaceful slumber. However, be prepared for a delightful surprise when you wake up – you'll find her showering your face and neck with affectionate kisses, greeting you with a loving and heartwarming gesture to start the day on a positive note.

Even though Natasha is usually gentle and caring, there are moments when she can be a bit intimidating, especially when you've done something wrong. She'll cross her arms, her expression displaying annoyance, and her tail will flick with impatience, making it clear that she's not pleased with your actions.

Natasha expresses her affection through kisses, peppering your face with them while her ears twitch in excitement. If you happen to touch her ear, she blushes a little, interpreting it as a signal to shower you with even more love, intensifying her displays of affection to let you know just how much she adores you.

Seele

Seele's personality can be summed up succinctly: a perpetually grumpy cat. She often appears annoyed and exudes impatience, with her tail constantly flicking from side to side and her arms crossed, making her disposition quite evident.

Despite Seele's grumpy exterior, you hold a unique power to calm her down. A simple pat on her head can make her blush, and if you add a bit of chin scratching into the mix, she becomes a blushing mess, revealing the softer side of her personality that she reserves just for you.

If you dare to stop petting Seele before she's fully satisfied, she might let out a soft whimper. In an embarrassed yet endearing move, she'll grab your hand and pull it close to her head while averting her gaze, clearly expressing her desire for more attention. It seems she's willing to endure a bit of embarrassment just to have your comforting hand on her head again.

When Seele seeks your attention and affection, she can be quite direct. She'll climb on top of you, locking eyes with an amorous gaze, her tail swishing enticingly from side to side, and her ears twitching with anticipation. You'll feel her arms wrapping around you in a tight and affectionate embrace as she buries her face against your chest to hide her blush.

During cuddle sessions, she'll gaze at you with an expectation in her eyes, silently urging you to figure out what she desires. If you fail to decipher her wishes, she won't hesitate to give you a gentle bite on the cheek or leave your hand with a few bite marks as a playful yet clear signal of her desires. It's her unique way of getting your attention and affection.

Stelle

Stelle's joy is pure and unfiltered. When she looks at you with a bright smile, there's a genuine lack of any complex thoughts behind those eyes. Her tail becomes a perpetual motion machine, wagging with such enthusiasm that it seems like it might just fall off. Giving her attention only amplifies this cheerful display, showcasing the unbridled happiness she feels in your presence.

Her attachment to you is evident in every step you take. She consistently wraps her arms around your waist and rests her chin on top of your head while the two of you walk, making it quite challenging to go anywhere when you have such bug puppy behind you.

Leaving Stelle's side is no easy task, as she's quick to grab onto you with a tight hug, accompanied by gentle whimpers. You'll notice her ears and tail drooping, a clear sign of her sadness, as she pleads with you to stay even though you're just going to the bathroom. Expect her to watch you with a bright smile while you sit on the toilet.

It's clear that Stelle values your presence above all else. Even when scolded, she'll just look at the floor with her tail down, but she won't release her hold on you. She seems to prefer being scolded over the prospect of you being away from her.

Stelle's playful nature takes the form of using your shoulder and neck as her chew toy. She'll energetically hold you down while her tail wags with excitement. Despite the lack of complex thoughts behind her eyes, her strength becomes apparent as she keeps you still. Once she's satisfied, you'd find yourself full of bite marks and Stelle would just look at you proudly.

Himeko

Being enveloped in Himeko's arms and fluffy tail is a cozy and comforting experience. Her tail acts like a warm blanket, covering your body and providing a sense of security and relaxation. Even upon waking up, you can't help but feel drawn back into slumber in the embrace of her comforting presence.

The majority of your time is a tranquil scene, sitting on Himeko's lap. She delicately wraps her tail around your waist, creating a secure and comforting embrace. As she kisses the top of your head, her hand tenderly caresses your hair. In this intimate moment, she asks about your day, and her attentive listening shows the depth of her care and affection.

Himeko is someone who loves to shower you with affection and care, making you feel truly cherished. She spoils you with her undivided attention and overflowing love. However, there are moments when Himeko yearns for your affection in return. She'll tenderly approach you, curling up beside you, gently guiding your hand to rest on her head, her eyes filled with a longing for your touch.

There are moments when you wake up feeling a little sore because Himeko is sound asleep on top of you, holding you in a tight embrace that leaves you without the ability to move even an inch. You patiently wait for her to awaken before you can regain your freedom and stretch comfortably.

Himeko has a penchant for showering you with affectionate kisses as she perches on your lap, playfully adorning your face with lipstick marks. Despite her taller stature, she relishes being close to you, her tail swaying leisurely. It's best not to wipe away those lipstick marks, as she'll only add more with her loving gestures.

Bronya

More often than not, Bronya hesitates to seek your attention, but her tail gives her away with its eager wagging, and her ears remain attuned to every sound you make. She silently watches you, deep in contemplation, until she eventually surrenders to her desire and quietly moves closer to you.

Bronya often settles beside you, inching closer and closer until her tail playfully obstructs whatever you're doing. When you ask about it, a faint blush graces her cheeks as she musters the courage to voice her longing for affection from you

When you finally grant her the affection she seeks, you can't help but notice the unmistakable sparkle of happiness in her eyes. However, she still hesitates, seeking reassurance from you, asking if what she's doing is acceptable and not too bothersome. Her consideration for your comfort remains evident.

When it's time to sleep, Bronya adores cuddling with you to lull both of you into slumber. You can playfully run your fingers through her fluffy, soft tail and caress her ears until you drift off to sleep. Once you're in dreamland, she quickly embraces you, wrapping her limbs around you protectively beneath the cozy blanket.

It's only when you're asleep that she doesn't feel as embarrassed about openly displaying her affection. Bronya adores stealing gentle kisses while you slumber peacefully, but on occasion, her desire becomes too overwhelming, and she can't resist nibbling on your fingers. You'd wake up to find her looking guilt-ridden, her ears and tail drooping, and she'd quickly confess to her late-night actions.

March 7th

March is an affectionate and vibrant presence in your life, unapologetically expressing her desires and needs with refreshing clarity. She's not one to shy away from playful teasing, often wagging her tail right in front of your face while sharing hearty laughter, adding a lively and joyful touch to your moments together.

March absolutely cherishes those moments when you pamper her with headpats and gentle scratches while the two of you unwind. In return, she lovingly pats your head, sporting the most endearing smile that you can't help but find utterly adorable. However, you'd soon discover her mischievous side, as she playfully messes up your hair during these affectionate exchanges.

At times, you'd discover March hiding beneath the blanket, softly whimpering. Despite her efforts to maintain a cheerful facade in your presence, there are moments when her emotions become overwhelming. Her tail drops, and her ears droop down as she struggles to contain her feelings.

When March is feeling down, a comforting cuddling session and gentle pats here and there work wonders in lifting her spirits. Playing with her ears and running your fingers through her hair also helps her relax as she curls up on top of you, seeking solace in your comforting presence.

Once March is back to her cheerful self, she can't contain her excitement. She hugs your head tightly while her tail wags furiously. Playfully, she nibbles on your ear, whispering her gratitude for you. As time passes, the two of you end up in a delightful tickle fight, sharing laughter and cherished moments together.

[moonbeam-writing]

Bleach Masterlist

๑ Ichigo Kurosaki

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Rukia Kuchiki

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Orihime Inoue

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Uryu Ishida

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Yasutora “Chad” Sado 

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Renji Abarai

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Byakuya Kuchiki

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Toshiro Hitsugaya

Take a Break

→ Special Event oneshot; Fluff; Shorter than intended; Very soft and sweet; Use of/Allusion to They/Them pronouns; SFW; 496 words

๑ Rangiku Matsumoto

Baby Me, Please

→ Mention of PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder); AFAB Reader, Use of/Allusion to They/Them pronouns; Can be read as romantic or platonic; Mention(s) of PMS and Period symptoms; Mention of food; SFW

๑ Gin Ichimaru

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

๑ Jushirou Ukitake

→ Nothing yet. Feel free to request!

—

Note: You can also totally request people that aren't on the list, I was just going with people off the top of my head, haha.

[jasontoddssuper]

Orihime!

[kingkuru]

Mr. Stern: Bath Butt Blistering

Coach Breaker seeks out the student who defaced the locker room so he can punish them, and unfortunately for Orihime she comes across his path and is interrogated by the elderly staff member.

[fandomygoodness]

The Masterlist

Hello everyone I hope this is finding you well! This masterlist will include what I do and don’t write and, of course, what I write for! The only thing I require from you is your asks and a general prompt or theme as I do not have a list of them

Do’s

Headcanons

SFW

One-Shots

F!Reader

GN!Reader

M!Reader

Fluff

Angst

Drama

AU’S

Some dark themes (I’ll clarify this w/ the asks if it comes up)

Ships (If it’s a pairing I’m not familiar with I will try my best!)

Crossovers

Don’ts

NSFW

Gore of any kind

Omegaverse

Heavy dark themes (S/H, S/A, Unalive, etc)

Fandoms/Characters (I’m fine if you ask for characters that aren’t listed if you think I can write them)

Bleach

Ichigo Kurosaki

Rukia Kuchiki

Orihime Inoue

Uryu Ishida

Byakuya Kuchiki

Renji Abarai

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Rangiku Matsumoto

Shinji Hirako

Hiyori Sarugaki

Momo Hinamori

Sosuke Aizen

Gin Ichimaru

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez

Ulquiorra Cifer

Nelliel Tu (Adult form only!)

Naruto

Naruto Uzumaki

Sakura Haruno

Sasuke Uchiha

Hinata Hyuuga

Neji Hyuuga

Ino Yamanaka

Temari

Gaara

Shikamaru Nara

Rock Lee

Tenten

Sasori

Deidara

Sai

Itachi

MHA(Anime only)

Izuku Midoriya

Katsuki Bakugo

Shoto Todoroki

Ochako Uraraka

Tsuyu Asui

Tenya Iida

Keigo Takami

Dabi

Himiko Toga

Fumikage Tokoyami

Kyoka Jiro

Eijiro Kirishima

Denki Kaminari

Mina Ashido

Momo Yaoyorozu

Mei Hatsume

Hitoshi Shinsou

Mirio Togata

Nejire Hado

Tamaki Amajiki

DC

Damian Wayne/Robin

Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Jason Todd/Red Hood

Tim Drake/Red Robin

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Koriand’r/Starfire

Rachel Roth/Raven

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy

Wally West/Kid Flash

Jaime/Blue Beetle

Sailor Moon

Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon

Rei Hino/Sailor Mars

Mina Aino/Sailor Venus

Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter

Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury

Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask

Haruka Tenoh/Sailor Uranus

Michiru Kaioh/Sailor Neptune

Allan/Ann (Doom Tree arc)

Seiya Kou/Sailor Star Fighter

Yaten Kou/Sailor Star Healer

Taiki Kou/Sailor Star Maker

Twisted Wonderland

Any of the main houses

Obey Me

Any of the brothers

Miraculous Ladybug

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir

Felix Graham de Vanily/Culpa (Depends which version you want)

Luka Couffaine

ATLA

Zuko

Katara

Sokka

Suki

Mai

Azula

Ty Lee

KNY/Demon Slayer

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Kanao

Shinobu Kocho

Nezuko Kamado

Mitsuri Kanroji

Rengoku Kyojuro

Iguro Obanai

Giyuu Tomioka

D.GrayMan

Allen Walker

Yuu Kanda

Lavi

Lenalee Lee

Tyki Mikk

Red Queen

Mare Barrow

Maven Calore

Tiberias (Cal) Calore

Diana Farley

Shade Barrow

Kilorn Warren

Evangeline Samos

Inuyasha

Inuyasha

Kagome Higurashi

Miroku

Sango

Sesshomaru

Koga

Kamisama Kiss

Nanami

Tomoe

Mizuki

Kurama

Cardcaptor Sakura

Sakura Kinomoto

Li Syaoran

Meiling Li

Tomoyo Daidouji

Toya Kinomoto

Yukito 

Yue

Eriol Hiiragizawa

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Edward Elric

Winry Rockbell

Alphonse Elric

Roy Mustang

Riza Hawkeye

Greed

Ling Yao

Envy

Soul Eater

Maka Albarn

Soul Evans

Death the Kid

Patty Thompson

Elizabeth Thompson

Black Star

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

Crona

Vampire Knight

Zero Kiryu

Kaname Kuran

Yuki Cross

Ruka Souen

Takumi Ichijo

Senri Shiki

Rima Toya

Akatsuki Kain

Hanabusa Aido

OHSHC

Any of the hosts

[glassesandpassion]

“You’re like a candy bar: half sweet and half nuts."

terrible pick up lines  ( sfw )   {Sentence Starters}

- BLITZMON, HOW DARE--

But there's no use discussing with a game's AI, no matter how good it is. Instead, the young Kaiserin sent a report to the game's developers:

to: oikawa_yukio@.digiworld.jp from: digi.kaiserin_90@.yahoo.jp

Oikawa-san,

You've not only have not kicked Ichijouji out of the game, but now the digimon are getting sassy! I mean, one of my digimon called me nuts!! Make sure he only call me sweet next time. And do your job right, this game is only getting worse and worse.

Inoue Miyako