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hauntingofhouses · 1 year ago

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Thinking about the crazy love triangle situation in Blue Eye Samurai and debating heavily with myself on how I'd like to see it conclude. And yeah this discussion can be thought of purely as shipping, headcanons, and fandom fun. But when analysing the show and engaging with it in a more in-depth, almost-literary level, it's impossible to dismiss who Mizu's potential love interests are and how different endgame romances would affect her character arc and the overall story and themes.

So in this post I'd like to look at the love triangle a bit more closely, and speculate on where the story will take this.

DISCLAIMER: It is my personal interpretation of the text that Mizu is non-binary—I use this as an umbrella term denoting any gender that does not adhere to the binary restrictions, norms, and expectations of what it means to be either a man or woman in a particular society; it's not just an androgynous "third gender" that exclusively uses they/them pronouns. Thus, while I personally believe Mizu is not strictly a cis woman, she does still identify with womanhood, despite definitely feeling a level of detachment from it due to living as a man for so long. With that being said, I will be using she/her pronouns for Mizu in this post, but please note that this is purely personal preference. Everyone is free to interpret the text the way they like. That's the fun of fiction. Now, without further ado, let's proceed.

Okay so, thinking about the pairings on a purely surface level, and even before i got into the show, I was pinning my hopes on some lesbianism going on between Mizu and Akemi, and the show does hint at this; in Ep1, during their first encounter in Kyoto, there is the famous slow-mo shot of their eyes meeting, Mizu's lips slightly parted as she is unable to tear her gaze away from Akemi, while sweet string music plays in the background. This is clear romantic framing, and a marker of attraction. If Mizu was a cishet man, there would be no question that this is a potential love interest.

But then, in the same episode, we meet Taigen, who is introduced to us firstly from hearing Akemi's father describe him as "a fierce and undefeated young samurai", the "best swordsman in the best school" and "a fisherman's son from Kohama [...] whose rise reminds [him] of [his] own."

In the next scene, we meet him in person as Akemi's fiance, and he seems sweet enough. He even gives her sweets! In exchange, Akemi gives him gold, and he feels a bit ashamed that he doesn't have anything better to offer her. But Akemi accepts him and his gift wholeheartedly and flirts with him a little, which makes him smile kinda shyly.

When Akemi confirms their engagement, Taigen is in disbelief because he has no status or noble background, but Akemi reassures him.

So from these first few scenes, we're introduced to Taigen as an honourable and strong samurai, but also as a man who is sweet and gentle with the woman he is about to marry, as well as aware of his own inferiority when compared to Akemi's high station.

Our view of him then changes as his true self is revealed: he is an arrogant and smug bastard among his peers, but more importantly, he is the terrible bully from Mizu's childhood.

And it is this side of Taigen--pompous jerk and unrepentant xenophobic bully--that we continue to see as the show goes on, and it's safe to say that this is his real self, sans any pretense of humility and modesty. Around anyone who isn't an outright superior in terms of class and power (ie. Akemi's father, the shogun), Taigen never hesitates to assert his own authority and "greatness."

But as the show goes on, he gets caught by Heiji Shindo's men, and then tortured. And that's when we see, okay, turns out he's not that bad. He's honourable; "honour" is not just meaningless and superficial pedantry for him, but an internalised, guiding principle.

He was a cruel asshat throughout Mizu's childhood, but in a prejudiced and xenophobic society, he was just playing by the rules. As a child, he knew he was at the bottom of society, but when met with someone even lower ranked than him (Mizu), he can project all those prejudices and insecurities onto someone else. This way of thinking--"if you can't beat 'em, join em"--is what allowed him to climb up the ranks despite being some dirt poor kid from an abusive household*.

*Well, that combined with his cismale privilege of course, because this would not be an option for a woman in similar circumstances.

Thus, his upholding of honour also exemplifies how Taigen embodies the ideals and rules of his society. His insistence on duelling Mizu is another more blatant example of this. He doesn't want revenge like Mizu does. He wants to be accepted by society, within the bounds that society has placed, and that means that his only two options following his defeat at the Shindo dojo were to either chase Mizu down and get his damn duel, or kill himself for his humiliating defeat.

Now! Moving on from Taigen, let's go back to the other end of this little love triangle: Akemi.

Mizu and Akemi only properly meet in Ep4. During their first meeting, when Akemi tries to poison Mizu in Madame Kaji's brothel, she compliments Mizu's eyes, calling them "beautiful."

This seems to genuinely take mizu off-guard for a second before she coolly plays along. We know that Mizu recognises Akemi from the get-go, and thus sees through Akemi's ploy from a mile away. It's also safe to assume she'd expected false flattery, because Mizu understands full well that this tactic is how women get what they want: by using their 'feminine wiles' and playing up their naivety and innocence. But even so, it's interesting that Mizu actually seems surprised by Akemi's compliment.

Then, after Mizu subtly taunts Akemi by lying about Taigen's death, she and Akemi have a bit of a scuffle, and then we get to Mizu saying this:

"Women in our world don't have a single good option. Except you, like some magical forest creature. You could have anything you want, but then you beg to eat trash."

(no screenshot because it's quite a long line but you get it)

Here we see Mizu's opinions on the marginalisation of (mostly poor and under-privileged) women stated outright, and underlying her words is also resentment. Because even though she and Akemi have shared experiences of female oppression, Mizu, unlike Akemi, was also poor, from a rural village, and is a racial minority. Mizu is triply oppressed, while Akemi only faces one primary form of oppression, and to someone as embittered by the world as Mizu is, to see Akemi "beg to eat trash" is a slap in the face, practically tone-deaf to the other injustices around her--injustices which Akemi has not shown much, or any, acknowledgement for at this point.

Then, after this scene, Mizu kills Kinuyo, and this unsettles her to a degree we've never seen from her before. She is visibly distraught, and the entire sequence hammers the theme of this episode (and arguably, a large portion of the show) into our heads: women in this world suffer. And even though Mizu is well aware of this fact, to commit this act is so visceral that is shakes her to her core, and it's what ultimately leads to the ambush of the Thousand Fangs.

But before the ambush, Mizu and Akemi talk a little again, and during this time Akemi taunts Mizu some more.

Right now, Mizu is exhausted to the point where (I believe) she even downs some sake, despite not usually drinking. Thus, worn down, she cuts Akemi's ropes and tells her, "Just go." Akemi recovers from her initial fear of Mizu's blade and taunts her some more, accurately seeing through Mizu's facade of coldness, recognising the raw anger there, and says this:

"I thought you had to be something special. Your face isn't even so scary. You're just... angry."

At this, Mizu is amused and compares Akemi to Taigen ("I see why he likes you. You're just like Taigen when we were children. A fucking brat.")

The reveal that Mizu and Taigen knew each other in childhood surprises Akemi, but before either of them can say more, everything goes to shit.

That's when we get to Ep5. This episode focuses primarily on Mizu, the central piece of this love triangle, and does the most out of all the episodes to shed some light on her character and goals, fleshing her out to be more than just the vengeful, highly proficient samurai we've seen thus far (symbolised by The Ronin), but also a person who is capable of love, domesticity and gentleness (symbolised by The Bride). But in the end, Mizu rejects both these ideals, instead becoming an Onryo, who is neither guided by pride/honour, nor love.

By 'reincarnating' into an Onryo, Mizu is able to win the day and save the women in the brothel. However, as she has now fully embraced her status as an Onryo, and is exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally, she lets the Tokunobu clansmen take Akemi away while Akemi's screams echo in her ear.

Mizu says this choice is for Akemi's own good, that Akemi's better off; because Mizu is jaded and weary, and cannot afford the luxury of idealism, and thus must always be strictly practical and realistic. So of course that's why, in her view, yes, Akemi should not be wasting her time in a brothel where women are exploited and abused, nor should Akemi be so naive to think that her marriage with Taigen is even still possible. However, regardless of Mizu's views, it is not for her to decide, because though Akemi is privileged in some sense, she is still trapped and voiceless, and deserves the right to choose her own destiny.

But as it happens, in the end, though Akemi did not choose who she gets to marry, she DOES get to choose her next move when Edo burns down.

"I want to be great."

This one line is the key to her entire arc, which is only just beginning. We see she quickly has acquired the affection and good graces of the shogun's son after their wedding night and consummation, and with Madame Kaji and the girls now serving her, Akemi will only grow to become a prominent political player.

NOW, only after analysing the characters as they are within this season, only can we speculate how their arcs will continue as the show progresses.

First and foremost, I will reassert the popular opinion that Mizu and Akemi are foils. The climax (pun intended) of Ep7 illustrates this as it parallels the turning points in both Mizu's and Akemi's arcs:

Mizu melts the steel of all her loves and shames, the people she's collected: the broken blade wielded by both Chiaki and Taigen, Akemi's knife, Ringo's bell, Master Eiji's tongs - this symbolises her beginning to accept herself, and in doing so, also accepting the help of others;

Akemi consummates her marriage with Takayoshi Itoh, gains his affection, and cements her position as a woman in the shogun's palace - this symbolises her taking charge of her situation, no longer playing the damsel, but using her position to her advantage, empowering both herself and the underprivileged women around her.

These are thus two directly contrasting, diverging journeys:

Mizu's arc moves inward (yin). It is an internal path of self-love and self-discovery, focused on finding peace and tranquility inside herself, and this involves allowing herself to let others into her life, opening herself up to friendship and empathy once more.

Akemi's arc moves outward (yang), it is an external path of growth, transforming from a naive, caged princess to a powerful woman and a force to be reckoned with.

Akemi is always dressed in red, even her eyes are a bit of a reddish-brown rather than brown-black like most other characters, and in her penultimate scene she stands against a backdrop of flames. She is fire: quick-tempered, passionate, full of energy. Red is powerful, authoritative, and in eastern cultures, it is associated with prosperity.

Mizu is blue: her eyes, her sword, her clothes. She is also named after water; it's where she goes to recover, reflect and meditate. Water is fluid like a brook weaving around a stone in its path, always changing and adapting, it is graceful, it is beautiful and ruthless, tranquil yet swift.

Thus, in the future, I expect we will see plenty of political manoeuvring and intrigue in Akemi's plotline, where she fully embraces control of her life, and begins to take action to help others as well, realising that her own oppression is just one piece in a much larger picture. Her main conflict is with society.

In direct contrast, Mizu's main conflict is with herself. She must realise that her desire for vengeance is a projection of her own deep-rooted self-hatred. Her arc must move towards unpacking her feelings and trauma so she can be at peace with herself and allow space for love in her heart. Because as we saw in Ep5, Mizu had come extremely close to achieving peace and joy, as she had not only loved Mikio, but also had briefly believed that Mikio had loved her (and accepted her for who she is) as well.

Thus, assuming the story is not planned as a tragedy, Mizu will likely end up getting her vengeance, but it will not satisfy her, because it is not what she needs. What she needs is to let go of the Onryo within her and to reconcile both The Ronin and The Bride within herself, as she is both a fighter and a lover, but not a monster.

(Edit: I recommend checking out this post by @stylographic-blue-rhapsody for a much clearer analysis about Mizu'a symbolism as Ronin, Bride and Onryo!)

And now that we've mostly covered each of the characters individually, we can finally get to the main point of this post: the love triangle.

Let's talk about Option A: Akemi.

As I covered extensively earlier, Mizu and Akemi are foils, a yin-yang pair. But while they play off each other very well in a thematic sense, I personally believe that a serious romance between them will be more complicated if they become endgame. This is because Akemi's natural resolution is to embrace a position of power and influence, where she has both freedom and control over herself and to make much-needed changes in a prejudiced society. Meanwhile, Mizu's natural resolution is the opposite; her happy ending would to find a peaceful life where she is safe and free from prying eyes, and able to be her true self.

Thus, it would make very little sense for Akemi to forfeit power and run away with Mizu and start a humble life together. Akemi wants to be great, and that is absolutely what she deserves. On the other end of the spectrum, it would also make little sense for Mizu to dedicate her life in service of Akemi, such as acting as a bodyguard or something similar, because a life in a palace full of court intrigue and conspiracies is far from what Mizu needs to be happy.

With that being said, if Mizu/Akemi is endgame, and assuming their overarching character arcs do not shift directions, their love story would likely be either tragic, doomed, or bittersweet. I do absolutely love this type of story because personally I'm a sucker for catharsis, so it would be very interesting if the writers do decide to take this route.

Also, as a note, please do not take this as me dunking on this pairing. This is just my personal opinion and analysis and I completely understand if you disagree!

Then, of course, we have Option B: Taigen.

Between Akemi and Mizu, Taigen is a bit of a free-floater here, because Season 1 leaves off at a point where his arc is very ambiguous as to where it's headed. While Akemi climbs for greatness and Mizu goes on a journey across the ocean to (presumably) discover more about her heritage, we have little clues about where Taigen is headed. And if I'm being honest, I'm sure he has no idea either! He still hasn't reclaimed his honour, so he would be unable to rejoin the Shindo Dojo; he's been rejected by Akemi; and while he showed loyalty to the shogun, the shogun is now dead, and all the shogun's men who had witnessed his "humiliating" death were left to die by Lady Itoh, who is now pulling the strings within the palace.

Therefore, Taigen has very few options here.

And when considering his role in the story is as Mizu's begrudging ally, his arc will undoubtedly be focused on unlearning his xenophobia and misogyny, the latter of which we have not seen yet, but is surely present. Now, whether he will do this in Mizu's presence or absence will be unknown until we see Season 2. Following the Season 1 finale, he might return to Kohama and wait for Mizu there as he learns humility and remorse over his past cruelty; or maybe he will follow Mizu to London, and the two of them will continue to butt heads until he finally admits to himself that he cares for Mizu more than he would like to admit. There is no room for doubt that his growing feelings for Mizu are more-than-platonic, because we all saw him get turned on by sparring with her in Ep7 lol. Thus, regardless of the exact choice he makes, I am sure that his overall arc will be focused on redeeming his character.

Now, when it comes go redeeming him, I know there are many who simply don't want him redeemed because he was such a jerk to Mizu, and while yes I agree he was awful, I do believe there is also nuance to his character.

Previously I've discussed in great detail the colour and elemental symbolism with Mizu and Akemi, but have yet to touch on how they relate to Taigen. So, let's talk about that for a second.

While Akemi is red and Mizu is blue, Taigen is green.

Green is a complementary colour to Akemi's red. Complementary colours are directly opposite each other in the colour wheel; when mixed, they neutralise each other, but when put side-by-side, they form a pleasing and impactful contrast that boosts the brightness and prominence of both colours. This mirrors Taigen and Akemi's relationship. They are an "ideal" pair because they complement each other very well, and bring out each other's most prominent traits. Mizu's comment about their similar "brattiness" comes to mind here.

Green is also an analogous colour with Mizu's blue. These colours are sitting right next to each other on the colour wheel; their natural similarity makes it easy for them to form a cohesive overall appearance, but using both in equal amounts will make a design overwhelming and too busy. Thus, the best way to use analogous colours is to make one the dominant colour, while the other will serve as an accent. I feel this also speaks to the dynamic in Taigen and Mizu's relationship. They came from the space place, both from nothing; they're both strong fighters who love the sport, and work well together when fighting side-by-side; however, they butt heads too easily, mirroring how analogous colours can be too overwhelming when used in equal amounts. Thus, to work together in harmony, one has to be the dominant colour, while the other serves as the accent. In this case, the dominant force would be Mizu, as she is the protagonist of the story, while the accent would be Taigen.

By fulfilling this role as an "accent" to Mizu, Taigen's character would easily be slotted in as a the love interest. This is in contrast with a Mizu/Akemi relationship, whereby Akemi is Mizu's foil before she is Mizu's love interest. This is because, by being a love interest, a character usually takes a backseat in the story, serving the plot and the themes by playing a purely supportive role, and this is not possible in Akemi's case because her character exists to parallel and contrast Mizu (red and blue), and not to support her.

It is possible to serve as a supporting love interest in Taigen's case however. And this is because he, unlike the other characters, does not currently have a definitive place within the story. He initially served the plot as an antagonistic force, but now as he is slowly unlearning his prejudices and becoming a better person, he can no longer serve the story by acting purely as a rival.

Instead, he will serve the story by literally supporting Mizu. And this relates to Taigen being earth, which is steady, firm and reliable, unwavering in loyalty and principles, hardworking and rooted in stability, which is seen in Taigen's staunch and inflexible obedience to the traditions and rules of society. These traits are what make him a perfect samurai, but not a good man. However, unlike most people in their world, Taigen is still capable of change and redemption, which is why Mizu says that he has the potential to be great. Not great by way of power or glory, but great in character. Already, he is honourable to a fault, and does not betray Mizu even after she technically robbed him of everything he was striving towards. And when he was shot by an arrow in the chasm, he did not hesitate a second to tell Mizu to use him as a human shield and save herself.

The trigger for his redemption is Mizu. If she had never beat him in that duel, Taigen would live on to become a man like Akemi's father. Cruel, power-hungry, controlling, conservative. But through Mizu, Taigen's sharp edges are ground down, much like water that wears down the stones in a river.

Where Mizu and Akemi's possible love story would be a clash of wills, full of passion and even heartbreak, a possible love story between Mizu and Taigen would be the wearing down of souls. Mizu would make Taigen a better person, and in turn Taigen would dedicate his full respect and support to Mizu as his equal, thus getting her to slowly open up and love herself. Already, Taigen has grown enough to admit (begrudgingly, and in his own Taigen way) that Mizu is better than him; though, clearly, he still has a long way to go, as he still calls Mizu a demon shortly after that.

But basically, Taigen is a very simple man (his main goal now is "to be happy"), and Mizu has great depths that he cannot yet fathom. For this love story to work, it has to begin with Taigen changing for the better. If he succeeds in that, and is able to accept Mizu for all her complexities, I believe that they will make a formidable pair. And though he'd likely still throw a jab or snarky remark at Mizu every now and then, I think he'd come tl wholeheartedly admire Mizu as a brilliant swordsman and a kind soul. Thus, should things work out and this be endgame, Taigen would be able to provide Mizu with what Mikio could not: an idyllic life that is not built on a lie, but mutual trust, respect, admiration, and equality.

Or hey, maybe they could both make their own dojo together! I don't know.

(Edit: This post by @rinandsketches does a great job at delving into Taigen's character and a potential Mizu/Taigen relationship if you'd like to read more about this angle!)

Now, as I move on from Taigen, there are a couple more options on how to resolve this love triangle and that includes Option C: Ringo.

In this option, Mizu does not have an endgame romance with either Akemi or Taigen. In this route, she finds peace and love through friendship, solidarity, and a found family between herself, Ringo and Master Eiji—a bunch of outcasts in society who make a strong trifecta of sword-makers.

Also, as an aside while I'm talking about Ringo, I'd like to point out that I believe his element is air and his colour is a neutral grey; he is talkative, easy-going, wise, curious, light on his feet (stealthy) and free-spirited, which are all traits linked to air, and traits that complement Mizu nicely, as he is capable of getting Mizu to open up and trust others again, while Mizu helps him reach his true potential for greatness.

And finally, there's Option D: Polyamory.

This is basically an "all of the above" option, in which everyone wins and it's a super duper happy ending. It would also be awesome to get some polyamorous representation, and seeing the dynamic between Akemi/Mizu/Taigen play out would be very entertaining and refreshing. So, you never know, this just might be the true endgame!

AAAAND with that, I close my extremely long analysis of what is essentially Mizu's love life. Whatever the final outcome of this love triangle though, I just hope it will be well-written and satisfying to all the characters' respective arcs. (Also I just want Mizu to be HAPPY goddamn it because she deserves the world and her coochie eaten out)

Now, I highly doubt anyone will read any of this (especially not until the end!) but that's fine. I just have so many thoughts and feelings about this show and I just needed to get this out of my system lol! But if by some miracle you did read this far, I wholeheartedly welcome any sharing of thoughts and ideas because man am I obsessed with this show! But of course, if we have an opposing opinions, please be respectful when letting me know; I am very open to friendly discussions.

#blue eye samurai #mizu x taigen #mizu x akemi #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x akemi x taigen #blue eye samurai meta #also if you ask me PERSONALLY. based on my own analysis which you can read above. personally i'm placing my bets on option b (mizutaigen)#and this is simply bcs i think mizu deserves nice things and that includes getting dicked down and pampered and worshipped #whoops who said that #also mizu deserves to live a life where she can hand taigen's ass to him on a daily basis. ykwim.#BUT i am def open to a change of opinion regarding the mizuakemi rship as the story progresses #i just dont want the writers to reduce akemi into nothing but a love interest for mizu #the only way i can see a happy mizuakemi endgame scenario is if blue eye samurai becomes purely an angsty romance story #in which case then yes i fully endorse the akemi ending <3 #but that would probs require a whole genre overhaul? bcs currently the show is firstly an action-epic where the romance is just a subplot #but even tho i dont reeeeally want a mizuakemi endgame i still DEF want mizu & akemi to be romantically and/or sexually involved plsss <3 #like they cant have that slow-mo shot between the two of them as their first encounter and NOT DO ANYTHING W IT!!!#also i want mizu to be at LEAST a little sapphic plsplspls #shut up haydar #meta dissertations.pdf #haydar's fandom posts #i wrote this whole thing while delirious and covid positive

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zombiecheri · 1 year ago

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A Girl And A Samurai

Pairing: Mizu x Fem!reader

Tags: mizu kills a man, you get to know her. there's nothing more in first chapter at least

A/N: haven't written anything in ages so excuse me if there are some errors. had to get this out of my system. next chapter will be more spicy!

Chapter 1

"you drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it" - Paulo Coelho

It wasn't supposed to happen like that. The man, your father entrusted to accompany you back to the village, simply haven't showed up and you sat in the small inn pondering what to do next. It was foolish to even consider going back alone. With autumn season nearing it's end, cold winter air was creeping from the north rattling against the old wooden walls of the inn. Not to talk about groups of men wandering around and waiting for an opportunity to rob, rape and kill women on the road.

road, which would take at least a week.

you were brave and reckless but far from stupid, you wouldn't even last 3 days on the road. but you had to.

had to

With winter nearing, you couldn't get stuck in an inn where you hardly knew anyone with no food and barely any money left. Waiting for your family to send another person to accompany you back would also take too long. It seemed like an impossible situation and you were about to start panicking until a solution presented itself.

Big hat. That was the first thing you noticed about the stranger. Then you saw a scabbard that glistened in the morning light and the weird tinted glasses that hid their stare. Accidentally overhearing the conversation between him and the innkeeper got your hopes back up. Coincidentally strange samurai also happened to be headed to your village. It seemed that you haven't run out of luck completely. Convincing the samurai to let you accompany him to the village took a lot of effort and begging on your part but the very next day you both were headed to your home, walking out from an old inn into the road surrounded by fallen leaves.

The air was crisp and fresh brushing against your skin and twirling colourful leaves around you. Samurai was quiet but you didn't mind the silence that much. You noticed even back in the inn that he didn't like to waste time on small talk so you silently followed him on the road enjoying the scenery around you.

The first night you spent out in the woods surrounded by trees looming around you, the temperature dropping significantly but thankfully samurai made a fire so the cold late autumn weather didn't bother you much. Both of you ate quietly and you settled to sleep near fire while samurai took watch. The fire cast shadows that swirled with each flicker. It was hard to fall asleep when you could feel his gaze on the back of your head and the anxiousness seeped into your skin sending warn signals to your mind about the whole situation. You barely knew the stranger and while he agreed to let you tag along with him, you were too quick to trust him. Who knew what he'd do? You two were completely alone in woods. Even if you wanted you couldn't shout for help because there wasn't a soul who could hear you.

It seemed that while your mind was racing, your body was having other problems and soon exhaustion took over making you fall into a troubled slumber. It didn't last long. You awoke with a jolt, clutching your hand against your chest, nightmare slowly fading away as you took in your surroundings eyes searching for a tall form of a samurai except he was nowhere to be seen. Panic seeped into your skin and settled heavily in your stomach. You glanced around frantically searching for him, the fire long gone, late autumn chill creeping up and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

He left you. That was your first thought and in the blind panic you stood up, walking in a random direction hoping to catch up to him. You wouldn't survive alone in woods. At least it seemed that your belongings were not touched at all but what good it would do if you ended up dying anyways?

You walked around blindly for a while until you heard a strange sound and slowly, with careful steps went to the direction where you heard it from, light coming down from above helping you lead the way. It appeared there was a small river deep into the woods, you could hear the sound of water rushing down disappearing in the darkness down the way where faint light from the moon couldn't reach it. That's when you noticed the samurai. It appeared that your panic was short-lived and suddenly you felt foolish. He didn't abandon you, he just simply cleaned himself in the water while you were sleeping. He was dressing up when your eyes zeroed in on his chest. Rather, on a strange fabric covering the area. bindings? why would a man need bindings around his chest you wondered before realization hit you and you let out a quiet gasp, taking slow steps backwards.

He, or rather, she was on you before you even managed to blink. The tip of the sword brushed against your neck and you finally let out a loud gasp falling on the cold ground scrambling on your feet to get away from the samurai. She pulled her sword away, grabbing your kimono and bringing her face closer until you could feel her cold breath against your skin. Eyes, icy like the river, bore into you seemingly trying to pierce you with the gaze alone and all you could do was stare back at her gaping like a fish out of water.

If looks could kill

Another shiver took a hold of your body and then you heard it, her voice, almost as cold and deadly as her eyes, whispering against your ear,

"If you tell anyone about this I will kill you"

And brave and reckless you were, but mindless you were not for you believed her every word and managed a tiny, shaky nod not trusting your voice to speak. She let go of you then, dropping you unceremoniously on the ground and going back to finish dressing up as you sat there wondering if luck was at your side or you were truly foolish to believe so.

Next morning you both continued your walk again. You quietly gathered your supplies after eating and followed her on the road not missing the stare which now you knew hid eyes colour of a chilly winter sky. The silence once welcoming now hung in the air threatening to deafen you. Tension so thick you could almost taste it on your tongue. Walk was short lived because not even an hour in, your luck decided to test you again.

Three men, seemingly out of nowhere appeared right in front of you two their gazes dark, their eyes even darker and you cursed in your head noticing their ugly stares fixed on your body. Your samurai just stood there staring down at them without saying a word before slowly tilting her head to the side and whispering for only you to hear,

"stand back"

You did as you were told and watched as the three men laughed at your companion.

"You think you can take us?" Said one of them, voice raspy filled with amusement and mockery as he took out the small blade and dangled it in front of the samurai while other two laughed. "Give us the girl and maybe we'll let you walk away"

You heard it then. A faint chuckle, melodic and deep so unlike the laugh coming out of awful men in front of you and a part of you, mistrustful and weak and so, so foolish, wondered if she'd actually give you to them. It seemed that you didn't have to wonder long because she unsheathed the sword and before you even managed to blink, her sword was slicing the hand dangling a rusty blade.

It felt like time slowed down, hand fell on the ground blood oozing out from the wound painting everything red and you felt like you were underwater, your ears filled with cotton. You didn't even notice your shaky legs giving out as you fell on the ground yet again.

It ended as fast at it started and soon one man lay dead on the ground, blood pooling around him, his sliced hand laying next to him clutching that rusty metal as other two were running away with panicked gasps and curses. There wasn't a drop of blood on the samurai as she turned around putting the sword back into the scabbard. She noticed your fallen form and tilted her head an unkind smile appearing on her face as she took slow steps towards you, like an animal stalking it's prey.

"are you scared?" Her voice held a hint of mockery, tone almost bored. You realized then that she expected you to run. To cry. A demon, an onryō wearing a mask of a human with mixed blood and eyes so unlike anything you've ever seen before. She expected you to be scared or disgusted and while you were shocked and maybe scared a little bit, there was a hint of something deep inside you, something that made you walk all those miles away from home, made you brave and made you reckless.

A hint of curiosity.

You were curious about her. A lone samurai, a woman, something completely unheard of, walking around for a purpose you didn't know and killing with such precision and skill that left you speechless. That intrigued you, that pulled you in and made you want to understand, to unravel the mystery that was the woman standing in front of you. So really, how could you help it? How could you stop the curiosity taking over your body and how could you stop the words that stumbled out of your mouth catching both of you by surprise.

"What's your name?"

Such a simple, innocuous question. There was a dead man laying in his own blood and there was a samurai in front of you who killed him in mere seconds and you wanted to know her name?

She let out a laugh then. A real laugh, throwing her head back and wrapping arms around herself all hints of mockery and distrust disappearing from her face. The sound pulled you in, mesmerized you and took you by surprise so sudden you felt foolish. foolish for the way your cheeks warmed and foolish for the way your treacherous heart speed up it's rhythmic beating against your chest.

"It's mizu" was all she said after she calmed down and oh, you were such a foolish girl after all.

The walk afterwards wasn't as unpleasant anymore. Tension hanging in the air disappeared and took the silence with it. For some unknown but quite welcoming reasons she even indulged in small talk with you. You got to know about her purpose and in return she got to know about your life in village.

Mizu. Set on a path towards killing four white men in japan. Mizu, whose blue eyes lost it's icy edge and reminded you more of a warm summer sky instead, of clear ocean - wild, untamed but beautiful and deadly. And you wondered, if you tested your luck once more, could you drown in them or drift above.

#mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai fanfic #mizu x you #mizu x fem!reader #writers on tumblr #haven't written anything in ages #it's on ao3 as well with the same title

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Desperado (Dom!Mizu x sub!Self-Insert!Reader 18+ One Shot) [COMMISSION FILL]

Pairing: Mizu x Black!Fem!Plus-Sized!Reader

Synopsis: When you randomly ask Mizu to help train you to become a stronger fighter, she discovers the reason is that you plan on accompanying her on her journey for revenge. She initially refuses, but after a moment of passion turns into a night of confessed feelings and a goodbye, Mizu begins to change her mind about working alone.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Dom!Mizu/sub!Reader; Reader is Black, Female & Plus-Sized; Hurt/Comfort; Mild Angst; Sad Backstory; Accidental Kiss; Crush Confession; Sneaky Sex; Girl on Girl; Cunnilingus; Nipple Sucking; Gentle FDom!Mizu; Strap-On Sex/Sex w/ Toy; Mutual O; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: A humongous thank you to @curiouscutie143 for her continued trust in me as her writer & her patience with me getting this posted. Halloween is a busy fucking time for a writer bro lmaoo 🤣

But I’m so happy to be getting it all done & posted in time for Halloween! I hope y’all enjoy this commission! This is the first time I’m writing something that isn’t anime-based. I don’t watch Blue Eyed Samurai personally, but I hope those who do enjoy this. -Jazz 🥰

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“You up for another round, darling? You know I can do this all day.”

Mizu stands on the other side of the dojo, her sword hanging loosely from her hand. To any other opponent, they would take this as a sign of carelessness and try to attack the samurai in this seemingly open position. But you know Mizu. You’ve worked and trained alongside her for several years now since you met Eiji, your master and mentor.

And you know for a fact that Mizu is a highly gifted swordswoman. She never ever has her guard down, and that is why you have her training you now…despite you wanting to tell her off for being too rough.

You groan from your spot on the floor, your body coated in sweat and tingling from the constant blows you’ve been taking for over an hour now. You stand up and readjust your training clothes–a black knee-length kimono and slides. Mizu’s kimono is a deep emerald that brings out the blue of her eyes. Eyes that she has hated for years.

Once you’re finally on your feet, you grip your sword in your palms and point it at your opponent. “I can do this all day,” you utter, and you can. You know you can. Anything to get this insufferable, cocky woman on the floor. Mizu smirks and takes a bow. You do as well, beginning another round of sword fighting.

As soon as you open your eyes and straighten your back, she is coming at you, her sword drawn. With a gasp of surprise, you bring your sword up to block hers, grunting as your forearms ache with the pressure and effort it takes to keep her at bay. “Rule number one, trainee,” she whispers, her blue eyes filled with mirth. “Never ever close your eyes when you bow. That’s a death sentence.”

With another grunt, you take your foot and shove her away by pushing it against her stomach. Mizu falls back, but catches herself with one hand and easily rebalances herself. You step away from her to recover, gripping your sword. “You did that on purpose,” you accuse. She smiles cockily at you. “Well, of course. It is a battle and I’m your opponent.”

Damn her. “Bitch,” you spit. “I’ll make you pay for that.” You charge at her this time and swipe your sword at her, but she easily dodges it and jumps back away from your attack. “So hostile!” she mockingly gasps. “Didn’t Eiji tell you to stop with that kind of talk?” You swipe at her again just as her sword comes up, the steel clanging against each other.

“Eiji ain’t here,” you pant. “And I’ll stop once I get you on the floor.” You rip your sword away and swipe it at her from the left as you take your foot, aiming for her ankles. She dodges this attack as well, suddenly spinning to your right and out of your line of sight. Before you can twist around to stop her, she elbows you in the side. You fall onto your knees, your sword clattering to the floor. Mizu stands above you, panting slightly and her face rosey from the constant moving. “Rule number two: never bite off more than you can chew.”

This is why you can’t stand her. She is just too good. She’s too fast, practically turning into a blur as she dodges attacks at the speed of light. She’s too strong, her body made of steel despite her small body (which is laced with muscle). She’s too smart, sizing up her opponents and playing them like game pieces. She is truly a skilled swordswoman…and unfortunately, this is what makes her damn attractive to you.

As you lay on the floor, you glare up at her. “What, are those the lessons of Master Mizu?” you spit, panting between each word. You place a hand on your side where Mizu’s elbow collided, feeling like it burns any time you inhale. You attempt to get up, but you feel weak, your limbs wobbly.

Mizu looks down upon you with slight worry, noticing that the time it takes you to get off the floor is getting slimmer. “Listen, V,” she begins, but you jut a hand out to stop her. “Don’t even say it,” you growl, stubbornly getting up onto your knees. “I don’t need to rest. I’m not gonna get any stronger by laying on my ass.”

Mizu sighs, frowning. “We’ve been at this for an hour and you have yet to put a scratch on me,” she states, shaking her head at you. “Not to mention all this week.” And she’s right. Since she started training you at the beginning of this week after you begrudgingly asked her for one-on-one training sessions, you have barely made her fumble or falter.

You glare at her, feeling a twist in your gut. “Are you implying that I can’t beat you?” you hiss. “You think just because Eiji’s got a shine to you, you’re all that?”

You watch as your words register across Mizu’s face, causing her forehead to wrinkle in confusion. “What?” she asks before she dodges your attack. Just barely. You used your words as a distraction from your left foot swiping at her ankles just as your sword aimed at her face.

Mizu stumbles but manages to right herself and blocks your sword with one hand in front of her face. You smile, satisfied.“Ha,” you huff. “Gotcha.” The swordswoman’s confused expression softens and she breaks out into a crooked smile. “Not bad,” she comments. “I’ll give you that one. I guess my training is paying off.”

You roll your eyes as she dusts herself off. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you scoff. “You’re a good fighter, I can admit that, but we’ve all got our predecessors.” You watch as she walks over to the corner of the room where she lowers her sword and picks up two cups of water. She walks back over and hands one for you, silent. You take it, ignoring the flip in your stomach when your fingers brush with hers.

“Thanks,” you quietly say. She nods and takes her respective place on the sidelines. As she gulps down her water, she looks out the window at the twilight sky. The horizon is pink, the sun just a thin line. “It’s almost sundown,” she comments. “Only a day left.”

You silently stare at her, sipping your water. You know what she means even if she doesn’t say it: only a day until she leaves for her trip of revenge. “How’d the Master take it when you told him your plan?” you curiously ask. She turns to you, smirking. “Oh, you know, just the usual ‘be careful’ lecture and ‘don’t let revenge guide you’ BS.” She chuckled wryly to herself and your stomach clenches.

“Why?” she asks, smirking at you in the blue-pink light. “Will you miss me?” You look at everything but her and those damn eyes. “Please,” you scoff, averting her gaze. “It’ll be nice to have the dojo and washroom to myself for once.”

She chuckles, the sound deep and smooth. “So I’m curious,” she begins, taking a towel from the floor and tossing it over her shoulders. “How come you asked me to train you all of a sudden? You always seemed pretty adamant about not wanting to train with me before.”

You knew she would ask you this again, so you’ve already come up with a believable reason. You can’t let her know the real reason you asked. “I told you: the Master holds you up on a pedestal and I figured maybe I could take some tips from you about fighting. Why do you seem so shocked?”

Mizu passively shrugs. “Well, we never exactly saw eye to eye,” she wryly chuckles. “It’s been like that for years now—we’ve always kept to ourselves and only came together when ordered to, but now…it’s different.” And she’s right. You’ve always carried this rivalry and tension between each other since your teen years. She knows something is up by the way she cocks her head at you. “Is that really all it is?” she asks. “You just want to get stronger?”

You simmer, not appreciating her tone. “Why are you saying it like that?” you sharply ask. “Like I have some ulterior motive in asking you to help train me?” The swordswoman’s brows raise in surprise at your switch-up. “I never said that…unless you do.”

Fuck. You just gave yourself away. You look away out into the sky, focusing on the setting sun. “V, it’s just me,” Mizu says, her soft voice squeezing your heart. “I’m going to tell the Master anything you don’t want me to.” Finally, you break and slump in defeat. “You really want to know why?” you sigh. You don’t wait for her to say yes. “I’m planning to go with you to kill the four white men.”

The silence that follows is deafening and seems to stretch on forever. You feel your blood pressure rise as anxiety swells around you. “You’re…what?” Mizu finally asks, squinting at you. She scoffs to herself, flabbergasted. “No. No, you’re not. Why would you want to do that, V?”

“Why do you think?” you shook back. “To get revenge on the men that destroyed my home.” Mizu’s face softens in realization. “Wait…they raided your home as well?” You nod, gripping the cup so hard that you believe it will break. It was so long ago, but the wounds are still fresh. The child that lost their home to a burning husk is still inside of you.

“They didn’t kill my mother, nor my father, but we were forced to leave. I had to give up almost everything that gave me happiness that day. My mother never recovered.” You clutch the cup in your hands harder, wanting to chuck it at the nearest wall. “Now I want to take my happiness back and see those motherfuckers dead…and I want to be the one to do it.”

Mizu doesn’t say anything for a long moment, probably processing everything. You never told her any of this as a way to protect yourself. In this life, you can’t get close to anyone, which is why you’ve ignored your attraction to her for so long. “I’m sorry about all of that,” she soberly says. “But I can’t just let you join me on this quest, V. This is for me and me only. I’ve been planning this for months!”

You finally toss the cup aside, fed up. “So what would change?” you ask, scowling at her from across the room. “I’m not trying to steal your thunder, Mizu! But don’t you think it would make more sense to have more help on your journey?”

She pauses, thinking it over for a moment. Then she sighs, pinching her nose. “I can’t allow it,” she says. “I’m sorry, but you can’t go. I need to do this alone. So this is why you asked me to train you? To be strong enough to fight off those men?” She sounds almost angry at the idea. You give a bark of a laugh, shaking your head. “Mizu, you and I both know that you’re the best fighter. You’re strong, fast, and damn cold. If I’m gonna put their bodies in the ground, I need to learn from the best.”

That wrinkle appears in Mizu’s forehead again as her brows furrow at you. “The best?” she repeats. “Is…that what you think? That I’m the best?” You scoff, wiping at your sweaty brow and avert your gaze, not wanting to see the pity in her eyes. “Don’t play the humble type. You know that you’re the best. Why else would you be here?”

You turn away from her, facing the wall. You feel small. Weak. Both things that Eiji has tirelessly worked to break since you were a teen…and evidently failed at. “Did you hear what you just said, V?” Mizu asks. “If you weren’t an exceptional fighter, why else would you be here with me?”

At her words and the genuine nature of them, you turn around to face her. She has crossed the threshold of the room and is standing a foot away from you now. “I think that you’re amazing, despite our differences, and me not wanting you to come along on this dangerous journey has nothing to do with our rivalry. You’re still my teammate and Eiji’s fellow student.”

She turns away, her fists clenched and stares at the quickly-darkening sky. “If something happened to you on my watch, it would be my fault. I can’t allow that.” Your heart pounds faster at her confession. It feels almost too intimate to hear. But it only does so much to sway you. “So…what now?” you scoff. “You just leave me high and dry with that? I’m just supposed to stay here because you asked me to?”

Mizu turns to you, her eyes narrowed and her mouth in a thin line. “I’m not asking you, V: I’m telling you. You’re not going with me.”

The stubborn side of you wants you to scream. To fuss. To plead your case and argue until your voice is raw. Months of planning and working up the nerve to go with her has brought you here. But instead of all of that, you do something that neither one of you expects: you cry.

It comes too quickly for you to stop it and you find yourself sobbing right in front of your teammate. Mizu’s eyes widen an inch at the sight and then takes a step forward. “V,” she softly says. You back away from her, vigorously shaking your head. “Don’t,” you demand. “Don’t look at me.”

You cover your wet face as your shoulders shake, unable to stop the tears or the pain of your past from pouring over. You suddenly feel Mizu’s soft hand on your shoulder. “V,” she says again. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head again, refusing her kindness. “I’m not good enough,” you sob. “I need to leave here.”

Mizu snatches your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at her. “No, you don’t. You don’t need to leave. You belong here.” You blink at her, staring deep into her eyes that remind you so much of the oceans surrounding faraway islands that you’ve seen in books.

You don’t know how what happens next happens or who leans in first, but suddenly, her lips are on yours. It is a soft, gentle kiss that steals your breath and silences your sobs, filling you with nothing but warmth. It takes away all the bad thoughts and feelings for the few seconds that it happens. Time freezes and nothing else matters but you and her.

But as just quickly as it happens, it ends. Mizu pulls away and looks absolutely horrified. “I’m…sorry,” she says. “Goddammit, why did I do that?” She turns away, covering her mouth in shock. “I need to go.”

Quickly, she moves to gather her word and exit the dojo, her footsteps quick and brisk. “Wait,” you say, but it’s quiet and barely above a whisper. She leaves you standing there alone, letting the door to the dojo close with a deafening slam.

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That night is a warm one. Cicadas buzz outside your bedroom window which is wide open, letting the summer air waft in.

Only one lone candle that you pick up by its handle burns brightly on your bedside. Your bedroom, dimly lit by the flickering flame of the candle, is cast in shadows, one of which is you. It stretches and wavers against the walls as you tip-toe out of your room, pushing aside the paper door to enter into the narrow hallway.

Eiji’s bed chambers are situated on the other side of the home, but you still walk carefully and gingerly. The man is known for having ears like a goddamn hawk.

Your shadow follows you against the wall as you creep down the hallway to one bedroom that is always kept closed in the night. You feel you heart pound with every step you take, your mind telling you to turn around and walk back. To not go down this road. Not to get involved with whatever started during training.

You tried to deny the way your body sung once Mizu’s lips left yours. You tried to tell yourself that it was just a slip; a heat of the moment in such a passionate moment. Mizu was only comforting you and got caught up. She had been no more than a ghost since then, keeping to herself and only speaking when spoken to at dinner with Eiji.

You found yourself wanting to steal glances of her, talk to her behind closed doors. Things you wouldn’t have dared to have imagined or thought about before the kiss. You had forbidden yourself from ever getting close like that to anyone since you ventured down the road of becoming a samurai fighter.

But now? You couldn’t think about anything but Mizu’s lips on yours or the fresh scent of cotton from her clothes. You couldn’t even sleep, which has led you to creeping into her bedroom like a damn stalker. When you enter her bedroom, it is dark, hued in a dark blue from the night sky outside of her bedroom window.

She sleeps on a cot with nothing more but a sheet thrown across her tall, lean frame. You almost feel bad about waking her. All it takes it for you to close the door with a soft click for her to stir awake. With an exhale of breath, Mizu instantly grabs her sword from beside her and points it at you, her blue eyes predatory slits.

“It’s me, it’s me!” You whisper, putting your hands up in defense. As her eyes adjust to the sight of you in the darkness, she slowly lowers her sword, her brows furrowed. “V?” She groggily asks. Her voice sounds unfortunately attractive when it’s thick with sleep. “What are you doing in here?” She questions. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow thickly, your feet frozen. You aren’t sure how to start this. You’ve never done something like this before, especially something so forbidden for a samurai. They don’t love. They don’t touch. They don’t even think about perversions. But since Mizu’s kiss, you need something, especially something to wipe away the pain and self loathing.

So you lower the candle on the table where a glass of water sits and gently sit down next to Mizu, your feet tucked underneath your body. She stares at you, alarmed. “Wha—“

“Don’t talk,” you interrupt. “Just listen before I lose my nerve. Look, I know that what happened earlier today was a mistake, but we’d both be lying if we said we didn’t enjoy it, right?” You watch Mizu for a reaction, your heart pummeling against your rib cage. Slowly, she nods, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Right…so why not continue it?”

The samurai’s brows furrow in confusion. “Wait…so you came in here to ask about us kissing?” She carefully asks. You can feel yourself becoming hot in your satin slip and you swallow the lump in your throat before continuing. “Not just kissing,” you softly reply. “More than that.”

Mizu is silent for a moment, processing your cryptic words. “You mean…bedding you?” She asks, her brows raising. “V, you know we don’t do that.”

You flush with shame, huffing. “Obviously, I know that or I wouldn’t be coming to you in secret!” you hiss. “But what happened during that kiss set us both back. The last thing we need to do is to lose any kind of focus on what we need to do…so why not do something about it now?”

You patiently wait for Mizu’s response, feeling like a shaking leaf in the cold autumn air. The last thing you need to hear is a no, which is the worst case scenario, but if she does, you’ll tuck your tail between your thick legs and try to forget this ever happened. You’ll even pack your things and leave. You’ve already planned where to go once you pack your things and—

“Okay,” Mizu says. You nearly get whiplash turning to look at her. “I’m sorry, what?” You ask. The whole room has suddenly gotten hotter and the walls have begun to close in.

She sits there, looking absolutely normal and unbothered despite agreeing to sex with you, her rival. “I said okay,” she repeats, but then puts up a finger. “But I have rules. “If we are going to do this, we need to do it in a safe, secure, and quiet manner.” Her face is stern as if she won’t take no for an answer.

You briefly wonder if she has ever done this before, but you figure now is not the time to ask that. So you nod and patiently wait for her ground rules. It’s the least you can do for her agreeing to this. “Number one: we give each other consent for everything, even if it’s touching somewhere we may enjoy.” You nod, agreeing. You need to get to know her and vice versa, so asking and giving consent is 100% needed.

“Number two: we respect each others’ no for anything.” Once again, you agree with a nod.

“Number three: keep it down so Eiji doesn’t hear us. It’s bad enough we’re even doing this in his home.” Mizu gives you a knowing look that makes you want to argue, but you keep your mouth buttoned tight.

“And number four: after we finish, we never speak of this again. I don’t know if you’ll see me again, but if you do, we won’t speak of this at all. Understood?” Mizu fixes you with a firm stare, her blue eyes piercing into yours.

“What if I forget all of these?” You ask, ever the stubborn one. Mizu just rolls her eyes, even laughing a bit. “You’re not. It’s only four, V; you’re not dumb.” She leans back against her pillow, her sleep shirt unbuttoned slightly to reveal her collarbone and the dip of her cleavage. “Now are we gonna do this or not?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

This doesn’t turn you off or make you nervous though. If anything, it makes you hungry to give in to the challenge. So you slowly move closer to the samurai, lock eyes with hers, and slowly lean in to give her time to move away if she rethinks this. She doesn’t. Her eyes flicker down to your lips and then close when they finally meet yours.

They are soft and warm, just as they were hours before when you shared your first kiss. You can’t help but softly moan at the contact and cringe when Mizu chuckles against your lips. You can tell she enjoys it too by the way she gently cups your cheek, holding your face still as you kiss her with bated breath. Your slow, tentative movements soon grow eager as you get to know each other’s mouths, your tongues soon swirling with one another and soft moans traveling from one mouth to the other.

Somehow that leads to Mizu bringing you closer by your waist and sitting you on top of her lap. She does it slowly, giving you a chance to push her away or tell her no, but you don’t. You won’t admit it to her, but it feels good to be in her arms, her capable hands on your waist. “Is this okay?” She breathlessly whispers, her blue eyes peering up at you.

Wordlessly, you nod and continue kissing, your arms wrapped around her neck and hers around your waist. You never thought you’d ever be this close to her and now here you are, feeling her skin under your fingertips and her muscled body against your softer, plumper one. Her fingers run down your back to hold your ass, gripping harder when you moan into her mouth.

Your hips instinctively grind against hers, emitting a soft hum from her that instantly travels to your pussy. It throbs impatiently in your panties, sliding across Mizu’s linen sleep pants. The fabric adds immense friction which causes immense pleasure. “If I didn’t know any better,” she whispers against your lips. “I’d say you’re enjoying this.”

Instead of answering, you pitifully whimper, causing Mizu to lightly laugh. She steals another kiss, lingering just on your bottom lip and gently pulling it between her teeth. The tiny act makes you gush, your cunt like a goddamn lake. When will this woman just take off your clothes and fuck you?

As if hearing your mind, Mizu pulls away to stare at you, her eyes hooded and filled with lust. “I want to lie you down, take off all of your clothes, and spread your legs,” she whispers. “Is that okay?” Your mind slowly processes her words, but the entire world seems to be moving too quickly to keep up. You find yourself squeaking out a “yes” to which she takes as confirmation.

With all of the quickness of the speed of light, Mizu flips you onto your back underneath her. She gives you time to catch your breath after the world spins around you before sliding her hands up your night slip. You move your hips up to give her space to pull it up your waist and then lean up to let her take it off of you. Once you’re semi-naked in your panties, she stops and silently stares you down for a moment.

She sits above you, her blue eyes roaming over your brown skin, soft tummy and thighs, and heavy breasts with embarrassingly hard nipples. “What?” You sharply ask, embarrassed by her look. You’ve never been naked in front of anyone but your parents as a child and yourself. You go to cover your tits, but Mizu stops you, taking your hands in hers. “Don’t,” she softly demands. “You…have a beautiful body.”

Pink colors the porcelain skin of her cheeks, noticeable even in the dimly-lit bedroom. You instantly shiver at her words, suddenly feeling beautiful in the candlelight. You watch hungrily as she unbuttons her sleep shirt, revealing her own naked, smaller breasts underneath. “Don’t want to ruin it,” she says, tossing the shirt away.

You ogle at her chest, salivating at the sight of her hard, pink nipples. You don’t get a chance to do it for long because Mizu’s lips are suddenly tracing across every inch of your body. Your stomach. Your sides. Your waist. Your neck. Your breasts. Your thighs. Her kisses leave delicious shivers and trails of fire in their wake that make you shudder and quietly moan, keeping yourself as quiet as you can.

Finally, Mizu moves down to the promise land and gently spreads your thighs apart. She loops her fingers between the waistband of your panties, but pauses, looking at you. You give her a nod for her to continue and she does, slowly dragging the thin, damp article of cloth down your quivering thighs to reveal your puffy, sobbing wet cunt to her.

You briefly wonder if she’s ever seen another woman’s pussy with the way she stares at yours. Like it’s a treasure. Like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen. You almost laugh at her reaction until she begins littering your lips in soft kisses. You hum in pleasure, small bolts of electricity shooting through you with every kiss she makes on your clit. When she uses the two pads of her index and middle fingers to rub the needy button, you have to cover your mouth to avoid moaning any louder than you are.

“Is this okay?” She asks, looking up at you through the V of your thighs. You nod, biting your lower lip. “Yes,” you breathlessly reply. “Do it harder.” She smirks and does as you request, applying a bit of pressure to your clit as she rubs it in small semi-circles.

You grip the sheet below you, needing to hold onto something. You don’t realize how much you’ll need something to grip until later after Mizu holds your gaze with hers. “I want to taste you,” she whispers, her gaze intense and lust-filled. “Tell me that it’s okay. I won’t do it until you say it, V.”

Your arousal wipes away the embarrassment at the fact that your rival is about to put their mouth on your pussy. “Yes,” you nearly beg. “Please just do it, Mizu.” Your answer pleases the samurai and before you know it, her luscious lips are puckering against your pussy while her tongue explores you.

You once again wonder if she’s ever had experience with a woman’s pussy other than yours before. Because the way she licks your cunt and swallows you like you’re her last meal for a while is nothing short of a skill. You’ve never felt such pleasure before. It makes you writhe and do your very damndest to hold your voice back. When Mizu does ‘a thing’ where she rolls her tongue along the underside of your clit, you nearly snap your back in half arching up into her mouth. “Like that!” You gasp. “Do that again!”

You feel Mizu smile against your clit as she fulfills your request, still rubbing your clit as she does so. Your hands fall down to toy with your breasts, but she stops you, placing one firm hand on your wrist. She peeks up at you through the valley of your thighs almost predatory-like. “Don’t,” she orders. “Keep them above your head. Don’t move an inch.”

Her firm voice renders you speechless. With the pleasure she is giving you, you’re willing to do anything she wants. You place your hands above your head as she uses one hand to switch between both nipples, gently tweaking and pinching them as she sloppily eats at your cunt. You see stars and you feel like you’re soaring. All of the bad thoughts are wiped clean. All you can think about is cumming. “Shit!” You whine, your words soft whimpers. “Please, please!”

Mizu gazes at you as she laps at your pussy. “Please what, baby?” She coos. “You want me to make you cum?” You frantically nod, delirious from the place. “Hold out for just a little bit longer. You’ll cum when I tell you to, right?” Once again, you nod and do as she says, holding on despite the urge to cum growing and growing inside of you.

When Mizu finally sinks her finger inside of you and curls upward, that is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. She must sense it because her movements grow faster, her finger stroking you at a quick pace that makes your hips lift and grind against her palm. “Go ahead, baby,” she softly growls. “Cum for me. Cum all over me.”

And you do. Your orgasm is so intense that you have to cover your mouth as you cum, your loud moans muffled by your palm. You release all over Mizu’s hand and greedy tongue that helps you through your orgasm, licking you clean of every ounce of your cream. It’s an orgasm that is the closest to heaven you will ever be.

Finally, it fades and your body suffers from the aftershocks, your entire being shaking and quaking under Mizu’s touch. “God!” You gasp, tossing your hand off of your mouth to grip something. Anything. Your hand falls onto the dresser drawer beside you, but you mindlessly pull too hard and the drawer comes out.

“Oh, shit!” You hiss, thinking that you’re done for, but Mizu once again astounds you when she races to catch the falling drawer. The silence that follows is deafening as you both process what just happened and what could’ve happened. “I’m sorry,” you breathlessly whisper, still recovering from your orgasm.

“It’s fine,” she replies. “It was an accident.” Then both of your eyes tick down to the item that wasn’t so lucky to have been caught by her sitting on the cot. You squint at the strange device, nothing how it curves upward and is shaped just like a….oh.

“Is that a penis?!” You hiss, pointing at the thing. It is black, silicon, and about 5-6 inches give or take. Mizu clears her throat, fixing the drawer and pushing it back in its place. “A strap-on, actually,” she corrects you. “But yes, it’s a sex toy. I had it for myself.” You gape at her, stunned to silence. “I need pleasure too,” she says with a passive shrug. “And yes, I’ve used it on someone before, but that was a long time ago.”

She seems so nonchalant about the fact that she just owns a fake dick, but the idea of her using it on herself turns you on more than you’d like to admit. “Does it feel…nice?” You carefully ask. Mizu pauses, taking a moment to ponder this. “To me, yes, especially with this.” She fishes a glass bottle of lube wrapped in cloth out of her drawer. “My partner for the night thought so too…why?”

She stares at you intensely, the flames dancing in her eyes from the candle making a fire burn within you. Shyly, you stare down at the strap-on, averting your eyes from hers. “I want to try it,” you blurt. The samurai is silent for a moment before she starts quietly laughing. “You must be desperate,” she chuckles.

You cluck your tongue against the roof of your mouth and smack her arm. “I’m just kidding,” she says, putting her hands up in defense. Her eyes twinkle with mirth and lust. “Alright, but I want to try something with you first. Lay back for me.”

You don’t know what she wants to try, but you’d be lying if you said you aren’t eager to find out. If it’s anything like that skillful pussy-eating, you’re in for a treat! You lay back on the cot and she coaxes you to open your legs still sticky and wet with her saliva and your cum from your last orgasm. She then applies some lube to her fingers, filling the air with the scent of coconut and aloe Vera. “This will be cold when I apply it. It warms up to body temperature once you apply it.”

You nod and stay quiet as she moves towards you. Once her fingertips touch your pussy lips, you softly gasp at the cool liquid. But quickly, it warms and makes your skin feel slightly tingly. “That’s it,” she softly coos as your body relaxes. She slowly applies some inside of you, relishing your soft moans and hums of pleasure as her fingers curl upward to caress your clit.

Once finished, she slips them out of you and sucks on her digits, locking eyes with yours. It’s one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen and it makes your cunt throb in need for her again. “Better now?” You nod, feeling tingly. Now finished with you, she takes off her pants along with her underwear, revealing her pale, muscular thighs, firm ass, and mound coated in a tiny tuft of black hair.

“Here.” She passes you the bottle despite your stunned expression at seeing all of her. “I want you to touch me too.” After showing you where to touch her and instructing you how to do so, you take two fingers and gently run the lubrication over her delicate, wet cunt. You relish the sighs and soft moans she makes, loving that it’s you making her feel like this.

Once you’re finished, she hovers over you and presses your lips to yours in a heated kiss. She then pulls away and looks down at you, her eyes like twin oceans flickering in the candlelight. “I want to grind myself against you,” she murmurs. “Can I do that?” You’d be an idiot to refuse this. “Yes,” you whisper. “Go ahead.”

Spreading your legs wide for her, Mizu places herself between your thighs and angles her hips so her cunt is directly against yours. Keeping her eyes on you, she begins to rock her hips against you, causing you both to gasp in the candlelight and the silvery moonlight pouring through the bedroom window. Her clit slides against yours with ease thanks to the lube, causing an almost agonizing pleasure that has your body clenching and your hands gripping her ass.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Mizu whispers to you, a teasing tilt in her voice. You can only helplessly moan in response, making her chuckle. “You know, you’re really cute like this. I’m starting to think you were always so catty was only because you wanted me to fuck you.”

You whimper, wanting to defend yourself from her raunchy taunt, but the blinding pleasure stops. You can’t think about anything but her body and her slick cunt against yours, the skin to skin contact making it hard to focus or rationalize. It doesn’t take long for the urge to cum to rise again, that knot in your core tightening. “I’m gonna cum,” you whisper. “Y-You’re gonna make me cum!”

Mizu hums in encouragement, rolling her hips at a faster pace. “Go ahead then,” she whispers, her breath coming out in short puffs. “Cum for me, love. I’m right there too.” You shake your head, stopping her by firmly grabbing her hips. “I want the strap,” you plead. “I want you to fuck me again.”

Mizu pauses, stunned by your begging…and then a slow smile crosses her face. “Okay then,” she replies, humored. “But if you don’t like it, tell me, okay?” You nod and she pecks you on the cheek before grabbing the strap-on. You watch her strap it onto her waist and place it right below her pelvis so it looks as if she really has a dick.

You never thought this would be so hot to you, but it is. It’s a sight good enough to cum too. She then hikes your legs over her waist and, finally, slowly slides inside of you. She does so inch by inch, paying close attention to your body. The orgasm and lube help too, allowing her to grind against you as she slides in. You gasp at the new sensation, feeling stretched but not painfully so.

Your hands immediately grab her waist as she begins to rock against you, rubbing your clit against her pelvis while the underside of the strap-on stimulates her clit. You look at her face, flushed with pleasure, and suddenly, the urge to cum rises again. You want her to cum too. You want this night to be special; one that neither one of you will forget no matter what happens.

“Fuck me, Mizu,” you quietly beg. “Do whatever you want to me.”

All of your walls of pride and protection crumble around her fake cock and hands that grip your waist and toy with your tits. As if igniting a fire inside of her, Mizu begins to rock harder and faster against you, fucking you into the floor with the strap-on. Your shadows flash against the walls in the orangey candlelight, becoming one.

Mizu takes your arms and places them above your head as she settles between your legs, pushing herself deeper. She practically lays on top of you, her breasts pressed against yours to add to the friction. “I’m really gonna miss you, you know that?” She pants, still pistoning her hips. “You’re being so good for me, V. It’s so hard to leave you.”

You feel tears begin to burn in your eyes. You can’t decide if it’s from her words or from the immense pleasure you’re feeling as she bumps against you. Either way, the sex becomes even more intense and soon, you can’t control your body. You wrap your legs around her waist and bring her closer, muffling your moans into her shoulder. She does the same, digging her face into your neck as she gasps and moans.

After a few more intense thrusts, Mizu finally cums, letting out a moan of your name. It causes your orgasm to trigger and your pussy clenches around the strap as you cum with a long moan of release. Like a balloon popping, all of the negative energy and thoughts built inside of you is released in a rush as you climax, your body shaking and writhing underneath Mizu’s. Her hips continue to roll against you, taking you both through your orgasm, until your highs fade.

Your head is blank, your body is tired, and you feel like you’re walking through a cloud of fog as Mizu pulls out and rolls beside you. You feel dazed, but good. Better than you have in months. For a while, you both just lay side by side, silently staring at the ceiling as the candle continues to melt down to just the matchstick. The scent of candle wax and sex is thick in the air, somehow lulling you to sleep.

You don’t remember much before sleep catches up to you, but you do know you turn to Mizu and softly whisper, “Thank you”. A hand then moved to grab yours, holding it between the space of your bodies. “You’re welcome,” Mizu whispers back.

When you awaken, it is barely dawn. The sky is still dark and the candle is done for, plunging you in complete darkness. Beside you, Mizu is gone from her spot. Your heart picks up speed and anxiety makes you feel frazzled as you sit up, still naked beneath her sheet.

But all of that subsides when you find her sitting at the bottom of the cot, dressed and just sliding her sword into the sheath on her back. She turns when she sees you sitting there and smiles. “Good morning,” she gently says. “It’s nearly dawn. I fixed you breakfast so you wouldn’t be hungry before we leave.”

She passes a bowl of rice, poached eggs, and pickled plums to you, but you don’t touch it. Your mind scratches like a record player on one word she said. “We?” You parrot, confused. “What do you mean? Aren’t you leaving soon?”

Mizu nods, looking guilty for even thinking this. “Yes, but I realized what I’d be leaving behind if I did go alone…so I want you to come with me.” A light blush once again coats her face despite her appearance. To the outside world, she will be a man.

"If you’re ready for that,” she adds. “I promise I’ll protect you as much as I can, V, but you have to be prepared for any kind of danger. It was wrong for me to try and stop you from what you feel is your destiny too.”

She covers your knee with her hand, sending tendrils of warmth throughout your body. “So are you coming?” Are you coming? You’d have to be the village idiot to say no. You smile, unable stop it. “Hell yes.”

Mizu smiles too, looking so much like the woman you care about and not the hardened samurai the world will view her as. “Then eat up. We head out before the sun rises.”

And so you eat, knowing that in a few hours, you’ll be on the journey of a lifetime with a partner you wouldn't give up for the world.

THE END.

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icantbeseenlikethisonmymain · 11 months ago

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Ep. 2 is my comfort episode 🥰

And of course my fav gif

Like how can you not just froth at how fucking sick that lighting is holy fuck

And when she cut that fang in half,,,,,

Like damn

And obviously this is just gorgeous

TLDR: Love having mizu beating up dudes in the background while I'm doing work or cleaning it's just so calming idk

#it's just like the second episode so I know the writers aren't going to put her through too much shit yet #so I can safely enjoy the violence without too much angst #but obviously just enough for it to be exciting #blue eye samurai #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu bes #mizu brainrot #bes #blueeyesamurai #blue eyed samurai #four fangs

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sophswritingthings · 1 year ago

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girls girls girls - blue eyed samurai

pairing: mizu x f!oc

warning(s): okay there's no smut, but mentions of sex and prostitution in relation to madam Kaji's girls

tropes: sort of annoyances to lovers, first kiss, sort of canon compliant, sort of canon divergent

a/n: she/her mizu by the way, and also this takes place during the... 2-3 episode I think??? idk, I don't exactly remember I was staring at mizu the entire time. ALSO THE TITLE IS A FLETCHER SONG, GO LISTEN!!!!!

summary: mio, an estranged princess by marriage, finds herself traveling with a feisty samurai and her apprentice. when they find themselves among a brothel, mio takes the chance to ask some… questions.

word count: 2,171 words / 11, 869 characters

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mio waded through the crowd of people. she was wearing a pink/red kimono, the traditional look of a japanese woman. her hair was done up, gold pins stuck through it. though the bottom of her kimono was in rags, torn to shreds from running so fast. after mizu and ringo, that was. they'd found her in her desperate time of need. a high lady, she was. not a princess, no, but she was married off to be one. her husband-to-be was an abusive prick. and when she decided to run, she ran into mizu and ringo. they'd (thankfully) taken her with them. despite miss's pleas against it, ringo had broken her down, somehow, and she'd annoyingly agreed. "you do know you're going to a brothel," mio raised an eyebrow, her pretty red lips parting a bit as she walked beside the weary samurai. "I know where I'm going, princess," it was almost as mizu meant the word as an insult. a jab. a prick. a stab. though it didn't seem to wound her. "did you think I didn't?" she said in that raspy voice, looking at mio beside her through her round, tinted glasses. "do not put words in my mouth," mio narrowed her dark, deep brown eyes. her eyes were like pools of darkness, that held many a secrets behind their beauty. "I never said that. I would only think . . ." mio looked mizu up and down, "that you would not go inside a brothel to receive their services." "and you would find yourself right," she hisses, the corner of her mouth twitching as they stepped inside the brothel. mizu did not bother to hold the door for her, making mio stop in her tracks. . . . not that she expected it, mizu was a difficult person. mio pulled the door open herself, holding it for ringo to step inside. after he did, he thanked her kindly, smiling brightly. mio nodded, stepping inside. "I wish to speak with madam kaji," when mio heard those words, her body stiffened. the man whom mizu was speaking to seemed unimpressed by her aggressive nature, her tone. "madam kaji's clients make appointments before they come barging into her brothel, demanding her services," he scoffed, his arms folded over his chest. his sleeves rolled up slightly as he did so. "I am not here for her services," mizu eyes were narrowed to slits, as they always were. no change there. "I said I wish to speak with her. is that so damn hard?" "it happens to be," he rolled his eyes. "if you wish to wait for the madam, than you may. I suggest you take part in the services to.. hold you over." mizu rolled her eyes, pushing past the man at the front. mio offered him a smile and a kind apology, following her confidants inside. around her, there were many women, many men. most were stripped naked, providing what they were payed to do. pleasure. prostitutes, the men would call them. they were honest women providing honest work. mizu had settled in the corner of the brothel, on the floor. her back was against the wall, one leg propped up, the other stretched out. her right hand was rested on the floor, her other draped over her knee. mio settled down against the wall. not next to mizu, no, just near. she folded her legs, sitting with them crossed. a kettle and a few cups sat on a small table. the kettle had steam bubbling from the tip. "why don't the two of you drink," mio delicately grabbed one of the cups. the cups were not deep, yet they were wide, round. she poured some of the sake into one of the cups, passing it to ringo. he happily excepted her offer. "and you." mio eyed mizu, pouring another cup of sake. when she attempted to hand the cup off to her, she denied, putting her hand up. mio shrugged, "we will be here for a while, mizu," mio murmured, taking a sip of her sake. "madam kaji does not take her clients lightly, you should know this, if you know anything of her. it will most likely be hours before you can speak with her." "I am aware of this," mizu hisses. "and I can wait, princess. unless you can't?" "no, I can wait," mio murmurs, locking eyes with mizu for a moment. its quiet, as they look at one another. tension so thick you could probably slice through it perfectly.

"ringo,” mizu let her gaze now rest on her apprentice, sat a few feet in front of her. her expression did not shift, did not change. she gently titled her head back, leaning it against what looked to be a wooden door frame. “you could go and look around. In fact, you should.”

mizu's words were firm, as they always were. but they seemed to have… a different meaning behind them. that was probably just mio's mind running in circles though.

“oh- um, sure, master.” ringo collected himself to his feet. he glanced between mio and mizu before making his way out of the brothel.

“hmph,” mizu let out a little sigh.

“he’s a good apprentice, you know,” mio murmured, her eyes drifting back to mizu's figure. “he respects you. you can tell.”

“I suppose he is,” mizu muttered, her voice trailing off. she seemed to have thoughts swarming her mind.

“something on your mind, mizu?” mio arched an eyebrow, raising her cup to her mouth. she gently parted her painted red lips to allow the sake to come through.

“nothing of your concern,” mizu narrowed her eyes again.

“hm,” mio hummed, allowing her muscles to relax against the wall. “you should drink, mizu, I’m not sure when the last time I saw you do so.”

“why does it concern you,” mizu let her eyebrows press together in an aggressive expression. “princess?”

mio simply ignored her hostility. she hadn’t been with them for long, but she'd gotten used to mizu's demeanor quick.

“because I don’t want you to die, is that so bad?” mio sighed. she took the kettle in her delicate hands once more, pouring yet another cup of sake. “drink.”

mizu gazed the woman up and down, from her torn kimono to the golden pins stuck through her hair. she slowly reached over, her hand steady yet twitching. she let the cup slide into her hand, gently brushing mio's fingers with hers.

mizu looked hesitant to drink the sake placed in her hands.

“I didn’t poison you, mizu,” mio muttered, glancing over at her. though she seemed a bit flustered from the sudden touch. “If that’s what you're thinking.”

“I wasn’t,” in an instant, as if to show her confidence, she raised the cup to her lips.

mio couldn’t hold back a gentle, breathy laugh, “you're something,” she whispered, almost too quiet for mizu to hear. mio couldn’t help herself; her eyes traveling up and down mizu's figure. it was nice to look at, sure. strong legs to a pretty face, even prettier under those orange tinted glasses. people thought those blue eyes of hers made her a demon.

mio thought they were gorgeous.

“you're doing the thing again,” mizu hissed, her voice coarse and raspy.

“what thing?” mio questioned, taking another sip of her sake. she very well knew what she had been doing, and that she'd been——wait, did she say again?

“the staring, the eyes,” mizu seemed unimpressed yet mio could see a hint of fluster under that “disgusted” expression.

“is a woman such as myself not allowed to look at the handsome sight in front of me?” mio questioned, her gaze firm yet gentle on mizu's eyes.

“enough,” mizu placed her hand up, telling mio to back down.

mio was not letting a slim, rare chance slip through her fingertips like flowing water.

“you're obviously flustered,” mio murmured.

“drop it, mio,” she let her gaze drop onto mio's face, her expression cold and colorless.

“tell me, mizu,” mio mustered up every bit of courage she might have just to ask one, silly question. “have you ever kissed a woman?”

mizu froze at the question, her entire body stiffening, “do you think I’d just offer answers about myself to you?”

“it was a simple question,” mio narrowed her eyes a bit. “and If you're not flustered, as you say you are, there should be no problem answering it—should there?”

mio's words were almost like a challenge, to the samurai.

and she knew mizu was not one to back down form a challenge.

“fine,” she conceded. “no. I haven’t. is that the answer you were looking for, princess?”

mio looked to be satisfied with herself, “that'll do, yes.”

“now,” mizu's expression shifted a little, to one that was a bit playful, a bit smug, if that were a way to describe it. “how about you, princess?”

“hm- oh, I- it was a question for you, not for me-“

“I answered one,” mizu countered. “why not you?”

mio stared at her for a moment. she would play into this little game they were playing, if it lead to what she wanted, “fine, okay,” mio folded. “I have not, either. only my prick of a husband. and, may I add, that was not very good.”

mizu scoffed, “I wouldn’t think it was,” she mumbled.

“one last question for you, mizu,” mio let her eyes meet the samurai’s once more. she managed to muster up every prick of confidence in her body again; taking a deep breath before speaking again, “would you kiss me?”

mizu’s entire body stopped, looking like a statue of a samurai pressed against the wall. surprise twinkled in her eyes before she adverted her gaze, not bothering to look at mio.

“that’s completely out of line, mio,” that was the first thing she said— because, of course it was. “no. no.”

mio’s heart shattered when she heard that one little two letter word.

no.

“oh- I- um,” mio’s voice was barley audible. that little spark that she had, that little confidence, it seemed to die, just at that word. “th-then, erm, forget it. forget what I said, I- wasn’t really serious, anyway.”

mio wasn’t completely serious.

she just wanted to protect herself from getting hurt.

mio was gathering herself to her feet, picking up the shredded kimono that danced along the wood ground. “I.. think.. I-I’m gonna go.”

maybe she could just stay with madam kaji. not that she wanted to leave mizu, or ringo, for that matter, traveling with them when she had gone and done all this . . .

mizu didn’t say a word to her. she was just quickly gathering herself to her feet, turning on her heels to grab mio’s small, soft hand.

mio’s pale face flushed pink. mizu pulled her a little closer, just to allow her arm to relax. her thumb, the skin coarse, rubbed against mio’s palm.

“I never said I wanted you to go,” the samurai murmured, for once her voice was warm, her expression shifting to something.. soft. something she’d never seen from a warrior such as mizu. her gaze flickered from mio’s hand to her dark eyes, “did I?”

“you . . did not.” mio adverted her eyes. not that she didn’t want to look at the pretty sight in front of her; she was just too embarrassed to do so.

“so then,” mizu’s voice was quiet and gentle, flowing like honey. “why are you leaving, princess?” the grip she had on mio’s hand was pulling her closer, and by the time she had the chance to speak again, she was pressed again mizu’s chest.

mio’s mind was reading a million miles a minute, her heat pounding like a freight train against the tracks.

“so . .” mio fully pressed herself against mizu’s chest, able to feel all of the tight, tense muscles inside. “that was not your true answer to my question?”

mizu lent down, her lips inches from mio’s. they were parted slightly, ready to speak to the girl once more.

“indeed it wasn’t,” mizu murmured, her eyes flickering to mio’s lips. her free hand slunk under mio’s chin, tilting it up slightly, “may I?”

mio gave a slow, steady nod.

mizu closed the gap, taking in a sharp breath when their lips pressed together. her hands snaked into mio’s hair, removing the gold pins that were holding it in its updo. her black locks fell on her shoulders, cascading down her back like free ocean waves. mizu ran her fingers through the now free locks.

“now,” mizu murmured, still holding the back of mio’s head, her fingertips gently caressing her hair. “was that up to the princesses standards?”

“considering I didn’t believe I was going to get one in the first place,” mio laughed, fiddling with the strands of midnight hair that now fell on her shoulders. “it was wonderful I’d say.”

“hmm. well, good. I have the feeling you’ll be getting a lot more.”

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a/n: GIRL KISSER GIRL KISSER. in all honestly I hope you enjoyed it :) the next ones with still be “x oc” as of now, just while I get used to writing these fics!! than it'll switch to “x reader”. just imagine your mio 😭

tags: @jspidey5

#blue eyed samurai #mizu x oc #mizu #oc #original character #fanfic #blue eyed samurai fanfic #fanfiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #ringo #sapphic #wlw

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