#IkeSen fanfics

[tsundere-mitsuhide]

Tactical Decisions ch 15

Finally! Its been nearly a year as life has been extremely busy and I havent had much free time or brainspace to write. But I havent forgotten; thank you for waiting patiently for so long!

Beta’d as always by the lovely @ikemenfics, who I’d be lost without. Sneak peak under the cut. Full text on AO3.

 Fresh from the onsen, his hair drips sensually down his face, water droplets glistening off the skin exposed by his loosely-tied yukata. A towel drapes around his neck like a scarf. She swallows hard, throat drier than she expected.

     What are you, a teenager with a crush?  

 She forces herself to sit down quickly and grab a dumpling. She stuffs the whole thing in her mouth so fast it burns when she tries to chew it. She speedily grabs for some water in a comical attempt to cool her mouth off.

 Mitsuhide chuckles at her antics as he pours them both a cup of tea. It brings her attention back to him, which defeats her attempt at distraction.

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[sasukeuchiha-24]

Sasuke | Itachi | Madara | Kakash

[reroseshi]

AAAAHHHHH MITSUHIDE WHY YOU GOTTA COCKBLOCK YOURSELF 😫😂😂 love this chapter!!

Entwined, Ch. 9

Part 9 of a multipart series. Mai has been reborn in the modern age after a full life in the Sengoku. The warlords as spirit animals find her again after 500 years of searching for her soul. Approx. 2700 words.

Part 1

Previous: Part 8

“Did you have a good chat with your friend?” Mai asked as they made their way down the beach. There were only a few people out and about. An old man sunning himself. A mom and her two children splashing in the surf. A one-eyed kitty sat on the nearby dock, tail swishing. They nearly had the whole beach all to themselves.

He gave her a sidelong look. “I did.”

“Thanks for the clothes, by the way. You didn’t need to buy all this for me.”

“Don’t worry about it. There is no other way I’d rather spend my money.” He gave her a warm smile. “I owe you for taking up your time this afternoon anyway.”

She shook her head. “No. No. I did need the break. And I haven’t been to the beach in awhile.”

Mitsuhide nodded instead of responding with one of his usual quips. 

There was so much in his expression that she could not read. Mai wanted to ask him about his teasing earlier. About his conversation with Motonari. And what he knew of her headaches and the strange dreams that invaded even her waking hours. The words were there on the tip of her tongue, but she found herself unable to speak them. As if some fear held her silent. Fear, perhaps, of learning a truth she wasn’t ready to accept, or hearing a lie she could not stomach. 

“Let’s swim,” she said instead. It was still a bit cool out to be in the water, but she didn’t care. A feeling of recklessness burst over her. A sudden desire to do something, anything. To move, even if that motion changed nothing about her situation.

“Alright, little mouse.” He ruffled her hair playfully, his humor back in full force. 

They found a spot to set their things and changed in the nearby dressing rooms. Mai was tempted to put back on the white and gold bathing suit just to see if it had the same effect a second time around, but self preservation won out and she wore the blue one instead. 

Mitsuhide was already waiting for her on a blanket spread over the sand. He was wearing a pair of loose swim trunks. They were white, with curling blue lines up the sides that emphasized how low they rode his hips. Her eyes were drawn to the line of soft, white-blond hair that led in a trail beneath his bellybutton to the waist band of the shorts. 

Mai felt her mouth go dry at the sight. There was something intolerably sexy about the V of a man’s hips, and on Mitsuhide it was . . . delicious was the only word that came to her mind. She had to take a breath and make her heart calm down. This was not the way she was supposed to feel about a client - or a friend. And he had someone else, she reminded herself. He just liked to tease her. 

He seemed to catch the look in her eyes as she saw him, and his smile grew wider. “Do you approve? I know I didn’t model for you at the shop, but I didn’t think I needed to. Men’s swim trunks are all the same, no?”

“No,” she said breathily and then coughed and said it again in a more normal tone. “The - the seams. The fit. Uhm.” Mai cleared her throat again. How did he have this effect? She saw countless men in their underwear during fittings and when taking measurements. And she’d had boyfriends. Not a lot, but enough to be immune to - to abs. And that pelvic V. And the delicate platinum hairs that caught the light. And that little freckle on his left hip . . .

“Uhm?” He laughed. “Technical sewing term?”

“Yep. Yeah.” Holy cats, she thought. This was entirely unfair. She wished she’d decided to come out in the white and gold suit, just to even things up. 

“You look great in that one.” Mitsuhide gave her an appreciative look. “The blue suits you.” 

“Mmm.” She noticed it matched the blue on his shorts. “It looks like we coordinated.”

“Oh? What a coincidence.” 

The way he said it made her doubt that very much, but she decided not to make anything out of it. He was just teasing her again. Flirting. He probably acted like that with a lot of girls he worked with. Nothing special. Mai told herself that, and almost believed it. But even with those thoughts swirling in her mind, she couldn’t help but feel special as he took her hand and led her out into the surf. 

The water wasn’t as cold as she’d expected it to be. A little cooler than the air, she thought, as it surged up her bare legs and splashed her thighs. She stumbled a bit as the tide pulled at her ankles.

“Careful little mouse. The currents can catch you if you aren’t paying attention.”

“I know. This is the same beach I used to come to with my parents. And I swim here sometimes with Asami and Kaiya.” She splashed him with her free hand, and he let go of her to splash her back. 

“Cruel vixen. I wasn’t going to start a war with you, but now you’ve done it.” He laughed and sent a jet of water toward her from his fist.

Mai tried to dodge but ended up catching most of it on her chest. “Oooh I am going to get you for that!” She sent a wave of water at him, which he didn’t even try to dodge. The droplets beaded and ran down his skin like little sunlit gems. Which wasn’t fair, she thought. Water absolutely did not do that on her skin. 

They kept the splash battle going until a wave got them both and knocked Mai completely into the water. Mitsuhide helped her up, chuckling as she spluttered. “In your state, I think it’s only fair to call a truce.”

“I accept,” she grinned, pushing her wet hair out of her face. 

After that, they floated for a bit, and swam, and then sat on the beach and talked about silly things. Favorite movies and music and what kind of pet they would get if they could have any pet in the world. 

“I’d get . . . a little mouse,” Mitsuhide grinned. 

“Oh come on. Be serious! You could have any animal in the world and you would want a mouse?” She rolled her eyes. “I can tell you’re teasing me again. God, you are so evil!”

“Evil? Never.” He laughed. “You are just underestimating how adorable a mouse can be. Brave, even though her little heart is pounding in fear. Her eyes, big and wide and gentle, her pink little nose wiggling. And her soft little feet!”

“You know, I almost believe you.” Mai sighed. 

Mitushide turned, stretching. He rolled his shoulders, the muscles of his back bunching and relaxing as they sent water droplets dancing down his skin. “So what about you,” he asked, looking at her over his shoulder. 

Mai pulled her eyes away with some effort. “I - I don’t know. I’ve always thought koalas were cute but they sleep all the time. I guess I’d want a pet I can cuddle and play with. Like a red panda. Or a fox. They’re cute.”

“A fox, hm? And what would you do with your little fox pet, if you had one?” His smile looked somehow smug, as if he’d wanted her to give that answer. 

“I don’t know. Take him for walks? Curl up with him in my lap and watch tv? Normal pet stuff.” She sighed. “I guess I should dream bigger. Like a bear or a tiger. Or a horse! I could ride him.”

“Overrated.” Mitsuhide sniffed. “Stick with the fox. You’ll have more fun. They are very playful animals.”

She laughed. “True.” Then Mai paused, a question bubbling out of her before she thought about it. “How did you know to make the marks you did? At the fitting?”

Mitsuhide shrugged. “Why is it so important to you?”

“Because those are - those are mine. I made them up in college so people couldn’t easily steal my designs. I’ve never taught them to anyone.” There was the tug again in her chest, insistent.

His eyes narrowed in thought. Mitsuhide replied with a flat tone, though his eyes shone. “I told you a master never reveals his secrets.”

“Oooh I should have known you wouldn’t be serious!” She growled in frustration. “Let me see if I can figure it out. Maybe . . . you studied them when I was doing the design and fittings for your play. That’s it, isn’t it?” It was the only thing that made sense to her, though Mai could not imagine someone putting in the time and effort to do so. And for what? So he could surprise her with it today? That was unhinged.

“I suppose that’s one theory.” He settled back, laying on the blanket to gaze up at the sky. 

“You are infuriating.”

He grinned, his eyes closing. “Thank you, little one. I do try.”

Mai huffed and lay back on her towel. The warm sun felt glorious on her skin after the cold ocean water. She closed her eyes and let herself relax. Worries about her dreams - and daydreams - could wait. Maybe she would see a doctor about it, and they could tell her what was happening to her. Perfectly solvable. Later. 

They lay like that for awhile, each lost in their own thoughts, close but not together. Almost, but not quite touching. A comfortable silence stretched between them for a time. Mitsuhide was the first to break it. “Tell me, little mouse. What is it that you want?”

“What?” Mai peered over at him. “That’s kind of a big question.”

He nodded, still laying with his eyes closed, expression unreadable. “Just in general. Lots of people want a career. Marriage. Kids. A nice house in a good part of town. So what is it you dream of?”

She wasn’t sure how he meant the question. Serious or teasing, playful or genuinely curious. But she took it seriously. “I used to think all I really wanted was to be a great clothing designer. To be respected in my field, make money . . . but . . . I kind of have that, for the most part.”

“And?” He prompted.

“It’s not everything I thought it would be? I mean, I still love making clothes. Taking an idea from design to completion and seeing the joy in my customer’s face is great. And I make enough to get by even if I’ll never be rich. It’s just, I think sometimes I do want something more.”

Mitsuhide turned his head to face her. “Like what?”

“Someone to share it with? I mean, I have friends and I’ve dated. It’s not like I’m a hermit.” Mai laughed. “I just think sometimes it would be nice to find someone that understands me and cares about me and . . . I guess I sound pretty pathetic, huh?”

“No.” He cleared his throat. “Not at all. I think that’s what most people want, even if they don’t admit it.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Even you, oh mysterious actor man?”

Mitsuhide grinned. “Even me.” He propped himself up on an elbow to face her. “Am I really so mysterious to you?”

“Absolutely.” She teased him and laughed again, but stopped as she noticed something melancholy in that golden gaze. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you forever,” she admitted, though she hadn’t meant to. “Not like . . . like anything weird. Just, when you’re around. It feels like you belong.”

He reached out, his fingers brushing her cheek in a caress too loving for a mere friend. Too familiar for any but a lover. 

Mai felt something hot and electric tremble through her nerves at his touch. She held herself completely still, her lips closed tight, for fear she might lean into it or make a sound. Then his hand was gone and he was standing up, brushing the bits of sand and sea salt from his skin.

“We should get back. It will be dinner soon and I have to get ready.” 

Whatever Mai felt, she thought it was pretty clear he didn’t. A bitter disappointment rushed in to fill the spaces of her chest that were warm only a moment ago. “Going on a date,” she sniped.

Mitsuhide’s usual grin fell a little and he shook his head. “No. Only one date a day for me.” He held out a hand and helped her up. “Just some industry people. The assistant to the regional cultural director, the mayor’s secretary. That kind of thing. Work related.” He shrugged.

“Oh.” She wasn’t sure how to react to that answer. She’d known he had some pull but those kinds of connections seemed beyond what your average actor would cultivate. Then it fully landed, what he’d said. One date a day. “Wait. Was this a date? Because -”

He laughed and tousled her hair. “What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.”

“Are you seriously quoting Shakespeare as an answer?” She tried to frown at him but his expression was so ridiculous. That wide, sharp smile and his eyes so full of a pretend innocence. 

“If the bard said it first and better, I don’t know why I’d try to improve on the text.” He laughed. “Now are you going to help me pack up or am I carrying all this on my own?”

Mai gave him a sly grin. “Well, since this is a date, I suppose you’re on your own. Have to prove your manliness and all that.”

“Oh? Is it not well-proven already?” He skimmed a hand down his side and Mai couldn’t help the way her eyes tracked the movement. It wasn’t fair for him to be so pretty. So infuriatingly gorgeous. So . . .

She cleared her throat and forced her eyes up. “I’ll give you a point or two for that. But you should probably put on a shirt.” And then followed her own advice and put a cover-up on. 

“The struggles of modern day masculinity. Alas.” He easily packed and hefted the bundle of stuff they’d bought for the day. “At one time, I would have slaughtered my way through enemy lines to rescue you. That would have been proof enough. But there just aren’t enough decent opponents these days. And modern law tends to frown on the whole killing thing.”

“And that’s a good thing.” Mai laughed as she led the way back to the car. The one-eyed cat was still sitting on the dock. It watched as they passed, tail swishing. 

She did end up helping Mitsuhide load everything into the car. The drive back was short and pleasant, with Mitsuhide continuing to bemoan the modern state of manliness. Mai teased him and they both laughed. It felt good, she thought. Really good. The chemistry between them had her whole self humming, body and soul. 

When they reached her flat, he walked her to the door, bags in hand. “So, little mouse? Shall we do this again sometime?” He smiled down at her, one arm braced behind her against the door. If he set his other hand on the brick, she’d be trapped between him and the building, which didn’t bother her as much as it should. 

“Sure. But next time, let’s just plan it? That way it feels less like a kidnapping and more like hanging out with a friend.” 

“Is that what today felt like?” He tilted his head toward her, his platinum blonde hair falling in his face. A strand of it brushed her cheek. 

“Ah . . . I . . .” Her mind stuttered to a halt as he shifted closer. His breath tickled her cheek. She was sure he was about to kiss her. Her head tilted to match his, her lips pursed, her body leaning toward him. 

Mitsuhide set her bag into her hands. “Have a good night, little one.” 

“Y-you too?” She felt an almost physical weight of disappointment that he hadn’t kissed her. Or even tried to kiss her. Mai watched him drive off with a deep feeling of confusion. Had she misread him? Was he just teasing? Damn it. 

As she walked upstairs, the one thing that she was certain about was that she’d wanted to kiss Mitsuhide. Which meant there was something she needed to do. She pulled out her phone and texted Hideyoshi.

Hey! Can we talk?

[sasuke-naruto]

[xxsycamore]

❝ CRADLE ❞

╰┈➤ Soon after you've had the "baby talk", Shingen already seems to be thinking ahead - but not all his thoughts are so innocent.

Shingen Takeda/f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Breeding; Mentions of Pregnancy; Nipple Play; Dirty Talk; Hand & Finger Kink; Body Worship • wordcount: 595 • masterlist

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ request by @writingwhimsey <3 thank you!

IKEMEN BREEDING SEASON - Prompt 5. Imagining you pregnant

"I'm glad that you liked the cradle. I can already see you gently rocking our child to sleep."

The very moment Shingen gave you a brief pause from kissing you breathless, you knew he had something to say. Another killer line perhaps, something awfully flirty or downright naughty, just anything that will make your heart skip a beat as he knows best.

Instead, he brings up the cradle. And somehow, the result is the same.

It's only been a handful of days since the baby talk. Your relationship with Shingen has been nothing but dynamic from the get-go, and yet still, the butterflies in your belly now can only be compared to the ones from those early days. Suddenly there's so much to be talked about. It's no wonder how the late-night talks have turned into comparisons between what childrearing looks like in your head versus that of Shingen's. The modern ways versus the old-school. The shocking lack of baby cradles in Sengoku times, at least as you know them. The passionate declaration of Shingen that he'll definitely make one for your future baby.

Future baby. Yet there it is, standing in your peripheral vision; the wooden cradle he presented you with tonight, just a couple of days after you first mentioned the peculiar piece of furniture.

"Of course I would." You take Shingen's hands in your own, for a good measure before they get up to no good feeling you up and preventing you from focusing on what you want to say - and then you place a kiss on each one. "You were the one who made it. And you did a great job, too."

You linger on his right hand a little longer, with purpose. You can see Shingen's eyes darken with lust as you take his thumb into your arm just briefly, provoking him.

"I can see that you're already imagining things, Shingen…"

Shingen smirks, but the raised corners of his mouth soon relax into a softer smile, and it stays there, even as he disrobes you. He finds you wet and willing between your legs - which grants you a quick look with those intoxicating ashy eyes, capable of expressing things dirtier than his mouth does - but still prefers to toy with you before sinking his arching cock inside you.

"Oh, I've been imagining things alright. You'd be surprised exactly how much I've been imagining things."

You decide to be bold, as if carried by your instincts which are telling you that you absolutely must have him tonight. Silly thing considering he's got the same plans in store for you. Yet still, you raise one of your legs up his shoulder, beckoning him, seducing him.

"Tell me more…"

Shingen wets his lips and gladly complies.

"I've been imagining you with child. The way I'd wake up to you every morning, slowly becoming aware of all the little changes. Be assured, princess, I will notice. Your body that I came to know better than my own, how could I fail to notice it becoming more beautiful? Your belly swelling up with the life we created. Your bosom filling out."

The last part he whispers against your chest, his voice becoming muffled as he darts out his tongue to wet your perky nipple. Your own mind gets creative, imagining how much Shingen will enjoy your swollen breasts, and your belly, and then you trail off to all the parts of you he worshipped and the ways in which he'll worship them when…

"Please make it true, Shingen. I need it."

And so does he.

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[narutouzumaki-25]

Naruto Uzumaki 💛

[cherrykasugayama]

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. (Part 1)

Warning: Heavy angst, bad daddy Kenshin, unnamed MC

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

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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The training grounds of the Kasugayama castle stretched beneath the pale light of dawn, dew glistening on the grass like a scattering of diamonds. In the center of the grounds stood the lord of the castle, Uesugi Kenshin, his imposing figure perfectly still. His light blonde hair shimmered in the morning light, flowing freely as a faint breeze carried it. His mismatched eyes, one a piercing green and the other an icy blue, were as cold and detached as a winter storm.

He gripped the hilt of his katana, its blade gleaming like a shard of the moon. With deliberate precision, Kenshin moved through a series of practiced strikes, his movements elegant yet deadly.

Hiding just beyond the training grounds, a small figure crouched behind a cluster of trees, clutching a wooden doll tightly to her chest. Her soft blonde hair fell in soft waves, catching the sunlight, and her large blue eyes, so strikingly similar to her father’s, peered nervously at the man she had longed to meet.

Uesugi Sakura, a child of only five, watched her father with wide, awe-filled blue eyes. She clutched a wooden doll to her chest, her tiny hands trembling as she peered at the man she had heard so much about but had never seen.

For as long as Sakura could remember, she had been confined to a secluded manor on the outskirts of the castle estate. Her life was one of quiet isolation, with only her maids and occasional visits from her elder brothers to break the monotony. The world beyond the manor was a mystery, and her father, her distant, powerful father, was the greatest mystery of all.

She had grown up on whispered tales, fragments of conversations she wasn’t supposed to hear.

“The lord hasn’t visited her once, has he?”

“Not since she was born. He blames her for the Lady’s death.”

“Poor child. She may have inherited his lordship's color, but she is sweet just like her mother. No wonder he can’t bear to look at her.”

Sakura didn’t understand why her father wouldn’t see her, why she wasn’t allowed to leave her manor. But she loved him anyway, in the way that only a child could. She had clung to every story about his strength, his victories, his unyielding will, and dreamed of the day he might hold her hand or smile at her.

That morning, when she overheard the maids talking about her father’s training session, she couldn’t resist. For the first time in her life, she slipped past the watchful eyes of her caretakers and ventured into the unknown. She didn't know how she made it to the training ground without getting caught, perhaps she was just lucky.

Now, as she watched him, her heart pounded with a mix of fear and longing.

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Kenshin paused mid-swing, his mismatched eyes narrowing. He sensed a presence, a small, hesitant one.

“Who’s there?” he demanded, his voice sharp and commanding.

Sakura froze, her heart leaping into her throat. She hadn’t meant to be seen. Clutching her doll tighter, she stepped out from the shadows, her small frame trembling.

The training ground fell silent. The vassals, mid-drill, stopped and turned to see who had dared to interrupt. Their gazes landed on the child, and their expressions shifted from confusion to shock.

Kenshin stared at her, his expression unreadable. His eyes swept over her blonde hair and blue eyes, so much like his own, and the delicate shape of her face that mirrored someone he knew very well and would rather forget.

“Who are you?” he asked, his voice colder than the wind that brushed past them.

Sakura blinked, the question striking her like a physical blow. “I-I’m Sakura,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “Your daughter.”

For a moment, silence hung between them, heavy and suffocating. Then Kenshin’s gaze hardened.

“You have no place here,” he said flatly, his voice devoid of warmth.

Sakura flinched, but she forced herself to speak. “I… I just wanted to see you. I wanted to know you.”

Kenshin’s lip curled, not in anger, but in something colder, disdain. He sheathed his sword in a single, sharp motion, the sound echoing in the sudden silence.

“Then let this be your first lesson,” he said. He turned to one of the nearby vassals, “Who is responsible for this child?”

The soldier, visibly nervous, stammered, “L-Lord Kenshin… the nursery… the maids… we—”

Kenshin interrupted his words coldly.

“Find them. Tell them their incompetence will be punished.”

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Sakura’s heart dropped into her stomach. She blinked rapidly, her tears threatening to spill.

“I… I didn’t mean to cause trouble,” she whispered, taking a small step back. “Please don't-"

“Return to your manor,” Kenshin interrupted coldly. Then he turned his back to her.

Sakura stood frozen, watching him walk away, her tiny figure trembling under the weight of his rejection.

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When Sakura returned to the manor, her older brothers were searching for her. Unlike her, they were allowed to be raised in the main castle.

Despite their busy schedules with training and lessons, the twins always made time for their little sister by visiting her manor almost every day.

Takeru, the eldest and the heir of the clan, sighed in relief upon seeing his sister, his black hair falling over his forehead and his blue eyes filled with concern once he saw her visibly upset.

Beside him was Ken, the second son of Kenshin and Takeru's twin. His blonde hair glinting in the sunlight and his green eyes burning with barely contained anger when seeing the tears on his baby sister's face.

“Sakura,” Takeru said gently, kneeling to meet her eyes. “What happened?”

"Did one of the maids say something mean to you again?" Ken asked.

Sakura shook her head, her tears falling anew. “I... I went to see father but he...he doesn’t want me,” she choked out.

"So you went to see him," Ken’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ll kill him,” he muttered, his voice low and dangerous.

“Ken,” Takeru said warningly.

Ken shrugged him off, his anger boiling over. “How can he call himself our father?” he snapped. “He’s a coward.”

“Ken,” Takeru said more firmly. “This isn’t about us. It’s about Sakura.”

Ken looked at his little sister, her tear-streaked face breaking what little restraint he had left. He sighed, running a hand through his hair before kneeling beside her.

“Sakura,” he said, his tone softer. “Listen to me. You don’t need that jerk's approval. You have us. You’ll always have us.”

Takeru nodded, his expression warm. “That’s right. You’re not alone, Sakura. We’re your family too.”

Sakura sniffled, her small hands clutching at their sleeves. “But why doesn’t he love me?” she whispered.

Takeru and Ken exchanged a look, the weight of her question hanging heavy between them.

Ken patted her head gently, and Takeru wiped the tears away from her chubby cheeks.

“Do you remember what Lord Yukimura said?", Ken tried to comfort her.

"Adults are mostly dummy, and father is the dummiest of all. It doesn't matter if he loves us or not. You have us. You’ll always have us.” Ken hugged her gently.

“And we will always protect you,” Takeru added with a reassuring smile.

Sakura nodded slowly, though the ache in her chest didn’t fade.

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The twins skipped their lessons for the day and spent the whole day playing with her to cheer her up. However, they left her later that night, Takeru insisting she get some rest. But sleep didn’t come easily for Sakura. She hid in the blanket, clutching the wooden doll Takeru had carved for her after learning the craft from Shingen's son, its simple features worn smooth from her touch.

Her mind replayed the scene from the training grounds, the coldness in her father’s mismatched eyes, the finality in his voice as he told her to leave.

Tears pricked at her eyes and she cried again.

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In the quiet solitude of his room, Kenshin stood by the balcony, staring out into the night. A few bottles of sake couldn't comfort him at all.

The memory of the small girl in the training grounds refused to leave him. Her innocent eyes, so much like her mother, haunted him. He thought he already forgot everything about her. Why did she need to appear in front of him again?

Kenshin clenched his fists, his eyes narrowing. He shook his head, trying to forget his daughter's face, as it came with the unbearable memories of someone he used to love with his whole heart.

The knock at his door broke his thoughts.

“Enter,” he said.

Takeru and Ken stepped inside. Kenshin’s gaze flicked to them, his eldest calm and composed, his second brimming with barely contained fury. Their contrasting tempers palpable in the air.

It was intense silence at first, but Ken was the first to speak, his face was twisted with barely restrained anger.

“What is wrong with you?” he spat.

Kenshin frowned. “Careful, boy,” he said coolly. "You have no manners."

"And you have no heart!" Ken took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. “I will not watch my tone. You don’t deserve it after what you did today."

Kenshin was indifferent, his expression a mask of icy control. “She has no place on the training grounds. I made that clear.”

“She has no place anywhere, according to you,” Ken snapped. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to her? She ran back crying, thinking you hate her.”

“You dare to lecture me?” Kenshin said, his voice sharp.

“She’s five!” Ken shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “She’s your daughter! And you couldn’t even look at her without spitting venom. What kind of man are you?. You’ve made it clear you’re too much of a coward to face your own daughter!”

“Ken,” Takeru said warningly, placing a hand on his brother’s arm.

“No,” Ken snapped, his green eyes narrowing.

“I’m not done. Do you even care what you’ve done to her? You treat her like she’s a curse, like she’s the reason Mother is gone. She’s not. She’s just a little girl who wants you to love her. But you can’t even give her that.”

Kenshin’s expression darkened, the air in the room seeming to chill. His voice low and dangerous. "You know nothing."

“Oh, you think so? I know what it means to abandon someone who depends on you. It means turning into a coward who hides behind his grief and lashes out at anyone who gets too close.”

“Ken,” Takeru interjected, stepping between them. “Enough.”

“He needs to hear this. He needs to understand what he’s doing, to Sakura, to all of us. You’re breaking her, Father. She’s too young to understand why you hate her, but it’s killing her.” Ken said fiercely, his gaze never leaving their father’s.

Kenshin’s hands tightened into fists, his jaw clenching as he fought to maintain his composure. “I do not hate her,” he said, his voice quieter but no less firm.

“Then prove it,” Ken said, his voice trembling with emotion. “Because right now, all she knows is that her father won’t even look at her.”

For a moment, silence filled the room. Kenshin’s mismatched eyes flickered with something, guilt, perhaps, or pain, but he quickly buried it beneath his cold exterior.

“This discussion is over,” he said, his tone final.

Ken let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head.

“You’re hopeless,” he said, his voice filled with disdain. He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room, slamming the shoji door behind him.

Takeru remained, unlike his brother, his expression calm.

“Father,” he said quietly, “we’re not trying to fight you. We’re trying to help. Sakura loves you, even after everything. She deserves to be loved in return.”

Kenshin didn’t respond, he turned around to continue watching the moon.

Takeru sighed, the weight of the moment heavy in his voice. “It’s not too late to fix this. But if you keep pushing her away, you’ll lose her. And us.”

He hesitated, then added softly, “She’s what’s left of Mother for us. If you let her slip away, you’ll lose everything.”

With that, Takeru turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him.

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Ken was punching the poor dummy furiously in the training room, the warm glow of a lantern illuminating his restless form. His frustration evident in every punch.

Takeru leaned casually against the wall, his arms crossed and his expression calm, though the sadness in his blue eyes betrayed his thoughts.

“You were too harsh,” Takeru said, breaking the tense silence.

Ken whirled around to face his brother, his green eyes blazing. “Someone has to be,” he snapped. “He won’t change if we keep tiptoeing around him.”

Takeru sighed, his voice gentle yet firm. “Perhaps. But there’s a way to reach him without letting anger take over. Lashing out only makes him retreat further.”

Ken snorted, his tone dripping with bitterness. “Retreat is all he knows. He’s been running ever since Mother died, hiding behind his coldness. It’s pathetic.”

“Maybe it is,” Takeru admitted. “But Sakura doesn’t need more broken pieces. She needs us to stay strong, for her.”

Ken’s anger flickered, his shoulders slumping slightly. “I just want her to be happy,” he muttered, his voice quieter now. “She deserves better than him.”

Takeru smiled faintly. “She does. And we’ll make sure she has better. We’re her brothers. It’s our job to protect her, even from Father.”

Ken turned to the window, where the moonlight painted the garden in silver hues.

“I guess it’s our responsibility to knock some sense into that man’s head,” Ken said at last, his tone laced with determination. “I don’t mind breaking a few of his bones. He’s still young—he’ll recover.”

Takeru laughed softly. “Pfft, you couldn’t even land a hit on him last time.”

Ken’s ears turned red, a rare sign of embarrassment. “That was different,” he grumbled.

“Different because we are still thirteen?” Takeru teased, earning a glare from his brother.

Ken crossed his arms tighter, trying to brush off the jab. But his resolve didn’t waver. “Father’s tough, yeah. But maybe if someone else talked to him…”

“But who is strong enough to go against father?” Takeru asked, curious.

Ken hesitated, then muttered, “Maybe Lord Shingen could knock some sense into him.”

Takeru raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. “Lord Shingen?”

"Yeah, I heard he was father's rival. But perhaps he is too old already... "

Takeru shot him a dry look. “He’s older, not ancient.”

After a few seconds, Takeru continued with a knowing grin, “Himeko would be sad if she heard her crush insulted her father.”

Takeda Himeko, the first daughter of Kenshin’s greatest rival, Takeda Shingen, was a spirited and confident girl around their age. Despite her father’s protests, she had taken a liking to Ken. Her determination to charm him had become the subject of many teasing between Takeru and Ken.

Ken stiffened, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks. “This doesn’t concern her,” he said quickly, his tone defensive.

“Doesn’t it?” Takeru teased, enjoying his brother’s rare flustered reaction.

Ken glared at him, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. “You’re treading on thin ice, brother.”

Takeru chuckled but relented. “Alright, alright. But if you’re too afraid to ask Lord Shingen for help, maybe Himeko could talk to him instead. You should send her a letter since both of you were already exchanging love letters."

"No we're not! Perhaps I will break your bones instead." Ken said with a threatening tone.

Takeru raised his hands in mock surrender, laughing softly. “Alright, I’ll stop. But for now, let’s go check on Sakura. She’s probably having nightmares about this morning.”

Ken nodded reluctantly, his protective instincts taking over. “Yeah, let’s go. But don’t think I’ve forgotten about breaking your bones for that comment.”

Takeru chuckled again as they left the study together to check on their baby sister.

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Sakura was curled up in her bed, clutching her wooden doll tightly. Her small form was barely visible beneath the blankets, and her sniffles were the only sound in the quiet room.

The twins entered softly, their presence immediately soothing the heavy atmosphere.

“Sakura,” Takeru said gently, sitting on the edge of her futon. “Are you awake?”

She peeked out from under the blankets, her tear-streaked face breaking their hearts. “Takeru… Ken…” she whispered, her voice shaky.

Her tear-streaked face still bearing traces of sadness but softening under their reassuring presence. Takeru glanced at Ken, who was clearly unsure of what to do next.

“You know, Ken,” Takeru said with a small smile, “maybe you should sing her a lullaby.”

Ken’s head shot up, his green eyes widening in horror. “What? No way.”

“Why not? You have a decent voice,” Takeru teased, his tone light.

Sakura, nestled under her blanket, managed a faint giggle. “Ken singing?” she asked, her voice still shaky but curious.

Ken sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fine,” he muttered, “but don’t expect much.”

Takeru grinned, tucking Sakura comfortably as Ken cleared his throat.

“Twinkle, twinkle, little—”

“Ken!” Takeru interrupted, laughing. “Not like you’re giving orders to a troop!”

Ken glared at his brother, but even he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Alright, alright.” He softened his voice.

Ken cleared his throat, his voice low and uncertain at first, but as he began to sing, it grew steady. The melody was soft, hauntingly familiar, and steeped in nostalgia. It was the lullaby their mother used to sing to them:

"Nenneko yo, nenneko yo,

Yama no usagi wa, hora ne wo suru,

Kaze mo sasayaku, hoshi mo nemuru,

Ware no akanbo, nenneko yo."

(“Sleep, sleep, little one,

The mountain rabbits rest,

The wind whispers, the stars slumber,

My little baby, sleep peacefully.”)

The lullaby was a melody etched into their souls, a song their mother had sung on the nights they were too scared to sleep. Her voice had always been soft, full of warmth and love, wrapping around them like a protective embrace.

But now, it was Ken’s voice that filled the room, raw and tinged with pain. Each note seemed to crack under the weight of what was lost.

Takeru’s smile faded as he listened, the melody pulling at a long-buried ache. It had been years since they’d heard that song, and hearing it again now brought back memories of their mother.

As Ken reached the final verse, his green eyes shimmered, but he quickly turned his head to hide the emotion threatening to surface.

Sakura blinked sleepily, her small fingers clutching the wooden doll tightly. “That’s so pretty,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ken cleared his throat, his usual sharpness returning. “It’s just a song. Go to sleep now.”

Takeru swallowed hard, his blue eyes shimmering. “She used to sing that to us every night,” he murmured, his voice breaking.

“Did she?” Sakura’s voice was fading as sleep began to claim her.

“She did,” Takeru confirmed, his voice warm but tinged with sadness. “She had a beautiful voice, just like Ken’s.”

Ken shot him a glare but didn’t argue. Instead, he tucked the blanket closer around Sakura and muttered, “Sleep. We will be here until you fall asleep.”

Sakura yawned, her eyelids fluttering shut. The room fell into a hushed stillness as her breathing evened out, signaling that she’d finally drifted off.

The twins sat in silence for a long time, the weight of the lullaby still lingering.

“I haven’t thought about that song in years,” Takeru said softly, his gaze distant.

“Neither have I,” Ken admitted, his tone quieter than usual. The melody took him back to their mother’s warm embrace, her soft voice weaving a barrier of love and safety around them. Her hands had been gentle as they stroked their hair, her smile radiant even as her body grew frail.

The last time she sang it was the night before she died.

“She used to sing this to us,” Ken said abruptly, his voice rough and filled with suppressed emotion. He stared at the floor, his green eyes glistening. “Every night. Until she couldn’t anymore.”

Takeru nodded, his voice barely a whisper. “She always said the song would keep us safe. That as long as we had each other, we’d never be alone.”

Ken let out a shaky breath, his shoulders trembling. “But she left us. And now Sakura—” His voice cracked, and he buried his face in his hands.

“She didn’t want to leave us,” Takeru said softly, stepping closer. “She loved us. She loved Sakura. And she would hate seeing us like this.”

Ken looked up, his eyes red. “She deserved to see her grow up,” he said, his voice breaking. “She would’ve loved her so much. More than… more than he ever could.”

Takeru knelt beside him, his hand gripping Ken’s shoulder firmly. “We’ll love her enough for both of them. For Mother. For us. We’ll make sure she knows she’s not alone.”

Ken’s gaze shifted to Sakura, now sleeping peacefully. Her small face was still streaked with dried tears, but she looked calm, her breaths soft and steady.

“She’s all we have left of her,” Ken murmured, his voice heavy with grief. “How can he not see that?”

Takeru’s lips pressed into a thin line. “He’s blinded by his own pain. But we can’t let that stop us. We have to be stronger, for her.”

Ken nodded slowly, though his heart felt like it was being torn in two. He stood, brushing a hand through his blonde hair, and turned toward the door. “She’s asleep. Let’s leave her be.”

As they stepped into the hallway, the moonlight bathed their weary faces. Takeru paused, glancing back at the closed door. “That song…” he began, his voice unsteady. “It always worked, didn’t it?”

Ken exhaled, his green eyes shimmering with tears. “Yeah. Because she sang it. Because she was there.”

Takeru looked at him, his blue eyes filled with sorrow. “Do you think she’d be proud of us? Of how we’ve handled everything?”

Ken’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “She’d probably comfort us and tell father to get his acts together.” His voice wavered. “But… I think she’d be proud we’ve kept our promise to her.”

Takeru nodded, his throat tight. “We’ll keep going. For her. For Sakura.”

*End of part 1*

[writingwhimsey]

Hi! 🤗 Congratulations on 400 followers🎉. I choose suitor as a dad from the fluff prompt list. Can I have Mitsuhide, Arthur and Clavis please?. I hope you have fun with this but no pressure🩷

Thank you darling! I love this one and I hope you do too!

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff headcanon: Suitors as fathers

Suitors: ikesen Mitsuhide, ikevamp Arthur, and ikepri Clavis

Only warning, you may get cavities from how sweet this is.

Mitsuhide

He’d never given much thought to becoming a father. Bringing a little one into this war torn world, adding another person who could be at risk of being pulled into his darkness? It didn’t seem right to put a child through that. And yet once he met you…and then when you told him you were pregnant…he was scared, but oh so happy.

Once your little one arrived, Mitsuhide fell in love instantly. He vowed that he would make the world a safer place for the little one your love had created. He would always protect and cherish your child. As your child grew, he made sure that they never wanted for anything. Never saw the horrors and hardships he, himself, had experienced. 

Though he makes sure your child doesn’t have to experience the same things he had, he still teaches them all the necessary skills they will need to survive…much like he had done with you when you first arrived. He is gentle yet firm while teaching your child all the important skills they’ll need to survive…though he does his best to make sure they never have to actually use these skills.

Arthur

With as much as he had played around, Arthur hadn’t really pictured himself settled down with a family. But then when you came into his life…into his heart he couldn’t help but to want those things. After months of trying, you finally tell him the good news that you’re pregnant, Arthur is over the moon with joy.

He is loving and supportive and doting throughout your pregnancy. He is a major support during the delivery of your child. And as soon as he sees the little one you two made together…he is completely head over heels for this child. He is the most loving and devoted father.

He helps you with the late night feedings, diaper changes, all of it. He doesn’t want to miss a second of fatherhood with this child you two share. As the child grows, he takes to making up bedtime stories to tell them. One of their favorite past times. He is fully involved in your child’s life and loves being a father.

Clavis

From the moment you two marry, Clavis can’t help but to tease you about having a child. Telling you the kingdom of Lecloch needs an heir. Deep down though, he really wants to be a father. Not because of having an heir or such, but because he genuinely wants to have a child with the woman he loves. He wants a family with you. And when that finally happens…he is ready to shout from the rooftops. There may or may not be a week long celebration in his “kingdom” once you announce the news.

During your pregnancy, Clavis is at your beck and call. He is overjoyed when your strange cravings are for his inventive cooking. He happily cooks for you. He dotes on you and loves speaking to your belly. During your labor and delivery, he is by your side the entire time holding your hand…he may make a joke or two trying to lighten the mood of the room, but when you give him that stern look…he knows.

As your child grows, Clavis is loving and attentive. He makes sure to be present in your family life. He never wants you or the child you share to doubt his love for you. He is determined to be a much better father than the one he had. Once the child is old enough, Clavis is teaching them all of his tricks and having them help with his pranks. When they are seen together the staff go, “And now there are two of them.” Clavis is fun, loving, and doting as a father. He absolutely treasures being a father and considers it the best title he has ever held.

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#1 Ikemen Sengoku HCs!

• Comfort / some “It’s going to be okay” vibes

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Nobunaga | Kenshin | Masamune

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“You aren’t focused.”

Nobunaga’s voice cut through the thick silence of the tenshu. His sharp eyes were no longer gazing contemplatively at the goban placed between the two of you and were instead fixed squarely on your face, “What is wrong?”

His question was direct, blunt and you wracked your brain to find a way to cover it up. After all, you came here to Nobunaga’s tenshu to spend time with him, to distract yourself, not mope with him by your side. You open your mouth to make your (made up) case but before you could even get a word in, Nobunaga speaks once more.

“If you’re going to respond with something along the lines of “nothing”, “everything’s fine”, “don’t worry about it” or some absurd combination of the the three,” He straightened up and was back to looking at you with those piercing eyes, “Do not waste your breath.”

Before you could respond to that too, he offers you a hand as he rises, one you subconsciously take. And a moment later you’re in his arms, shielded against the wind as the two of you look out over the city of Azuchi at dawn from the balcony.

“I know my fireball well.” His voice is soft against your ear as his arms that are wrapped around your waist from behind tighten, “Your mind is elsewhere and you are bothered, upset.”

“I don’t know what caused such a thing but I won’t pry. Yet. For now, focus on this moment. You are here, in my arms and I shall do all in my power to keep you content.”

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“When I find the one who did this, I’ll kill them.”

Kenshin stated, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the sheath of his sword. In his defense, he didn’t start out with the declaration (he’s gotten better about threatening to kill. Perhaps being with you has softened him in some regard). Instead, he brought his army of bunnies to your room and deployed them to bring about your happiness. Only when that didn’t work did he reach for his sword.

Hastily, you convey to him that no one (or thing) was at fault for your sadness. It was just one of those days. One cannot always be happy year round, can they?

Kenshin frowned at this. In his mind ideally, you, his lover, the light of his life, should always be happy. Why should he concede to letting you know sadness at all? That being said, he understands. He stops tapping at his sword, looking to you with a softened expression while he runs through ideas on how to bring a smile back to your face.

You chuckle at this, before turning your eyes back to the beautiful garden the two of you were standing in front of.

“It’ll pass, Kenshin.” You say softly, eyes following the sway of the flowers against Echigo’s cold winds, “I’ll be okay.”

At this, your lover steps closer. Before you know it, you’re tugged gently into his arms, your head resting against his chest.

“Then allow me to stay at your side until I am certain that you are.”

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“Cut the bullshit, kitten.”

Masamune snaps, cutting you off in your attempt to try and convince him that you were okay. With a huff, you turn away from him, decidedly going to storm away from the kitchen that the two you were cooking in prior to this.

Realizing that his words might have come off more biting than he’d intended, he thwarts your move by catching your hand and keeping you there in a gentle albeit firm hold.

“Don’t.” His voice and piercing blue gaze both soften considerably once he notices the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes, “Hey, hey look-”

Keeping one hand around yours so you don’t make a dash for it and using the other to reach into a cabinet, he pulls out a small piece of candy.

“Your favorite, yeah?” He offers, “Say ah.”

Reluctantly, you do so and you can’t help but offer a meek smile of your own back to him as the sweetness of the treat spreads across your tongue.

“Good, hm?” Masamune says, his large palms coming up to cup your face, an action that you allow, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to snap but you know I can tell when you’re not okay, right?”

You nod because admittedly, he can. You feel the tears coming back to blur your vision once more. He softly asks what’s upsetting you again, thumbs brushing at your cheeks as if in anticipation for wiping off the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. You simply tell him it’s just been a rough day in general and that you’re at your wits end.

Gently, he wraps his arms around you, chin resting atop your head as he speaks.

“I’m sorry. You know I’d take the pain away if I could.” Masamune understood the feeling well. Some days were just bad days. You respond to this with another nod, not trusting your voice to remain steady.

“But you wanna know what helps me out on days like these?” You could hear the grin in his voice and you pulled away just enough to peek at his expression and try to decipher what he was hinting at.

His eye narrows for a fraction of a second and a moment later you were lifted up into his arms. His smile widens when he hears you let out a yelp of surprise as he placed you on the counter, placing his hands down on either side of you.

“A distraction.”

Your lover chuckles with a very telling smirk and knowing exactly what he means, you can’t help but giggle along with him.

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[lucyw260]

Water Reveals All - Nobunaga

Another birthday of mine is here, so that means my yearly Nobunaga fanfic must be written. I wasn't having a good day today so I knocked this out in record time but then accidentally deleted most of it and had to rewrite it, it was way better before so I'm mad. I haven't posted since the last yearly fic, I hope you all are well

Words = 664

Warnings = establilshed relationship, bruises, water

Excerpt = “I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it"

After joint hard work trying to unify the country, Y/n and Nobunaga deserved a relaxing break away from castle life and responsibilities. So here they both were having a short hot spring vacation together.

Nobunaga was already lounging in the hot spring, steam obscuring his body so no prying eyes can take advantage of his visage, well he doesn't mind the prying eyes of his lover.

Y/n was hesitating at the edge of the hot spring, she wasn't even in the warm water and yet her cheeks were as red as the sunset behind her.

“We didn't come so I alone could bask in the water” Nobunaga declared as Y/n paced around the edge and he watched her

“Hang on, I'm trying to sike myself up” she said while trying to shake the nerves off. It was silly to be nervous as it's not like her beloved would see anything he hadn't seen before.

“I guess you don't love me enough to keep me company” Nobunaga had the audacity to pout and show his childish side while saying that.

Y/n laughed slightly, feeling glad that her beloved was free from stress and showing weakness.

“Okay okay, I'm getting in” she chuckled and dipped her toes in before sitting down a ways away from Nobunaga.

“Come closer” Nobunaga demanded in his lordly voice.

“As my lord says” Y/n jokes and makes her way over to Nobunaga but not close enough for Nobunaga’s liking.

He sighs before grabbing her waist and guiding her onto his lap, she wraps her legs around his waist in surprise so she doesn't fall backwards.

“That's better” he stated, staring into her eyes with his own carmine ones. He smirks as she puts her arms around his neck as he adjusts his grip.

The movement of them both had caused Y/n’s thin, almost seethrough bathing robes to ride up her thighs. Blushing furiously, she quickly tries to pull the cloth down before Nobunaga can get any steamy ideas.

Nobunaga can't help but try to sneak a peek of her perfect thighs but something else catches his attention instead. He firmly grabs her hand before she can fully cover her thighs.

Startled, she looks up at Nobunaga only to see him staring down at her thighs with trembling eyes.

“When did you get this?” he questioned in a nonchalant voice but those who knew Nobunaga well would be able to pick up the hint of obvious worry that was apparent.

He reaches down and lightly brushed his long fingers across a brown bruise on the top of her thigh, in no more than a phantom touch.

Y/n looks down to see what Nobunaga is talking about and sees a bruise decorating her high but she can't answer his question because she doesn't recall when she got it but then suddenly remembers something.

“Oh, I remember. I was organising the archive when a book fell off the top shelf and the corner of it hit my leg” she revealed before looking up at Nobunaga.

She could see the telltale signs of worry for her wellbeing in the set of his face so she continued talking.

“I didn't even know it had bruised, it was only a slight pain” she adds to try to soothe her black haired lover.

Nobunaga lifts his eyes off her thigh and looks into her eyes before his next action makes her gasp.

He bends slightly and presses a soft kiss to Y/n’s thigh, like a mother kissing away the pain of their child's wound.

“I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it" Nobunaga asserts with admonishment in his eyes.

And just like that, Nobunaga the warlord has come back to the forefront but his strong minded lover will cherish the brief and rare show of concern for her that came from his slow thawing heart.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!  

[aquagirl1978]

And may I also request touches #2 with Mitsuhide? I love doting on that man so much!!

Thank you for this request - sorry it took me so long to get to 🥺

Blue Christmas - Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader (ikemen Sengoku)

A/N: Day 4 of my Twelve Days of Christmas. Also part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Reader

Prompt: running fingers through hair

Word Count: 562

Tags: fluff

It was a cold and blustery day in December as you strolled through the streets of Azuchi. Your hands were filled with bags brimming with gifts for all your friends, including an extra special one for Mitsuhide -- a small porcelain mouse. 

Christmas was one of your favorite holidays – the lights and the trees and the family dinner of fried chicken were just some of the things that made this holiday so special to you. You had thought this year would be bittersweet, as it was your first away from home, but it had been anything but so far. Christmas might not have come to Japan yet, but there was nothing stopping you from bringing the spirit of the holidays here.

 You had planned to sneak out that afternoon under the ruse of needing to go to the markets in search of new fabric – it was the perfect excuse to go shopping alone to get everyone’s gifts. 

And then you ran into Mitsuhide.

“Where’s this little mouse running off to this early?”

Close. So close to freedom. 

After you informed him that you were going to the market to pick up some new fabrics, you were shocked when he asked if he could join you. Of course you said yes – who would say no to their boyfriend – but now you were in the unenviable position of trying to evade the kitsune somewhere in the market as you purchased the presents.

As it turned out, Mitsuhide was meeting someone in the markets, so it was easy for you to shop in secret. After spending an inordinate amount of time perusing various shops to find the perfect gifts – down to Nobunaga’s favorite konpeito, sorry Hideyoshi – it was finally time to return home to the castle. 

One moment you were hurrying through the streets of the markets in Azuchi, and the next, you were lying flat on the ground. Cheeks warm with embarrassment, you sighed, your bags lying scattered on the ground around you. Your only saving grace was that no one you knew witnessed your fall.

Or so you thought.

Your stomach twisted in knots as you looked up into the crowd and spotted a familiar head of silver-white hair, suppressing a groan as he approached.

“Little mouse,” he said, offering you his hand in assistance. You slipped your hand in his; he easily pulled you up to a standing position. His eyes flickered over your figure, assessing any injuries. He reached out a hand, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His hand lingered, his fingers grazing your still heated cheeks, his touch comforting. 

“You really do need to watch yourself,” he chided, his eyes fixed on a patch of ice on the ground. “It certainly would have been a blue Christmas if you had hurt yourself.” 

You turned to him, your eyes wide with awe. How did he know about Christmas? You hadn’t said a word about it as you were waiting until the 25th to surprise everyone. So who told him?

He gazed at you knowingly, his golden eyes twinkling like familiar Christmas lights. He huffed a small laugh, and as if he was reading your mind, he pulled you close to him in a warm embrace, his fingers running through your hair as he held your face close to his heart.

“Lucky for you, I was here to help.”

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[ikeromantic]

Ikesen Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 1

This was an ask from @otomedad that I just had to write. I did some reading up on the history of tattooing in Japan and there was so much that I found super interesting. So! Here goes, starting with Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Masamune! Approx. 1500 words.

Nobunaga

“What’s this, fireball?”

You feel Nobunaga’s breath tickle your shoulder blade, his lips so close they almost brush your skin. For a moment, you don’t know what he means. It’s hard to think when parts of you are being ‘claimed’, afterall. But you smile as the memory comes back to you. Sitting on a stool, arms braced on the counter in front of you, with the buzz of the tattoo gun in your ear. “You like my koi?”

His fingers brush the inked design, tracing the outline of the leaping fish. “It is very well done.” He does not sound pleased, though he’s trying to hide it.

“You don’t.” A slight pout draws your lips out and down. 

Nobunaga stills behind you, so motionless that you don’t even feel him breathing. Just as you are about to break the silence, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest. “It is part of you, so it is beautiful.” His chin rests on your shoulder, just above the tattoo in question. “Why did you receive this mark?”

There is an unexpected tension in his voice, and you laugh to ease it before explaining. “I got it after I graduated from design. It represents my struggles, and my determination.” You turn your head to kiss his cheek. 

He regards you with a serious expression, tense despite your affection. 

“Do you really hate it?” You can’t help how vulnerable you feel as you meet his carnelian gaze.

“I told you. It is beautiful, as you are. But . . .” He pauses, a slight grimace crossing his expression. “I do not like that someone marked you. Someone else claimed this -” He leans back to spread his hand over the koi. “Every part of you is mine.”

“Are you jealous of my tattoo artist?” You grin, unable to hold back. “You know I picked the design and the colors and everything, right? He was just some guy with a good flash book . . .”

Nobunaga’s frown does not ease, though you know that he’s aware this is ridiculous. 

You snuggle back against him. “Alright, alright. I understand. If you could do tattoos, I’d get one from you, ok?”

Something mischievous flickers in his gaze and a slight smile turns up the corners of his mouth. “Yes. This is acceptable.”

You aren’t sure what he’s accepting. Nobunaga can’t do tattoos, right? Right? Whatever questions you have disappear as his lips find that sensitive spot at the back of your neck. 

Hideyoshi

You roll up your sleeves to start working on the kitchen’s herb garden. The day is warm and sunny, promising a hot afternoon. It’s a good thing you’re starting early. 

About an hour into the weeding, Hideyoshi stops by with a tray of cool water and a wide straw hat. He kneels beside you. “You know it’s bad for your skin to be exposed to sunlight for so long. Even in the morning, you can’t -” He stops midword, his mouth hanging open.

“Hm?” You look up, dusting your hands off. Before you can ask anything else, Hideyoshi grabs your elbow.

“What is this?” 

You realize he’s pointing at the serpent tattoo on your forearm. The snake curls over itself in a complex circle, with the head pointing at your wrist and the tale toward your elbow. “Oh! Erm,” you give an embarrassed laugh. “That.”

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Hideyoshi holds your arm up, inspecting it. “A thief. I should have guessed. What prefecture is this? Where are you really from?” The questions come lightning fast, his usual gentle lecturing tone replaced with a hard, brittleness that does not suit him at all.

“A thief? Are you serious right now?” You try to yank your arm back, going from bewildered to angry. 

Hideyoshi pulls you up to standing. “If you won’t answer my questions, maybe you’ll answer Mitsuhide’s.” He glares at you. “I can’t believe I - I called you my sister!” 

You take a breath, trying to hold in the tears suddenly threatening at the corners of your eyes. Sister. Why was this man so infuriating? First putting you in the sis-zone, and now accusing you. As if you hadn’t shared so many sweet moments. Almost-kisses. Holding hands. “Why are you freaking out about my tattoo?”

“It marks you as a criminal.” He sighs, looking away. “If you’ll come clean with me, maybe we can -”

“Come clean? Hideyoshi, I told you I’m not from here. In my ah, my village, people get tattoos because they like the way they look.” You wiggle your arm in his grasp. “This one means the cycle of life. Birth and death. Look at it!”

Hideyoshi slowly turns back to examine the mark on your arm. “It is . . . very finely done for a - a punishment.” He purses his lips. “And I do not know of a prefecture that uses a snake . . .”

You nod emphatically. “Exactly. And you know me. Hideyoshi?” Your tone brings his gaze to your face. 

He studies you for a moment. Then his grip loosens on your arm, the pad of his thumb stroking your inked flesh. “I may have, um, jumped to conclusions. My apologies.” A breath, then, “Sis.”

“Thanks.” You take your arm back, feelings still hurt. 

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. Then he drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side. “Let me apologize properly, after work tonight. Stop by after your bath and I’ll rub some oil on your arms and legs.” Hideyoshi’s cheeks hold a faint heat. “A brother should care for his sister when she’s working so hard.”

You know he knows there’s nothing brotherly in the touches you share, but you nod in acquiescence. Then you pull away. “The garden won’t weed itself,” you say.

He grins. “I suppose not.” Hideyoshi’s hand takes yours before you can take a step. “It’s nice. Your tattoo. Once I really looked at it.”

“Thanks,” you smile back, feeling a little better. “I’m looking forward to my massage tonight.” You give him a cheeky wink. 

Masamune

You splash to the river’s surface, sputtering from the water in your mouth and nose. Masamune laughs beside you, his strong arm holding you up above the roiling surface of the water as the current pushes you both downstream.

“Maybe next time we should look for a bridge,” you shout to be heard over the river.

“Nah. Where’s the fun in that?” Masamune’s blue eye gleams with unfettered joy as he pulls you toward the opposite shore. 

Once you hit the bank and crawl out, you flop back onto the grassy hillside. “Fun? Not drowning is fun. And now I’m soaked.” You glance over to see Masamune already stripping down, laying his clothes out to dry. 

He grins when he sees your expression. “What’s the matter, kitten? Tiger got your tongue?”

“Pffft.” You sit up, ignoring the way your face heats. You shrug out of your kimono, very aware of how thin your linen underclothes are. Especially now that they are wet and clinging to your skin. 

Masamune’s appreciative look does not help. He grins unapologetically. “I should come out this way more often. Great view.”

You throw a clump of grass at him and jump up to run. He chases you, laughing, and catches you pretty quickly. 

His laughter stops with a sharp inhale. “Are you hurt?”

You realize that he’s noticed the ink on your side, a tiger in the midst of peonies. The red, pink, and orange probably look like a wound beneath the opaque cloth. “No, nothing like that.” You carefully tug the linen up to show him your tattoo. 

“Wow.” His eye is wide as he takes in the art piece. “Gorgeous.” His calloused finger brushes the skin on your side, sending a shiver across your belly and up your ribcage. “It’s like a painting.”

“Thanks.” You feel more than a little self conscious, but also gratified by his reaction. “It’s supposed to be, like, fragility and strength? Together?” You find yourself a little tongue tied, too focused on his warm hand touching you. 

Masamune finally looks up, catching your gaze. “It fits you, kitten. Strong and fragile.” His expression is more serious than you’re used to. A deeper emotion moves in the depths of his blue eye. 

The urge to kiss him is strong, but you resist. You tug the cloth back down and step away, heart beating frantically. Masamune likes to flirt, you think, that’s all. You wrack your brain for a witty comment and come up empty. 

He smiles, drops his hands. “Our clothes should dry out soon, and then we can continue on.”

“The temple better be awesome. You’ve talked it up too much to take anything less than.” Your destination is safer ground, you think, jumping right into the new topic.

Masamune laughs. “There’s not another like it anywhere.” Something about the way he says it makes you wonder if he means the temple you’re traveling to or something else. 

“Worth the trip then?”

He catches a bit of your damp hair and twirls it around a finger. “I’d say this trip is already worth it.”

[writtenbyrinnie]

kenshin | crimson˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

★彡kenshin x fem!reader

★彡word count: 1,431!

★彡unhealthy relationship, knife injury, eroguro, kenshin being his usual posessive self ٩( ᐛ )و and lots of blood lol

★彡 you 🫵🏻 try to go back to ur village after breaking up with kenshin (for plot #trusttt) but things dont go as planned...>:3

kenshin's normally stoic demeanor breaks completely at your words. his hand grasping your chin squeezes it slightly, enough to cause you to wince.

".. think i may have misheard you, my love. what did you say?" he says, his voice low and snarky.

"i...i-.." you grit your teeth, feeling uneasy from the start.

"i have to return to my village..."

his brows knitted at your words as his grip on you tightened further. despite the pain he was causing you, he was unable to control himself.

"..no, you dont. tell me why you're lying." he hissed, eyes narrowing as he took in your expression.

"im not lying. i need to return, and i won't be back once i do so." you replied, unable to meet his icy glare. 

he shook his head at your words. you could feel the anger building in his tone as he spoke, his voice cold and cruel.

"no. i forbid it. you aren't leaving."

"kenshin... please don't make this harder than it has to be... i already told you, we're done..." sighing with discomfort, you felt a familiar anxiety creeping up your back again. your words weren't getting to him at all.

"i don't think you understand. we're never done... you belong to me. and i don't permit you to leave. if you even attempt to leave, i will hunt you down. there's nowhere in this world you can go where i won't find you." he growled, forcing you to meet his gaze.

it was no use trying to reason with a madman. whatever this 'relationship' of yours was, it was nowhere near healthy or stable. this kind of love was destined to destroy you both. were you going to let it? after building up the courage to go against him, were you going to go back to those arms?

hesitantly, you pulled out the small knife carefully hidden in your sleeve; it was the one sasuke gave as a last resort. the same one you hoped you wouldn't have to use.

he looked down at the knife, utterly unbothered by the threat. instead of taking a step back, he stepped forward, pressing himself against the tip and letting it pierce the fabric and his skin slightly.

"..is that meant to scare me?" he says, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a wicked smirk.

"k-kenshin..." you stared with your eyes wide, unable to move as he practically trapped you against the wall with how close he had gotten.

barely noticing the tiny prick of pain it made in his skin, he looked up at your scared expression, his eyes burning angrily.

"what? you're having second thoughts?"

kenshin laughed at your fear. 

"you were so bold a minute ago. if you're going to threaten me, do it properly, woman. or are you not able to follow through?"

a few drops of blood stained his kimono.

"just let me go...i dont want this-..."

he brought a hand up and gripped the knife in your hands, his hand bleeding due to the sharp edge of the knife cutting into his palm. he dared to lean even closer to your face, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

"do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to break this pretty little wrist of yours? it seems you've forgotten... im your lord, you belong to me. there's no way ill let you go anywhere."

the sleeves of kenshins kimono stained crimson as he hissed, the slit in his hand and chest deepening as you continued to struggle against his powerful grip.

ignoring the pain, his eyes burned with anger. even you could see the crazed look in them.

"drop the knife."

he commanded. his tone hard like steel.

with a scowl, he grabbed the weapon from your hand, tossing it aside. pulling your hand up to his chest and using it to press against his wound. he brought his face even closer to yours, his eyes burning as he looked at you.

"...the more you struggle, the worse it will be for you. stop it."

the warm, coppery liquid trickled down onto your hands as you flinched with a mix of fear and disgust. 

his eyes narrowed as he looked down at your frightened expression. seeing your hands stained with his blood and your trembling form ignited something within him. gripping tight around your waist and pulling your body flush against his, his lips crashed down against yours in a desperate, possessive kiss.

he pressed you harder into the wall, molding his body against yours, his blood staining your clothes. he broke the kiss long enough to speak, his hot breath fanning against your skin. "you... aren't going anywhere..."

kenshin's eyelids had begun to feel a tad bit heavier as time passed, due to his blood loss. staring at your crimson stained clothes in fear, you yelled.

"this is so much blood...kenshin! we need to-.." 

you tried reaching over to the bandages, only to get stopped by kenshin himself. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back against himself and refusing to let you go. his grip tight around your body as he buried his face into your shoulder.

his voice was low and pained, as he spoke.

"i don't care."

he mumbled into your neck.

"stay. don't leave me."

you looked down, upset and worried sick for him, but also touched by his words. your resolve broke down as you gently placed a hand on his cheek, smearing the blood around as you caressed it.

"i won't leave...just...let me patch you up, please..?" you added, your voice barely above a whisper.

leaning into your touch against his cheek, he closed his eyes at the feeling. nodding slowly as he struggled to steady his breathing.

"...fine, just don't leave my sight."

he let out a low, pained huff as he reluctantly let go of you with one arm, allowing you some room to move.

as you went about your work, bandaging up his hand and putting pressure on his chest, he kept his body pressed tight against yours, his breath hot on your shoulder as he leaned his head down, nuzzling his face against you as he tried to control his need to pull you even closer.

"i can't let you go. please don't ask me to..." he muttered, his voice tight and gravelly.

the slit on his chest was pretty deep, making the subcutaneous fat layer underneath visible to you. crimson gushed out continuously as you helplessly kept applying pressure to slow it down.

kenshin grunted in pain, gripping your shoulders tightly. he took a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm. 

despite the pain, the close proximity of your body, combined with the sight of you covered in his blood, was doing things to him...

he leaned his head back against the wall, hissing between clenched teeth. his hands, gripping your shoulders, moved down to your hips, grasping tight enough to leave bruises on your soft skin. the pain and feeling of your hands touching his wound was almost more pleasurable than it was painful.

despite the fact that it was his blood staining your skin and clothes, he couldn't help but find the sight quite pleasant. all he could focus on was your hands on his skin, touching his body, and pressing into his wound. the pain... and the pleasure...were mixing together.

soon enough, his breathing slowly returned to normal as he glanced down at his chest. the bleeding had stopped, thanks to you. he looked up at you, examining your face and taking in the sight of you covered in blood. he pulled you closer against his body, completely ignoring the fact that both of you were covered in his blood.

"..you look beautiful."

that wicked smile of his, accompanied by a compliment, had your heart speeding up again. "youre sick in the head..."

kenshin laughed at your words, his eyes still roaming all over your face and body. pulling you even closer to him, he let his lips graze along your neck, tasting his own blood on your delicate skin.

he brought a hand up and grasped your chin, tilting your head up to look him directly in the eye. "i may be sick... but so are you, my love. you think I didn't notice?"

he pressed his body against yours, holding you captive.

"you love the feeling of my blood on you, don't you? you get excited just thinking of how it proves my body belongs to you."

he leaned in closer, his lips next to your ears.

"admit it."

really enjoyed writing this hehe :33333 i was looking forward to writing a eroguro-y? piece after seeing the love on my most recent drawing (tysm!!🌷) and kenshin seemed like a fitting character!

[narutouzumaki-25]