An ask from AO3! Thanks to DSrider
Slash forges at mei’s request (non interrupted nagging) a magical sword not necessarily one of the seiken but at least something to defend herself with and can channel the power of the wonder ride books
“Daishinji, have you finally lost it?” Ryo asked in incredulity, staring at the sword in his hands. “You really didn’t just go and make a brand new Seiken...?”
“I’m good, but I’m not yet that good- though I appreciate you thinking that I am,” the swordsmith replied with a smirk. He turned to the other with a stern look. “Now, you better take care of this, or I’ll take it from you faster than you can say eclair.”
He handed the blade to Mei, whose eyes sparkled with wonder as she received it. “I didn’t think you were really going to do it!” she exclaimed.
“Well. My pride as the sacred swordsmith was on the line.” Tetsuo’s chest puffed out in pride at his creation.
“...Somehow, the thought of Mei with a sword scares me a lot,” said Ren. “Do you even know how to use it?”
“Uh-huh! Kento and Rintaro have been giving me lessons!” she said as she put the baldric (also made by Tetsuo in a beautiful, dark leather) around her shoulder and sheathed the sword in its scabbard.
“Have they now?” Ryo’s eyes narrowed at his two former pupils, who suddenly found the ceiling very interesting. He sighed and scratched his head. “Well, what’s done is done, I guess. And it couldn’t hurt to have you be able to defend yourself when these three aren’t around.”
“I’m just a little confused though. If it’s not a Seiken, how come it has the slot for the Ride Books?” asked Touma, pointing at the enlarged hilt.
“Oh. I said it wasn’t a Seiken. I didn’t say she couldn’t use the Ride Books with it.” Tetsuo replied.
“Wait, what? How does that even work?” Kento asked. “Won’t she be able to transform, then?”
“She can basically use any of the ones we have, and tap into their abilities and such, the only thing she can’t do is transform.” He pouted in frustration. “I still haven’t figured that one out,” he admitted petulantly.
“I don’t know if I should feel relieved by that, or what...” Rintaro trailed off when Mei glared at him.
“Well, in any case, now that you have that, you can stop nagging me, and I can say I’ve made my ancestors proud somehow-”
Then, without warning, the Swordsman of Sound keeled over, fainting dead away, causing everyone to scream in alarm, save for Ryo who sighed as if this was all too common a sight for him.
“Ah, the idiot overworked himself again...” he sighed, shaking his head as the others fussed over the unconscious bladesmith. “When will he ever learn...?”
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There’s more on Takaya’s Insta
They’re so fucking cute it’s illegal for three boys to make me so happy just seeing them
Swordboys are love, swordboys are life
I love them so much ToT I haven’t been this attached to a cast since Build asdfghjkl I’ll miss them so much when Saber ends
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Sorry, something happened with your original ask and I had to delete it, @askrikkaiandhyotei
Anyways, here it is
Mei had to admit that cooking wasn’t exactly her strong suit.
When she lived alone, she almost always had her meals out, or got takeaway or something ready-to-eat at the convenience store. The most she could do was heat up a retort pouch of curry in boiling water, or fry up some eggs in a pan.
Living with the others changed all that.
Touma, upon finding out how his girlfriend had lived, took it upon himself to teach her how to make proper meals, chiding her about how eating pre-processed junk all the time would do her no good, and how much cheaper it is to eat one’s own cooking anyway. Rintaro and Kento also lent a hand, having learnt to fend for themselves in the Swords of Logos, but Touma was the one who painstakingly taught her everything from holding a knife properly to deep-frying tempura.
And, thankfully, it paid off. Mei was pretty confident in her cooking skills now, and all the better because her three partners were usually far too exhausted from their constant battles and training to eat, let alone cook.
“Hmm, what do you say, Ise? What do you think Mama should make for your fathers?”
“Mrrp?” the dragon chirped in confusion. Ise, being a dragon, didn’t really need his meals cooked, but he always accompanied his Mama in the kitchen when she was cooking. “Soba?” he suggested. (It’d been his new favorite word as of late.)
“Hmm... that’s a good idea. Something nice and cold would be quite refreshing...”
She went to the cupboard to retrieve the dried soba noodles, as well as the condiments for the dipping sauce. It was just a simple matter of boiling the noodles in some water, mixing and heating the condiments in a saucepan, setting those aside in the fridge to cool, then slicing up the scallions and nori to serve it with.
Then she set about making Ise’s dinner, which was just some leftover rice from lunch and some chopped up raw salmon mixed into it. It was a little disgusting with the heads and all, but Mei endured it as Ise looked at his bowl eagerly.
Mei was washing up her pots when the front door open and her swordsmen walked in, looking worse for wear. Ise jumped up from where he was napping on the couch to demand cuddles from his dads, which they were more than happy to do. “Welcome home, you three,” Mei said, shutting the water and wiping her hands off..
“We’re home, Mei,” Touma sighed as he bent down to kiss her, Kento and Rintaro following suit.
“I’ll have dinner ready in a sec, I made zaru soba tonight.”
“Thanks, Mei...” Kento said gratefully as the three boys took their place at the table. “Geez, I’m starving...”
Mei served up their dinner, dividing the soba and sauce into four plates and bowls respectively, then served them up along with Ise’s dinner. She put the nori, scallions and some wasabi on a separate plate for them to share.
“This looks good, Mei,” Rintaro praised her. Mei couldn’t help but preen with pride even though she didn’t really do much.
“Itadakimasu.” The four said together, Ise joining in with his own dragon-version of the phrase, before digging in.
“So, how was your day, you three?” Mei asked, slurping up her noodles.
“Oh... Daishinji-san had us running all over the place, and...”
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Minific of Ise getting his cuddles?
“Come here, little one,” said Daddy, holding his arms out to him, kneeling so he could climb into them easily.
Ise let out a happy coo as Daddy wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up, a gentle hand caressing through his mane. It left a trail of soft snow through his hair, which was refreshing in the warmth of the summer heat.
“Do you like that, hmm?” Daddy asked. “It’s a good thing Daddy’s powers come in handy in times like this, huh?”
“Mrrp,” Ise sighed, curling into his Daddy’s shoulders. “Daddy’s so cool... like the fridge...”
“Well, that’s a new one,” Daddy chuckled, going over to the couch and sitting on it, still cuddling him. “But as long as Ise’s happy, I don’t mind.”
Ise crooned, nuzzling his Daddy who softly laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
“Mama! Mama! You’re home!”
“Hello, my darling,” Mama greeted, putting her bag down and wrapping her arms around Ise. Ise clung to her shoulders and wrapped his tail around her torso, making her giggle. “I just got home and you’re already asking for cuddles?”
“Uh-huh. I missed Mama,” Ise replied bluntly, rubbing his head against Mama.
She laughed softly and pat his mane. Ise caught a whiff of the hand lotion she used- since it was autumn, the one she used smelled like that orange-brown pie she made for his fathers the other day. Sweet, with a hint of something woodsy and spicy.
“Aw, I missed my little Ise too,” she cooed at him, kissing his snout, making Ise shiver with pleasure. “Let’s go wait for your daddies, okay? They should come home from the Northern Base soon.” She laughed as Ise pouted at her. “And of course, I’ll give you more cuddles while we wait- but we also have to make dinner first. What do you say?”
“Okay, Mama.” Ise said as Mama put him down. Ise trotted into the kitchen after her, fully intent on getting his cuddles as soon as Mama finished cooking.
“Ise, time for bed,” Tou-chan called, already sitting cross-legged by his nest, leaning over the bookshelf. “Do you want me to read Kento-kun to you tonight?”
“Yes, please,” Ise replied, hopping up onto his bed with the eponymous plush toy in tow. Instead of curling up in his nest, though, he plopped himself in the space his Tou-chan’s legs made, his head on his Tou-chan’s chest.
Tou-chan laughed and wrapped an arm around him. “You’re cold, aren’t you? That’s why you want to cuddle with me?”
“Tou-chan is warm,” Ise defended himself. “Like Ototsuo’s special oven.”
“You’ve been sleeping inside the forge again?” Tou-chan laughed. “No wonder Daishinji-san’s been complaining about not being able to work...”
Ise pouted. “But it’s soooo coooold...” he said. “I hate winter...” he complained, frowning at his window. A snowstorm was raging outside, making it super cold, and the Northern Base wasn’t much better, being where it was.
“Well, if it’s not winter, how can Tou-chan warm you up then?” he said. “You like Tou-chan’s cuddles, right?” Ise nodded. “Then you should love winter, because Tou-chan can cuddle you more.”
Ise mulled this over for a moment. “Okay, Tou-chan.” Tou-chan beamed at his reply. “Now, can we read Kento-kun?”
“Alright, alright, let me just get the book...”
“I-Ise? Is that you?” Papa sniffled miserably, wiping his nose as he tried to sit up in bed. He threw the used tissue out, then tried to grope around for the tissue box he was using.
Ise hopped up onto the bed, nudging the tissue box closer to Papa’s hand. “Thank you, Ise.” Kento took another tissue and sneezed into it.
“Papa okay?” Ise asked, tilting his head at him.
“Oh, Papa is okay. Just the usual spring allergies,” Papa replied, laying back down on bed. “Nothing a bit of rest and some medicine couldn’t fix.”
Ise cooed, crawling to the vacant side of the bed and laying down next to his Papa, nudging his hand with his snout. His Papa, ever sharp, rolled over and threw an arm over Ise, allowing him to curl up into him and nuzzle his chest. Ise made sure not to tickle his nose, so Papa wouldn’t sneeze some more.
“Hmmm... my sweet baby,” Papa whispered, sleepily. “You being here already makes me feel better.” Ise cooed happily as Papa brushed through his mane. “But Papa is really tired... D’you wanna nap with Papa?”
“Okay, Papa.” Ise curled up more into his Papa, who sighed contentedly, still brushing through his mane.
Before Ise had known it, he had drifted off to sleep in his Papa’s arms, his Papa soon following him into a pleasant, peaceful slumber.
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Just 5 of the swordsmen. 💚💛❤💙💗
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I did not feel the tension for Touma’s impending disappearance.
If Saber happened in early 2000s, I would have worried, but in the past years, Toei tended to play it safe.
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Haouken gave Touma ability to warp reality, and he used it to have fun with his friends.
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It’s father day in Japan now… so a minific of the folks at northern base celebrating it with Sora and Ise?
Ah... I remember that last year’s Father’s Day fic was the last fic I posted before I went AWOL on everyone
Don’t worry I’m not planning to do that anytime soon again haha
The swordsmen tiredly trudged back to the command room, despite the early hour. They had just finished a gruelling confrontation with Solomon at the wee hours of the morning, and even though they had prevailed, it had been very exhausting due to the extremely early hour. They all swore that the Master was resorting to such tactics to tire them out when he realized he couldn’t just overpower them, not with Touma wielding Xross Saber now.
“I’m wiped,” groaned Ryo, barely even able to carry his sword on his back. “I just want to go back home and lie in bed all day-”
The door to the command room opened, and Sora and Ise flew out of them like a hurricane, rushing at their dads who were caught unawares and were thus sent to the floor as their sons jumped on them.
“Father!” Sora bowled Ryo over with a huge hug.
“Oof, Sora!” Ryo grunted as he fell over, making sure that he got the brunt of the fall.
The three younger swordsmen had their hands full with Ise, who refused to get up from on top of them, showering them with affectionate licks and nuzzles. They couldn’t help but start laughing with all the ticklish gestures.
“Ise, sto-haha!” Touma giggled madly when Ise covered his face dragon kisses.
“What’s gotten into you?” Kento asked, snorting as Ise’s mane tickled his neck.
“Ise, let us up-” Rintaro begged, shrieking when he got his fair share of tickles.
“Sora!” Haruka reprimanded, following after her son, Mei close on her heels. “You shouldn’t do that to your father, he might’ve been tired or hurt from the fight!”
“It’s okay, I’m fine...” Ryo waved off, rubbing Sora’s head absently, then paused and looked at his wife. “Wait... what are you doing here, Haruka?”
Haruka shook her head in exasperation. “Oh, Ryo,” she sighed. “You forgot what today was, didn’t you?”
“Wait... what today was?” Kento asked, frowning in confusion.
“You guys forgot too, didn’t you?” Mei giggled, gathering Ise into her arms. “Then again... you guys flew out of the house so fast...”
“Ah, of course,” Tetsuo suddenly said, looking down at the four of them. “It would be the first for these three, wouldn’t it?”
“The first- ooooooh, now I get it,” Ren said.
“It’s Father’s Day, don’t you re-mem-ber?” Mei laughed, poking her three boyfriends’ noses for emphasis.
“Ooooooh,” the four dads said in unison, their eyes widening in understanding, and looking at their sons who grinned toothily at them.
“Well, anyways, we got some breakfast ready for you guys,” Haruka said with a smile. “You know must be all exhausted after that fight, so we made sure to make lots of food!”
“Oh yeah! I’m starving!” Ren, ever excitable, rushed into the room ahead of everyone else. “Oh look at this spread! Hell yeah!” Tetsuo rolled his eyes, but followed the ninja in with a fond smile on his lips.
Ryo huffed as he stood up, carrying a clingy Sora in his arms. “Thanks, dear.” He kissed his wife’s forehead as they entered the room as well, leaving the polycule and their dragon baby in the hallway.
“Our first Father’s Day, huh...?” Rintaro said absently, running his fingers through Ise’s mane.
“I never thought I’d be able to have that...” admitted Kento softly. “Because... you know...” he trailed off.
“Well... we’re here, aren’t we?” said Touma softly. “And we have this little one too...”
Ise chirped at his fathers, and Mei smiled at them. “Let’s go join everyone, shall we?” she asked, pulling Ise off his fathers so they can get up. “We might not be able to get the eclairs...”
“Eclairs?!” The boys exclaimed together, smiling like fools as they rushed inside for the treat.
“Mrrp?” Ise looked up at his mother, who just chuckled with a shake of her head.
“Your dads really are something huh, Ise? But that’s why we love them, right?”
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I have no idea what I'm doing, but here we are.
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Kamen Rider Saber Ep. 41￼ Previews
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I have a headcanon about Touma being the son of Sento and Banjou (Naito slightly looks like inukai and Banjou is a dragon rider so....) it was fun to create a stupid story about that for one year x,D
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Kamen Rider Saber Ep. 40 Previews (cont.)
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Kamen Rider Saber Ep. 31 (END)
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Kamen Rider Saber Ep. 31 (Part 6)
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Kamen Rider Saber Ep. 31 (Part 5)
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