#ikesen fanfiction

[ikemenlibrary]

The Act (Ikemen Sengoku)

Pairing: Yukimura Sanada x MC (Mai) Summary: Mai seeks out Yukimura's help for something that she feels only he can help with - tricking Shingen.

Word count: 1.1k

Request:

51.🤞 must pretend | spy | secret identity | identity reveal | undercover | fake dating | secret relationship | fake-married | fake [insert role] | essentially, they must pretend to be somebody they’re not/to be in a dynamic they’re not

A note from the author: Not me returning from the dead after a year away LOL - anyways, this was written as a request from @/belovedstill's prompt list. Requests are still open if you would like to send something in for ikevamp, ikesen, or ikepri! Thank you @belovedstill for this lovely list and prompt, I loved every second of this!

“What do you mean, ‘Yukimura, I need you to pretend to be my fake lover to get Shingen to take a hint.’?” Yukimura and Mai were enjoying some late afternoon tea in his room, when Mai had proposed this idea to him rather nonchalantly. “Are you crazy? He can read me like an open book. He also knows I’d never date an ugly boar woman like you.”

Mai huffed, blowing air out of her hair, making her bangs fly up and lay askew on her forehead. “Don’t say it like that Yuki! Learn some tact, wouldya?” 

“Oh shaddup Mai,” Yuki said, gesturing at her with his full teacup. “You know it’s true!” 

“It isn’t true and I’m not a boar woman!” Mai argued, her brow furrowing in frustration. “I happen to be a very graceful woman. Like… like a swan!” 

Yuki snorted into his teacup. “Yeah, that works.” He leaned in closer, glancing at her neck. “You do have an abnormally long and curvy neck.”

Mai’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, the way they always do when she gets into a heated argument with Yukimura. He always found a way to get under her skin, and she usually finds herself wondering just why she chooses to spend so much time with him when he’s back in Kasaguyama. This time was no different. 

“Yukimura, I’m serious! Shingen won’t leave me alone. He’s constantly calling me a princess, or a goddess, or his angel. I want him to stop!” Mai slammed down her teacup a little too hard, forcing the table to wobble more than Yukimura would’ve liked. “He’s all bark and no bite. Just smile nicely and move on.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, almost panicked - like a deer in headlights. “But he has tried to bite me! Quite recently, might I add.”

“He’s old, probably turning senile too.” Yuki responded, reaching for more hot water to warm his tea that had turned cold. “And shouldn’t we do everything we can to make sure grandpa’s are happy in their old ages?” There was a hint of sadness in Yuki’s eyes as he looked intently at the floor, and Mai dropped whatever retort she had as Shingen brazenly waltzed into Yukimura’s room, pausing only slightly when he noticed Mai sitting nonchalantly on his friend’s floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Yuuuuki, you didn’t mention anything about having any female visitors this afternoon.”

Shingen’s shark-like, suave grin had Mai rolling her eyes, biting her lip so as not to snap back at Shingen. She was in Yukimura’s room, and they were good friends so she wouldn’t disrespect Yuki like that, as much as she wished she could. So, Yukimura’s response to Shingen had Mai, whipping her head up to stare wide eyed at her friend. “Please don’t disrespect Mai like that again, Shingen. The woman I love is more than just a female visitor, maybe you were mistaking me for you?”

Shingen faltered slightly, his grin slipping for a moment before returning. “The woman you love, eh?” He questioned, bringing his hand up to rub at his chin. “And don’t think I didn’t hear you insult me. I’m just in a particularly good mood today and will let it slide.” His gaze fixed on Mai now. “Mai, you didn’t tell me that you and Yuki had this… relationship. No wonder you never took me up on any of my nightly invitations.”

Before Mai could lose her courage, she shoved her hand into Yuki’s, gripping his calloused hand in her own sweaty one. “Yup! I couldn’t betray my Yukimura like that. Sorry Shingen, I should’ve been more honest. My sweetie pie is just very shy, as I’m sure you know well. Right Yuki?”

“Hey! I’m not your–” He cut himself off as Mai dug her nails harshly into her skin, shooting daggers at her before plastering the fakest smile on his face she had ever seen. “You’re right, boo bear. I was a bit embarrassed to admit my feelings for Mai to you, Shingen. That’s why I asked Mai to not mention anything. We’ve been meeting late at night every night, but today I couldn’t bear to wait any longer to see her, so I asked her to meet me for some afternoon tea.”

“I see,” Shingen nodded, eying their tightly clenched hands. “It seems as if I’ve interrupted something, so I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. Yuki, you know where to find me if you need any tips or suggestions on how to keep a woman happy.” “Goodbye, Shingen.” Yukimura dismissed his elder, his eyes not once leaving Mai’s face as his grip on her hand loosened into a gentle hold.

“Goodbye, you two.” Shingen turned away, and as he exited the doorway, he called over his shoulder. “By the way, if you want anyone to actually believe you two are in love, you better start working on your acting.” 

Shingen’s laughter could be heard from down the hall, and Yukimura hastily jerked his hand away from Mai’s rubbing it on his kimono. “Your hand was so sweaty! It was gross!” 

Mai recoiled, shoving her finger in his face to point at him. “Yeah well, we wouldn’t have had to hold hands if you didn’t decide to pretend to be in a relationship with me!”

“You asked me to, woman!” Yukimura swiped Mai’s hand away from his face, capturing her hand in his once again, and clumsily interlocking them. “And this is how you hold hands! Not whatever you tried to do before!”

“Why are you always so critical of me?!” Mai asked moving to stand up and rip her hand out of Yukimura’s. He didn’t let go though, instead opting to use their linked hands to tug her back down, tumbling into his lap.

“Because you’re a boar woman, and someone’s gotta keep you in check.” Yukimura’s voice was deeper now, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Plus, you seem to like it. Always asking to spend time with me.” 

“I–” Mai faltered, turning to meet Yuki’s gaze, not realizing just how close he had gotten. “You’re just sometimes more tolerable than the rest, is all.” Yukimura squeezed her hand, and a surge of electricity shot through her body. “If I’m tolerable, you should reevaluate your taste in company. Sounds like we need to get you more air.” “Hey Yuki,” Mai muttered, their noses so close they were almost touching.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, his eyes searching her own for any sort of clue as to what she was gonna say next. “Shut up!” She exclaimed and shot up from his lap, escaping from his grip as giggles bubbled from her lips while he scrambled to chase after her, muttering under his breath that he was gonna get her when she least expected it. 

On the other side of the wall, unbeknownst to Yukimura and Mai, Shingen and Sasuke stood shoulder to shoulder, exchanging knowing looks as they heard their two friends’ laughter ringing through the hallways of the otherwise quiet castle.

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[flimflam707]

Hekima (ikesen oc - credits: @sh0jun )

Welcome everyone! Me and shOjun have been writing a fanfiction about the ikemen sengoku OC Hekima. The story will be full of action, angst, comedy, fantasy and possibly romance (?)

Although we have written the story together, the oc is originally from @sh0jun , so make sure to give them much love as well!!! <3

We suggest that you read the introduction first, that way you will understand Hekima much better and as a result will enjoy the story way more!

We hope that you will enjoy reading about Hekima's adventures as much as we loved writing it!

Masterlist

Introduction

Chapters:

Prologue Chapter 1: The interogations

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[leonscape]

A Pear of Lovers

Mitsunari x Pear, a crack fic

It's quite the wholesome relationship so please enjoy :)

@drewadoodle

Word Count: 508

After force feeding Mitsunari like a baby bird, Hideyoshi finally managed to pull Mitsunari out of his trance. Mitsunari got sucked into his reading and he didn’t realize the sun had already set and the moon was rising in the sky.

“You have to start taking care of yourself,” Hideyoshi scolded.

“My apologies, I got distracted.” He bowed deeply.

“No need to apologize. Just get some rest,” Hideyoshi sighed, “I appreciate your hard work.”

The next day, Mitsunari gave his report to Hideyoshi. Although he was pleased with his work, Hideyoshi wasn’t too happy about the dark circles under Mitsunari’s eyes. After they concluded their official business, Hideyoshi gave Mitsunari a special gift.

“Oh! My lord, you don’t need to give me anything,” Mitsunari politely refused.

“Just take this and enjoy it, okay?” Hideyoshi pushed a basket of fresh fruits towards Mitsunari.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Lord Hideyoshi.” He accepted the basket.

Later that day, Mitsunari decided to try the fruits. It was a great assortment, lots of variety, and quite refreshing.

But there was only one that stole his heart. The pear. It was the juiciest fruit he’s ever eaten. The skin was firm and the flesh was supple. It was sweet, but not overbearing. Mitsunari was refreshed and ready to get to work.

His lovely pear sat beside him as he read. It was hard for him to get lost in his reading. Instead, his eyes would always drift over to the pear. Everytime his gaze landed on the pear, he would smile and giggle.

“Lady Pear, you’re so amazing,” Mitsunari complimented. He loved Lady Pear’s company.

Hideyoshi opened the door to Mitsunari’s room to check on him. But he was utterly shocked when Mitsunari’s eyes left the book. “Uh, Mitsunari? I was just checking on you, I didn’t mean to barge in or anything,” Hideyoshi said.

“Oh it’s okay. I appreciate you coming to check on me,” he said.

Hideyoshi saw the emptied basket next to him and he got excited. “Oh! Did you enjoy the fruits?”

“Yes, they were quite tasty,” Mitsunari replied. His gaze drifted back to his pear once more.

“Good! That’s great!” Hideyoshi saw the pear next to him. “Uh, do you not like pears?”

“What? Oh no, I love pears,” Mitsunari said. He picked Lady Pear up and cuddled her.

Hideyoshi’s smile faded as the scene unfolded. Mitsunari happily sighed as he nuzzled and tenderly gazed at Lady Pear. “Um, what- what are you doing with that pear?” he asked nervously.

“Pears are so lovely,” Mitsunari said. “They smell so sweet and they’re so… juicy! Even the shape is attractive too, right? And this brown color is great, right?” He did his best to describe and compliment Lady Pear.

“Huh?” The sheer confusion on Hideyoshi’s face went unnoticed as Mitsunari only looked at Lady Pear. “No… No, this can’t be happening…”

The room spun as Hideyoshi came to the realization that Mitsunari had fallen in love with a pear. Hideyoshi’s jaw dropped; he accidentally made his worst nightmare come true.

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[writingwhimsey]

All's Fair In Love & War- Nobunaga Ch. 1

Chapter 1

It was the day after the alliance had become official between the Oda and the Yamada. Nobunaga sat in the tenshu, looking over some documents as he turned a smooth stone absentmindedly in his hand. He had plenty of his daily duties to oversee, plenty to keep his mind occupied.

And yet he couldn’t completely focus on his work. His mind kept returning to the meeting yesterday when Lord Ava Yamada had walked in. She was small in stature and yet she carried herself as if she were a giant. She walked with all the confidence of someone born to her position. She didn’t cow to anyone. Not to Hideyoshi and his reprimands. Not to Nobunaga himself.

He had to admit, she fascinated and intrigued him. She had a fiery spirit he admired. One of the reasons he had been happy to come to an agreement on the terms of their alliance. Though he did have to wonder, just what made her agree to it. She could have just as easily taken the same stance as her father. That she wouldn’t ally with him, but also wouldn’t stand against him.

“Is there something troubling you, Lord Nobunaga?” Ranmaru asked, as he came into the room, carrying more reports for Nobunaga to look over.

“Nothing troubling.” Nobunaga answered. “I am just thinking that I am looking forward to the banquet tonight. It should be a lively affair.”

“I bet. I think Lady…I mean Lord Ava will make a great addition to everyone.” Ranmaru replied, smiling.

“You were in her domain for a few days, what did you think?” Nobunaga asked.

“From what I saw, she seems to be a great lord.” Ranmaru answered. “Her people seem happy and prosperous…and her men, they all have a great respect for her.”

“Is that so?” Nobunaga asked.

Ranmaru nodded. “Yes…I had a chance to speak to a few of them. Not all of them immediately respected her, but they came around in her first battle.”

“She earned their respect with her skills?” Nobunaga asked.

Ranmaru shook his head. “Not exactly. I mean from what I understand she was impressive then, but also she had thrown herself between one of her men and an enemy to protect him, even though he had only gotten into the situation in the first place because he didn’t listen to her strategy.”

Nobunaga seemed intrigued by this information. “Really?”

Ranmaru nodded. “At least that’s what they said. She is also apparently a great strategist and manages to go into battle with the fewest casualties.”

“I see.” Nobunaga said. “Our newest ally seems to be rather intriguing…and seems to be a good addition.”

Meanwhile Ava…

While waiting for the evening to come for the banquet, I had decided to check out the castle town. Mitsunari had been kind enough to draw up some maps. Sato and Jiro had come with me, but we all decided to explore different things in the market. We agreed to meet up back at the castle gates later.

As I was walking through the streets of Azuchi, I was struck by how lively everything was. Children were laughing and playing as they ran about. Merchants were selling all kinds of wares, some that I wouldn’t have thought would be seen other than in a large port city. Of course, I then recalled some of the policies Nobunaga had enacted, which were a bit radical for this time, but they allowed trade to thrive and for people to take control of their own lives.

I had stopped to examine some beautiful pieces at a shop, when I heard a woman screaming from an alleyway. Instantly I put down the piece I was looking at and ran to the sound of the screaming woman. I found the woman struggling to get away from an incredibly large man, who was gripping her arm rather tightly.

“I said let me go! I told you no!” She shouted.

“Come on, you know if you stick with me and play nice, I’ll take care of you.” The man replied, leering at her. 

The way the pair were dressed, it was easy to see that he was a soldier, and the poor girl was an everyday citizen. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” I called to the man, my voice calm as I gave him a death glare. 

“You stay outta this!” The man shouted as he turned to me. He then laughed as he looked at me. “Run along little girl, this doesn’t concern you. Unless you wanna take her place.”

“Run, save yourself.” The woman said, looking at me.

I shook my head. “Sure, I’ll take her place and I’ll make you regret ever laying a hand on her…and make you think twice about ever harming a woman or anyone else ever again. She said no and to let her go. So let her go, you bastard.”

The man grinned as he lifted the woman up by her wrist and was then letting go so that she fell to the ground. She let out a yelp and held her arm to her chest. “Are you alright?” I asked her, ignoring the man as he started to step closer to me.

“Y-yeah…” She answered, though I could see tears in her eyes. “You…you should get out of here…he’s just…too strong.”

“Don’t worry about me.” I told her.

“Hey, don’t you ignore me.” The man said as he stepped ever closer to me.

I turned from the woman to look at him, my face blank. “I’m barely going to break a sweat.” I told him. “You want to pick on someone, at least pick on someone who isn’t defenseless. Come and get me.”

The glared, clearly angry from my goading. He lunged at me and I nimbly dodged his attack, causing him to fall to the ground just outside the alley. “Oooh, missed you better try again.” I said.

“I’ll show you, you little bitch.” The man said, picking himself up. He was then coming at me again. I dodged his attack once more.

Our match was soon in the middle of the street. He would attack me and I would simply dodge, waiting for just the right moment. He was wasting so much energy. He roared a wordless cry as he lunged for me again. This time, as I moved, I grabbed him by the wrist and redirected his momentum, using it to fling him over my shoulder. He was clearly twice my size, but that didn’t matter when you know how to turn your opponent’s own body against them.

“What the hell?!” He shouted as he landed on the ground.

I smiled at him. “You wanna try again?” I asked.

He was getting up then. “You smug little bitch, you just got lucky. I’m gonna wipe that smile off your face and then teach you what a real man is.”

“Please, I have more balls than you.” I replied.

He came at me again. This time I blocked his fist while bringing my knee to his soft belly. We continued to fight like this, a crowd of onlookers gathering around us, watching each time as the man came at me only for me to deliver a blow to him or bring him to the ground. He had blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth and was coated in sweat, two of his teeth lying on the ground.

Just as he was about to get up and come for me again, there was a stern voice shouting from the crowd. “What in the eight hells is going on?”

The soldier and I both turned as Hideyoshi was breaking through the ring of onlookers. The man looked panicked. “L-lord Hideyoshi…I was just…I was just having a discussion with one of the townspeople when this crazy bitch came after me.”

“A discussion? Is that what you call harassing one of the citizens you are sworn to protect?” I asked.

Hideyoshi looked between me and the solider. Before he could say anything, the woman the soldier had been harassing was coming out of the crowd. “It’s true, my lord. He was hurting me, trying to take me off alone in that alley…this woman was the only one to come to my aid.”

“She’s a lying bitch!” The soldier shouted. “She wanted me, she was just trying to play hard to get! She should be bowing down to serve me…”

It was at this moment, Hideyoshi was punching the man in the jaw. “We don’t stand above our citizens.” He told the soldier. “We stand in front of them to protect them from harm…we also don’t attack our allies.”

The soldier was blinking up at Hideyoshi and then looking at me. “What…”

“She is Lord Yamada.” Hideyoshi said, pointing to me.

The soldier’s eyes widened in surprise. Hideyoshi was then ordering a few other soldiers to come and take this man away. He was then turning to the woman the soldier had been harassing. He bowed to her. “I am truly sorry for his actions. What he did was not befitting of an Oda soldier and I am truly sorry for what he did to you.”

I swear I saw the woman’s eyes turn into hearts as she looked at Hideyoshi. “Oh, thank you, my lord…and it’s not necessary for you to bow to me.” She said. She was then turning to me and bowing. “And thank you for stepping in…Lord Yamada.”

I smiled at her. “Think nothing of it.” I told her. “Is your arm okay?”

“A little sore and I think there will be a bruise, but I don’t think anything is broken. Thank you so much.”

“You should probably go see the doctor to have your arm looked at.” Hideyoshi told her.

She nodded. “Yeah…thank you again.” She said to me, bowing before leaving, a group of women coming up to her to walk with her. They must have been her family.

The crowd was dispersing then and Hideyoshi was turning to me. “Why did you jump in like that?” He asked. “That man was easily twice your size. He could have seriously hurt you.”

I blinked in surprise for a moment and then had to fight to keep myself from breaking out in a fit of laughter. This couldn’t be the same man from last night who was questioning joining an alliance with me and scolding me for speaking impertinently to his liege lord. Apparently he was a mother hen type.

“I’ll never stand down or walk away when someone is hurting another person. Especially when that other person is defenseless. If I get hurt in the process so be it, but I won’t go down without putting a hurting on them first.” I replied.

Hideyoshi was then looking me over. “You’re bleeding.” He said, pulling out a hand towel and coming over to dab at a spot on my forehead.

“Oh, that’s not my blood.” I replied. “The guy never landed a blow on me.”

“I see.” Hideyoshi replied. “We should probably head back to the castle so you can get cleaned up before the banquet then…and I’ll need to report to Lord Nobunaga.”

“Right.” I replied, though hideyoshi was still dabbing at my forehead. I had to fight the urge to cry as his fussing was reminding me so much of my mother. “L-let’s just go.”

Hideyoshi handed me to hand towel and then we began to walk back to the castle together. “Thank you…for stepping in and defending one of Azuchi’s people.” He said after a moment.

“It was nothing.” I replied. “I can’t stand for anyone picking on those they deem weaker…. Harassing and harming the people they are supposed to protect.”

We spent the rest of the walk back to the castle in silence. Sato and Jiro were already waiting at the gates. “Looks like our lord is already making impressions.” Sato said with a laugh.

“Well, at least it doesn’t look like she killed anyone. That’s not THAT much blood.” JIro said.

“Just had to handle something.” I replied.

“Is…is this something that regularly happens?” Hideyoshi asked, looking at my people.

Jiro nodded. “Pretty much.”

“Yeah, Lord Ava can’t stand for anyone to cause harm to an innocent. She’ll readily step in when needed.” Sato replied.

“Without any regard for her own safety…though her own safety is pretty secure. I’ve yet to see anyone lay a hand on her before.” Jiro replied.

Hideyoshi sighed. “Well, you better go get cleaned up and ready. I’ll be reporting everything to Lord Nobunaga.” He said. “And thank you again, Lord Ava.”

“Think nothing of it.”

Later that night…

Once I was all cleaned up and dressed for the banquet, I headed to the main hall with Sato and Jiro. When we walked inside, the aroma of delicious food filled the air. The Oda warlords were already gathered, sitting in the same seats as the previous night.

“Don’t be shy, have a seat.” Msamune said, looking at me as he patted an empty space beside him. 

I decided to take the invitation and sat beside him, while Sato and Jiro took seats beside Mitsunari.

“You better eat up, lass.” Masamune said to me. “I don’t want to see all this delicious food I made go to waste.”

I smiled. “I would never waste food…especially good food.” I was then picking up my chopsticks and digging in. The first bite was an explosion of flavor on my tongue. And the texture was perfect. The right amount of crispy on the outside and tender and juicy on the inside.

“Oh, that is good food.” Jiro said from his seat.

“I think Lord Masamune is giving you a run for your money, Ava.” Sato said, grinning at me.

“I’d have to say you’re right.” I replied with a smile. “This is the best food I have ever tasted.”

Masamune was grinning. “Glad you like it…though did I hear them right that you’re a cook too?”

“Sometimes you just have to step in the kitchen yourself to make sure the food gets done and the people eat.” I replied with a shrug.

“My, my she cooks and beats up misbehaving soldiers in the streets.” Mitsuhide said with a smile.

Ieyasu sighed. “Great another hot head who throws themselves into the thick of it without thinking.”

I looked over at Hideyoshi. He was the only one that knew about my fight in the market this afternoon.

“Hideyoshi reported your deeds to all of us.” Nobunaga spoke up, looking at me. “I commend you for your work.”

“Thank you…” I replied. “Though it was really nothing. I did what anyone who can fight would do.”

“Yeah, but to start a fight with someone twice your size.” Masamune said, grinning at me. “You’re definitely something else, lass.”

“It was truly an astonishing deed.” Mitsunari agreed.

I shrugged off their praise. “It’s nothing the rest of you wouldn’t have done in my shoes.” I countered.

“Well, at least she’s not braggart like the rest of you.” Ieyasu muttered.

The party went on, all of us chatting and filling our bellies and sharing drinks. Though I did notice that Masamune stuck with water or tea, skipping out on sake. Once the food was gone, the party still continued as we all drank and shared stories.

“Ava…”

I looked up at the sound of the commanding voice coming from the dias. “Yes Nobunaga?”

“Come, share a drink with me.” He said, gesturing to a space beside him.

I nodded as I stood up and headed to join him. “Allow me to pour for you.” I said, getting the bottle of sake.

“Alright, and I shall pour for you.” Nobunaga agreed.

I knew both of these acts were an honor, pouring for Nobunaga and him pouring for me. It appeared I had earned his respect. We poured drinks for each other and then Nobunaga was toasting. “To our alliance, may  it be long a fruitful.”

“To our alliance.” I agreed before we both sipped our drinks.

We drank in silence for a moment as the party continued on around us. Our closest allies and vassals drinking and laughing around us. Nobunaga spoke. “Tell me, Ava, do you play Go?” He asked me.

The question surprised me, but then I smiled. Since I knew he and my father played together, the question did make sense. “I do.” I replied. “My father taught me. He used it as a way to teach me about strategy.”

“Your father was a smart man.” He replied. “And clearly trained you well.”

“He was and he did.” I agreed.

“Tomorrow night, join me in the tenshu for a game. I want to see just how well your father taught you.”

“I would be honored.” I replied, smiling. This would be interesting indeed. I knew the outcomes of the games between Nobunaga and my father…and my father taught me everything I knew.

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[xxsycamore]

Body Worship | Massage + I see you're enjoying my gift + IkeSen Kanetsugu

I haven't seen any Kanetsugu content here on Tumblr, I wanted to know your take on him since his route is not yet out in the EN Version. Heard that Cybird's dropping his route in December in the JP Version.

By the time I got to doing this request Kanetsugu's route has long been a fact, but that would only mean we're one step closer to receiving it in EN! Thank you for this request Mys, it's always a pleasure writing for you ❤ Recalling your style that I'm endlessly fascinated by, I tried to make this fic sound a little more beautiful among other things. I hope you like it!

—𝘛𝘌𝘈 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘒

"And thank you, Kanetsugu's arms, for protecting me."

"Mai."

He takes a hold of her, guiding her into his lap. He stares at her sharply, wisteria-colored gaze piecing her like a cupid's arrow. She can keep falling inlove with him forever.

"Thank my lips next."

▍This is 90% tooth-rotting fluff and 10% smut 🥺❤❤ tags: Fluff & Smut; Massage; Body Worship; Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Established Relationship

Written as a part of VISIONS OF TEMPTATION 2021 hosted by me here.

event masterlist

DAY 29 - Body Worship | Massage + “I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”

Mai can imagine what's on the other side of the shoji door before even opening it. Balancing the tray on her hands, she slides it to the side enough to slip inside, and surely enough, like a still image Kanetsugu is exactly where she last left him, brush in hand and hard at work.

"Tea break!" She announces, bubbly but not loud enough to startle him as she sits down opposite him.

Kanetsugu finishes his stroke and greets her, his serious face adopting a softer expression just for her. His eyes look tired.

"I hope I'm not gonna drink my tea alone this time…" Mai half-pouts while pouring each of them a steaming hot cup. It's well into the night so refreshing teas are a no-no, much to her boyfriend's chagrin. The aroma lets Kanetsugu know right away, but he doesn't hesitate taking a nice long sip of liquid relax. He didn't realize how dry his mouth has gotten. The herbs are slowly working his roughed-up nerves relaxed, and it's all written across his face.

"Mhm, that’s better." Mai chuckles, lifting her own cup to her lips, a noticeably smaller sip than Kanetsugu's, because she has something to add. "Hello there, smile I missed."

Kanetsugu lets out a chuckle as well, slightly shaking his head. He didn't realize he was smiling, was that even a smile? No matter how small, Mai would always spot the difference in his expression. And here he thought he'd only indulge her for a cup of tea and get to finish his work afterwards…

"Don't sit so far. Come."

He pats the place next to him twice and Mai all but flies into his arms. It's a little closer than supposed but Kanetsugu doesn't mind. He's only puzzled why she isn't breaking one more barrier by linking their lips already.

"I saw you rubbing your neck when I came in. Do you need a massage?"

Fleeing his arms right away, Kanetsugu opens his mouth to say one thing, and ends up saying another.

"If you will."

Even when she is behind him where he can't see, Kanetsugu all but hears her smile as she places her hands on his nape. He reaches to fix the collar of his robe a little lower for her convenience and she works the newlyfound skin. Her thumbs rub into his tense muscles, pushing and pulling gently until the knots of stiffness are gone one by one. The soft sounds Kanetsugu makes sound like he's enjoying it, and Mai wants to spoil him more. Recently she can't help but worry about him overworking himself. While moving on massaging his shoulders as well - Kanetsugu doesn't mind - her eyes wander around their surroundings while in thought. They stop on the potpourri sachet that she'd given him in the morning. It would appear that he keeps it close even while working.

“I see that you’re enjoying my gift.”

"I do. Thank you once again."

Kanetsugu's voice comes out a bit strained, in the best way, due to Mai's ministrations. She smiles at the thought of him taking a sniff of it every now and then, breaking his working stoicism in exchange for a gulp of air laced with relaxing scents that remind him of her. Does he do it only when she's not around…?

Heart leaping happily, Mai places a kiss on Kanetsugu's exposed nape, sending goosebumps all over.

"Thank you, Kanetsugu's neck for carrying his clever head tirelessly all day."

Kanetsugu scoffs in absurdity but doesn't practically defy her.

"Thank you, Kanetsugu's shoulders for carrying the weight of the whole caste's workload."

"Someone's gotta do it." Kanetsugu says all too proudly, and if up to this moment it was him snorting at Mai, it's now her turn. Still, she doesn't want to ruin the moment. After his shoulders, left and right, she ducks on one of his sides to kiss his arm.

"And thank you, Kanetsugu's arms, for protecting me."

"Mai."

He takes a hold of her, guiding her into his lap. He stares at her sharply, wisteria-colored gaze piecing her like a cupid's arrow. She can keep falling inlove with him forever.

"Thank my lips next."

Her lips curl upwards in disbelief how adorable he could be sometimes. It's a shame he never takes pride in that of all things. She can tease him a little longer for that, or…

Not resisting him a second more, she gives him a kiss full of pent-up affection. No massages or caresses could translate her love better, and Kanetsugu feels it too. He answers back the wordless expression of love by kissing her twice as hard as she does him, grabbing the back of her head and swirling his tongue around hers, caressing it passionately.

They pull back and put their foreheads together.

"Kanetsugu, I want to worship your body."

The breath is caught in his lungs for a second upon that naked confession. God give him the patience to let her have his way with him.

Reading the 'Do whatever you want with me' in his eyes, Mai chuckles and undoes his obi.

"Starting there?"

Fingers burying into his silky white hairlocks, she gives his lips a little peck.

"Starting there."

That concludes tonight's paperwork managing. Kanetsugu finds out about all the gratitude little Mai has hidden in the depths of her heart, some of which he didn't foresee. Among the strong hips that maneuvers him atop his battle horse, and the thighs that make a surprisingly good lap-pillow, Kanetsugu is puzzled how she decides which ones to judge according to intimate situations and which not. There is one part of him, however, that raises no doubt.

"Thank you, Kanetsugu's cock, for pleasing me so well."

Kanetsugu rolls his eyes in a should-have-expected-it fashion, but is not displeased with what he heard. He has a hitch it's the last thing he'll hear from her in awhile and he already misses her sweet voice and playful words when her mouth wraps around his length.

"You're giving me ideas for later, Mai…"

Lashes fluttering at him in question that she already think the answer of, she withdraws until only the tip of his cock is in her mouth and rubs it flat against her tongue with the help of her hands until her mouth falls open along it.

"You're going to copy me?" She asks.

"No." Kanetsugu says in an even tone, "I'm going to worship you with my tongue alone."

Blushing at the mere thought of it, Mai forgets her own shamelessness in her acts. With wetness pooling on her underwear, she takes Kanetsugu's member in her mouth again, determined to please him for as long as she can before he turns the tables on her.

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[ikesenfantasy]

Ikemen Sengoku: What-If Collection Event - Warlord Pets

(Don't mind the photo) I wrote this fanfiction for fun where the warlords turn into their animal mascots. Since there wasn’t much spotlight for their beloved pets I thought I would write about them in a What-If Collection Event for April Fool’s Day on April 1st. Since the increase of the IkeSen roster I decided to take the time to add the additional six characters. So a total of all seventeen men in the IkeSen roster.

THE HERD PART 1

It was a pleasant evening like any other evening. Tomorrow everyone from the Usugi-Takeda forces along with Kennyo, Motonari & Kicho were going to visit Azuchi. Sasuke already visited me two days ago since Kenshin wanted to visit me. I thought we would all try something that will get everyone working together…or at least trying to. I already had some ideas but Sasuke hasn’t visited me to discuss it over with him. Maybe we’ll talk tomorrow.

“Ah the moon is so beautiful this evening; it would be nice to watch it with everyone. Time for bed.”

By the next morning I was the first in the war council room. Usually everyone would be here or I would be informed to show up but no one was here until the sliding door opened. I sat up straight but instead I got pounced.

“Oof! What in the world?”

It was then I felt something wet on my face. When I lifted up whatever was on top of me and tried to see who or what it was.

A TIGER?! SHOGETSU?!

“You were supposed to be at the manor with Masamune, what in the world are you doing here!? I better return you back to the manor as soon as possible or else Hideyoshi is going to blow a blood vessel.”

But the tiger was not the only animal that was in war council a whole colossal of animals flooded into the room. I didn’t even realize there was a monkey trying to attack the tiger that I was holding.

OH NO! Please no fighting!

I decided to stand up and try to reach for the monkey that was clinging to the back side of my kimono. But then I felt a nudge almost making me fall over. The perpetrator was a deer.

“OH GREAT! NOW IEYASU’S DEER WASABI!”

Circling around my ankle was a cat meowing and purring as if the fiasco I was in the middle of didn’t exist.

What is with all these animals? Something really isn’t right. The monkey on my back let out a yelp as it let go of my back who was trying to reach for the tiger. Now the monkey was flicking his tail that was sadly bitten by a fox. When the fox let go the monkey started chasing the fox. I better stop them.

I was so distracted by the chase I tripped over the cat and planted face first on the floor. A heard a soft snort and a boop from my cheek from a pig snout. What a mess. All of the Azuchi warlord pets are running amuck. I wonder why. I then heard the pig squeal as he ran off into a different direction being chased by something.

When I realized what happened I noticed a wolf chasing the poor piggy. On the wolf’s back was a squirrel. And behind them was a bear with a bunny and a hamster on its back chasing the other animals across the room.

Just when the wolf and bear were chasing after the pig and cat they nearly knocked over a jar. The peacock that flashed its feathers blocked their direction to the beautiful jar as if protecting something precious spooking any nearby it away.

I decided to try and chase after the animals stopping them from chasing each other around the room but it only made matters worse as the wolf started to fly into the air by a wallaby. A parrot flying overhead was shaking his head as the wolf collapsed on the ground after being air born by the wallaby’s kick.

The war council was in such disarray as animals were fighting among each other until I heard a loud scream that stopped the infighting and set all the animals on alert. They looked up and saw a hawk that was swarming around a lot more higher then the parrot. The hawk seated itself where Nobunaga would sit. Soon the animals that were most likely warlords from Azuchi began to position themselves in their spots. Now if I didn’t know better these were the warlords. How would they know to position themselves like their owners would sit. The parrot then landed just inches away from the hawk.

“Finally…now that they have settled down we can finally get down to business.” The parrot spoke.

I looked at the parrot who spoke and truly it sounded like Kicho and not Fuka. It was unbelievable. There was no way.

“N-no way…Kicho? Is that you?” I can’t believe I’m speaking to Kicho the parrot. Interesting ring to it if I do say so myself.

“Yes. It seems I’m the only one who can talk. Unlike the others. I don’t know what or how this happened. From the looks of it we all woke up this way.”

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[creations-of-a-certain-no-one]

Moonlight (3/4)

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku Character: Kenshin, Shingen Contents: friendship, magical realism(?), fear of loss, nightmares of death Ao3 link in the source. Consider leaving a comment there, if you liked it! Summary: Woken up by nightmares despite the cosy life with his beloved, Kenshin leaves her side to calm down - without burdening her with the delusions of his mind and the dread of the loss he dreamt. A few deep breaths in the serene night and a few words exchanged with an old friend - such a small thing yet it helps him collect himself enough to go back and fall asleep by his wife’s side again. Yet when your mind is haunted by fears, long is the way and hard. Four nights, separated by time.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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He woke up in the middle of the night, frozen in fear. Deafened by the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears, the ice of dread had entrapped his heart. But as he watched her sleeping soundly, wrapped in her own bed hair, the ice slowly melted. He looked at her face – and albeit the darkness was almost deep enough to hide it from him, if he strained his eyes, he could still see her relaxed, unguarded expression. Her sleep was peaceful, without any hint of pain – a truly blissful sight he can never get tired of.

He leaned towards her to rest his head on her shoulder for a moment and listen to her breath – even and calm. Nothing was happening, but Kenshin couldn’t shake off the feeling his dream brought upon him. The cold in his chest might had been gone, but the frostbite remained.

As recent as yesterday, she felt as healthy as usual, no symptoms of early fatigue. There was no drop in her stamina, even going back for years in his memory, she only seemed to be getting stronger, more accustomed to all the work she engrossed herself in. Her self-defence practice has been going like usual, without a hitch as well. Nothing was amiss. There were no sign of death crawling into her body.

Or was there? It could had been sitting silent, hidden somewhere where no one could find it – until it strikes. Like in other people – claimed by illness early, when they should still have long lives to live – but their lives were cut short nonetheless. Not by sword but by the unexpected enemy within. Like hers in his dream, eating her from the inside.

He did not know all the signs – how could he be possibly sure, what symptoms might emerge – and if. And as the years pass and pass – some day she would develop an enemy within. Late or early, it was to happen. It could have been developing even that night. How could have he been so neglectful?

Creeping into his heart again, the frost came back. No matter how he kept reasoning with his mind, it wasn’t listening, it couldn’t be persuaded. She taught him how to fight the fear of preventable possibilities – but how does one fight the fear of looming certainty?

His mind knew it was right, no matter how he tried to calm it. This time it wasn’t going to let go and arguing with it could only let it sweep him with the avalanche of uncontrolled thoughts – in fact, he felt it already approach.

He sat up in his futon and let out a sigh of defeat. After such a long time there were still fears he could not handle.

He collected a blanket he kicked off in his nightmare, wrapped it around his shoulders and walked out to sit in silence and moonlight. In this warm summer night, he was in the hallways again, shivering in his blanket despite the comfortable, soft warmth. Yet it wasn’t enough to defrost the ice that settled in him.

All he could do was to disconnect himself. And so he tried, locking his eyes on the moon, hoping it’d clear his head with its bright light.

Through the sound of cicadas and his own fear ringing in his ears, he did not hear footsteps on the floor.

Shingen leaned against the pillar, as usual as if he appeared out of thin air, but not unexpected.

“Did you miss our talks so much?” He sat down next to Kenshin without bothering to wait for the invitation that would never come anyway.

Kenshin did not grace him with an answer.

He just kept looking at the moon, trying to get consumed by its glow, and in the corner of his eye, he had Shingen’s silhouette, calmly watching the night in the background, dulling the rampant thoughts with quiet, supportive presence.

But even if subdued, the fear was still there and the moonlight wasn’t cleansing it either, and neither was tracing the outlines of trees and buildings with his eyes.

“You seem really restless tonight.” Shingen gave him a knowing look. The hint of concern in his expression rubbed Kenshin the wrong way, but he knew that having company on those sleepless nights was helping him push away his thoughts.

And Shingen was right – that night the thoughts were persistent.

Yet, he didn’t ask Kenshin what was on his mind, what was haunting him so much that he couldn’t sleep again.

“Does death announce itself?” The words felt dry on Kenshin’s lips.

He didn’t look Shingen in the eye, his gaze still locked onto the moonlit garden. And he wasn’t even asking Shingen, who has never given him a clear answer that Kenshin didn’t already know – or was about to realise on his own.

“How heartless of you to ask me that.” Despite this reply, however, Shingen, didn’t seem to really mind. Smiling, even, he came back to Kenshin’s question. “Does it?”

“Have I just never cared before?”

He wasn’t one to pay attention to others around. Until she entered his life, and after that too, he never watched anyone but her. People would come and go – one way or another, and he didn’t give them a thought. He missed so many opportunities to learn the way illness works, how it looks like.

How would she even show, if she was feeling unwell? Would she show? Or maybe she was like a rabbit, hiding the symptoms until she couldn’t anymore? Would she tell him, if she felt the end approaching, Kenshin asked himself.

“I wonder.” Shingen wasn’t looking at him, but rather at the sky, with a serene expression of a man who found peace with the world.

Kenshin couldn’t. His sole presence in the hallway, where he was chased out of his bedroom by a nightmare, was a proof of it. There weren’t many things that could shake him – but loss was one of them.

Maybe this fear was the core of being alive. Maybe and will spend his life horrified of the certainty of loss and will never be free, as long as he lives.

“I wonder what would she say to your fears,” Shingen pondered.

He did not give him an answer, and he couldn’t. But Kenshin found it on his own.

There was no measures against this fear and no overcoming it, when the fate was sealed.

But was there a point of this fear? The fateful day would eventually come for her too, like it did for others, and age would claim her like it would claim him as well. There was no way around it, so the only thing one could do, was to accept it.

He couldn’t.

He just couldn’t.

Do other people just accept it, with peace in their hearts?

Does she accept it, with peace in her heart? He knew she had worries she kept for herself. That could be one of them.

But even if she was feeling the same, she was still smiling, she kept seizing the day and seizing it for him too. And the worst of crimes would be to let the fears spoil it. To ruin her hard work, the hard work she put her heart into.

He could not allow any dream to waste even one second of their time for idle worry – the time they had was meant to be savoured, and only that was right. He ought to give it what it was owed.

Fear was only in the way – and Kenshin did not tolerate anything that tried to interfere in their happiness. That was the true enemy he had to hold off and battle – not struggle with. Even if it couldn’t be slain for good, he was going to push it away, behind the walls of the fortress, where it could only attempt to siege – but it will not get in anymore.

And the fear finally withdrew, released the last bits of his soul from its claws, leaving only an exhausted void.

He was so tired.

He craved her warmth. He needed it.

“Going back already?”

As usual, Shingen could read him before Kenshin even said anything. So he just nodded – partially as confirmation, partially as a goodbye, and stood up.

Back in their bedroom, she was sleeping as soundly as when he left.

He snuggled up against her, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. She wiggled in his arms a bit, tickled by his hair, but calmed down soon, oblivious to Kenshin’s nightmare.

As he was falling asleep again, he promised himself to find and bring every possible medical book to Kasugayama. Instead of thinking of what he couldn’t prevent, he had prepare for the upcoming fate – that was something he could do. What is known, is much easier to expect – and mitigate.

His consciousness finally drifted off, this time without dreams.

=> Part 4.

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[spoopy-fish-writes]

Hello, Spoops! Could I request a fluffy drabble or a headcanon, with Masamune and Mai just resting after a long day of work? Perhaps they're sharing a dinner and just take their time to enjoy it, perhaps they're falling asleep / napping together, perhaps they're just watching the clouds or blossoming trees, or really - anything peaceful and/or domestic? Some... Tired idiots deeply in love, I suppose? Whichever sparks your interest! I trust your judgement completely.

I hope this has some semblance of sense ^^" Thank you in advance, have a lovely day!

—Lingering warmth

Suitor(s): Masamune

TW: Food mention

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Hiya Lorei ^^ My judgement has decided that I should entertain my recent obsession with sunsets 😌 || Sleepy idiots in love... <33

Even with Masamune's habit of skipping out of war councils, he was busy and so were you. Work would swarm you and your interactions would be limited to brief greetings in the corridors and quick smiles. It was tiring but the both of you had things to do that couldn't be avoided. Meeting with one another was always a delight on these days with the need for something to take your minds off of work for a brief moment more than evident from the way that you would melt against each other once you returned to your room.

Your voices had long died down now, the steady breathing from the both of you filling the silence along side the chatter from the creatures of the forest that surrounded you, the sun shining a warm golden glow over the two of you as it set and you leaned on Masamune's shoulder watching it.

The food set in front of the two of you had been mostly finished, the main part of it still having been warm as you ate thanks to the fact that the two of you hadn't strayed far from Oshu. There was little left of it all now, in-between having been occasionally leaning over to pop fruit and ride into each others' mouths amongst trying to tidy everything up for when the two of you would leave, light laughter bubbling from the both of you while food missed your mouths and kisses being stolen when the two of you were close enough while tidying up.

Now you were both tuckered out, eyes drooping occasionally as the peace of the sunset further caught up to you.

It was nice and quiet in comparison to Azuchi and Oshu. Even a nice change from Masamune's usual boisterousness. These moments with him weren't always particularly memorable. They didn't have the same kind of flair as riding as fast as feasibly possible across a field, warnings to hold on tight getting lost in the wind; they didn't share the same kind of dangerous elation that came from dangerous stunts that had your heart beating wildly and the certainty that Masamune would never let you get hurt present in your heart and mind.

But they had their own charm, their own feeling of lingering affection and understanding that you couldn't match with anything else. Neither one of you felt the need to say it out loud but it was nice. A change that was more than welcome in Japan's warring period.

His hand in yours and the feeling of the steady rise and fall of his shoulder with his chest. He was warm and you smiled up at him, sleepy but content, earning a soft smile in response as he felt your eyes on him, his arm moving to bring you closer as the sky was bathed in stretches of gold and purples for that brief moment before day made way to night.

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[the12thnightproject]

Conditions Necessary

Ikesen Gift Exchange for @ashavazesa .

Hi Asha - I was excited to have drawn your name in the exchange, as I've been enjoying your drawings for such a long time.

Please join a Moderately Awesome Ninja in observing a rare solar event.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Prompt: Sasuke x OC (Asaka), stargazing activity

Word count: 2724

Warnings: None; rating level: slightly spicy.

Date: Fifteenth day, eleventh month, 1582

Atmospheric condition: Clear sky, fourth quarter waning moon

Temperature: Unknown. Unfortunately, it will be one hundred and thirty-two years before Gabriel Fahrenheit perfects an accurate reading thermometer. However, surface level ice formation in ornamental pond suggests the temperature remains slightly below freezing.

His invitation was simple and to the point: three sentences written neatly and cleanly, not betraying that he had in fact labored for over a day to find the right wording. “Dear Asaka, If my observations are correct, conditions are favorable for a rare solar event. I would be honored if you joined me in an evening of sky-watching. Should you be interested, please follow the marked trail after sunset. – A Moderately Awesome Ninja.”

Yukimura checked it over for him and shrugged. “Looks fine, I guess. Why’d you ask me anyway? If you want help writing to a woman, ask Lord Shingen.” He flopped down on Sasuke’s futon, nearly crushing the letter.

Feedback results: inconclusive.

Sasuke rescued his invitation, then examined it a final time, turning it this way and that. It did look rather stark, but he’d prefer not to involve Lord Shingen. To be sure, the man would know exactly what to say, and how to say it, but the words would then be Shingen’s words, and Sasuke felt very firmly that he should speak for himself. “I needed a beta not a Cyrano.”

“Sir Who?” Yuki watched, somewhat incredulously, as Sasuke neatly folded the invitation into an origami squirrel. “What in the world is that?”

“Squirrel.” Sasuke thought that should be obvious, even to the unobservant Yuki.

Yuki turned the little animal around in his hands. “If you say so.”

As Sasuke carefully carried his squirrel shaped invitation away, he heard Yuki mutter, “looked like a dog to me.”

Perhaps he would be wise to submit the invitation for peer review…

“His ears are too small and the tail is too long,” had been Kenshin’s response when he saw the paper construct. He directed Sasuke’s attention to the garden, where three rabbits were playing a complicated game of tag across the snow-covered ground. “Look. Long ears. Short tails.”

Once apprised that the paper sculpture was a squirrel and not a rabbit at all, Kenshin hmphed in disbelief, suggested a rabbit would be preferable, then gently hinted, that in fact he himself would be pleased with a tribute of three such animals.

To be delivered to him.

Tomorrow morning.

Prior to breakfast.

Somewhat discouraged, Sasuke decided it was time to obtain the assistance of an expert, and took his squirrely rabbit to Yoshimoto, who immediately attempted to improve upon the design, which he mistakenly identified as a peacock, albeit one with a rather unimpressive tail. “Fascinating creation! You were wise to ask for my artistic opinion. I believe if you triple the folds at the base and use tinted paper, your sculpture will be both true-to-life and more aesthetically pleasing.”

An hour later, Sasuke crept cautiously out of the room, leaving behind a man surrounded by discarded attempts; a man who was folding paper with the feverish single-mindedness of one trapped in the throes of a new obsession.

By then, it was too late to change course, and Sasuke left his offering of a dog/ short-eared bunny/ skinny-tailed peacock/ squirrel on Asaka’s futon and hurried to complete Phase II of ‘Operation: Sky Watch.’

In between the time he finished laying the trail to the watchtower and the time he heard her footsteps crunching across the icy courtyard, Sasuke had had second thoughts. As well as third thoughts. To be scientifically accurate, he had seventeen point five decision reversals (the point five occurring at the exact moment he heard Asaka’s footsteps). He’d never been indecisive before. He made decisions, and stuck with them, unless new evidence prompted interim analysis.

Interim Analysis: Invitation accepted. Companion arrival in approximately three… two…

He turned to greet her at the top of the ladder and took her hand to help her over the final rung. Asaka of course, possessed superior hand-eye coordination, and she moved with a dancer’s grace, but Sasuke hoped his gentlemanly offer would be appreciated. He, in turn, appreciated the feeling of her smaller hand in his. Warmth. He always felt warm when she was nearby.

Hypothesis: Asaka may be one of the rare humans whose normal body temperature hovers above thirty-seven degrees.

“Good evening.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he inwardly winced, afraid that phrase evoked a comparison to mid-twentieth century B movies. He wanted to welcome her, not remind her of a supernatural being that could exsanguinate a victim in less than five minutes.  “Thank you for joining me in what I hope will be a moderately awesome evening.” He indicated a blanket, where he had set up the makings of a midnight snack: a bottle of Kenshin-recommended sake, and a basket of Shingen-recommended desserts.

“Wow. You went to a lot of trouble… from the Kunai shaped note,” she held up the letter, which she had expertly refolded, “to the romantic trail of ground spikes.”

Romantic trail of ground spikes? Was she being sarcastic? Perhaps the ground spikes had not been the best idea. Unfortunately, flowers were out of season, and even if he had been able to find winter peonies, the likelihood of a trail of petals blowing away due to the current wind velocity was at least ninety percent. Ninety-five percent, he mentally amended, when the breeze tossed one of Asaka’s bright curls into her face.

She pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Anyway, I thought it was cute.” She held out a little pouch. “I, um, collected them because I figured if someone stepped on them, it would be bad. Do you want them back?”

“You should keep them. After all, you never know when a strategically deployed ground spike will come in handy.” He felt gratified when she tucked the pouch back into her kimono.

Once they were settled with food and drink, Sasuke cleared his throat, and nervously pushed his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose (they had a habit of making a break for it at the most awkward moments). “I suppose you’re wondering why we are gathered here tonight.”

“Isn’t being together enough?” She poked his side and added with a hesitant note in her voice that he couldn’t quite interpret, “friend time?”

Friend time.

Yes, friend time was what he’d had in mind – they were both so busy these days with their various duties that they were basically travelling on parallel orbits. But… hearing the ‘f-word’ coming from her lips? Something inside him flinched. He didn’t know, didn’t understand the what and the why of that flinch, and so he pushed it away, paused, reset, and turned his face to the sky. After all, it was the past week of solar observations that had led up to this moment. A moment to share with his friend. He gestured upward. “Behold, if you will, the star of tonight’s show.”

As directed, Asaka looked up. But… she was frowning. Had she not liked his joke? Usually, she at least smiled politely at his puns – on rare occasions she would even joke back. Disappointment propelled him into what one of his old classmates at Kyoto University had dubbed, ‘Mikumo Lecture Mode.’ “Have you ever seen the Aurora Borealis?”

“Northern Lights?” She shook her head. “They don’t appear in Japan at all… do they?”

“Twice in my lifetime they’ve manifested in Japan, both times in Hokkaido, so needless to say, I did not witness either one. You could say that viewing an aurora is on my ‘bucket list.’” In fact, it might be the only thing left on his bucket list. He’d discovered a wormhole, travelled to one of the most fascinating eras of history, became a ninja, and met his heroes… including the incomparable Tokugawa Ieyasu! Did he really need a bucket list any longer?

“Indeed, you are correct that statistically speaking, the aurorae rarely appear outside polar regions. But in the seventh century, all of Japan not only witnessed an aurora, but the rarer red aurora. Poets described it as resembling the tail feathers of a pheasant. As it happens, aurorae were more prevalent in pre-Muromachi period Japan, because over the course of 1400 years, the Earth’s poles shifted.”

Grabbing a pastry from the basket, he held it up to demonstrate. “Modern Japan sits at the magnetic latitude 25 degrees. However, at the time of the red aurora event, Japan rested at a magnetic latitude of 33 degrees, thus aurorae were more prevalent — especially in under the necessary condition of severe solar storms.” He tilted the pastry on the equatorial axis. “I’ve calculated that in this era, we are somewhere in the region of 28 degrees latitude, and therefore within the necessary geographic range to allow periodic observations of aurorae.” He drew an invisible line on the pastry, and then, as its role as a scientific prop had been fulfilled, he ate it.

“Is that why you invited me here? For an aurora viewing? How can you be certain that tonight is the night?” She poured herself another cup of sake.

“Unfortunately, even modern scientists can’t accurately predict aurorae. They’re caused by tiny particles from solar storms - coronal mass ejection - hitting the Earth’s atmosphere and transforming into light. In the modern age, when scientists observe the storms, they send out an alert for potential auroral activity. But here… I don’t have the right filter on my telescope to detect a solar storm. At least. I didn’t think I did. Except… lately, I’ve been noticing a bright, sharp flare of light when…” He trailed off as he looked, really looked at Asaka.

And… Asaka appeared…

…completely overwhelmed by the flood of information.

Red alert! Scientific jargon approaching critical mass!

Had he really just treated her like a first-year student? Ashamed, he could no longer meet her eyes. “My apologies. I didn’t mean to go on like that.”

Gently, she patted his arm, and her touch elevated his core body temperature by at least a degree. Maybe two. “It’s ok. You have a passion. It’s actually … attractive.” She smiled at him and it was like a sunrise.

Then suddenly, in that star filled winter night, there it was again. That solar flare.

Bright.

Steady.

Her.

Her.

It had never been a solar storm.

It had always been Asaka.

His… friend.

He’d been wrong… on so many levels. Granted, misinterpreting his own feelings wasn’t unusual for him. But he’d misinterpreted evidence… he’d gotten science wrong.

“Sasuke?” She waved her hands in front of his face. “What is it?”

“Sorry. BSOD.” He shook his head, trying to clear it, trying to find the right words. He could speak calmly and confidently about the stars, paradoxical anomalies, time travel and history, and yet not be able to vocalize what was in his heart. Carrying out Kenshin’s missions and facing down his lord in daily sparring sessions was less risky than revealing these newly discovered feelings. “I was wrong.”

She simply tilted her head, as if she was encouraging him to go on, but … no, he couldn’t explain why he miscalculated. He grabbed the basket and tossed pastries and cups inside with no sense of order or care. “No aurorae tonight. Maybe not ever.”

She put her hand on his arm, pulling him back. “Wait, wait! I don’t mind that. We can still look at the stars. Together. Right? Isn’t that the important thing?”

Yes… except, now that he understood what that solar flare meant, understood what he felt, could he stay sitting here, as her friend? And yet, if he didn’t want to lose her friendship, how could he do anything else? He hesitated, still holding the basket, frozen, halfway between the stars and the earth, trapped in a paradox of quantum superpostion. “I was wrong,” he said again.

“Sasuke, no one is right all the time.” Gently, almost as if he were one of the children she used to teach, she sat him back down. The she placed a cup of sake in his hand. And when he gulped that down, she poured him another. “I didn’t major in science, but even I know that some of the biggest scientific discoveries happened when the researcher was looking at something else. Penicillin. Plastic. Um…”

“Corn flakes.” He was coming back online now. He could get through this… emotional anomaly. He didn’t have to tell her. They could go back to the way they were, and he would manage to work around his feelings. It wouldn’t be the first time. Life with his nomadic parents had given him excellent compartmentalization skills. Emotions could be locked safely away in a box, alongside the memories that went with ‘parents forgot my twelfth birthday,’ and ‘moved in the middle of the academic year again.’

“Really? Alright. Corn flakes.” She shrugged, then took his hands. “Maybe you discovered something else that will make sense later. It’s ok. I still think you are more than moderately awesome.”

It was the combination of her kindness and her touch that did it.

It sliced through that emotional lockbox like a laser, overloaded his processors, and in that blast of static and heat, he blurted everything out before he had a chance to submit everything for peer review; before he had the chance to change his mind seventeen point five times. “You’re the solar flare. The flare comes from here,” he rubbed his chest, circling his hand over his heart, “when I think about you.”

As soon as the words were out, he wanted them back, terrified that he’d ruined everything.

Then he heard the hiss of her breath catching in her throat, and a smile bloomed across her face, one of such relief, such joy, such beauty that he forgot to breathe. That solar flare radiated with a brilliance that nearly blinded him.

They gazed at each other, and a thousand stars could have been born, lived their lifespan, and gone supernova, in that long moment.

His heart was beating in his throat, the rhythm echoing in his ears.  Words failed him, but… words weren’t necessary.

A kiss. A kiss was necessary.

He carefully cupped her chin, tilting her face toward his, pausing to give her time she should she want to pull back, to let him know that he was wrong.

Nine minutes earlier, a solar storm created shock waves, accelerating electrically charged particles, sending them toward Earth’s magnetosphere. Sound and color swirled together like clouds of dust swirling through space…

She sighed against his lips, her eyes fluttering shut.

A moment of hesitant reverence--

Holding infinite fractal futures in the palm of his hand.

At speeds of 72 million kilometers per hours, ions raced toward Earth …

He brushed his mouth across hers, sensing a smile, her intake of breath.

Her quietly exhaled, “yes, please, yes,” chased away any final doubts.

Pulling her closer, he wrapped his arms around her, reveling in her warmth.

Far above them, particles from that geomagnetic storm reached Earth’s magnetosphere…

Another featherlight touch, followed by another, and another, until snowflake kisses melted together,

Merged –

lips—

mouths--

Gravitational attraction sent electrons careening toward one another…

She molded herself to him as their bodies crashed together—

The initial urge to worship replaced by need to explore, to touch, to feel—

To meld.

Fuse.

Be.

Activated ions collided with atoms of oxygen and nitrogen…

Encouraged by her passion, he nipped at her lower lip, and she moaned—

Or had that been him? Did it matter?

Teeth—

Tongues--

Energy stored in magnetic fields exploded on contact...…

He clung to her, arms tightening, hands seeking--

Frenzied bodies fell backward to the floor--

He wound his fingers into her hair,

Her hands touching, caressing—

The explosion activated the electrons, releasing light, bands of yellow, green, turquoise, and yes, even red, unfurling in the sky over Kasugayama, undulating like the tail of an exotic bird…

When they finally relaxed the embrace, panting, resting, forehead to forehead, breathing each other, it was Asaka who noticed the glowing lights and color reflected on his glasses. “Sasuke… look… the sky.”

He turned toward the heavens, where the shining bands rippled and danced among the stars. “It’s not the sky. It’s you.”

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[thezestyone]

Masterlist of written works thus far:

Requests are OPEN!

What is OPEN?: Fic requests, headcanon requests, matchup requests

Who may I request?: Any IkeSen suitor

Disclaimer: Whether I do a request is wholly dependent on my time and energy. I will try my best to get to every request I receive, but apologies in advance if I don’t get to your request!

Rules: When requesting something that is NSFW, I must be able to verify you are 18+ from your bio or page, or I will not accept the request. Anon Asks are permitted for other requests that are not NSFW. If you are under 18+ and interacting with my page, you will be blocked. Please respect my boundaries and do not engage on my page if not 18+.

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Ikesen(All):

Love 4 All; Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/686519660882083840?source=share

Kicho: https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/682730961857822720/nsfw-enchanting-physical-attraction-kicho-x

Trick Or Treat Ask Game:

https://at.tumblr.com/thezestyone/hehe-hi-olive-can-i-go-trick-or-treating-with/09yex700oyz1

Yukimura: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/689167553241694208?source=share

Kenshin, as well as Kanetsugu:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/683661979034025984/nsfw-kenshin-x-reader-x-kanetsugu-personal

Kanetsugu:

The Strange Neighbors:

https://tumblr.com/thezestyone/the-strange-neighbors-kanetsugu-kanetsugu-x/fmbk5grl18up

Hideyoshi:

Olive’s Bday fest for Hideyoshi 2022; Part 1:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684462498657796096/olives-hideyoshi-birthday-fest-story-2022

Olive’s Bday fest for Hideyoshi 2022; Part 2:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684462520484970496/nsfw-a-flower-so-beautiful-hideyoshi-x-reader

Ranmaru: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/687630282753523712?source=share

Motonari:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/684634069763506177/could-i-ask-for-a-motonari-fic-smut-ot-fluff

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/689010544131391488?source=share Nobunaga: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/thezestyone/688605181840162816?source=share

Dabbling in AUs:

https://thezestyone.tumblr.com/post/683380485132582913/an-introduction-from-the-ghetto-ikesen-various

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[ikeromantic]

Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 2

Thank you again to @otomedad for this idea!

Kenshin, Shingen, and Yoshimoto. Approx. 2400 words. Part 1 here!

Kenshin

Kenshin froze mid-step, his mismatched eyes going wide. You froze too, a shout of surprise caught behind your lips. Your kimono hung open, half undressed as you prepared for a bath.

The tub of steaming water sat behind a decorative screen, and you were wishing you were behind it too. “Umm. Hi?” You tug the fabric closed, your face hot. 

He swallows, and turns his head to look down the empty corridor leading to your ‘room’. “You were not expecting me. I will go.”

“No, wait!” Your voice startles you as much as him. Kenshin turns his head to glance your direction expectantly. You pause, unsure what to say. “I was hoping you would come today.” 

If anything, this seems to surprise him even more than seeing you unclothed. 

“If you like, you can wait with me for the bathwater to cool down. It’s too hot to soak in right now.” You sit down on the small stool beside the bars of your well-appointed cell. 

Kenshin says nothing for a long moment, then he nods. There is something unsettled about him as he pulls up a stool to sit across from you. “Is there anything you need?”

You shrug, glancing around at the stone walls and wooden bars. “Out? Other than that, no.”

He looks down, his lips twisting in a faint grimace. The frown turns to puzzlement. “What is that?”

You realize he’s noticed the cherry blossom petal on the top of your bare foot. “Oh. It’s part of my tattoo.” You carefully shift your kimono open a little bit to show the rest of your leg. Cherry blossoms and pink petals dance across your skin, as if floating on a forever breeze in some place where it is always spring. 

Kenshin regards the ink with more curiosity than you expected. His hand drifts toward the bars that separate you. “Beautiful,” he breathes. 

Your skin prickles and warms with expectation of his touch. The tip of his cool, calloused finger brushes your calf, setting your heart off at a gallop. You aren’t sure if the butterflies in your belly are from the compliment or the feel of his hand on your leg. 

“It does not come off,” he states, rather than asks. 

“Right. It’s ink under my skin so . . . I guess I’m stuck with it for life.” You try for a carefree smile, but miss the mark as his eyes flick up to meet yours. 

Kenshin considers this for a moment, then nods. “It is like a scar, then.” His eyes narrow. “Why was this done to you?”

You do smile then, at the protective note in his voice. “I did it to me. Or, at least, I picked the design and the spot. I wanted something to remind me that life is short. To enjoy the beauty in it, as long as it lasts. Because, you know. It won’t last long.” 

His fingers trace the edges of the petals and blossoms, moving up past your knee to the top of the flowers on your thigh. “The inevitability of loss,” he says, more to himself than to you. There is something warm in his eyes, something fragile.

“No,” you shake your head. “The celebration of beauty, however fleeting. Take joy where you can, right?” 

“Take joy . . .” His gaze falls back to your leg, and he snatches his hand away as if suddenly scalded by your skin. Shutters of ice close him off from you again as he stands. 

You stand as well, reaching for him through the cell bars. Your fingers brush his shoulder before he steps back. 

“If there is nothing you need, I will go.”

“I do need something.” Your voice shakes a little as your hand drops to your side. “I wish you’d visit me more often. Stay for a little longer when you do. I like being around you.”

Kenshin does not reply. He studies you for a moment, before turning away. His steps echo down the empty corridor, making you feel somehow even more alone than before he came. 

Shingen

Shingen’s hand trailed along the smooth silk of your kimono, the warmth of his touch soaking through to your back. He wasn’t technically supposed to be touching you, just watching the stars. But he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself, and you weren’t going to complain. Not tonight, anyway.

“Are you sore, angel,” he asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“No,” you shot back, then admitted, “a little.” The day’s hike through mountainous forest hadn’t been easy, especially carrying a pack. You regretted insisting on carrying it, but pride wouldn’t let you take it easy. 

Shingen’s lips curled up in a subtle smile. “I see.” His hand stilled on your back. “You know what the best thing for sore muscles is?”

You turn your head to regard him, sensing a trap. “A hot bath?”

“Those are pretty good. But love is what makes the angel sing.” He grins at you, playful and teasing.

“Seriously, Shingen?” You huff and pull away from his touch.

He sighs. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. It’s not every day an actual goddess graces me with her presence.” 

You glare at him, annoyed and flattered and annoyed with yourself for being flattered. “Whatever. I’m going inside.”

“Don’t leave, angel.” There’s a slight pleading tone to his voice. “As an apology, let me give you a shoulder rub. It will make us both feel better. I promise.” The sensual tilt of his lips and the appeal in his gaze give you pause. A massage would feel nice, but . . .

“No. I don’t trust you.” The words leave your mouth in a rushed exhalation, leaving so much unsaid. It wasn’t Shingen you didn’t trust, it was yourself. 

He looked down, his eyes dark and unreadable in the dim starlight. “I promise, I’m not trying to make you mine.” Shingen held his hands out as if in surrender. “Let me help?”

The silence between you expands, an almost physical thing pressing against your skin and making it hard to breathe. You give a curt nod, giving in to what you know you want, even if you can’t admit it. 

Shingen settles behind you. His hands slide down your shoulders, gently tugging your kimono down to bare them. His breath catches and he goes still. 

For a moment, you are confused, and then you realize he must have seen it. Your tattoo. Maple leaves drifting along your spine, from just below your neck to your hip. A riot of warm colors and fine lines etching your skin. You still remember the pain of having it done. But it was worth it. “Something wrong?” You try for a teasing tone, but your voice is too breathy to make that mark.

 “Your back -” He pulls your kimono lower still, revealing more of the falling leaves. His calloused hand presses against the ink as if to wipe it away. “My angel is a work of art.”

A shiver runs through your skin at the feel of his hand on you. Your galloping heart speeds even more, racing uncontrollably as heat flushes your face. “You’re not supposed to be flirting,” you manage.

Shingen’s laugh sends a puff of warm breath across your neck. “That wasn’t flirting. I’m only stating the obvious.” His thumbs press into your tense, tired flesh, a gentle pressure to ease sore muscles. “Is the art something from your village? I have never seen anything like it painted into skin.”

You struggle for a moment to find words, distracted by his closeness and the intimacy of his touch. He clearly knows how to give a massage, and the sensation is short circuiting your brain. “Umm. It . . . mmmm . . . I got it to remind myself.”

“Of?” His lips are distressingly close to the leaf at the top of your spine, almost brushing the inked skin.

“Th-that I am carried. Forward. Even when life is tough. Like a leaf in the wind. Do what I can and leave what I can’t to fate. Or god. Or . . . chaos, I guess. Trust that life is - is pushing me to where I need to be.” You stutter through an explanation, leaving out all the context and emotion surrounding the decision on this image in this spot in those colors.

Shingen is quiet for a while, his skilled hands working out the knots in your shoulders and upper back. “My angel is a philosopher. Something holding us up in our worst moments.” He sounds more thoughtful than you expected when he finally speaks. Rather than blowing off the meaning of the design, he seems interested. 

“I needed something to hang on to,” you say softly, self-consciously. His praise feels undeserved, but makes your heart feel full, your chest tight.

“We all do, sometimes.” You feel the press of a gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

Quiet descends between you again, a soft silence of connection and comfort. 

Yoshimoto

You sit completely still, afraid to even breathe deeply. Yoshimoto’s fingers comb gently through your hair, coaxing it into position. He hums a tune you almost recognize as he works, styling you for the artists that will arrive soon. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea? I bet there are a lot of more qualified models in Kasugayama,” you say through stiff lips. This whole idea has you on edge. Art is wonderful, and you love making it - but being in it? Not so much. 

Yoshimoto adjusts your necklace. “You are perfect. There is none more qualified.” He steps back, inspecting his work. 

“I am so very not perfect,” you argue, thinking of all the parts of yourself you’d change if you could. “Surely Okuni would be better -”

“No. I want them to paint you.” The way he says it sends a thrill through you, as if he would value more your image than any other. Which can’t be true. Yoshimoto is just an appreciator of art. And you, as his friend and student, happened to be available for this painting session with some up and coming artists. 

You take a shallow breath. The next part will be the hardest, even knowing it is coming. “Fine. I guess.” The blanket in your lap seems smaller by the moment and you feel heat rising in your cheeks as you take it in one hand. 

Yoshimoto smiles and moves close again, his fingers hover at the edge of the decorative kimono draped over your shoulders. “I am honored by your trust in me.” 

“Wait!” You take a deeper breath, a panicky feeling welling up in your chest. “I can’t model. I - I have a tattoo!” You feel a sudden certainty that, just like your parents, Yoshimoto will hate the ink on your skin, and the artists will refuse to paint you, and - and -

He settles a hand on your cheek, turning your head toward him. “Thank you for telling me. May I see it?” His eyes are wide and clear, empty of judgment or censure. 

You study his face a moment longer, feeling self conscious. “Ok.”

He pulls the fabric down as you lift the blanket to your chest. Almost the pose you were meant to take for the artists.

Despite the white silk now covering your breasts, you feel exposed. Your entire back on display, bare shouldered and covered with almost nothing from the back of your neck to the top of your butt cheeks. Vulnerable. On display. You wait for Yoshimoto to say something, but he is silent. 

“Well?” Your voice is sharp and anxious, and you resist the urge to tug the fabric up and hide behind it.

Yoshimoto takes a breath. His hands brush your sides, stopping at the edges of your tattoo. Chrysanthemums spread from the center of your back to your hips, delicate and colorful. He kneels to look at them more closely, close enough that his hair tickles against your skin. 

You love the way they look, bright and playful. Accentuating the natural curves of your low back and hip. But you can’t tell what his reaction is. His quiet only wrenches your nerves tighter. “If you don’t say something, I think I’m going to cry.”

His soft touch brushes the inked flowers, as if painting the petals with his fingertips. “I . . . I did not expect . . .”

“It’s fine.” You reach for the kimono, ready to cover up and escape with a little dignity. 

Yoshimoto’s hand catches yours. “Please. Let me look a little longer. It is beautiful.” His gaze meets yours, fey eyes almost aglow. “You are beautiful.” 

Your breath catches, there is a tightness in your chest. A trembling, uncertain emotion that you cannot name. “Alright.” 

His smile is tender and affectionate as his eyes drift back to your tattoo. “These colors are amazing. I have never seen such bright irezumi. And the way it follows the shape of your body -” His caress sends a pleasant shock up your back and sets your pulse pounding. “This was done by a master artist. Only fitting for such a canvas.”

“They were really good,” you nod, recalling the waitlist and the cost. “They designed it for me after I told them what I wanted. Something with meaning, memories and promises. I wanted to look at it the rest of my life and know it holds what is close to my heart.” 

You gesture toward the flowers he is touching. “Red for the promise of love, yellow for what I’ve lost, white for loyalty. And all of it together for beauty, inside and out.” The words pour out as if from a broken dam. You’ve never told anyone all of this, never had the opportunity or the trust. But you want Yoshimoto to know you. To understand you.

“Did you know it is also a symbol of royalty?” His voice is soft, barely audible. 

“I do. Not that I am. Royal. I mean, Nobunaga made me a princess but I’m just a normal person. Nothing special.” You shrug. “I just thought it was a really pretty flower.”

Yoshimoto’s arms wrap around you, and his cheek rests against your back. You feel the flutter of his eyelids as he closes them. “You are special. Talented and beautiful and kind. I can think of no other more deserving of such a mark.”

Bittersweet pleasure floods you. There is nothing you can say to that, and so you let yourself enjoy his embrace. The feel of him pressed close. If only it could last. If only you could speak the words that lie heavy in your heart. If, if, if.

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[ikemenlibrary]

Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

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[leonscape]

Coconut Companion

Masamune x Coconut, a crack fic

The Fruitverse is growing. Now introducing the cocomune ship @drewadoodle

Word Count: 459

Masamune was in the kitchen, cooking up something new. He joyfully hummed as he whisked the ingredients together. Masamune wasn’t the type to shy away from experimenting, so here he was, mixing the coconut milk in with the rice flour. The old merchant that had sold the coconuts to him gave him detailed instructions on how to open and extract all the coconut products.

And it was then that Masamune had fallen in love. He loved the possibilities of all the new yummy dishes he could make with this new ingredient. After carefully husking and cracking the coconuts, he had fresh supplies of coconut water and coconut meat. Finely chopping the meat, blending it with the coconut water, then straining it gave him the sweetest coconut milk, just like the merchant said. 

It wasn’t long before Masamune’s new coconut mochi was born. He stuffed it with white bean paste, which was mixed with a bit of coconut flakes. One taste, and Masamune fell even more in love with the precious coconut.

The coconut water was helpful with hydration, coconut milk was amazing in all kinds of sweet treats, and with further processing, the coconut oil helped with dry skin especially during the harsh winter. 

In Masamune’s eyes, his lovely coconut was perfect in every way. Eventually, he began to carry a coconut everywhere he went. Sometimes he would draw on his coconut, either a small little doodle or a face. He always doted on his companion and showed his love and affection. 

Of course Mamayoshi had to intervene based on growing concerns. The coconut was always at war council and he even brought it to actual battles of war. “Um, Masamune, do you really need to bring your coconut companion to these meetings?” Hideyoshi questioned.

“Of course I do,” Masamune answered.

Mitsuhide chuckled with a pineapple in hand, “He’s grown fond of a coconut, so let him be. Never wanting to part is normal.”

“But he does… weird things to it,” Hideyoshi said. 

The coconut innocently rested on Masamune’s lap and he gently caressed the coconut. Mitsuhide snickered, “My, my, you’ve got a dirty mind, Hideyoshi.”

“What? No I don’t! I was just trying to say that it’s a bit too distracting. I mean we already allowed you to bring your pineapple to the meetings, but we can’t have more distractions here,” Hideyoshi explained. 

“Why are you so concerned? This doesn’t provide any distractions, right Lord Nobunaga?” Mitsuhide asked.

“No, do as you wish. But first I would like to finish this meeting,” Nobunaga answered. 

And so they continued without further interruption. After they concluded the meeting, Masamune took his coconut back to his room for some alone time. He cherished the coconut, cleaning it and cuddling it after.

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All's Fair In Love and War Prologue Pt 2

Prologue Pt 2

Three years Later…

Nobunaga sat in council with his inner circle. “What about those rumors we have been hearing about for the past few years?” Hideyoshi asked.

“Yes, even I’ve heard about the rumors surrounding the Yamada Clan.” Masamune said, a serious look on his face. “They used to just stick to themselves not really allying with anyone or going after anyone, but protecting themselves.”

“Lord Riku Yamada died three years ago.” Mitsuhide spoke. “My sources tell me he had an adopted child who had already been leading his forces in their battles even before his death.”

“What were the circumstances of his death?” Hideyoshi asked.

“An enemy attack from the Ishihara Clan.” Mitsuhide answered. “Killed him and his wife in their beds.”

“The new Lord Yamada marched their forces to the Ishihara just days later and waged a war… from my understanding of how the battle played out…their strategy….the Ishihara didn’t stand a chance and were defeated in three days.” Mitsunari said. “The new Lord Yamada is a brilliant strategist.”

“After defeating the Ishihara, Lord Yamada went after the Ishihara allies next.” Mitsuhide explained. “They had been surrounded by enemies for so long at this point…and now those enemies are gone and the Yamada rule over a rather large amount of land.”

“This could be a problem should the new Lord Yamada decide to try anything.” Hideyoshi said. “It could jeopardize our unification efforts…we would easily defeat them, though.”

“Not likely so easily.” Ieyasu spoke up.

“Seems like it would be one hell of a fight.” Masamune said, a glint in his one blue eye. “Though it would use a lot of our resources, given how much land the Yamada now hold…and how large their army is. From what I’ve heard the new Lord Yamada has gained favor of the people of the lands and they are prospering.” 

Nobunaga had been silently listening and taking in every word his vassals and allies exchanged.

“We still have the larger force.” Hideyoshi said. “With all of our combined forces…”

“That would be a waste of resources.” Nobunaga finally declared.

“Then what do you propose we do, my lord?” Hideyoshi asked.

Nobunaga wore a smirk as he looked around the room. “I think it’s quite obvious…we seek to add the Yamada to our alliance.”

“That would be the best bet.” Mitsuhide said. “One can never have too many allies.”

“Especially too many strong allies.” Masamune agreed with a grin. 

“I had good relations with the previous Lord Yamada.” Nobunaga said. “Though he never officially allied with me, he never stood against me either and even gave some supplies and good council on occasion.”

“How will you do it, my lord?” Hideyoshi asked. “I’d be happy to go as an envoy.”

Nobunaga shook his head. “No…we will invite Lord Yamada here. Ranmaru, you will set out for their territory at first light.”

Ranmaru blinked in surprise. “You really wish me to go, Lord Nobunaga?”

“Yes, you are the perfect man for the job.” Nobunaga answered. “Extend an invitation to Lord Yamada to come to Azchi with his closest men. We will discuss terms of an alliance when they arrive.”

Ranmaru nodded resolutely, “Yes, Lord Nobunaga I will do my best.”

The warlords discussed their plans further before council was coming to an end. Nobunaga called Ranmaru to a private meeting in the tenshu. “You wished to see me, my lord?” He asked.

“Yes, when you go to the Yamada clan, I want you to take these as gifts.” Nobunaga instructed, handing his young page a couple of items. “A sign that we truly are seeking an alliance.”

Ranmaru nodded. “Right, I won’t let you down, Lord Nobunaga.”

A few days later…

I sat in my council room having met with the leaders I had put in place of the territories that were now part of my domain. It had been a rocky last few years, but I was managing things relatively well. I now controlled all of the lands that had immediately surrounded my family’s domain. I was driven to go after the Ishihara for revenge, but also for practical and tactical reasons…and once going for them…I had to go after the others. I had no choice.

As council convened, Kei, one of my aides, was coming in. “Lord Yamada, there is someone here to see you.” She informed me.

“There weren’t any other meetings scheduled for the day.” Jiro said, as he was still my right hand man.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“His name is Ranmaru Mori, my lord.” She answered. “He is an envoy sent by Lord Nobunaga Oda.”

I lifted a brow. I knew the name, recalling it from my history lessons in school in the modern day. “That’s interesting.”

“I knew it wouldn’t be long before the Oda took notice.” Jiro said.

“How could they not take notice of the powerhouse that our lady is.” Sato said, smiling at my left.

“Send him in.” I said.

Kei nodded and bowed before exiting the room. A few moments later, a young man was coming in. He was honestly the prettiest man I had ever seen and there really was non other way to describe him.

He looked at the three of us, sitting at the head of the room. I sat in what was clearly the position of power. I smiled at him. “You look a bit confused, Master Ranmaru.” I said.

He blinked, seeming to come out of his confusion. He gave me a smile as he bowed. “Forgive me, I wasn’t expecting the new Lord Yamada to be such a beautiful lady.” He answered. 

“Lord Riku adopted Lord Ava as a young woman and trained her. Always intending for her to carry on the clan leadership.” Jiro explained.

“I see.” Ranmaru replied.

“What brings you here?” I asked.

“My lord has taken notice of your recent rise.” Ranmaru answered. “And…well he has sent me as an envoy to invite you and your closest council to Azuchi to discuss an alliance.”

Sato was smiling widely. “That is indeed an honor.” She said.

“And as a gesture of good faith, Lord Nobunaga asked me to bring these gifts to you.” Ranmaru said, holding out a box.

I rose from my seat and walked over to look at the items. The box contained a Goban and a dagger that was intricately carved…and one I recognized. “These are excellent gifts…” I said. “I think we shall accept the invitation. We will make preparations and leave in two days.”

I was then instructing Kei to set our guest up in our best room. I had more duties to tend to before the day was done as well as arrangements to make for my absence. 

Later that night, I sat out on the veranda, sipping my nightly sake as I looked up at the stars. “You can come out of your hiding spot.” I said.

Jiro was then coming out from his place behind a pillar. “I wasn’t hiding. I was just staying out of your way.” He countered.

“I know you have something to say.”

“Are you sure about this meeting with the Oda?” Jiro asked as he came to sit beside me, pouring himself a cup of my sake.

I nodded. “Yes. I know Father had a great deal of respect for Lord Nobunaga.” I answered. Though, of course, being from the future I knew that this was the right move as Nobunaga was regarded as one of the great unifiers of our nation. 

“I do recall that, though he never declared official support for Lord Nobunaga.” Jiro countered.

“Maybe not officially…but you know Father wasn’t an open book and kept many secrets.”

“What are you getting at, Ava?”

I gestured to the Goban and dagger that I had beside me. “Those gifts from the Oda…they were gifts Father originally sent to Lord Nobunaga.” I explained.

Jiro blinked. “Really?”

I nodded. “Yes…Father actually regularly met with Nobunaga. They would play Go and share counsel with each other.”

Jiro blinked. “How…how do you know that?”

“I went with Father a couple of times.” I answered. “Though I never met with Nobunaga, I stayed out in the hall…or hid in the ceiling.”

Jiro sighed and shook his head. “Only you…” He replied, trailing off. “You know I will support you in whatever you decide to do. My sword is yours, always Ava.”

“I know.” I replied. “That is why you are my right hand. You and Sato will come with me to Azuchi. We’ll leave Ichiro and the council in charge of things here while we are gone.”

“Whatever you say…my lord.” Jiro replied.

After taking the two days to set everything up, we departed with Ranmaru, heading for Azuchi. I had decided to pack the dagger and the Goban, taking those with me. They might come in handy later.

“We should reach Azuchi in about three days.” Ranmaru declared as we mounted up.

I nodded. “Sounds good.”

Sato rode up beside Ranmaru as we began to head off. “Did you enjoy your stay in our land, Master Ranmaru?” She asked, grinning at him.

Sato was a beautiful woman. She had long dark black hair with striking golden eyes and very pale skin. She always wore black and dark makeup. She was what I referred to as a Sengoku Goth.

Ranmaru smiled brightly at her, though I could tell that he was slightly unsettled by her. “It was nice and comfortable.” He answered. He was then turning to me.“And the bakers and cooks you employ Lady Ava, they are quite good…and the peach trees in your garden…they remind me of some from a garden I loved as a child.”

I smiled back at him. “I am glad that you enjoyed your stay and the food.” I told him. “And I prefer Lord Ava or Lord Yamada.”

Ranmaru nodded and bowed. “Forgive me…I’m not used to it.”

“It does take some getting used to.” I told him. Though it was all part of my strategy.

“Those sweet buns you gobbled down at breakfast this morning weren’t made by the cooks or bakers.” Jiro told Ranmaru. “Those were actually made by Lord Ava herself.”

Ranmaru looked at me in surprise. “Really?”

I nodded. “Sometimes you have to get in the kitchen yourself.” I replied with a shrug.

Ranmaru smiled brightly. “You’ll get along great with Lord Masamune then.”

“Masamune Date, correct?” I asked.

Ranmaru nodded. “Yes. He’s a great cook.”

I nodded, recalling that tidbit from history class. Since I had taken over the Yamada clan, I tried to recall as much as I could of history classes from the modern day. I didn’t want to change history too much…though I feared it might already be too late for that. But hopefully I could keep things from getting too far out of control. Masamune was known for creating some dishes that were still enjoyed in my original time and for founding the City of Sendai if I recall correctly.

For three days we traveled and talked, making our way to Azuchi. Ranmaru was chatty and cheerful…and utterly adorable. He truly seemed like a sweet guy…though it seemed like there was something hiding behind his smile. There was a sadness and conflict that lingered in his eyes. Though that would normally have me on my toes…I had this feeling it had nothing to do with me and wasn’t reason for ME to worry.

After three days of riding, we were finally reaching the gates of Azuchi Castle. “Welcome to Azuchi, Lord Yamada.” Ranmaru said, cheerfully. “We’ll get inside and I’ll take you to meet with Lord Nobunaga.”

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[xxsycamore]

—𝘝𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌

oda nobunaga x fem oc (Asura)

rating: G

tags: Strong Female Character; Light Angst; Feelings Realization; Love Confessions; First Kiss; War Allies to Lovers

wordcount: 1,974

written for Ikemen Sengoku Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @saeyoungs-sunflower

a/n: My giftee was the wonderful @randonauticrap! Madame L, I was so pleasantly surprised to see that you're my giftee!! Your OC Asura is a great character and I absolutely LOVED writing her in this story! I hope you enjoy! <3

By the time war council is over, Azuchi is wrapped into shades of early night.

Nobunaga takes step after step in the direction of his private chambers, unhurried, devoid of any evident disturbance in his mood whatsoever. A walk of a warlord exiting war council, nothing more and nothing less - steps falling with a weight equal to the one of his word.

The reason must be laying somewhere in that same fearsome demeanor of his as to why the scene is such a tense one, servants' breaths all held in at the sight.

Typically, noone dares to dart after Nobunaga, for whatever reason they might have - more so, to shout at his back.

"I demand an explanation!"

The man doesn't as much as stir at those words - probably having seen it coming already. The only gesture that breaks his steady walk towards the entrance of his chambers is the raising of a hand signaling stop - not to the woman behind him, but rather, to the guard that was about to interfere and hold her back. He wordlessly lets them all know that the woman is allowed to cross the threshold and follow him inside.

And in the next second, they're alone on the other side of the sliding doors.

The candles dye the room in warmness, but Nobunaga finds it early to use artificial lighting as the sky outside is far from pitch black. He blows out the majority of them, continuing to ignore Asura's demands of holding a conversation.

Her temper is fierce as ever, and Nobunaga expects her to go to great lengths to receive her answers. He has always admired the fire inside her - so much, that he almost wants to play with it.

Unable to keep her anger at bay, Asura grabs him by the sleeve - untrusting the power of that move to make him turn around and face her - but he does so, on his own at that.

Nobunaga looks into her eyes with stern glare. Her eyes are stabbing his alike daggers, eyebrows are knit in a frown. She is still holding his sleeve.

"Tell me why! Where did I go wrong? I understand nothing of this. You praise me, you demand that everyone knows the achievements of my men, you call my swordsmanship unmatched - and in the end, what? You throw me away just like that? When we're just a step away from defeating-"

"Asura."

Nobunaga's carnelian eyes catch the sparse candlelight and reflect the flame as his pupils twitch to animate it. It's a hard to figure out gaze, yet Asura stays unwavering on her two feet in front of him.

He lifts his hand slowly, letting her follow its path as he brings it close to her face - then missing it, barely grazing her cheek as he touches her hair instead. They've been at battle for too long, he got used to seeing her long red hair neatly braided and tucked away. He's almost sick of it.

Bringing out the braid to rest over her shoulder and in front of his eyes, Nobunaga carefully monitors her reaction under the mask of utter calmness. He brings his other hand and slowly works the braid undone.

"You should let your hair down every once in awhile, Asura. It's been days."

As if she can afford to think of something like that, he is well-aware, alike to what her gaze is reading. Using his peripheral vision, Nobunaga can see her hands balled into fists, even if they're not twitching with anger anymore. He is far from the thought that he should fear getting a fist in his gut for what he is doing. After all, it's hardly the first time he's touching her hair.

The off-topic advice he threw at her only makes the bitterness in her mouth spike, urging her to spit another repeated question at him, in a quieter voice this time, shorter.

"Why?"

Nobunaga knows she is right to be confused with his decision. His gaze is falling way too close to her face not to take in her expression, drenched in emotion with nothing left hidden underneath. He smirks, much preferring her sarcastic grin to this. When she would bite back at his remarks, Nobunaga entertains the thought that he stares into a mirror. Yet this is where they prove to be their separate person, two stone-set viewpoints that never cross.

She believes to be lacking somewhere. Well, it's not like he didn't expect the thought to cross her mind, of course she would be quick to see the fault in herself prior to anything else.

Nobunaga sighs, suddenly unable to keep with the distracting task of unbraid her hair in the meanwhile. Being direct has always been his way, he is not going to cheat on it now.

"Asura, calm down. It's not because you're not handling orders well. That's the last reason I'd remove you from the frontlines."

Such riddle of an answer only makes her angrier. She grits her teeth, her fisted hand moving before she can think, and she punches Nobunaga's shoulder. Lightly.

He is not impressed, the impact sending him half a step back at most.

"Then why?!"

He lets her punch him again. The strength of her hands weakens with each blow, still delivered with unmistaken fierceness, yet the same hands that are meant to protect this man from all harm. She swore on it. Thus, they naturally cannot harm him.

On the next one, Nobunaga enclosures his arms around her in a hug.

She is taken aback by such deed. The question marks in her head only multiple since the second she set a foot inside this room, but now the confusion is drowning her rational mind whole.

"Asura."

This time, she lets him speak undisrupted, no matter how long it would take. The warmth that spreads from his body is so rare. It must be contagious, too, because her cheeks are burning in an instant.

"It's not because you're lacking skill." he repeats, feeling the need to continue before she can throw another tantrum, so he swallows thickly in a hurry, "It's because I can't afford to lose you."

For a second, the world comes to a complete stop - there is no anger-driven rush of blood, there is no risen temperature across her face to be felt - only white noise that looks for the echo of Nobunaga's words, for confirmation. He picks another set of words to make his mind known better.

"I can't let you be killed. You're too precious to me, Asura. Do you understand?"

She is unable to understand. Precious, as what? As a devoted warrior? What more important wars there might be that he wants her in one piece for?

And how is she to remain by his side if not following him in battle?

Asura's blood runs hot again, the brief calmness disappearing in the favor of a greater storm. This time it's Nobunaga's laugher that drives her mad.

"Judging from your reaction, I'll need to be even more direct with you. It's strange, considering how well you seem to comprehend my orders normally. Maybe I should just give you one, if you're so used to that."

Putting some distance between the two of them, Nobunaga looks right at Asura again. As much as he is serious about his next words, he can't stop the smirk from spreading on his face, nodding his head.

"Be by my side, Asura. As my woman."

The stillness of the world returns to weight down on her at once - it's a lump in her thought that doesn't allow even for the smallest noises of confusion to escape - yet it doesn't hurt. It rather gives way for a whole new set of emotions to wash over her at once, butterflies in her belly being set aflutter for reasons that are beyond her.

"Are you saying that-"

"That I love you? That I want to make you mine? It took you awhile to figure out, Asura."

Oh, she will remember that face - the face of Oda Nobunaga saying that to her, and not just because of how shocking his words are. It’s also for the fact that such rare expression rarely occupies his features, the well-known confidence paired with those iron firm words, yet, the faint traces of pink on his cheeks revealing his embarrassment.

"What are you looking so relieved for, Asura? Could it be that you love me back?"

It would appear that even in the face of an unfamiliar emotion, Nobunaga knows how to be cocky. Yet there is a unsureness in his tone, as if he is placing a risky bet on his guess being true.

But is it really true? The fast fashion in which everything progressed is making Asura's head spin, having just received Oda Nobunaga's love confession. In his typical, demanding way. She is not sure if her face depicts her whirlwind of emotions correctly, but she feels like smiling right now. Of course his confession would be like that, it's so much like him.

"I love you too, Nobunaga."

Ah, she might try to have at least a quarter of his confidence, but in the end, saying those words deal significant damage to her composure. For one, she's never felt her cheeks that hot before.

Harboring such intense and foreign feelings inside her has always driven her to be insecure. Needless to say, expressing them is not her forte. Her love for Nobunaga has been for the longest time unrealized, then later on deeply suppressed. Absurdish, if she had to put a label on it. Unrequited, in case it ever sees the light of day.

Yet he confessed first, always a step ahead of her. She still struggles to accept that her ears didn't lie to her, but there is no other explanation for the gaze he grants her with, now too. Aside from being visibly conflicted by his own embarrassment, Nobunaga strangely appears to be amused, too.

"Of course you strike right back, Fireball. And to think you were so fast to accept that you're lacking in battle in any way…"

He shortens the distance between them, grasping her chin. It all indicates his intentions so clearly - she can escape so easily if so she wishes, he makes sure of that. But she remains on her place - a mess, but one that looks forward to what is coming next.

Nobunaga claims her lips in a kiss. His arm supports her waist, encircling it, just in case her legs start to feel weak. Aside from facing the intense emotions, she must be tired, too.

It could be that he turned out to be right that brought the two of them to the floor. Lips never withdrawing from lips, their first kiss gives way to their second one, their third, and the ones that come after it - starting abruptly, ending for the sake of taking in a breather, and repeating the cycle. Asura gets the hang of it fairly fast - seeing that, unlike words, the usage of her tongue could prove to express how she really feels. There is still so much embarrassment at the back of her head, yet her heart leaps so warmly at this newfound assurance. Nobunaga loves her. She loves Nobunaga. There is no other word for it, not the ones she tried to explain it to herself with - none of the strictly formal loyalty and devotion one might feel for their lord. It's as simple as it comes, love.

By the time their tireless lips withdraw to give their beating hearts a moment of rest, the moon outside had risen on the now pitch-black sky. Its light easily suppressing the sparse one of the candles, it wraps their backs protectively in its silver brilliancy - as if sealing their promise to stay safe for each other.

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Yore Of Shooting Stars - Nobunaga

Every year on my birthday I post a little something to commemorate Nobunaga's death anniversary which so happens to be the same day, I wanted to write a little something to keep up the tradition. I hope you like it.

Words = 364

Warnings = established relationship, kissing

Excerpt = "I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes"

Summer was beginning and the nights were getting shorter and hotter. Y/n and Nobunaga were out on the balcony of Nobunaga's tenshu, watching the stars in the humid breeze. Nobunaga's arms were wrapped around Y/n as she was seated in his lap.

Suddenly a bright light shot across the deep cerulean sky and Y/n quickly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

Nobunaga angled his eyes down towards her as he watched her effulgent and elysian visage in all her glory. He waited until she her interesting action was finished but it ended up being protracted and he became impatient.

He stroked one long finger down the side of her face to draw her eyes to his. "What were you doing just now?" he inquired in confusion as her eyes flittered open to meet his.

"A shooting star just went by so I was making a wish" Y/n spoke as if it was obvious

Nobunaga hummed but before he could answer, another bright light arched across the sky.

"Quick Nobunaga, clasp your hands together and make a wish!" Y/n enthusiastically pointed out in a slight panic.

He did as she said and put his hands together in silence, he wished for the first thing that came to mind. When he opened his eyes, Y/n's curious eyes looked eager to hear his wish.

"That was a pointless activity, the stars cannot answer a person's wishes" Nobunaga boldly declared. Y/n's expression fell a little upon hearing his opinion.

"However, sharing a superstition you believe in was interesting but I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes" he declared as Y/n tilted her head in puzzlement.

"How come?" she asked inquisitively.

Out of nowhere, Nobunaga pulled her by the waist towards him and planted a deep kiss upon her lips of pulchritude before pulling away.

He looked straight into her eyes as he replied...

"Because it is my duty as your boyfriend to fulfill all your wishes. I won't let the night sky steal that from me"

Y/n chuckled quietly as she stared in mild shock, adoration and love for Nobunaga overflowing in her heart.

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