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Babysitting

I used a wheel to determine which guys I'd write for~

Intro:

"So…Why do you have a stranger's kid?…" (Y/n)'s lover stared blankly at her; a singular eyebrow quirked as he watched how she cradled a sleeping child to her chest. "One of my friends amongst the seamstresses is having to babysit her nephew because her sister is ill, since I've already finished all my commissions I offered to watch him for her." She giggled, gently brushing her fingers over the child's chubby cheeks. Her lover seemed skeptical about toting a kid around the castle, but because of how much fun she seemed to be having he had been willing to just let it happen.

Shingen

The large male chuckled from where he sat next to (Y/n), sipping his tea as he watched his lover settle the baby in her lap so that he was sitting up with his back against her torso. She was currently entertaining the baby with a puppet his aunt had brought from home for him, she was so focused on the giggling baby that she hadn't noticed Shingen's loving stare. At first, he wasn't sure about having an infant in the castle, but (Y/n) had handled every moment like a champ. Even the infant's cries hadn't been enough to frazzle her, instead she went about soothing him with a smile. The scene was enough to make him think, he had been with (Y/n) for some time now and since they were officially married the next logical step was a family. It wasn't something he had put much thought into previously, but seeing his wife playing with and taking care of this baby was enough to have him confronting himself over his own thoughts and feelings of the future. Shingen didn't come out of these thoughts until (Y/n) moved to sit beside him, the little baby giggling happily as its tiny hand grabbed hold of his sleeve. With a warm smile and large gentle hands, Shingen lifted the baby up to his level. "Not even 3 years old and you're a lady killer, what are you parents gonna do with you?" The baby giggled loudly as Shingen gently bounced him up and down, (Y/n) taking the moment of freedom to snag a skewer of mochi and begin digging into her own snack. "He really is adorable; his parents must have amazing genetics." (Y/n) giggled, watching her husband play with the baby boy was she ate her snack. She couldn't help but focus on her lover's grinning face, she took a good hard look at his features as she did her best to imagine him as a baby. She'd be lying if she claimed to have never thought about having a family with him, many early mornings were spent getting ready together and wondering how things would change when they had a child of their own. She couldn't help but gaze at the love of her life, wondering what he had looked like as a baby. Given how big Shingen was, she was confident he was the chubbiest of babies. A thought that made her cheeks flush as she smiled, the thought of having a chubby baby just made her happy.

Of course, Shingen had similar thoughts, especially when they walked through the Castel town and the children would recognize his goddess. The way they get so excited, wanting nothing more than to play and talk with the woman he loved. Sometimes he found himself daydreaming, wondering when the day would come that he'd be looking up from his desk to find his dear wife nurse the fruit of their labors. He's already worked out a few designs for some baby furniture, wanting to make it himself so he knew it was made right. He and his wife had discussed the baby furniture of the future before, the things she described gave him a lot of inspiration. "He's quite small, I was almost afraid to hold him at first." Shingen chuckled, resting the little boy on his leg and gently bouncing him. The large man couldn't help but chuckle as the little boy squealed happily, tiny hands gripping Shingen's sleeves as he bounced comfortably. "i know, it's been so long since I last babysat. When I first saw him, I was almost surprised he wasn't smaller, I forget sometimes they aren't as small as dolls." She giggled, reaching over to gently brush her hand against the thin layer of hair on the little boy's head affectionately. "Perhaps it's my height, but all babies seem absolutely tiny to me." Shingen chuckled, watching her give the boy some affection as she ate. "Probably, you are bigger than most other grown men so I can only imagine how little he must look to you." She giggled, putting down her skewer as she moved closer to Shingen and leaned into his side. She wrapped her arms around one of his, her head resting on his shoulder as she closed her eyes with a soft smile. Shingen could only chuckle, the little boy leaning back against his chest as he seemed to finally tucker himself out. "Now that's a good idea…" Shingen's low voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke softly, gently shifting the little boy to rest in his arm. "Since you finished your snack, why not come here and join me for a nap. The weather is wonderful." Shingen opened his arm, leaning back against the wall as his dear wife smiled at him and shook her head in mock-shame. "I suppose a nap won't hurt." She moved closer to him, slipping under his arm now and snuggled into him as she rested her head on his chest. Shingen had the boy cradled on his lap, leaning against his torso comfortably. It didn't take long for (Y/n) to sleep, Shingen had stayed awake a bit longer though. He wanted to enjoy the sight of holding his lover like this, looking down on the boy and that was how he KNEW it was about damn time he spoke to his wife about starting their family.

Kanetsugu

Kanetsugu stood speaking before a crowd of other vassals, it was a pretty standard meeting so why were these men staring at the man of the house? Because sat on his hip as he spoke was a 3-year-old girl, she was awake but quite content with the gentle bouncing and the sound of Kanetsugu's voice. His wife had to run into town to buy some stuff, so he had offered to watch the little girl since he had nothing to do after this meeting was over with. The little girl had been absolutely smitten with Kanetsugu, lighting up every time she saw him in a way similar to how his wife seemed to brighten whenever he'd come home at the end of the day. It made Kanetsugu chuckle whenever he saw it, this little girl reminded him of both his wife and his younger siblings. He took great part in raising his siblings, he remembered when they were all little like this and those memories were quite dear to him. At the end of the meeting Kanetsugu made his way to the kitchen, paying no mind to the odd stares he got and the whispers that followed him down the hall. He wanted to get the little girl a snack, so he planned to fix her some peaches since they were soft and easy to eat. On his way there he noticed his lover on her way down the hall. She was coming from the direction of their room, meaning she had dropped off her shopping. The young woman's face lit up; he couldn't help but give a slight smile at how she rushed up to him with her own wide grin. "I take it the meeting is over? Thanks for watching her while I ran into town." (y/n) smiled, reaching out to playfully poke the little girl's side and listen to her giggle. They exchanged the little girl, who had smuggled into (Y/n)'s chest. No doubt the woman was a bit more comfortable to lay on, for obvious reasons. "I was on my way to the kitchen to get her a snack, so it's perfect timing on your part. It'll be easier than cutting a peach one handed." He gently took her hand, since getting married, he had begun doing this any time they were together. She was his wife, something he was proud of and more than willing to display. "Food sounds good, lunch should be coming round soon. So hopefully she'll be done eating before then and we can eat without too much trouble." (Y/n) smiled up at Kanetsugu, the little girl resting on her arm and curled against her chest. She was sucking on her thumb, content with the steady sway of the woman's walk cycle.

"Maybe if we're lucky we can put her down for a nap after her snack, she hasn't had one today yet so it's about that time anyways." Kanetsugu lead his lover to the kitchen, his free hand running through his own hair as he found his gaze wandering away from the sky as he took in the sight of his lover with her friend's baby. It was such a domestic sight, something that made an odd feeling stir in him. He had never actually thought about it in depth, he knew he wanted a family, but he had never put a whole lot of thought into it. But confronted with the glimpse before him, it was like something was stirring awake. He no longer just wanted a family with her, he needed one. The thought of having evidence of their love made his heart speed up, a sort of primal shift growing inside of him at the thought of her having his child. It wasn't just animalistic desire though; his protective instinct was starting to twitch awake. To have a family with his wife, that would truly be his peace. It was like a new goal came into focus; one he couldn't wait to discuss with her later once the little girl had gone home with her mother for the night. So, for now he had to settle for gently squeezing her hand, giving her a fond gaze as he watched her talk about her experience at the market. When her gaze suddenly caught his, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Leaving her flustered as he released her hand and stepped through the threshold and into the kitchen. She stood at the doorway, watching him with curiosity as she failed to fight the love-struck smile that crossed her face when watching the man, she loved prepare food for the little girl in their care.

Motonari

Motonari watched his wife with a grumpy pout, on her lap was a 4-year-old that had proven to be the bane of this man's existence. This little boy would not accept anyone but her, and God forbid Motonari be allowed to hug or touch his wife. The boy didn't throw a hissy fit, oh no, worse yet the little boy would hold his palm out to Motonari with a firm but docile "No." With the most expressionless stare Motonari has seen in his life, he hadn't been able to so much as hug his wife with this little boy around. The kid refused to be held by anyone else, he was always giving Motonari such a blank faced stare and it never failed to make the man laugh out of mild frustration. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. He was competing with a kid for his wife, and it wasn't even his kid. At the end of the day, this kid goes home with someone else, so there is NO competition. Each time Motonari reminded himself of this, rolling his eyes at the jealous side that was near desperate to hold her hand. Though there was some odd part of him that was satisfied with watching his wife interact with this little boy, even when he was fussy, she was calm as can be when handling him. Plus, there was the pride he took in having a wife so loved by so many people, she was the prize jewel out of all his treasures. Currently the two were waiting for the little boy's aunt, (Y/n)'s friend, to come and pick up the little boy for the night. The sun was an hour or two from setting, and he was doing his best to be patient as he had a staring contest with the little boy. At least until the child reached out to him, making a grabby motion that had (Y/n) lighting up. "Aw, he wants you to hold him!" She was excited, moving closer to Motonari, who for just a moment was panicking, he did not have a plan for this particular option. So he had let his wife lead him into holding the little boy on his lap, the boy sat with his back to Motonari's chest. His little head was leaned back on Motonari's collarbone, he still had one hand holding onto (Y/n)'s finger so she had to sit against Motonari's side. Seizing his chance, he slid his free arm around her waist as his other was draped over the boy's stomach to keep him steady.

"I guess you respecting his boundaries earned his trust, that's so sweet." She smiled brightly, nuzzling Motonari's shoulder in a way that never ceased to make him melt inside. This was a situation he had never imagined in his life, the male having never actually thought about having kids of his own. Sure, he knew kids existed, but he never thought about HIS kids existing. This whole situation felt so surreal, looking down at his lover and this child no longer felt real. All of a sudden it felt dreamlike, as if he was discovering something for the first time. A wide array of emotions overwhelmed him, from a strange anxiety to what could only be described as an intense contentment. He had come a long way from the person he was when he and his wife first met, but even still to have such a large discovery out of nowhere was almost startling. He hadn't felt like this since he first realized he truly loved his wife; it was a feeling that could be described with the word emotion. It was so much at once, and yet he felt calm in an odd way. His face was flaming, silently staring at his lover as he processed everything. Of course she had noticed his stare, she had trying speaking to him, but he never responded and now she was simply flustered by the look he was giving her. It was almost innocent, the flustered look mixed with confusion and surprise. Leaning forward she placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, suddenly bursting the bubble he had previously been absorbed in. It took every ounce of self-control in him not to jump, he had already embarrassed himself enough today. The hand that had been around her waist came up, pulling her close and tucking her head into the crook of his neck as he tried to hide his flustered state. These new realizations had him feeling energized in an odd way, he simply had to have her close right now. He knew the look on his face was probably quite out of character for him, and he was embarrassed to admit how little control he actually had over his current behavior. He wanted to hide his emotional state, and what better way to do that then basking in the affection and the touch of his wife that he had wanted all day. Once the boy was returned, he planned to spend the rest of the day and night with his wife in their room. He wanted only her presence, only her voice and scent. Only her.

Masamune

(Y/n) currently sat at a banquet between her boss Nobunaga and her lover Masamune, across from her was Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi. Meanwhile in her lap was a 1-one-year old little girl, the niece of a friend that was taking care of her sister until the woman's husband got home from work. Because of that (Y/n) had brought the baby to the banquet, it was fairly late, and the baby was full from where (Y/n) had taken the baby home long enough to eat and give the mom a chance to see her. The little girl had been quite content after eating, and so now she was happily babbling away at Keiji while Masamune fed his wife a bit of rice. "I shouldn't be surprised you volunteered for such a task; you always do manage to find the most amusing situations." Mitsuhide chuckled from across the woman, drinking some sake and letting a servant refill it. "She was a little fussy at first, but once she got comfortable with us it got a bit easier. Her aunt should be back to get her soon. She's just waiting for the woman's husband to come home to take care of his wife." Masamune chuckled, sitting close to his lover's side as he'd raise bites for her to take and fed her her meal before he had even touched his. He had spent most the day doing paperwork, which left (Y/n) to bear the brunt of the child's care. He wanted to give her a small break and help out now that he wasn't busy, plus he had been wanting to give her some love all day. She was just too cute, playing with and fawning over the baby girl currently in her arms. Looking at the little girl he could admit she was cute, but he just knew their baby would be even cuter. If he had a little girl that looked just like his wife, he'd be over the moon. In truth he wanted a larger family, something he and his lover had discussed many times. They want quite a few children; they hadn't really been trying for kids as of late but also hadn't been avoiding it either. But today made him feel it was time, seeing the way she cared for the little girl, even when she screamed and cried, had reaffirmed in him that they could do this, and it was about time to take the first steps officially.

Once his wife had finished her food he had set the chopsticks down, using one hand to hold one of her own as the other brought his cup of tea up to his lips so he could take a sip. "It seems so natural; I was worried you'd struggle with her when I first saw you in the halls this morning. But you seem to have everything under control." Hideyoshi smiled, taking a bite of some roasted vegetables while observing the baby girl in his friend's lap. Despite all the noise she almost seemed ready to fall asleep, the group laughing at how her tiny head bobbed before she finally gave up and completely rested across the woman's lap as her haori functioned as a makeshift cover. "I won't lie it was hard to be calm sometimes, but I eventually found a good rhythm for cycling through what she wanted or needed until I could find what I needed. Then it just kinda got easier to tell what she was wanting, plus after visiting her mom to drink her fill she's been quite content and a lot less fussy." (Y/n) giggled, gently rubbing the baby's stomach with her free hand. She watched the baby sleep with a fond gaze, her mind wandering to places that her observant friends could easily predict. For Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, and Hideyoshi; it was the same look Masamune got any time they noticed him watching her interact with the little girl. Oh yes, they knew it was only a matter of time before they had children running about the castle whenever the pair would come to visit from Aoba. "Well, at least you'll have practice for when you and Lord Masamune have a child. It'll be quite the sight to see." Mitsunari spoke openly with a fond smile on his face, and as flustered as it made her, (Y/n) couldn't fight the smile she felt forming on her face. She'd be lying if she said taking care of the little girl made her wonder how things would be when they DID have their own child, she'd love to have a little boy that looked just like her husband. Though she had known for a while she wants more than one child, as aware as she is of what childbirth is like in this era she wouldn't miss the chance to have the family she desires with the man she loves. "You guys will be the first we tell when I fall pregnant, I promise Mitsunari." She giggled some, at least until she felt Masamune's arm wrap around her waist. "It'll be more than that, we'll be staying here during your pregnancy that way I can be sure of your safety. Plus, Ieyasu will be a boon to have on standby." The blonde let out an indignant snort but said nothing back. The fussy blonde being surprisingly quiet about Masamune's desire to have him care for Hime in such a state, and none of the other warlords seemed bothered at the idea of a pregnant woman waddling around the castle. Something that both embarrassed (Y/n) and made her feel overjoyed, as she knew she had everyone's support when it came time for this new step in her life.

Kenshin

Everyone stared intently at the trio during a war council, sitting in his usual place was Kenshin. And as per usual, he was the one making a scene. In his lap sat his wife, odd but not entirely unexpected. And then on her lap was a little boy, a 4-year-old she had volunteered to watch during the day for her friend who was caring for an ill family member. The group had been stuck at the hip since the little boy's arrival, though at first Kenshin had been a little jealous and that had been why he was being more openly affectionate than usual. But it was less than 2 hours before his reasoning shifted, some part of him deeply enjoyed watching his wife happily interact with the child. He had thought about having a family with her for many years, even before they had married. Though he had yet to put his desires into words, he didn't want to pressure her and had originally decided he'd just wait for her to approach him when she was ready. But now, while Kanetsugu went over his report for his recent observation mission, Kenshin wanted nothing more than a way to bring up his desires without pressuring his love. Starting a family was a big deal after all, he didn't want her to force herself into something she isn't ready for just to try and please him. Kenshin was staring off into the distance, his chin resting on the top of his lover's head while the little boy in her lap played with a stuffed animal. His vassals watched, absolutely astonished. Even Shingen was quite intrigued with his friend's behavior, meanwhile Kanetsugu could feel his eye twitching as he figured out long ago his Lord was barely listening, and they'd probably have to talk about this again later. Of course (Y/n) wasn't dumb, she could tell what everyone was thinking, and she did kind of feel bad for Kanetsugu. Before Kanetsugu left for his mission Kenshin had the Fearsome God of war, when he returned however he was Kenshin Lord of the bunnies. Sure, he still went to war, but he had changed in many ways. Kanetsugu could recognize the good, but he often found himself surprised at how (Y/n) brought out a childlike behavior in Kenshin.

Sometimes it made Kanetsugu want to laugh, but when his Lord is just blank face no thought staring at him in the middle of a war council, he wanted to throw something. Not that he actually would. He tried to soothe himself by observing his Lord's situation while he spoke, knowing that at least Shingen, Yukimura and Sasuke were listening. From the outside, you'd almost think they were a family. A thought that did calm the white-haired male's irritation, his Lord seemed so content. Kenshin was always quite happy when he had (Y/n) in his lap, but the addition of the child seemed to bring something out of the male. Kanetsugu didn't miss how his lord had gently pulled his wife closer, the blonde man's hand occasionally coming up to pet the little boy on the head absent mindedly. It only further reassured Kanetsugu's expectation that this is likely going to be the future, he wasn't quite sure how he was gonna handle this, but he was sure it was going to involve late night drinks with a recap of the war council. By the time Kanetsugu had come to this conclusion he had finished his explanation of the survey he had been sent on, and as he stepped back to return to his previous seat Kenshin seemed to realize that everything was over. On the outside Kenshin seemed somewhat normal, but Kanetsugu could see the slight surprise in his lord's features upon realizing he had missed the entire council. "I see, I do have a few questions, but we can discuss those later. Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?" Kenshin gazed around the room, wanting to make sure there wasn't anything left to discuss before he dismissed the meeting. When it was concluded that there was nothing else to talk about, Kenshin released everyone to go back to their daily duties. "It's almost time for lunch Kenshin, did you want to go out to eat? The weather has been nice the past few days." (Y/n) smiled, leaning back so that she rested against his chest. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek with a warm smile. After the door had been closed and everyone left, she let the little boy up so that he could explore the room a bit. Where the two adults sat, they could see every corner of the room and could easily monitor him. "Sure, we can make a date of it. The little one won't notice, and we can stop by a tea house for dessert after if you want." Though Kenshin didn't really like sweets, he still enjoyed the tea house atmosphere while he watched her enjoy her desserts. "You know me too well." She giggled, pressing another kiss to his cheek as they spent a few quiet moments in each other's arms. Watching over the little boy in front of them, both having only the thought of discussing family with each other at the end of the night.

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alrunemara · 9 days ago

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Friendly Banter

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alrunemara · 9 days ago

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Hello! I love your headcanons!

Can you do hcs

Where the warlords make their baby cry (you can pick the gender!)? Like they accidentally gave the baby a scare while playing with them or maybe while disciplining them?

I saw the rules and you say 5 warlords at max

So I'll just pick my top favourite qwq

Mitsuhide, Kenshin, Kanetsugu, Nobunaga and......uhhhh Ieyasu!

Thank you so much!

This is so adorable! Thank you for the request!

Warlords accidentally make their babies cry.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Nobunaga isn’t really used to taking care of children, but he makes an effort to be more gentle and kind when you both have a baby girl. His voice is naturally deep, and it seems impossible to make it softer than it is, but surprisingly the baby seems to feel calm when he speaks.

The problem is when he uses his commanding voice, it happened during a war council when he decided to look after your daughter. The moment he spoke in a commanding tone, the began crying, which made him panic mid council. Took sometime for him to be able to calm the baby with his softer voice. You needed to come to the council comfort the baby before Nobunaga offered her Konpeito.

Mitsuhide akechi.

So, mitsuhide can be a bit frightening with that fox like smirk and deep voice, but he could school his face to seem softer for the baby girl. Naturally it wasn’t that hard for him to change his expressions into the one he wants. But the moment he decided to tease hideyoshi while smirking, he felt his daughter whimpering in his arms.

That made both him and hideyoshi panic to calm her down and make her laugh, which made mitsuhide’s attempt to tease loose its effect. Eventually Mitsuhide would give the baby back to you, feeling like he needed to improve as a father.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Ieyasu is terrible with children, but he would make an effort to learn when you both had a baby boy. He would need to learn how to speak more softly, how to be less sarcastic and so on. Well, it was his turn to watch over the baby, but he had to work.

Your baby is only learning how to crawl, so he keeps an eye on him while working. The problem is, he notices the baby messing with some herbs and naturally panics, which made him take it from the baby immediately while saying “don’t touch that!”. It was out of concern, but it obviously made the baby cry, which made Ieyasu pull him for a hug and try and comfort him. You would find them both cuddling.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin is intimidating to everyone who meets him, yet he is the softest with you and your baby girl. His daughter is so small and seems so unafraid of him that he promised himself that he would never let her see his more intimidating side. The problem is, a situation comes up that forces him to scold his soldiers while taking care of his daughter, and his sharp glare and threatening tone makes her cry.

Kenshin immediately looses his posture and tries making his daughter smile, though it required your help eventually and the bunnies to calm the baby down.

Kanetsugu.

Kanetsugu has a resting face that naturally scares people, mostly because of how serious and intimidating he is, he does take a bit of it after his lord. When you both have a baby boy together, he does try to soften his expressions, though it seemed hard for him to change this aspect. It didn’t seem like his son minded it much though, he was always calm or giggling at kanetsugu, which seemed to catch his father off guard.

When he was scolding some vassals on their poor job and how they needed to improve to be able to serve lord kenshin well, the baby began whimpering because of how scary he looked. However, Kanetsugu didn’t panic, but calmly changed his tone to a more calm one to calm the baby down. With how calmly he handled it, you were very impressed with his ability to handle situations like this.

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alrunemara · 9 days ago

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Happy birthday to the prettiest yandere ✨️💙

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alrunemara · 9 days ago

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Fleeting Memories

Kenshin struggles to overcome his grief after the death of his wife, straining his relationship further with his children. He became detached and distant. (Last Part!)

Warning: Heavy angst, bad daddy Kenshin, unnamed MC

Children: Uesugi Takeru (13 years old), Uesugi Ken (13 years old), Uesugi Sakura (5 years old)

Other children: Takeda Oujiro, Takeda Himeko (11 years old)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Thank you to anyone who has read this story, tbh it is lacking so much and I swear there are a lot of cringe moments. It was fun doing this. I hope you will enjoy this last part.

Also shout out to @reii-ichi for this lovely art!💕

Always happy to see more daddy Kenshin content! 🤭

The castle bustled with the energy of a new day, but Kenshin sat alone in his study, nursing a cup of sake.

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-Kasugayama Castle-

He stared at the papers on his desk, war reports, letters from retainers, but they blurred together. His mind drifted back to the image of his daughter crying.

Letting Sakura return was a mistake, he thought bitterly, taking another swig of sake. She doesn’t belong here.

“Father,” Ken’s voice broke through his thoughts. The blonde boy stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“You broke her gift, didn't you?”

Kenshin didn’t look up. “I have no time for such a useless trinket.”

Ken’s jaw tightened. He muttered a curse under his breath and left without another word.

...........

Sakura giggled and skipped among the scattered blossoms.

Takeru followed close behind, arms crossed but smiling faintly as he watched her. “You’re going to trip if you keep running like that, Sakura.”

“No, I won’t!” she called back, spinning in circles. Her laughter rang out, light and carefree, until it was interrupted by a sudden, harsh cough.

...........

Kenshin stiffened, the cup in his hand freezing mid-air when he heard one of his children screaming. He hot to his feet, the sake cup shattering as it hit the floor. The urgency in Ken’s voice sent a chill through him.

He was already moving, his feet pounding against the wooden floor as he rushed to the garden.

The sight stopped him cold.

In the garden, Takeru knelt on the ground, holding a limp and pale Sakura in his arms. Her doll lay forgotten in the grass beside her.

“She just fell,” Takeru stammered, his usual calm composition completely broke as tears streaming down his face. “She said her chest hurt, and then... ”

Kenshin didn’t speak. He crossed the garden in two long strides, his heart racing as he knelt beside his children.

“Wake up,” he said sharply, his voice more commanding than gentle.

She didn’t respond. He pressed a hand to her forehead, it was burning hot. His heart clenched.

“Inside. Now.”

Takeru hesitated, his tears spilling over. “But—”

“Now!” Kenshin snapped, scooping Sakura into his arms and carrying her toward her room. He moved with such urgency.

“Someone, get a healer!” Ken shouted, running close behind.

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Ken paced back and forth, his hands clenched tightly at his sides. “Why aren’t they here yet?” he growled.

“They’re taking too long!” Takeru snapped, his voice sharp, filled with an anger that rarely surfaced. He knelt by Sakura, holding her small, limp hand, his face pale. “She doesn’t have time for this!”

Ken slammed his fist against the wall, startling a servant nearby. “I’ll drag them here myself!” He turned to leave, determination blazing in his eyes.

“Ken, stop!” Takeru called after him, but it was too late. His twin was already gone. Left behind, Takeru gritted his teeth and knelt down, he gently held Sakura's hand.

“She’ll be fine,” he murmured, as much to himself as to her. “You’ll be fine. Just hold on.”

After a while, Ken burst through the doors, his clothes dusted with dirt and his eyes burning with fury. Behind him stumbled the healer, her face pale and fearful.

“You’re late!” Takeru roared, his voice echoing through the room.

The healer bowed deeply, trembling as she stepped forward. “Forgive me, young master, I came as fast as I—”.

“Enough,” Kenshin’s cold voice cut through the tension, silencing everyone.

His piercing gaze fell on the healer. “Do your job,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The healer knelt beside Sakura, her hands shaking as she examined the child. Sweat beaded on her forehead under Kenshin’s and his sons’ watchful stares.

“She has a high fever,” the healer began, her voice barely audible. “It is severe, and—”

“And what?” Kenshin’s voice was low and dangerous. He stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. “If this child does not recover, you will regret ever stepping foot in this castle. Do I make myself clear?”

The healer paled, bowing so deeply her forehead nearly touched the floor.

“I- I will do everything within my power to help our young lady, my lord."

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Sakura’s condition remained fragile on the next day. Shingen and his children had been staying at the castle during the turmoil, but word arrived that issues in Kai required Shingen’s immediate attention.

“I have to go,” Shingen told Kenshin, his voice heavy with regret as they stood in the hallway. “Kai needs me, but I wish I could stay longer.”

“Go,” Kenshin said simply, his tone unreadable.

Oujiro tried his best to hold back tears, while Himeko clung to her father’s arm, sobbing uncontrollably. The usually spirited 11-year-old girl could barely speak through her cries.

“I don’t want to leave!” she wailed. “Sakura’s still so sick. What if she doesn’t—”

“She will,” Shingen interrupted firmly, though his expression softened. He knelt before his daughter, placing his hands on her shoulders. “She’s strong, Himeko. You have to believe in her. Say your goodbyes for now, and we’ll return soon.”

Himeko sniffled but nodded. She approached Sakura’s bedside, her lower lip trembling as she clutched Sakura’s hand.

“Get better, okay?” she whispered. “I will visit again, we will play together.”

Sakura, barely conscious, gave a weak nod, her lips curling into the faintest smile.

...........

Days passed, and the castle grew quieter.

Kenshin had long convinced himself that his stoicism was a strength, a shield to protect his children and himself from the pain of their loss. But now, as he sat outside Sakura’s room, he felt that shield crack.

The faint sound of her cough seeped through the walls, gnawing at his resolve. He couldn’t focus on anything, his mind kept returning to her frail form, her trembling voice calling out for him.

Ken and Takeru remained by her side constantly, but Kenshin found excuses to linger nearby, watching through the doorway or pretending to check on the healer’s progress.

He hesitated before stepping inside, his footsteps almost silent.

“Father?” Ken’s sharp voice cut through the quiet. The boy was awake, his arms crossed as he glared at Kenshin. “Why are you here?”

Kenshin frowned. “Do I need permission to check on my own daughter?”

Ken didn’t back down. “You haven’t cared before. What’s changed now?”

“Ken,” Takeru muttered, trying to de-escalate.

But Kenshin’s gaze didn’t waver. “I was wrong,” he said simply, his voice firm.

Ken blinked, caught off guard by the blunt admission.

Kenshin knelt beside Sakura, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. His hand lingered for a moment, trembling slightly before he withdrew it.

Ken and Takeru exchanged a glance, they still feel skeptical, but decided to leave their father be.

...........

On the next day, Takeru and Ken had to continue their lessons and training as they could no longer skip them, so Kenshin decided to watch over his daughter.

The healer knelt trembling on the tatami floor, her hands shaking as she packed away her supplies. “The fever is dangerously high,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “If it doesn’t break soon…”

Her words hung heavily in the air, unfinished.

Kenshin's arms crossed, his shadow stretching ominously across the room. Without his sons nearby, his cold presence was even more pronounced. His piercing gaze bore into the healer, making her almost paralyzed with fear.

“You’re telling me there's nothing more we can do?” Kenshin’s voice was low, yet it carried an edge of menace that made the healer flinch.

“M-my lord, I have tried everything,” she stammered, bowing deeply. “It is up to her will now…”

Kenshin stepped forward, his footsteps deliberate and heavy. The air grew colder as he towered over her.

“If she dies, your failure will not be forgiven,” he said, his voice like ice. “Pray to your gods that your efforts are enough.”

The healer bowed even lower, her forehead nearly touching the ground. “Y-yes, my lord.” She scurried away, the sound of her hurried footsteps fading down the corridor.

Kenshin stood motionless for a long moment, staring at the small, fevered form on the futon. He had been through wars, had watched men fall in agony, yet nothing had ever torn him apart like the sight of his daughter, so frail and helpless.

Her tiny face was flushed, damp hair clinging to her forehead. Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps.

“Daddy…”

Her voice, weak and trembling, shattered the icy armor around his heart. Her eyes fluttered open, barely able to focus on him.

“I… I’m sorry,” she whispered, her small hand twitching as if trying to reach for him.

“I didn’t mean to be bad… Please don’t hate me.”

Kenshin’s chest tightened painfully. His jaw clenched as he knelt beside her.

“You… foolish child,” he murmured, his voice cracking.

“Please… don’t be mad,” she continued, her voice breaking. “I’ll get better soon. I’ll be good.”

Kenshin couldn’t hold it in anymore. The walls he had so carefully built around himself came crashing down.

“Stop,” he whispered hoarsely, his hand fisted tightly. “Don’t say that. Don’t…”

Sakura’s lips quivered, tears slipping from her fevered eyes. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” Kenshin choked, bowing his head, his tears falling freely. “Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault... ”

It's mine.

For the first time, he allowed himself to call her name.

“Sakura.”

Her name felt heavy on his tongue, but it was a truth he could no longer deny.

“Stay with me,” he whispered. “Don’t leave. I can’t... I can’t lose you too.”

“You don’t hate me?” Her voice weakening, a sign that she was falling asleep.

“Never,” Kenshin said firmly, he reached out for her tiny hand. “I could never hate you. I’ve been a fool.”

Sakura was already asleep so he didn't know if she heard all of it. Kenshin didn’t move. He stayed at her side, his hand never leaving hers, as the night stretched on.

He would not fail her again.

.............

In the solitude of his study, Kenshin set the broken crane on the workbench.

He surveyed the tools and materials at hand. Among them, a small container of nikawa sat tucked in the corner. The glue, made from animal hide, had been used by his craftsmen for years to repair furniture and ceremonial items. He set it over a brazier to warm, the faint smell of the adhesive filling the room.

Carefully, he cleaned the splintered edges of the crane, sanding them down just enough to fit the pieces together snugly. The nikawa softened as it warmed, turning into a smooth, sticky paste. Kenshin dipped a fine brush into the adhesive and began applying it to the fractures with meticulous care.

The process was slow. Each piece needed time to set before he could move on to the next, and the delicate wings required extra attention. His hands, so accustomed to the weight of a sword, trembled slightly as he held the fragile crane.

As dawn broke, Kenshin pressed the final piece into place and held it steady until the glue set. The crane was not perfect, small scars remained where the wood had splintered, but it stood whole once more.

........

The early morning felt unexpectedly calming. Kenshin stayed at Sakura’s side, his hand resting lightly on hers. Ken and Takeru dozed fitfully nearby, they were clearly exhausted because of their lessons and training. Despite warnings that they might catch the sickness, they refused to sleep anywhere but near their little sister.

Sakura’s breaths, once shallow and uneven, had begun to deepen. Kenshin barely moved, his heart pounding at every little sound she made. He was afraid to hope, but when the healer finally arrived to check her again, the woman’s face lit up with cautious optimism.

“The fever has broken,” she said quietly, bowing to Kenshin. “Young lady Sakura is recovering.”

Ken and Takeru, who had just woken up, smiled widely at the news. Kenshin closed his eyes briefly, sighing out in relief as well.

.........

When Sakura woke, her fever has indeed broken as the colour has returned to her chubby little face, Kenshin was there, the repaired crane in his hands.

“You fixed it?” she whispered, her voice soft but filled with wonder.

Kenshin nodded. “I tried my best, but it's not perfect.”

Sakura took the crane, cradling it gently. “It’s perfect,” she murmured, her eyes lighting up with joy.

“Did he... just fix something for Sakura?” Ken muttered, rubbing his eyes as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Maybe he’s possessed,” Takeru suggested.

“Thank you, father.” she murmured, her voice stronger than before.

Kenshin frowned. “It’s ‘Daddy,’” he corrected, his tone firm but not unkind.

The little girl blinked adorably at him, then gave a tiny, shy smile. “Daddy…”

The corners of Kenshin’s lips twitched upward, and he nodded. “Much better.”

Ken and Takeru both froze at the exchange.

Ken whispered in disbelief, “Did he just asked her to call him 'Daddy'?”

Takeru grimaced, looking deeply uncomfortable. “I think she did. Please don’t make us say it.”

“Yeah, no way,” Ken muttered. “He’s ‘Father’ or ‘Old Man.’ That’s it.”

Kenshin shot them a pointed look. “Would you like to say something, boys?”

Both twins straightened up immediately, shaking their heads vigorously. “Nothing, Father!” they chorused.

Sakura giggled weakly, watching her brothers squirm. “Daddy’s nice…”

Ken raised an eyebrow at her. “You sure we’re talking about the same person, Sakura?”

Sakura giggled again, her laugh light and joyous. “Ken… you’re silly.”

Ken crossed his arms. Takeru leaned in, careful not to squish her as he hugged her.

“You better get strong soon. I need someone to help me fight Ken.”

“Hey!” Ken protested, but he leaned in too, wrapping his arms around both of them.

Kenshin watched his children, his heart swelling with a mix of love and regret. He knelt down and pulled all three of them into a firm embrace.

The twins froze, glancing at each other in silent panic.

“I think Father is truly sick. Or this might be a dream.” Ken whispered, pinching Takeru’s arm.

“Ow!” Takeru hissed. “It’s real, you idiot.”

Sakura snuggled closer into her father’s arms, her giggles bubbling up again. “Daddy’s hugging us…”

Ken groaned. “Can you not call him that?”

Sakura’s laughter grew louder, which made her brothers and father smile as well.

Kenshin held them tighter, vowing silently to protect his children and never let them drift apart again. It might be difficult to atone for all of his mistakes, but he would never give up, just like how his children had never given up on him.

Outside, the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, their soft petals swirling like whispers of hope. Kenshin glanced toward the window, the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

It was almost as if his late wife was there, watching over them, her presence lingering in the gentle breeze. He could almost hear her voice, warm and full of pride, urging him to cherish this precious bond, to hold his family close.

And for the first time in years, Kenshin felt a fragile but certain peace take root in his heart.

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Very excited to present you the 💗 IKEMEN SERIES SHIP CHART! 💗

-> ship charts have been going around in the fandom recently so I had the idea of making one myself that would include elements that are unique to the ikemen games! It turned out to be quite difficult of a task I'm not gonna lie, especially because I really wanted it to be inclusive of all kinds of ships - you can fill it out with your selfship, oc x canon, or even character x character! If anything's unclear don't hesitate to ask me! <3 Have fun with it and continue the tag chain by mentioning your friends under this post, I don't mind the spam at all! Special thanks to Scummy who helped me with the making of this!

Picrew link in source (feel free use whatever else you want to for the pictures!)

Here's mine. Happy 5th anniversary to me and Napo 🥺💗💗💗 (06/19)

Tagging: @scummy-writes @yarnnerdally @groovylita @queengiuliettafirstlady @judejazza @natimiles @inkys-garden @sh0jun @lorei-writes @venulus @fang-and-feather @vioisgoinginsane @ludivineikewolf @jozhenji @oda-princess @krys-loves-otome @keithsandwich @rou-luxe @leonscape @lucyw260

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Hiii! 👋

For the new event can i have 😘 for Kenshin?

[😘] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍…

KENSHIN:

...Or at least that was the plan, to only stop once you get a reaction out of him.

The brush is still as sturdy in his hand as in the beginning, writing down column after column without any pauses that aren't for the purpose of applying more ink to the tip of the bristles.

You remain where you are behind him on your knees, arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders as his cheeks are in perfect reach for your lips' relentless love attacks. Changing your approach, instead of a series of quick pecks, you place a slower, noisier Mmmuah right on the left side of his sharp jaw.

Still nothing.

It's rare for him to ignore you like that. Well, he is a busy man, it's still quite something that you're presented with the opportunity to have alone time with him at all while he works, granted that he's not at War Council right now. A pang of guilt snakes its way into your chest as you slowly drag your weight down until you're seated back on your heels, with Kenshin's face nowhere near kiss range anymore.

The barely audible sound of the brush dragging against the paper dies down in the silence of the room.

"Why did you stop?"

The hand not holding the brush makes its way up his torso until it's placed over yours. Kenshin turns his head slightly to the side, and while he still can't meet your gaze, you can tell he's giving you a serene smile.

"Keep giving me love while I work. I promise to give you lots in return once I'm done. I could kiss you like that while you're sewing if you want to."

∎ Steal My Heart!! - xxsycamore’s 1500 followers celebration event | 💌 event masterlist

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⌕ death note • light yagami.

♡ like or reblog if you save/use.

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alrunemara · 14 days ago

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alrunemara · 16 days ago

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Slow Burn Realization Prompts

✶ “when did it happen? when did i start looking at you like that?”

✶ “i think i always knew, i just didn’t want to ruin it.”

✶ “you’re the only constant in my chaos.”

✶ “everyone else faded. you stayed.”

✶ “you laugh, and something in me aches to keep you happy.”

✶ “i didn’t mean to fall for you. i just... tripped into it, slowly.”

✶ “i watched you fall asleep one night and everything just clicked.”

✶ “i tried to convince myself it was just friendship. it never was.”

✶ “i think the scariest part is how much sense you make.”

✶ “and then one day, i looked at you and thought: ‘oh. it’s you.’”

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alrunemara · 23 days ago

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No Longer Human

Edward Elric x Gn!Reader

summary: Ed breaks down, confessing he doesn’t feel worthy of love because of what he’s lost. You remind him of all the ways he’s still whole.

Edward doesn’t cry often.

Not because he’s too proud, though there’s certainly some of that, but because something in him locked up the ability long ago—sealed behind old scars and the laws of Equivalent Exchange. He bled out his tears alongside his limbs and brother’s body in a circle of blood and grief.

But tonight, you find him on the floor, back to the wall, knees pulled to his chest, and his automail hand clenched so tight around his flesh wrist you can see the strain in every tendon.

He doesn’t even look up when you enter the room. His eyes are glassy, golden, but dull. Dim. Like someone forgot to turn the lights back on inside his head.

You shut the door gently behind you and don’t say anything right away.

There are things you know about Edward Elric—things he doesn’t always say out loud, but you’ve learned to read them in the cracks between his words. The way he sometimes stares at his hand like it’s not his. The way he flinches from mirrors, sleeps facing the wall, and never, ever lets anyone touch the scars near his shoulder.

So you sit down beside him. Not too close. Just enough that he knows you’re there.

He still doesn’t move.

You wait.

After a long minute, his voice comes out low and rough. “I can’t feel it.”

You glance at him. His eyes are locked on his automail hand. The metal fingers flex, then curl into a fist. “What can’t you feel?”

“This,” he says, shaking his head. “Me. Anything.”

His hand drops to his side. “Sometimes I forget this isn’t mine. I go to scratch an itch and realize I’m just digging metal into skin. Or I reach for something hot and it burns my palm, and I can’t even feel it.”

Your heart tightens, but you stay quiet. Let him speak.

He does. Slowly, like rusted gears finally grinding into motion.

“I hate looking in the mirror. I hate hearing the way people talk about me—‘Fullmetal,’ like I’m some damn machine. And I hate that part of me—part of me still thinks maybe they’re right.”

“Ed—”

“No, listen.” His voice rises. He sounds tired, brittle. “They talk about Equivalent Exchange like it’s this sacred law. But what kind of equivalent is this?” He gestures to himself. “A brother for a leg. A mother for an arm. A childhood for a graveyard of mistakes.”

You inch a little closer, but he doesn’t react. His eyes are locked ahead, seeing things long gone.

“I wake up some days and I’m not even sure if I’m human anymore. I look at myself and all I see is everything I lost. Everything I failed to protect.”

You finally speak, gently. “You protected Al.”

“At what cost?” His jaw clenches. “He still doesn’t have his body. I can’t eat without phantom pain. I can’t even sleep without dreaming about that damn gate—Truth staring me down like it’s waiting for me to fall apart.”

He breathes out, shaky. “Maybe it already knows I’m not whole. Maybe I never was.”

The silence that follows is suffocating. You can hear the snow brushing against the window, faint winds howling outside. But inside this room, it’s like time has frozen around his pain.

So you do what you can. You speak softly, sincerely.

“Edward… you’re wrong.”

He looks at you, startled. Maybe he expected comfort, but not contradiction.

“You’re not ‘less than.’ You’re not broken. And you’re not just your scars or your mistakes.”

He scoffs, turning away. “You don’t know what it’s like.”

“I don’t,” you admit. “But I do know what it’s like to see someone I care about hurt himself from the inside out.”

You reach for his hand—not the metal one, but the real one. You take it carefully, slowly, letting him pull away if he wants.

He doesn’t.

“You feel like you’re no longer human,” you say, squeezing gently, “but that’s only because you’ve had to carry so much grief you forgot what it’s like to just be. You’ve been surviving for so long you forgot how to exist.”

“You forgot how to live.”

Edward’s throat works around a sound. You think it might’ve been a sob, choked off at the last second.

You shift closer and rest your forehead lightly against his. “But I see you, Ed. I see the boy who fights for his brother, who puts his life on the line for strangers, who argues about milk and still gets flustered when someone gives him a compliment.”

That pulls a small huff from him. Barely a breath of a laugh. But it’s there.

“I see someone who’s more human than most people I’ve ever met. Because you care. Because you feel. Because you try.”

His eyes squeeze shut, and finally, finally, something cracks.

A tear spills down his cheek. Then another.

You guide him in slowly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He sinks into it like he’s never been held before. His body shakes—not violently, but in that subtle, exhausted way people do when they’ve been holding everything in for too long.

“I’m tired,” he whispers, voice cracking. “I’m so damn tired of pretending I’m okay.”

“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” you whisper back. “Not with me.”

His arms come around you slowly, awkwardly—his metal hand pressing flat against your back, careful not to grip too tight. He buries his face in the curve of your neck.

It’s the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen him.

“I don’t know if I can be what people expect me to be,” he mumbles. “The prodigy. The soldier. The hero.”

“You don’t have to be any of those things right now,” you say. “You can just be Edward.”

There’s a long pause.

“Is that… enough?”

You pull back just enough to look at him. His cheeks are wet, eyes red, expression open and painfully raw.

You nod. “It’s more than enough. It always has been.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, something simmers in him. The tight lines around his mouth loosen. The constant tension in his shoulders melts away.

He breathes in. Then out. Then again.

It’s not a fix. Nothing ever is, not fully. The scars will remain. The nightmares might still come.

But right now, in this moment, you are here.

And so is he.

You brush a thumb under his eye, wiping away the last of his tears. “Do you want to lie down for a bit?”

He nods silently, and you help him onto the bed. He lies down stiffly, like he’s not used to the idea of rest being safe. But when you pull the blanket over him and settle beside him—close, not smothering—he relaxes again.

You watch him for a moment as his breathing evens out. He blinks slowly, eyelids heavy.

Then, just before he drifts off, he whispers, “Thank you.”

You smile, threading your fingers with his under the covers—flesh to flesh.

“Always.”

a/n: angst? comfort? Idk the ao3 author in me wanted something more sad.

shoutout to this anon! Other anons im also writing your Edward stories don’t worry. You guys loved him 😂 hope he is in character! I TRY (this was just too funny I couldn’t lol)

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