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koorinokujira · 4 months

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Hey-ya! I saw that your requests are open. Can i perhaps request Date Masamune, Azai Nagamasa, and Fūma Kotarō with an s/o who got hurt while trying to protect them? Thank you!

Ah, my first request, how delightful! You asked and you shall receive, dear Anon! Now, despite being someone who writes so much, I have somewhat of a terrible reading comprehension, so I hope you meant it in the way that the s/o was the one doing the protecting (maybe it's unreasonable, but my brain also interpreted the other way and now I'm unsure, oof). That's the way I wrote it, but of course I'll gladly write it the other way around in the future, or even make a part 2 of this with other characters! More author's notes at the end. Happy reading!

⛊ His Shield - SB Imagines ⛊

(Masamune, Nagamasa, Kotarō)

You're no fighter, and yet you sneaked onto the battlefield nonetheless, wracked with worry for your beloved. You know you shouldn't be here, but how can you just sit around in safety while he risks your life for you and his clan? The idea that you'll just wait there anxiously and he may or may not come back alive... it's too much. You find a good spot where you can see most of the battlefield while still remaining hidden. Everything goes well for a while, until you see an enemy wielding a tanegashima aiming at the love of your life, without him noticing. Without thinking, you rush into the fray, and make it just in time to jump in front of the bullet...

⛊ Masamune ⛊

When Masamune hears the gunshot, his head instantly snaps back in that direction. He expects to see one of his men and is already ready to give new orders to make sure the party doesn't stop because of a single wounded. But instead, he sees you. He's stunned.

Your eyes are wide as you slowly fall on your knees, clutching the wound with your hand. You're bleeding, and badly. At least the pain is not such a problem, as you are in a state of shock, barely even comprehending what's happening. The One-Eyed Dragon lets out a low, frustrated grunt, struggling to believe what he's seeing. But he's a leader, and knows he can't just stand there. So he quickly starts barking out orders, making sure your position is well-defended. He also doesn't hesitate to order Kojūrō to quickly carry you to safety. His loyal eye is reluctant to leave his lord's side, but any potential protests are quickly shut down. Masamune is seeing red, and before anyone can say anything else, he's already tearing through the enemy with all of his six claws. You were supposed to stay home, sure. You shouldn't have come here, so getting hurt is technically your own fault in his eyes... but he quickly put two and two together and knows you most likely saved his life.

He cares about you too much to not be absolutely furious when someone hurts you. He already caused many a scene when someone even said something bad about you, so this is serious. His party mood is long gone, and the Dragon is ready to unleash worse death and destruction than Orochi himself. For you. He would do anything to take revenge on those who have wronged you. He doesn't forget so easily.

Kojūrō takes you back to safety and it's clear that even if he wishes to join his lord on the battlefield, he will gladly stay with you and protect you on his orders. You are his lord's greatest treasure, and so he will make sure you are safe. He even reassures you a few times when you panic in your somewhat-delirious state. You lost a lot of blood, but the medics you were brought to made sure the bleeding got stopped.

Eventually, the battle ends and the Dragon of Ōshū comes back. There's blood all over his armor, face and clothes. But judging by his calm, measured expression, it's clear none of it is his. Without a word, he kneels down beside you, and once he's sure it's fine, he gently pulls you into an embrace, careful not to cause you unnecessary pain. He runs his bloodied fingers through your hair, trying to soothe you, relieved that you're still alive. And you feel relieved too. You're both safe again, and most importantly, you're together. You've never been as happy to see that piercing eye of his as you are now.

"What you did was really stupid... but also cool."

The last word rolls off his tongue as he speaks that strange foreign language again and he rests his chin on the top of your head. His expression is a mix of frustration and that comforting, almost arrogant nonchalance you know him for.

"If you're so desperate to join the party, then at least learn how to fight and wear some armor. You know where I keep my spares," he then huffs, but it's clear he's not truly scolding you or playing down your bravery, it seems more like an invitation than anything. "Can't have you embarassing me like that again, you see?"

His expression turns into a somewhat playful grin when you smile and nod, before he plants a kiss on your forehead. He could never really be mad at you. But losing you... it terrifies him.

For what is a dragon without his star to guide him in the night sky?

⛊ Nagamasa ⛊

Nagamasa feels like his heart stopped working when he turns towards the sound of a gunshot and sees you fall to the ground like a sack of rice. Like always, he was just focused on fighting for justice and leading his men to victory, tunnel vision obscuring most of the things around him. But all it takes is one distraction, and everything crumbles before his eyes. And oh, is you getting wounded a distraction.

After a moment of shock, he finally rushes to your side, yelling for his men to protect you both and to not stop fighting. He sounds angry, though you are unable to tell if he's more mad at you or the attacker. Considering that he can be a rather volatile personality, your guess is good as anyone's. And in his head, he's absolutely furious. He really, really wants to yell at you- for not listening to him and not staying home. That slowly turns into anger at how you most likely thought your life was somehow worth less than his to even begin thinking about saving him. He knew what he was doing, he was ready for death in pursuit of justice! And yet, you, someone who doesn't even know how to wield a blade properly, just saved him so selflessly, and... no. The more he stares at your now tear-stained face, the more he realizes how much of that anger is fear in reality. Fear that you'll die and he will be powerless to stop it. Who else could he hold each night as he sleeps, who else could he love? Who would soothe his pains after he comes home, weary from battle? No one. There's no one else but you.

He takes you into his arms, his grip firm yet gentle as he runs with you to the sidelines. He feels like he's failing his men, but you are his priority right now. The world seems to fade around you both as time keeps ticking. But luckily, he gets you to safety and his men start taking care of your wounds. He's there the whole time, holding your hand as he anxiously watches the battle and barks out an order or two. But he knows you need him, and so he stays there the rest of the battle, which the Azai army luckily ends up winning. His anger slowly subsides, and the only part that remains is a desire to take revenge. That can wait, though.

For now, you need your gallant hero to take care of you.

⛊ Kotarō ⛊

Everything was going incredibly well for him. After all, why wouldn't it? Kotarō was the best of the best. Those who saw him didn't usually get to live for long, unless they hired him. The very definition of a shadow, just a thousand times more deadly. He had everything carefully planned out, and he knew that he could count on his insane reflex speed and well-trained senses to drag him out of trouble if something unexpected happened.

But there was one variable he never really counted on; you.

And it wasn't the first time. That's what drew him to you in the first place- you were one of the few who managed to surprise him. But those surprises were sweet in nature. Not... not this one. He knew about the attacker, of course, but he figured he'd take care of him right after he finishes gutting another enemy soldier like a fish. But you jumped in, thinking he could die.

You put your life on the line for him.

Everything around him seems to happen in slow-motion, even though he hesitates for barely even a second before taking you into his arms and disappearing with you to safety in a puff of smoke and feathers. He feels something... unfamiliar, long forgotten. Worry. And perhaps even a sliver of empathy. That honestly sends him into a spiral of doubt, even if he knows he can help you.

He's a ninja, after all. He forsook his humanity the moment he began training, if he even had any before. Emotions are but a distraction. He needs to be fully at peace through the bloodshed, no matter how many screams he hears or how much more his weapons get stained with crimson. An attached ninja is a bad ninja, everyone in his profession knows that. Despite you two being in a relationship, he considered it more of a courtesy and kept his distance, since you wouldn't be denied and kept finding him no matter how well he disguised himself.

But now, once you're further off, safe in the deepest part of the woods and he gently sets you down on the soft moss... it's like something is tugging at his heartstrings. You let out a sob, thinking you're going to die and reach out your bloodied hand towards him. You jumped in front of that bullet for him. A ninja who never even smiled at you, who never spoke a word to you and seemed to merely tolerate your presence. You cared. And by the kami, he wants more of that sudden warm feeling spreading all across his chest.

Kotarō gently takes your hand in his, and decides that it's now or never for him. His other hand carefully slides to the back of his mask...

...and he lets it fall down to the ground.

His face is quite beautiful, a bit older than you thought it would be. There's scars all around his eyes. And oh, those eyes. Dark scleras and white irises, as if someone flipped their color scheme on its head. They don't look human at all, and yet, there is a sadness in them that you can't help but get lost in. Your own eyes widen, and you completely forget about everything else, even your tears seem to dry in an instant. He showed you something almost no one else as seen... or maybe even no one. He sees your trust and wants to repay it in kind.

His face is as expressionless as ever, but you catch his lips move. Maybe it's just the wind, but you swear you can hear a quiet voice come out of his throat as he mouths those words.

"...forgive me. I'll do better. I am grateful."

And he will start by fixing you up and carrying you home.

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Whew, it's finally here! I'm so, so sorry for the delay Anon, I promise I didn't forget about you! Before Christmas, I had to quickly write a fairly long story for my English class (which I also set in the Sengoku period, funnily enough). While it was my pride and joy, I was already on the verge of a burnout, so I had to recharge! Aaand after that it was a mix of writer's block and procrastion. I'm kind of sick again at the moment, so I decided to comfort myself with finally finishing this! (*_ _)人

I really enjoyed writing about all three (even though our dear Nagamasa-sama has a shorter entry)! And I'm also glad I got to use Kotarō's supposed legendary heritage. Some stories about him say he was partly oni and had inverted eyes, and considering his upper face is covered instead of the lower one, I saw an opportunity!

I hope you enjoyed reading, requests will remain open!

And as I always say...