#answered by shingen

[writingwhimsey]

Hello! I saw the prompts and I was hoping i could request! I was thinking of Shingen + the first prompt in the list, it can be written however you want <3 thank you!

Thank you for trusting me with your favorite (and one of mine, I mean how can anyone not love Shingen?)! I just love getting to write for this hunk of a loving man! Hope you and everyone else enjoys!

Smut Is In The Air

Suitor: ikesen Shingen

Prompt: "I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist."

NSFW 18+ content

Together Again

I stood eagerly waiting at the gate, my eyes looking for any sign of him. When I heard the sound of horse’s hooves on the ground, my heart leapt in my chest. A smile naturally came to my face as Shingen came into view on his horse. He looked so incredibly handsome, like a prince or brave knight on his horse.

Shingen smiled as he caught sight of me. He slowed his horse and came to a stop, dismounting and handing his horse off to one of the attendants. As soon as he was free, I rushed over to him, his arms already open and waiting for me.

“Welcome home, Shingen!” I greeted him as I threw myself into his arms, wrapping my own around his middle.

Shingen chuckled warmly as he enveloped me in his embrace. “Perhaps I should go off to more battles just so I can be greeted so enthusiastically upon my return by my beautiful goddess.”

“Oh no you don’t.” I replied, pulling back slightly to look up at him. “While I enjoy greeting you like this, I still prefer it when you’re home…and speaking of battle, you weren’t hurt at all were you?”

Shingen lifted a hand to caress my cheek. “I prefer to be home with you as well, my love.” He told me. 

“I notice you didn’t answer my question. Were you hurt?” I asked.

Shingen lowered his voice so that only I could hear his next words, as there were some soldiers and attendants still around. “I did suffer, but I don’t want anyone else to know. Would you mind treating me in our room?”

I gasped as I looked up at him. “Of course!” I replied, taking his large hand. “Come on let’s go.”

It didn’t take too long for Shingen and I to reach our room. Once we did I was instructing him to sit down. “Okay, where are you injured? Let me take care of it.” I said, going to grab the bandages and other first aid supplies we kept on hand.

“My goddess is truly a wonderful one. Wanting to treat me so.” Shingen said, as he sat down. 

I turned back to him and walked over to kneel down in front of him. “Where is it?” I asked.

“Mmm…it’s here.” Shingen answered, gesturing to his lips.

“Huh?”

Shingen grinned. “My lips suffered a grievous injury and the only thing that can cure them is a kiss from my one true love.”

I looked at Shingen, blinking in disbelief before smiling and shaking my head. I did playfully bat at his shoulder. “You had me worried! I thought you were seriously injured!”

“Forgive me, but I couldn’t help myself.” Shingen replied, his arms reaching for me and wrapping around me, pulling me into his lap. “Though I do consider my lips missing yours to be a great deal of suffering.”

“Well…mine have been suffering similarly as well.” I replied. 

“We certainly can’t have your beautiful lips suffering any longer.” Shingen replied, his fingertips sliding beneath my chin, coaxing my gaze up to his.

Our lips met in a sweet kiss. When we broke the kiss, I looked at Shingen. “Hmm, I missed you, my love.”

“As I missed you, my darling.” Shingen replied, resting his forehead against mine. “I thought of you every night while I was away…and dreamed of you every night.”

“Really?” I asked. 

Shingen nodded. “Yes. Every night. I dreamed of coming home to you. Kissing you. Holding you…I dreamed of your legs wrapped around my waist.”

I felt myself warming at his words and how his voice pitched lower as he spoke of how he missed me. I looked deep into those gray eyes, seeing how much he loved me and desired me. I saw my own desire reflected in those gray pools. “Hmm…I think we could easily make those dreams a reality. I mean, we’ve already kissed and you’re holding me…we just have one more thing to complete.”

Shingen grinned at me. “I was hoping you would say that.” He replied, gently pushing me back on the tatami mat floor and sliding his body over mine. “I adore you, my goddess.”

I smiled up at him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “As I adore you, my darling.”

Shingen leaned down, bringing his lips to mine as his hands moved to caress my curves through the fabric of my kimono.

“Mmm, do not tease me, my love.” I told him, wearing a pout. 

“What do you mean?” Shingen asked.

I reached and undid the obi at my waist, allowing my kimono to fall open and bare myself before his worshipful gray eyes. “I want to really feel you.” I told him, reaching for his hand and bringing it to my breast, above my heart. “Skin to skin.” 

Shingen’s face flushed with pleasure. “My goddess is bold tonight…I rather enjoy it. Nor can I deny such a request.” He said, sitting up to undress himself before leaning back over me.

Shingen pulled me into his embrace, his large frame fully encompassing my smaller body. I wrapped my arms around him as our lips met in a passionate kiss. Shingen’s tongue danced teasingly along the line of my lips, slipping between them.

I eagerly met his tongue with my own, my hands sliding over the strong muscles of his back… good lord was his body amazing?! Shingen’s large hands moved over my body, caressing my tender flesh in my most sensitive of places. 

Shingen’s lips moved from my mine to trail along my jaw and down the side of my neck. “Mmm, your skin is as soft as ever.” He murmured. “I’ve missed touching you over these last few weeks.”

“I’ve missed your…t-touch…” I replied, my voice turning to a moan when Shingen’s hand slipped between my thighs to toy with my sensitive bud. His long calloused fingers stroked me in the most skillful manner and perfect rhythm only Shingen could do. “Ah…Ngh…Shingen!”

“How I have missed the sound of my name being sung from your gorgeous lips.” Shingen murmured into my ear before giving a playful nibble to my lobe even as his fingers continued to stroke me, building my pleasure.

“Hmm…Shin…gen!” I moaned. “Mmm…I want…more…I need you…” I pleaded wanting to be as close to him as possible,

“I cannot deny the pleas of my goddess.” Shingen replied. 

“Besides…we have to…make your dreams…come true.,.” I told him, giving him the most alluring look I could.

Shingen smiled at me, removing his fingers from between my thighs. He positioned himself between my legs. Shingen’s hungry lips captured mine, his hot tongue diving into my mouth even as he plunged his cock into me, filling me completely. 

I responded, my legs wrapping around his waist, and my moans spilled into Shingen’s mouth as he filled me and overwhelmed my senses. In this moment, Shingen was all I could see and feel, he was the very air I breathed. His hands roamed over my body and his lips left mine only to trail over my neck.

“Mmm…I love worshiping you, my goddess.” Shingen murmured into my ear. “You always look so beautiful, but I especially love the way you look when I make love to you.”

“Mng… Shingen…I love you.” I told him, my voice a moan. 

“As I love you, my goddess.” Shingen replied, kissing lovingly over my neck and chest, all while continuing to thrust into me.

My hips bucked of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. I wanted nothing more than to keep being close to Shingen. I indulged in the loving pleasure that Shingen readily shared with me. I could feel the white hot heat building up inside me as Shingen continued to make love to me.

“Shingen!” I moaned as I felt that coil that had been winding tight finally snapped, sending me into pure bliss.

Shingen let out a groan of my name as my walls clamped down on him, pulling him into his own release. His hips slowed before stopping, him remaining inside me. His forehead rested against mine, gray eyes gazing into mine with such love and desire.

He kissed me gently, lovingly on my lips. “I love you.”

I smiled up at him. “I love you, too Shingen.”

“Now…let me continue to love you. We have a lot of missed time to make up for.”

I smiled at him, lifting my hand to caress his cheek. “Only if you let me love you in turn.”

“Happily, my angel.” Shingen replied, before kissing me once again, our long passionate night only beginning. We would spend the night drowning in our love and passion for one another.

Taglist:

@limonzu @zulablaise @kisara-16 @tele86

and adding @venulus and @tiny-wooden-robot because Shingen

[the12thnightproject]

Hi! Can I have a request please in which MC decides to have le Warlords try the "Period Cramp Simulator"? Just imagine them boasting that they'll be fine, only for them to kneel over in pain. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Again, Anon, I am sorry for taking so long. Hopefully my schedule should clear up soon…? But here is your request!

Oh, this is a fun request. But it involved some serious thinks… these warlords are pretty stoic. In my memory they’ve been shot (arrows and bullets) beaten up, fallen (or jumped) off cliffs, stabbed in battle, stabbed daily by Kenshin and defied a terminal illness without complaint….

So, really, are they going to be defeated by a period simulator? Are they? Let's see....

Upon hearing of such a device there is a great argument over who would be able to last the longest. And so a contest is proposed….

Contest Rules:

One: Mai is not allowed to watch as all agree that none of them will admit to pain in her presence. (She hides in the ceiling and watches anyway).

Two: Yelling, yelping, screaming are grounds for elimation.

Three: Sasuke runs the experiment and controls the simulator. He is the judge as to whether or not a warlord has been eliminated. Why Sasuke? First, because they all trust him enough to run the device equally and not cheating for your lord, Hideyoshi and Kanetsugu. Second, because he is a sensitive new age guy and freely admits that period cramps hurt (he secretly tested the stimulator on himself when he was alone and tapped out at level eight).

Let the games begin! Sasuke places the simulator patches on everyone, and from a master switch, turns the device on so that everyone hits level one simultaneously.

Level One:

All warlords are fine. Ranmaru earns the wrath of the room by noting that it “kind of tickles.”

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Two:

Such serious faces. Everyone is concentrating.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Three:

There are a few deep breaths happening now, but nothing that could be defined as yelling, yelping, or screaming.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Four:

Sasuke walks around the room for a long, slow time, looking at everyone’s faces, until Kenshin tells him to get on with things and start making it hurt. When is the pain going to start? Kanetsugu chimes in, telling Sasuke to move things along, so that Kenshin can have his pain. There are quiet whispers of, ‘yes, hurry, let’s move it along,” and a lot of internal, “let’s get this over with now, kthxbye” thoughts.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Five:

Kicho accuses Nobunaga of wincing. Motonari is quick to agree that Nobunaga winced. Hideyoshi defends Nobunaga, says that he would never wince, it was just a natural blink. After a short discussion, it is decided that Nobunaga did not wince, and further accusations of wincing, or yelling, or thereof will be cause for forfeit.

Nobunaga silently admits to himself that he quite possibly winced, but now that he knows what to expect, he is prepared for the next wave of … oh shit.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Six:

Ranmaru, Keiji and Yoshimoto incur a forfeit by accusing each other of wincing. They escape the room. The fourteen remaining warlords quickly look around, but no other accusations are made.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Seven:

There is a lot of visible sweat, careful breathing, and gritted teeth happening. Internally, there is a lot of very creative swearing, using words in combination rarely spoken out loud.

Kennyo puts himself into a meditative state. Masamune wonders if that would be considered cheating, but Kennyo points out that he’s not preventing anyone else from meditating, he’s just using the skills he has.  No one is willing to discuss the matter further, and Shingen notes that Kennyo is correct, and can they please keep going.

Privately, Shingen vows to give every one of his female spies three days off a month, and a pay raise.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Eight:

Sasuke looks at every face and pauses at Ieyasu’s for a long time. Ieyasu says that while he is not bothered by the cramp simulator, Sasuke is making him very uncomfortable. Sasuke replies that he’s impressed by Ieyasu’s stoicism and by the way when this is over, can he have Ieyasu’s autograph. Ieyasu rips the simulator off and stomps out, deciding that while he can endure the pain, he can’t deal with Sasuke.

Ieyasu goes home and hugs his emotional support sourdough starter for the rest of the day.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Nine:

Kanetsugu looks over at Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi…. “Are you two holding hands?!” Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi look down at their joined hands and instantly let go of each other. “No!” they both yelp.

Some time is lost while it is debated whether or not that counts as period simulator yelping, and after everyone votes (voting signified by slow careful hand raises), they are both allowed to continue in the competition.

Yukimura curls himself into a silent, fetal ball – but he does not yelp or yell, so Sasuke is inclined to let him continue.

Sasuke bumps the intensity to Level Ten:

The warlords sit in silent agony.

Time ticks onward.

Slowly.

No one taps out.

Everyone stares at each other’s faces.

“Perhaps we can consider this a tie,” Shingen suggests.

There is immediate universal assent from the rest of the room, and Sasuke agrees. “Take off your simulators.”

Twelve warlords quickly – but nonchalantly – remove their devices. Then Masamune notices… “Mitsunari, lad, you can take the device off now.”  Hideyoshi rushes over to his vassal, worried that perhaps the young man has passed out.

Mitsunari looks up from the book he has been reading. “I’m sorry, did you say something? He gazes around the room. “Oh, are we starting the contest now? Go ahead, Master Sasuke, I’m ready.”

Mitsunari declared the winner.

There will be a celebratory banquet for him…. next week… when everyone else has recovered.

@lorei-writes

[devil-queen]

The internet is down at my job so I have nothing to do, which anime character should I hyperfixate on for the next couple hours 🤔

[4only1]

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

Yamazaki Shingen x Reader

*Requested* Warning: You die Masterlist

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Shingen Yamazaki didn’t understand why a meeting was called. He was in a catatonic state ever since he lost against Gapryong Kim, he didn’t care much for what this meeting entailed. That was, until you walked out, bare-footed and dressed in a simple white kimono. Your hair was down and hands clasped in front of each other.

You had always been his favourite, and although he never said it outloud, his actions made it obvious. He called for you the most compared to the other mistresses, and you were the only one allowed to walk by his side, hold onto his arm, and keep your head high when others had to bow. 

He hadn’t seen you since before he lost to Gapryong, too depressed to even call for you, his favourite. His mind was wondering what you would be doing at a meeting, it would have been normal if he called for you to sit on his lap and show you off, but that wasn’t the case this time.

You kneeled to the ground, bowing at all the members in front of you. You didn’t have to, he told you to only bow when he asked and he didn’t, so why were you disobeying him? His eyes lingered on your face, were there tear stains on your cheeks? His eyes moved towards your plush lips as you spoke, he loved those lips, but right now, he hated the words coming out of them.

“I, (Y/N) (L/N), have sinned. My actions have been one of a temptress, and I have distracted the great leader, causing him to be defeated.” Your forehead moved to touch the floor, eyes shut tightly, praying in your head that it would be quick. You heard footsteps approach behind you, your executioner.

Shingen didn’t understand your words. You never sinned, you never distracted him, you are lying. Who told you to bow? Who told you to lie in front of him? Were you trying to get a rise out of him? If he wasn’t so lethargic right now, it might have worked. He would have stood up and moved towards you, grabbing you harshly and dragging you out to punish you. He wouldn’t have cared if your feet became scraped, or he pulled out strands of hair as he dragged you away, he just needed the absurd lies to stop.

However, the lies continued to pour from your mouth.

“Please great leader, Shingen Yamazaki” You never called him that. “Please forgive me for tempting you with my body and allowing you to end up like this." You didn't do this to him. "I was never worthy of the affection you gave me. I wasted your precious time and wilted away your liveliness. For those sins I shall pay with my life.” You weren't allowed to say that!

You move your head away from the floor, looking straight ahead. The last scene, a curtain call if you will. You knew it was dangerous, but that was the appeal, the reason you even slightly fell for this man. Maybe, maybe if things had been different, maybe then…..no. No point in thinking of what will never be, instead, you focus on dying without fear. You couldn’t give the rest of them what they wanted, you begging to live. No! This was your big goodbye, one to be remembered by.

You hear a movement behind you, no doubt the executioner ready to deliver his fatal blow. Your eyes locked with Shingen’s, his body doesn’t react, and neither do his eyes. Your eyes don’t leave him until the blow is dealt. Your prayers were answered, it was painless, all you feel now is a sense of drowsiness. As your senses begin to leave, you swear, you hear a mumble of words directed towards you, as everything becomes dark.

Shingen looks at you, as the executioner deals the killing blow. You fall forward, some of your blood lands so far it reaches him. He can’t take his eyes off your body, you were every bit the woman he expected you to be, not giving others what they expected. For the first time since he fell into his catatonic state, he spoke. It was more of a mumble for words to everyone, but you understood the meaning, he knew you did.

“Thnks fr th mmrs”

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I kinda like this one more than the other one I did on him. I'm such a fan of killing off characters in stories, so that might be why. 🤭

I didn't think the newest chapter would affect anything in this story, but I still wanted to read it before releasing this. Probably a million spelling errors but we can ignore that, this community doesn't have enough fanfics in it for you to be complaining.

@ayashi-hime

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ 33

LOVE THAT BURNS MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,820ish

Summary: Yashida's funeral doesn't go as planned.

Warnings: wounds, fighting

Notes: Please share reactions! People have been sending in less and less reactions as the series has gone on... I hope you are still enjoying it! And a big shout out to those who are still reacting! Your reactions always make my day!

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There was no immediate leaving once Yashida was dead. There was a funeral to attend. Yukio was able to get you a black dress and get Logan black pants, a dress shirt, and a jacket. Whatever happened last night had clearly taken a lot out of you even Logan could see it. He had to help you dress. As he did so, he grew more and more concerned. Your skin’s temperature was still hotter than the average person, but it had cooled enough for Logan to notice.

“We need to get you home,” he muttered, guiding you to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt down and helped you get your shoes on. “Your skin is cooler.”

“I’m sure it’s just remnants of whatever I was injected with last night,” you tried to brush it off, but you were growing concerned, too.

“Maybe we should call Hank.”

“He couldn’t do anything from here.” You took hold of Logan’s face, forcing him to look up at you. “We should take a trip to New York, though.”

“Yeah. After we recover from this trip.” He leaned up and brushed his lips against yours. “I’m worried about you, princess.”

“Well, try not to be. I’m fine.”

“Can’t help it. It’s kinda my job as your husband.” Your lips finally met up in a brief kiss. “Do not leave my side for any reason today… I can’t afford to lose you.”

“I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

~~~

The two of you rode with Yukio to the funeral. Logan kept you protectively close to his side, even once you arrived at where the funeral was being held. The area around the temple was crowded with onlookers and the press. Thankfully, security kept them at bay. You and Logan studied the area, noting how many armed guards there were. 

As Logan helped you up the steps of the temple, you could hear heals behind you. Both of you glanced back to see Dr. Green slipping her sunglasses on and smirking at the two of you. Logan’s grip on you tightened. With another brief look back, you could see Dr. Green looking up at something on top of the next building. You looked and could see a man dressed in all black hiding on the nearby roof.

“I don’t think it’s safe here,” you whispered.

“Me either,” Logan murmured, on high alert. 

You and Logan followed Yukio throw the temple and out to the back garden. You noticed Mariko near the front of the crowd, talking to other mourners. A man near her pulled her away from the conversation.

“Who's that?” You asked. “With Mariko.”

“His name is Noburo Mori,” Yukio answered. “Minister of Justice, a rising star. He’s Mariko’s fiancee. You need to bow.”

Yukio stopped in front of Shingen. You and Yukio bowed.

“Bow,” you whispered to Logan. Logan cleared his throat, clearly annoyed, and barely bowed.

“Lord Shingen,” Yukio greeted. “This is Mr. Logan and his wife.”

“I know who he is,” Shingen replied.

“Your father was a good man,” Logan said, trying to play the part of mourning.

Shingen scoffed. “He would often say the same about you. But then, he was always fascinated with your kind. Tell me, why do you think he sent our little Yukio to fetch you?”

“To say goodbye.”

“And now you have. Time for you to go back to your cave.”

You stepped forward, ready to argue with the man, but Logan easily held you back. Yukio led the two of you to the back of the crowd.

“Anyone else you want us to meet?” Logan asked, clearly frustrated.

Logan’s hand came up and loosened his tie a little. The feeling of being watched came over you, and you looked behind you. Dr. Green was a few feet away, staring at you and Logan. You turned back around.

“That armor belonged to Shiruba-Samurai,” Yukio pulled your attention to the armor near the front of the funeral. “The Silver Samurai. It will stand watch over the old man forever.”

“Stay with Yukio,” Logan suddenly told you.

“Logan,” you called as he pushed his way through the crowd and started following Mariko up the pathway.

“Hey,” Logan said, grabbed Mariko's wrist. She turned to look at him. “Something’s not right.”

“Let go,” Mariko responded, yanking her wrist free.

Mariko continued walking towards the memorial as one of the security guards began yelling at Logan in Japanese. Suddenly, one of the ceremonial men who had been walking with Mariko pulled out a gun and shot Logan in the stomach.

“Logan!” You screamed.

More armed men began attacking while the funeral attendees were screaming and running around. You watched as Logan fell to his knees, hand covering his wound. Something wasn’t right.

“Logan!” You shouted, you and Yukio trying to fight through the crowd to get to him. “Logan!”

The pain was searing through Logan. He hadn’t ever felt pain like this before. Everything around him was distorted and muted. He barely noticed Mariko being pulled away by one of the attackers. With a pained grunt, Logan stood up and unleashed his claws, fighting through the attackers to get to Mariko. 

You and Yukio began fighting as well. Yukio grabbed a nearby bamboo staff and began to take down the attackers. You formed fire in your hands but quickly had to look at the fire. It wasn’t as hot or bright or big as it usually was and you were feeling your energy draining fast. You couldn’t let that stop you from fighting.

You began throwing fire at the attackers as you began to follow the sounds of Logan’s grunting. You knew he wouldn’t leave you here, but you knew it would be easier for him to reach you the closer you were to him. Failing to focus on behind you, you got shot through the upper part of your right arm. You screamed, the pain blinding. 

“Y/N!” Logan yelled upon hearing your pained scream. He finished off the attackers he was working on and looked at Mariko, who was on the ground. His claws disappeared as he offered her his hand. “Let’s go. Come on, let's go!” Logan led her over to where you had collapsed onto your knees. “Y/N, sweetheart, I’m here.” He helped you up, causing you to whine and to him groan in pain. “Let's go.”

Logan helped you to where the cars were as Mariko followed closely. There was another set of attackers waiting to grab Mariko near the cars. Logan was forced to let go of you to be able to fight. You did your best to throw some fire at the attackers, but you were wheezing through the pain. A group of attackers grabbed you and threw you to the ground. Looking up, you saw Logan crouched down not too far away, being kicked and hit.

“Logan!" You cried, not for you but for him.

Logan’s eyes met yours, and both of you could clearly see the other person in pain. Neither of you was okay and was struggling to get to the other person. Before either of you could pull the energy to fight, the attackers near you both were taken down by arrows. Logan got to his feet and stumbled over to you. You could see the blood seeping through his black shirt as his eyes went to the blood rushing down your arm.

“We've got to go,” Logan said, straining as he helped you to your feet.

“We can’t just leave,” you panted. “Mariko is in trouble. She needs our help.”

“Let’s go.”

Logan caught sight of the direction that Mariko was running and began pulling you along with him. It didn’t take too long to catch up with Mariko and the three of you were running through the streets, avoiding the attackers still after Mariko.

“Come on. Let’s go,” Logan kept encouraging. “Let's go!”

Despite how much pain Logan was feeling, he knew he needed to get you and Mariko to safety. You were injured and not healing, just like he was. Neither of you would be able to figure out what was going on while being on the run like this. Logan guided you, and Mariko threw buildings and stalls, trying to lose the men after Mariko. Eventually, the three of you made your way to the train station. Logan was slowing down, wheezing through the pain. Mariko turned back to look at the two of you as you entered the station.

“You're bleeding,” Mariko stated. “You need help.”

“Just keep moving,” Logan grunted. 

Finally, the three of you arrived on the train platform. Your hand found Logan’s back as he leaned forward, panting, as he slowed down to a stop.

“Thank you for what you did back there,” Mariko said.

“Those were Yakuza,” Logan panted.

“I’m fine.”

"Why are they after you?”

“I’m fine. I can make my way from here. You two should go. Get yourselves a doctor.” 

Mariko scurried off, but Logan wasn’t about to let her get too far.

“Come on,” he urged, taking your hand and pulling you along.

Your vision was growing blurry as Logan found Mariko and helped you sit down in the row across from hers. He sat down beside you, quickly leaning his seat back.

“Whoa!” Logan exclaimed, feeling some relief in his abdomen. “That’s nice.” 

Mariko turned and glared at the two of you. Logan reached over and leaned your seat down before putting the armrest between you up and pulling you closer. He could tell that you were struggling to stay alert. Glancing at you, it was clear you as been shot in your arm, leg, and side of your abdomen. Logan had only heard you scream once, so you most likely hadn’t put together that you were more injured than you thought.

“This is one of those bullet trains, right?” Logan asked Mariko.

“I told you I don't need your help,” she retorted.

“So what do they do, like, 300 miles an hour?” He pulled his attention back on you, brushing his lips against your head. “We’ll get somewhere safe, princess, I promise.” You moaned in response, trying to keep awake despite the pain you were in. “Where are we headed, Mariko? Where are we going?”

“I’m going to the end of the line. My family has a home in the South.”

Logan scoffed. “That’s stupid. No offense, but they’re gonna know to look for you there.”

“Not this place.”

“Look, you want to be left alone.”

“Yes.”

“I understand.”

“Do you?”

“Oh, yeah. Trust me. Problem is, if I do that, I don't think you’re gonna live to see the end of the day. You can’t pretend shit isn’t happening when it is, Mariko. Unless you want to die. In that case, you're playing this perfectly.”

Mariko slipped headphones in to ignore Logan. He leaned back with a groan. Why the hell weren’t the two of you healing? He looked over at you to see your eyes closed.

“Sweetheart,” he called gently. “I need you to keep your eyes open for me.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, barely opening your eyes.

“There you go. I know it hurts, but we’ll get help. Okay?”

“Logan… my fire… something’s wrong with it…”

“We’ll figure it out, I promise. Just stay awake.” 

Logan pulled his tie off and tied it above the bullet wound on your arm, trying to stop the bleeding. He was more worried about you than he was about himself, as his healing ability was always stronger than yours. He needed to get these bullets out of him, and his wounds cleaned so that he could fully help you. Logan kissed your head, heart dropping as he noticed your temperature was continuing to cool down.

“I’ll be right back, honey,” he whispered. “I’m just running to the restroom. I won't be long.”

“Okay,” you muttered.

Logan limped off, and you couldn't help but close your eyes. You tried to stay conscious, though the darkness quickly won.

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Logan did his best to clean up the blood and bullet wounds before stuffing his pockets with paper towels to use on you. He exited the restroom, only to be met with a group of attackers. Logan immediately began fighting the group, eventually leading him onto the roof of the bullet train. Logan fought until he won and limped back through the train. He went to Mariko first, who jumped at his sudden appearance in her ear.

“What happened to you?” He asked, pulling her headphones out.

“We get off here,” he panted. “Let's go.” He turned back to see you completely unconscious, breathing unevenly. With a grunt, Logan pulled you up into him and carried you out of the train. He was limping, but that didn't matter to him. You were his number one priority. “Just listen to me, will you?” Logan told Mariko as they reached the streets and after he had explained what happened on the train. “We need to find someplace safe.”

“I don't understand,” Mariko said. “How do you know they were Yakuza?”

“They were the same guys from the temple.”

“How do you know they were after me?”

“Look, we need to find someplace safe. We need to get off the streets.”

“I don’t understand—“

“Shut up! Listen! We need to get somewhere safe. Do you know this place? Where’s downtown?”

“Straight ahead.” Logan carried you as Mariko begrudgingly walked beside him.

“So, where's the nice part of town?”

“Another eight blocks that way.”

“Good,” he glanced around and saw a hotel. “We’re staying here. Let’s go.” Logan led Mariko into the hotel as he readjusted your position in his arms.

“This is a love hotel.”

“A what?”

“A love hotel. For couples, understand?”

“Uh… Right.” He gently set you down the the nearby bench before going to the front desk. “Hey. Uh, two rooms. Adjoining rooms, on the same floor.” The front desk attendant began speaking in Japanese. “Right next to each other. Very close.” The attendant kept arguing. “Same floor. Same floor.”

Logan sighed before Mariko walked up and started speaking to the attendant. Letting Mariko take care of it, he sat down on the floor beside you.

“What did she say?” Logan asked when Mariko came back over.

“She has no rooms available next to each other,” Mariko explained. "She's asking if we prefer the dungeon, the nurse's office, or the mission to Mars.”

~~~

“This’ll do,” Logan said as he took in the space-themed room. “Kinda of homey, actually. Take the bed.”

“Where do you plan on sleeping?” Mariko asked. “And what about your wife?”

“I don't plan on sleeping. Gotta take care of her wounds.”

Logan took you into the attached bathroom and placed you in the shower. His breathing was becoming just as uneven as yours, but he had to push through the pain. He needed you to wake. Gently, Logan pulled the dress off of you, allowing him to see the still bleeding wounds on your abdomen and leg. He took a towel and used one of his claws to cut it into strips. Logan tied the strips around your abdomen and leg, trying to stop the bleeding. He grabbed a washcloth and got it damp before he began to clean up the blood. You groaned as soon as the cloth hit the wound on your leg.

“It’s okay,” Logan spoke gently. “I’ve got you.”

“Lo…” You breathed out, slowly coming to.

“I’m right here, princess.” Your eyes slowly blinked open. He forced a small smile. “There you are. Was worried.”

“I’m sorry… I tried to stay awake.”

“I know.”

“What’s happening to me? To us? Why aren’t we healing?”

“Don’t know, darling. But we’ll figure it out. Gotta clean you up first. It might sting."

“Just do it.”

Logan quietly apologized every time a cry slipped through your lips. He was trying to be gentle and quick, doing his best not to cause you any more pain. Once you were cleaned up, Logan found a robe in the closet and slipped you into it. 

“You’re still bleeding,” you noted as Logan finished tucking you into the bed he made of towels.

“I’m fine, darling,” Logan said. “I’ll be fine.”

“Sleep with me?”

“Can’t. Got to make sure we weren’t followed.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “I’ll be back to check on you. Get some rest.”

Logan slipped out of the bathroom and outside onto the raining deck. He gripped the railing and leaned forward, panting. He could feel the blood running down his body and onto the deck, the rain washing it down the drain. Many of the bullets were still in him, but his focus needed to remain on you and Mariko. Slowly, his vision began to blur, and before he knew it, he was on the ground. The last thing he heard was your voice shouting his name.

next chapter >

[amara555555]

Idk atp, im avoiding my assignment-

Trouble but make it double:

Shingen x platonic daughter reader:

The entire compound was empty. The guards travelling to another location in the west, her mother and the other concubines all gone to visit family, her brothers all gone out for business, her uncle Shintaro out for some kind of meeting and her dad Shingen- oh wait he was still here.

That knowledge only proved to be more valuable than anything that the biggest form of defence was still at the base. And what better way to spend her time other than cutting her finger while cutting crust off bread then convincing him to come out his room, get some sunshine and…..make her a sandwich.

She tried knocking.

No answer.

She tried walking in.

No reaction.

She tried waving.

No reaction.

Poking.

None.

Dancing.

None.

Raspberry.

None.

Trying to lure him out with peanut butter.

NOTHING!

She ofcourse using the intelligence equivalent to a rat, she came up with a fantastic idea.

She draped a black sheet over herself before flashing a light on the paper shoji doors, intending to perform a shadow puppet show. She walked into the light and her tiny figure imprinted onto the doors like a shadow.

Shingen’s mind was occupied before he hears an incessant sound of a crow cawking. Now he knew there was none, he wasn’t that isolated but what annoyed him was that this insolent little child would not stop cawking. His now growingly pissed off eyes flicked up to see his insolent girl’s shadow hopping on one leg and cawking, while flapping a black sheet like wings…………. What in the dead Yamazaki family members is going on here?

She kept going and switching legs after one tired out after a series of ‘ow’s’. She resumed her cawking only to hear stomps zooming her way before she jumped out the way as her dad crashed through the fragile paper doors with a scowl scrunched into his smooth features and she shrieked while zooming off into the kitchen as he barrelled after her.

“You disrespectful girl!”

“AHHHHH-“

30 minutes later and Shintaro was back. His manor interior utterly destroyed and his niece sitting on a mountain of rubble with her depressed father holding her cape.

“……what happened?”

His voice strained as he asked reluctantly, her excitement in contagious to him as she giggled and pointed to her behemoth of a father while munching bread.

“Daddy made me a Sandwich!”

Shintaro’s eyes flicked to Shingen.

“……and you decided to maul our ancestral home like a wild animal?”

Shingen blinked before gently tugging her cape.

“She provoked me.”

Shintaro had half the mind to-

He chased Shingen who bolted away.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

KENSHIN UESUGI'S SEQUEL

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not proofread.

(What time is it now?)

(What was I doing?)

Kenshin: "Mai! Pull yourself together."

Mai: "Kenshin."

Under the blazing sunset, Kenshin cradled my collapsed body in his arms.

Kenshin: "Mai, look at me. Don't close your eyes."

He looked down at me, his hair swaying in the wind, soaked in the blood of the battle.

The pain and despair in his expression tightened my heart.

(That's right. We were right in the middle of the fight with Kicho.)

(My memories are starting to get fuzzy.)

The Oda army and the Uesugi-Takeda armies engaged in battle to intercept Kicho.

However, the two armies suffered significant blows from Kicho, who had procured a staggering amount of weapons abroad.

Moreover, Motonari, who commanded a naval force, emerged, attacking the ports one after another, halting the distribution of goods in Japan.

As a result, the security of various regions worsened, and even the once-bustling town around Azuchi Castle was on the verge of collapse.

(Not only that, but...)

Shingen's illness was also deteriorating even faster.

(Kenshin and the others have opposed me many times, but I was so scared about losing that I couldn't stop myself.)

As I continued to turn back time, I lost control of the distortion in space-time, and now, regardless of my will, time leaps had begun to trigger almost automatically.

Mai: "I'm sorry, I did it again."

Kenshin: "Don't speak. I understand."

Kenshin: "I understand."

(Kenshin.)

Kenshin repeated this as if trying to reassure himself.

(I tried restarting everything for a better future, so why is this happening?)

I could clearly see that Kenshin's heart was gradually breaking as if it were accumulating all of his suffering.

(All I wanted was to return to his side and be his source of strength, but...)

Was that a mistake?

Is this what happened when an ordinary human messed with time?

My hazy mind couldn't come up with a good answer.

(I only hope that Kenshin's heart will remain calm from now on.)

(That's what I wished for, so…)

Mai: "Why isn't it working out?"

Kenshin: "Mai."

He bit his lip tightly and growled low like a beast.

At the sound of his sorrowful voice, my eyes grew hot, and tears began to trickle down my cheeks.

(Huh?)

Suddenly, the space around me distorted, and I felt dizzy.

Kenshin: "Your body..."

(Body?)

The palms he spread in front of my face were transparent like glass.

When I looked, my arms and legs were beginning to lose their outlines.

(I'm disappearing.)

I instinctively understood.

This was the price for rewinding time too much.

Mai: "This is goodbye, Kenshin."

Kenshin: "No. I won't allow you to disappear."

Kenshin: "I'll take you to a safe place now, so stay still."

Mai: "Kenshin, please listen."

I placed my translucent, weakening fingers on Kenshin's pale cheek.

Mai: "I know this because I'm the one who kept distorting time."

Mai: "This is a bit different from death. I'll become someone who never existed in the first place."

Mai: "I'll vanish without a trace, erased even from people's memories."

Kenshin: "…...…"

Kenshin: "Will that include my memory as well?"

Mai: "Yes."

His words faltered as though something was caught in his throat.

(I wanted to be with him.)

(I wanted to spend a long time together, to stay by his side even as we aged.)

(But there's one thing that gives me peace.)

If he doesn't remember me, he won't have to suffer in despair.

(His heart won't have to break.)

(He'll be able to stay calm.)

The dizziness grew worse, and keeping my eyes open became painful.

My arms and legs felt numb, and even breathing became difficult. Yet, with the last of my strength, I continued to gaze at him.

Mai: "Please, be safe and find happiness."

As I whispered my farewell, he pulled me into a tight embrace.

Kenshin: "I don't want happiness without you."

Kenshin: "I'd rather face despair and lose my sanity than live that way."

Mai: "But—"

Kenshin: "Stop. Don't say it!"

His anguished cry made my chest ache.

Kenshin: "Mai, don't disappear."

(I'm sorry.)

Mai: "I'm sorry, Kenshin."

Kenshin: "………"

With a look of agony, he gazed up at the sky.

Kenshin: "If there's a god who controls the flow of time, please hear me!"

Kenshin: "This woman is my everything, my partner in all fate."

Kenshin: "I can shoulder the turning points of history, so feel free to use me as you like. I'll even throw away the glory and the thrill of battle to serve you if that's what you want. So please, return my beloved to me!"

The intensity of his love, utterly unrestrained, was so heartbreaking that it brought tears to my eyes.

(Even so, I'm happy.)

Mai: "Thank you, Kenshin. I love you too."

(Even if everything about me disappears, please let this feeling remain.)

(Even if it's just a tiny fragment, I hope someday it reaches him.)

A blinding light enveloped us both.

500 years into the future.

There, a peaceful world existed just as Mai had once known.

On a calm afternoon, Sasuke paused as he entered the research lab after opening the door.

Sasuke: "If you were here, you could've at least told me."

Sasuke: "Didn't I give you a smartphone the other day?"

Kenshin: "It broke."

Sitting by the window, Kenshin crossed his legs and casually replied while reading a book.

Sasuke: "Didn't you mean you broke it? Well, whatever."

With practiced hands, Sasuke placed green tea and pickled plums on the table before Kenshin.

Sasuke: "Here you go. I can't serve alcohol on campus, so this will have to do."

Kenshin: "Boring."

Kenshin pulled the plate of pickled plums closer and closed the book he had finished reading.

The cover read, The Life of Takeda Shingen.

Sasuke: "Did you enjoy that book?"

Kenshin: "Not really. It's just a story about Shingen overcoming his illness and living a long life."

Sasuke: "Thanks to you, of course."

Sasuke picked up the book, flipping through its pages.

Sasuke: "That day, you suddenly appeared before me and told me to complete my research on wormholes so that Shingen could be saved."

Sasuke: "When you pointed a sword at me in the street, I wasn't sure what to do."

------------Flashback-----------

Kenshin: "I found you, Sasuke."

Sasuke: "Uh, is this some kind of filming?"

Kenshin: "What's my trusty ninja doing acting so clueless? Say something stupid again, and I'll cut you down!"

Sasuke: "Please, just say it's a film shoot."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Sasuke: "You said the me you remember was a ninja, and looking back, it all feels like something out of a novel."

As Sasuke muttered this with nostalgia, Kenshin glanced at him while sipping his tea.

Kenshin: "Yet you obeyed my orders without hesitation."

Sasuke: "Yes. At the time, I hadn't even told my professor about my research on wormholes."

Sasuke: "I had no choice but to believe you."

The man who had suddenly appeared before him spoke of wormholes and time leaps as if he'd seen them firsthand, shocking Sasuke more deeply than the sword pointed at him.

Sasuke: "After that, I threw myself into completing the time travel theory."

Sasuke: "I convinced Lord Shingen to come to the present, arranged for him to get surgery through connections, and sent him back to the warring states era."

Sasuke: "It was quite a hard-mode mission."

Kenshin: "If you're my ninja, accomplishing at least that much should be expected."

Sasuke: "Because of this other version of myself I don't know, the expectations for me are way too high."

After muttering this, Sasuke gently closed the book.

Sasuke: "Still, it seems that with Lord Shingen's survival, the warring states period has settled down."

Kenshin: "I also told him about Kicho."

Kenshin: "By putting his personal feelings aside and forming an alliance with the Oda forces, he left no openings for enemies to exploit."

Sasuke: "Thanks to that, the conflicts that had spread across the land quickly settled, and Japan entered an era of peace."

Sasuke: "Of course, no war would last another five hundred years."

Turning his face toward the window, he looked out at a prosperous, peaceful scene with no swords or guns in sight.

Sasuke: "Everything you did was for that woman named Mai, right?"

Kenshin: "That’s right."

With eyes filled with resolve, Kenshin's fingers clenched tightly.

Kenshin: "In the past, I wished to have my beloved returned to me in exchange for bearing the burden of historical turning points."

Kenshin: "The fact that I am here means there was a presence that heard that wish and set a mission for me."

Kenshin: "I took on the role of ending the warring states period and guiding us back to a normal future at that time."

That day when he held Mai, and cried out to the heavens, everything changed from that moment on.

Kenshin: "I don't believe in gods, but if it means resisting fate, I'll cling to anything."

Sasuke: "..........."

Kenshin: "I live without going mad for the sake of that small hope."

Kenshin: "But I guess you could say that obsession is just another kind of madness."

His restrained, low voice trembled with sadness, causing Sasuke's chest to ache as he listened.

Kenshin: "I've made you listen to such trivial things."

Sasuke: "It's fine, but I hope you can meet that woman someday."

Kenshin: "Yeah. I’ll definitely find her."

With his long eyelashes lowered, Kenshin stood up and headed towards the door that led to the hallway.

Sasuke: "Are you leaving? You forgot your book."

Kenshin: "I'll leave it. It's an apology for that broken smartphone of yours."

Sasuke: "Oh, so you do feel a little bad about it."

Sasuke: "Next time, I'll have a new one ready for you."

Without responding to the voice that followed him from behind, Kenshin quietly exited the room.

Leaning against the wall, Sasuke let out a small sigh.

Sasuke: "Mai, where are you?"

After that, even as the sun set, Kenshin walked alone through the brightly illuminated streets.

Kenshin: "The future is overflowing with lights."

As if guided, memories floated in his mind.

------------Flashback-----------

Mai: "Do you still think this firefly's light is foolish yet beautiful, Kenshin?"

Kenshin: "Their light that reaches out to their loved one, even when it means risking everything, shines in my eyes like something beautiful and deserving of respect."

---------Flashback Ends--------

A long time has passed since then. Yet, the feelings that never faded have grown even larger, and the light that danced in the darkness etched in his memory was still dazzling.

Kenshin: "Where are you, Mai?"

As he moved forward without showing any interest in the towering buildings or the elegantly dressed people around him,

Kenshin: "-----!"

His gaze became fixed on a woman walking across the main street.

Despite the throngs of people filling the area, she appeared to shine in Kenshin's eyes.

Kenshin: "I finally found you."

[Mai’s POV]

(Good thing I decided to check out the exhibition!)

I was walking in front of the station, holding a newly purchased design art book.

(Still, I wonder when this discomfort in my heart will finally disappear.)

Whenever I touch something I've loved since long ago, an unfamiliar sadness wells up inside me.

It's as if the memory of having lost something important is tingling inside me.

(But that's not the case.)

To shake off the gloomy feelings, I lowered my gaze to the art book.

Mai: "Alright, I'll study this carefully."

(Whoa!?)

Suddenly, someone yanked my arm from behind, causing my body to sway.

Startled, I looked up to see a breathless man looking down at me.

(Huh?)

The man, with a face reminiscent of sculpture, spoke up.

???: "Mai!"

(-----!)

The moment he called my name, warmth filled my eyes.

Mai: "Huh?"

(Why am I crying?)

My vision blurred, and warm droplets ran down my cheeks.

No matter how much I wiped them away, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.

Mai: "I’m sorry! I don't know why I'm..."

???: "........."

The man bit his lip sadly and gently wiped the tears from my eyes.

His palm was warm, gentle, and slightly trembling.

(This person has different colored eyes.)

(What is this feeling?)

An incomprehensible emotion stirred my chest like a storm.

???: "First of all, I apologize, but I can't let you go now."

Mai: "But this is the first time we've met, right?"

My voice trembled as I asked the question.

The gaze directed at me was so sharp and intense.

(Why does he look at me like this, even though we've just met?)

???: "That's right. But I have been waiting for you all this time."

(Oh.)

He gently pulled me into his arms.

Mai: "L-Let me go!"

???: "No."

Even though I was confused, I couldn't shake off the warmth that enveloped me.

(I know this warmth, but I can't remember.)

(I don't know anything. I don't even know his name.)

When I raised my gaze, my eyes locked with his as he stared at me.

???: "I finally found the piece of my soul."

His earnest voice weighed heavily on my chest.

(My heart is trembling so much.)

(I want to return his feelings, but I can't remember him.)

It feels as though something unseen is holding me back. 

I wanted so badly to embrace this man whose name I didn't even know. Yet, just as I was about to wrap my arms around him, I stopped.

(Why? It feels like I don't have the right to.)

Mai: "I'm sorry."

???: "Why are you apologizing?"

Mai: "I don't know. But it feels like I have to."

(I mean, there has got to be something I should apologize for.)

I desperately held back the sob that threatened to escape.

???: "Mai, no matter how much you try to refuse me, I will continue to call you, even if it costs me my life."

With an expression mixed with frustration and loneliness, he tightened his arms around me even more, as if he were binding my heart for eternity, stopping all time around us.

[sh0jun]

Ikemen Sengoku Modern AU

Boys as various university professors or teachers--

I'm not elaborating it much for now

Maybe there would be updates idk--

Oda forces

→ Nobunaga Oda (Academic Head/Economics teacher)

He's gonna have a separate drawer in his office FILLED with candies

That drawer has a lock on it all the time (he doesn't want Hideyoshi to find out about it)

→ Hideyoshi Toyotomi (history teacher)

Really looks up to the department head

Very patient with all the students and will help each and every single one of them :)

You'd see him in the halls A LOT

so be careful. If you get caught breaking the rules you WILL be lectured by him

He keeps a check on every teacher's health too- also he would tell you to take it easy if he sees that you're not well

Also pretty good at giving motivational speech

→ Mitsuhide Akechi (computer science)

Okay hear me out. This man will be GOOD with computers and technology.

The event stories prove it

He's the teacher you'll go to every time there's something wrong with your iPad

And he WILL tease you endlessly

→ Mitsunari Ishida (Maths teacher)

For obvious reasons.

Our clumsy but very smart angel.

He'll be very kind. And calmly teach you if you're having trouble with a math problem no matter how many times you come to him

But no matter what you do, you won't be able to get his attention if he's reading

The janitor has caught him several times in the library reading books in a secluded corner when it's late in the night

Librarians sometimes have to kick him out

→ Masamune Date (food tech)

Yes.

I think it's self explanatory (I don't have anything to say about him I'm sorry-)

You'd always. ALWAYS. catch him at the farmers market.

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa (Biology/ chemistry teacher)

Yes.

He knows his stuff when it comes to plant and medicine

He'd be very cranky if you come to his with a question but he will answer it in full detail

He does NOT like the math teacher

The math teacher and the physics teacher seem to constantly fawn over him which he does not enjoy.

→ Keiji Maeda (Drama/music teacher)

Pretty self explanatory this one.

He and the literature teacher are good friends :3

Best friends in fact.

He's the cheery teacher. Very enthusiastic.

→ Ranmaru Mori (teacher assistant)

The principal's assistant to be more specific

Running around doing errands for Nobunaga. Looks very cute and is very helpful

The students love him

Kasugayama forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi (specialist PE teacher/sports department head)

Martial arts. Fencing. Horse riding. Swimming. Sword fighting. You name it

This guys knows EVERYTHING

he trains students in these sports for competitions.

The group sports activities go to the other gym teacher

Very cold. And seems very rude and icy. But will teach you if you ask for his help

Also do NOT expect him to go easy on you

It's your first time learning judo? Will TOO bad. You will be thoroughly beaten up by this guy

→Shingen Takeda (DT/department head)

The hot teacher who's at the carpentry workshop

Many students attend the workshop JUST to see him

Very nice. Flirt to everything that breathes

Loves sweets just like the academics Department head.

But doesn't like Nobunaga at all

→Yukimura Sanada (PE teacher)

The worst PE teacher you'll ever have 💀

Doesn't know how to talk to students or teachers which result in him getting some pretty snarky comments

Is in charge of preparing sports teams for sports competitions

Does not like Kenshin's guys but has to put up with them

He's best friends with the physics teacher and they sometimes show experiments together (yuki is the lab rat of course)

→Sasuke Sarutoki (Physics teacher)

That fun physics teacher that shows experiments in the class

Uses memes in his lectures

All his lectures are extremely fun

The students are often confused as to how does he always has a straight face

The PE teacher is his guinea pig at times

The sports department head has some beef with him for some reason

→ Yoshimoto Imagawa (Arts teacher)

The guy LOVES art and appreciates it to his fullest

This job was MEANT for him

Will appreciate your art and also give you pointers if you ask for it

Very charming

Students fawn over him

Has a very soothing voice along with a pretty face

→ Kanetsugu Naoe (Literature teacher)

Teaches English along with Japanese

Very strict

He's pretty and has little fangs but the students are afraid of him

A very good teacher

But also does some very strict marking in tests

Do not try to fight with him cause he will point out all the grammatic errors

Lone forces

→ Kicho (linguistics teacher)

Teaches other foreign languages

Like French, Chinese, Korean, Spanish, German, arabic, Russian. You name it.

This guy is a genius

He and the computer tech teacher are cousins

Seems very tired always (cough blackholes cough)

→ Motonari Mouri (portugese teacher)

Yes.

No comment on him.

Those who know him well will probably get it.

Will teach you every single curse word there is >:D

→ Kennyo (History teacher/ religious studies)

He does not like how modern studies are taking over

No phones allowed in his class

Very calm but also hella intimidating

Uhhh- does not put up well with the Computer tech teacher's antiques

Usually eats alone outside with cats.

Animals love him <3

Mai

→ Mai Mitsuzaki (Textiles teacher)

Das right. Mah girl gets her own category

The most fashionable teacher on campus

Everyone loves her

Shingen, Masa and she are the DT trio

Will teach you all there is to know about clothes and fashion

Designs the best clothes

She should be a designer.

Tags: cause idk who wants to be tagged--

@ikesenanigans (we came up with these together<3)

@rubia8 @bakersgrief @nightvers @ginshoujo @y2ashlee

UHHHH IDK WHO ELSE :(

Anyways Enjoy :D

This is my first hc that i wrote--

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[writingwhimsey]

Hi! So I wanted to make a request, there are so many options I got a bit excited. I was divided between only one bed and roommate, but I will chose only one because I don’t want to be too demanding!

May I have one with shingen + only one bed with smut? Thank you in advance!

Thank you for the support and for the request! One of my personal favorite tropes with one of my favorite suitors! Oh how I love this incredibly large and sweet and loving man! Here it is and I hope you enjoy it!

The Night that Changed Everything

There had been a rather brutal battle between the Uesigu-Takeda forces and the Oda forces. It was all part of Shingen’s campaign to widdle down the Oda forces with me as the bait. His war of attrition. It was the reminder that I had needed that even though Shingen had shown me kindness…and was rather handsome and charming…that he was still a dangerous and powerful warlord…that he was trying to hurt people I cared about.

Granted the Uesugi-Takeda forces had people I cared about there, too. I mean Sasuke was my friend from the modern day and had never done anything but his best to protect me, Yukimura had become a friend, too. Then there was Shingen…my feelings towards him were…complicated. Made even more complicated by the fact that I was currently running from him, trying to stop him from bringing the Oda into another battle.

I’d tried this strategy once in the middle of a battle and well…Shingen ended up having to save me…further complicating my feelings for him. This time I thought I could try running away after the battle. In the middle of the night. Now that I was in the forest though…I was starting to realize that maybe that wasn’t the best plan.

Sasuke had told me there was a village just on the other side of the forest. It was part of Oda territory. If I could just get there…maybe I could find a way back to the Oda and get all of this senseless violence to stop…but despite Sasuke’s clear directions…I still couldn’t find my way through this forest in the dark.

I’d fallen down more times than I could count. And the complete darkness was starting to get to me…as well as the sounds of the forest creatures moving about the night. I had just tripped over another tree root and landed hard, scraping my hand as I broke my fall.

“This…this is hopeless isn’t it?” I muttered to myself as I felt hot tears begin to sting my eyes. I don’t know if I was referring to my escape, not being able to find my way out of the forest, or perhaps even getting the fighting to stop…or stopping my feelings of growing affection towards Shingen.

“There you are.”

My heart began to hammer in my chest at the sound of that voice. Though I refused to look up. I didn’t want him to see my tears. I dared not speak for fear he would hear them in my voice.

He was kneeling down beside me. “Are you alright, my goddess?” Shingen asked me and I could hear the concern in his voice, as he reached his hand out to caress my cheek, his eyes having adapted to the low moonlight that barely crept into the dark forest than mine.

“Don’t…goddess…me…” I replied, trying to put as much venom in my voice as possible, though it sounded weak even to my ears.

Then he called my name, in the gentlest of tones, bidding me to look at him. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

I shook my head, my will weakening against how tenderly he looked at me. “No…I’m fine.”

“Then why do you cry?” He asked, his thumb wiping at my tears.

“I…don’t know.”

Shingen let out a sigh and then the next thing I knew, he was lifting me up in his large and powerful arms. “Come on, let’s get you some place you can rest.” He said as he began to carry me through the forest with sure-footing.

Part of me wanted to fight him, tell him I could walk myself…but the other part of me wanted to keep my mouth shut and stay where I was…and possibly even lean my head against his chest, find out what perfect pillows his pecs would make. I didn’t allow myself to get that comfortable… but I did keep my mouth shut.

Before long, we were arriving at a small village and Shingen took me to an inn. I didn’t really pay attention as Shingen checked us in. He set me on my feet and gestured for me to follow the innkeeper, who led me to a room where I took a nice warm bath and fresh nightrobes were laid out for me.

I felt a little better after the bath and fresh change of clothes. Once I was finished the innkeeper was leading me to another room. “Here you are dear.” He said. “If you need anything don’t hesitate to ask.” He was then leaving with a bow.

I slid the door open and stepped inside, surprised to find Shingen waiting in the room for me. “W-what…”

“My apologies Princess, but it appears this was the last room left in this inn.” He told me, smiling warmly at me.

I hated the way my heart did flips at that smile. “Oh…” was all I could managed to get out.

“Here, come and let me see your hands.” He said.

“Why?”

“Are they not scraped?” Shingen asked. He was then gesturing to a box of medical supplies that sat next to him. “I thought since you had so kindly treated my wound before, I would treat yours. I can’t allow my beautiful goddess to suffer.”

My heart did another flip at the way he called me goddess…it wasn’t just goddess…but my goddess…as if claiming me. I bade my feet to stay firmly planted where they were, but they seemed to act of their own accord as I soon found myself sitting in front of Shingen. 

Shingen held out his hand and I found myself silently placing my much smaller hand in his incredibly large one, palm up. He quickly and gently got to work, cleaning my scrapes. There was something soft and sensual about the way his rough calloused fingers moved over my hands oh so gently as he treated me. I felt my heart picking up its pace and my mind wandering…where else would those gentle fingers feel so great…imagining what it might feel like for his massive frame to envelope my smaller one the way his hand currently enveloped mine.

When Shingen finished cleaning the scrapes, he was then gently applying a healing salve before wrapping them. “There.” He murmured before placing gentle kisses on the palms of my hand. “For extra healing.” He said.

I didn;t want to discuss the feelings those small kisses stirred up in me. “Th-thank you…” I replied. “Now…I’m tired and want to go to bed.”

“Of course.” Shingen replied, he was then gesturing to the futon that was laid out…only one, but with two pillows.

“Th-there’s…only one…” I said, feeling my heart begin to race.

Shingen gave me a wry smile. “Only one room and only one bed left in the inn.” He replied. “Besides this is twice now my princess has tried to run away. I can’t let you try that again.”

I glared at him, though I believe the effect was lost with the way my cheeks were heating up. “Whatever. I’m sure you say that to all the goddesses.” I replied as I dove into the futon, pulling the cover up to my chin.

I felt Shingen slide into the bed next to me. “No.” He said simply. “Though I would be lying if I were to say I was unhappy with this sleeping arrangement.”

Stupid heart…stupid brain…stupid attractive Shingen. I thought to myself.

“I haven’t even looked at another woman since we’ve met.” Shingen told me, as his arm came around my waist, him becoming my big spoon.

I felt my breath catch and found myself turning to face him. I looked into his gray eyes, they were warm with genuine affection. He…he was telling me the truth…I was not alone in my feelings.

Shingen smiled warmly at me, lifting his hand to gently caress my cheek, sending a delightful shiver down my body. “If I could, I would never let you go.” He told me. “You are truly an amazing woman.”

Without even thinking…I was stretching my and pressing my lips to his. I no longer cared about our stupid bet or anything else. It didn’t matter that he was fighting my friends…and I couldn’t deny my feelings any longer. I didn’t want to fight him or myself any longer.

Shingen responded, his arm tightening around my waist, his tongue sneaking out and parting my lips. Our bodies were pressed close as the kiss deepened.

When we broke the kiss, we both gasped each other’s names and looked into each other’s eyes. “Is…is this what you want?” Shingen asked me.

I nodded. “Yes.” I answered, unable to fight how I was feeling any longer.

Shingen’s lips were on mine again. He rolled us over so that he now hovered over me, his massive body completely enveloping mine just as well as I had imagined. He moved his lips from mine only to trail kisses down the side of my neck as his fingers came to undo the sash at my waist.

He pulled back as he opened my robes, his gray eyes taking in my form in the low lantern light. “You are stunning.” He murmured as he reached a hand to trail over my newly bared flesh. Fingertips grazing over my collarbone before sensually sliding down my breasts, rough calluses bringing a new sensation as they slid over the hardening peaks.

“Ah…Sh–Shingen…” I moaned at the sensation.

His lips were on my neck again, trailing down my body over the same path his fingers had just gone. His tongue came out to taste my flesh and swirl when he reached my nipples, making them harden further, sending another shiver of pleasure through me.

I found myself reaching for the belt at his waist, tugging and pulling until it finally came off. Shingen was grinning at me. “It appears my goddess is rather impatient.” He said.

“I…I just…want to see and…feel you, too.” I replied.

Shingen shrugged out of his robe, baring his body for me. He was then reaching for my hand and placing it on his chest. “See and feel as much as you want.” He told me, smiling oh so sensually at me.

I took his invitation and began to trail my hands over his chest, feeling the contour of his perfectly hardened physique. God he was gorgeous. My eyes followed the trail as my hands traveled over him.

Shingen shivered under my touch and let out a pleasured groan of my name. “Your hands…your touch feels…even better than I had hoped it would.” He said before leaning down to kiss me again.

I returned the kiss, wrapping my arms around him, my hands going to feel his shoulders… everything about his large body screamed how strong and powerful he was. How large he was. And though I felt powerless in comparison…I felt so warm and so safe beneath him.

Shingen began to kiss down my body once more. His lips lit a trail of fire over my flesh and sent thrills of pleasure through me, eliciting pleasured cries of his name from my lips. His lips were on my stomach, tongue coming out every so often to taste my flesh. “My name….sound so good from your lips.” He murmured against my skin, his kisses going lower now between my bellybutton and bikini line.

“Ah…Shingen…”

“I can’t wait to hear more.” Shingent said right before parting my thighs and moving so that they rested on his shoulders. Then before I could even process what was happening his lips were on the source of my heat, hos tongue coming out to swirl over that pleasure pearl.

“SHIN-GEN!” I cried out as electric pleasure shot through me. It was so much that I almost began to jerk away, but Shingen’s large hands were holding me in place and I was crying out as his lips and tongue continued to work between my thighs.

I soon found myself grinding against his face and pushing harder, seeking more of the sweet stimulation he gave. Shingen, eager to please, continued his work, licking and sucking, building my pleasure. It didn’t take much more of this before that coil inside me had wound up tight and snapped. Shockwaves of ecstasy rolled through me and my vision sparked white as my walls clenched around air. 

“SHINGEN!” I cried out as my orgasm washed over me and was drawn out by the continued ministrations of Shingen’s tongue.

He drew me out for a while before finally parting from my lower region. He smiled at me, his lips glistening with my slick. “Such beautiful moans.” He told me as he slowly moved, repositioning himself so that he was hovering over me once again, his body between my open legs. “I can’t wait to hear more.” He said before gently sliding his hardened length inside me.

“Ah…Sh-Sh-Shin-gen…” I moaned at how full he made me feel…and I had just barely come down from my last high, my body still sensitive.

His arms came around me, holding me close as he slowly slid inside me. Once he was fully in, he rested there a moment and just continued to hold me. We shared a kiss as he slowly began to thrust his hips, bringing me even more pleasure.

We continued to make love that night, both of us knowing…there was no going back…there was no letting each other go now. This was love and it was real and true. We could figure out the rest later.

[the12thnightproject]

Hi! I don’t know if you are taking requests, and I am sorry in advance if you aren’t. But in case you are… how would the warlords react to a femme fatale MC? Like the ones you would see in one of those spy movies?

Hi Selena!  So sorry it took so long to get to this! Thank you for the ask! Femme fatales often have nefarious motives, so the question is, is the femme fatale there to spy on or maybe assassinate the LI, or is she willing to work with him…?

Sooooo…. We’re going to start with the moment MC…

… slides open the door to the room and poses, waiting for him to notice her. To see the dark red painted lips, the black kimono (with just a hint of depth to it created by artful embroidery) just hanging at the edge of her shoulders. If she takes a deep breath, the silky garment might just slither off her entirely. When he finally looks up, and sees her hovering there, his eyes wide, pupils darken, as she glides seductively to his desk, and…

Nobunaga – When he asks her if she wants to rule the world by his side, she replies, “That was my question for you.” He determines to conquer her through a game of Go. They… are still playing.

Masamune – Really isn’t sure what to do with her. She’s beautiful, and of course he flirts, but when she mentions she could use a new coat, and eyes Shogetsu meaningfully, he throws her out.

Hideyoshi –  “I don’t trust you.” She shrugs, borrows his pipe, and lights it, as she wordlessly blows a smoke ring in his face. “I’ll be watching you closely,” he says.

She smiles. “I hope so.” She sits on the desk and scoots closer to him. “This close? Take a look. Take a very good look.”

Mitsuhide – When he sees her, he laughs. “Nice try. But a snake cannot outsmart a kitsune.”

Ieyasu –  As soon as she walks through the door, he runs and locks himself in his panic room with his emotional support sourdough starter.

Mitsunari – He’s reading. She’s still posing in the doorway. She places on sexy foot on top of his papers. Without a pause, he reads around her foot. She gives up in disgust.

Keiji – He can’t figure out why she’s picked him.  Nega-Keiji mode activates and he is instantly suspicious. She caresses his biceps as a response, but he just picks her up and tosses her out.

Ranmaru – He offers to share his peach. She takes him up on the offer. They are not seen for weeks.

Kennyo – She’s trying to seduce him, but he keeps putting her on pause to rescue injured wildlife.

Motonari – He doesn’t like to be touched, doesn’t drink, and won’t eat any cooking but his own. But once he realizes she could be a partner in crime, they go on a Bonnie & Clyde style spree across Japan. Watch the world burn, baby, burn.

Kicho – Who do you think sent her to Azuchi in the first place?

Kenshin – Hey, as long as she can keep him stocked with sake and pickled plums… wait… why is she eyeing his bunnies and talking about their soft, pretty, warm fur?

Kanetsugu –  Looks up. Sees her. “Nope.” Slides the door shut in her face.

Shingen – Knows exactly what she is, what she wants, and why she is there before she is halfway across the room. Of the course of one long, passionate night, he convinces her to work for him.

Yoshimoto – She glides into the room… realizes he’s prettier than she is. Glides out.

Yukimura – Doesn’t matter. If female, then wild boar.

Sasuke – Tells her that he once wrote a paper on the role of the femme fatale in post-world war II noir cinema. MC: “So I won’t be able to seduce you?”

He thinks a moment. “I didn’t say that.”

@lorei-writes

[ikeromantic]

Entwined, Ch 12

Part 12 of a multipart series. Mai has been reborn in the modern age after a full life in the Sengoku. The warlords as spirit animals find her again after 500 years of searching for her soul. Approx. 3300 words.

Chapter List

Mai struggled not to fall asleep. Exhaustion had her in its grip, but she wanted - needed - to see Mitsuhide before she let herself give in to it. The cold, sterile hospital air kept her alert as she sat waiting. The rabbit watched her with a disapproving gaze, its mismatched eyes flicked between her and the pillow on the other end of the bed. 

“You can stop looking at me like that. I’ll rest after I talk to Mitsuhide,” she told the rabbit. Somehow, it didn’t feel silly talking to him. 

The rabbit huffed and rubbed its face with a paw. Then it hopped over and snuggled onto her lap, placing its paws on top of her uninjured hand. It looked up at her with a serious expression, its nose twitching. 

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re worried about me.” Mai stroked the bunny’s long, soft ears. “I guess that’s why you’re a good therapy rabbit, huh?”

“He probably is. I know I am.” 

The unexpected voice made Mai do a little hop on the bed. She looked up to see a gorgeous, pink haired guy standing in the doorway. He held a bouquet of pink roses that nearly matched the color of his hair. “Ranmaru?”

He smiled brightly. “You remembered me! I am so glad!” The roses went onto the small table by the door as he stepped closer.

“Umm, of course. But . . .”

“What am I doing here?” He gave a slight shrug. “Well. I heard you were hurt. See, Kennyo - my agent - is old friends with Shingen and, anyway, it’s not important. What matters is, are you ok?” His gaze traveled over her, brows drawing together with worry. 

Mai paused, not sure how to politely ask why a guy she’d met once on the train was in her hospital room. The question felt both completely unnecessary and pretty damn important. There was part of her that felt like, of course Ranmaru was here! And another that found it bizarre. 

“I’m doing ok,” she said after a pause. “But, Ranmaru . . . who are you? Really?”

He smiled with wide, innocent eyes. It was the kind of expression that might completely derail someone’s thoughts with just how adorable he was. “I am so happy you’re alright. When we heard what danger that - that kitsune put you in -”

“Wait, we?”

Ranmaru blushed, and took a breath. “Mm. My manager and I. Anyway, look! I brought you a treat!” He pulled out a candy box in a colorful furoshiki. He handed it to Mai. 

She took it but didn’t open it. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I told you who I am on the train. And you remembered me. My last name is Mori, but don’t tell anyone, ‘kay?”

She frowned. “That’s not what I mean. I mean . . . who are you to me? How do you know me?”

Ranmaru’s mouth opened, then closed again. “Umm. Is it ok if I can’t really talk to you about that just yet? Because I could never lie to you, Mai. But some things you have to be ready to hear.”

“I’m ready right now.” Mai crossed her arms and tried to hold onto her frown and her glare. It was hard because the sweet-faced Ranmaru looked as if he might start crying. 

After a long, awkward pause, his shoulders fell. “Alright. I’ll tell you what I can. But you have to promise not to let Mitsuhi- ah!” 

The man appeared behind Ranmaru as if summoned by his name. Mitsuhide’s slender fingers curled around Ranmaru’s shoulder. There was an audible pop and suddenly, Ranmaru was gone. Mitsuhide held a struggling white stoat in his hand.

“It seems you’ve been plagued by visitors without a chance to rest, little mouse.” 

Mai was so shocked she couldn’t speak. 

Mitsuhide’s golden gaze settled on the rabbit in her lap beside the sweets Ranmaru brought. “You should go. She is in my care now.”

The rabbit thumped its foot against the mattress, fur bristling. 

“We can discuss your accusations later, Uesugi.” Mitsuhide’s expression was cold and his tone one of icy disdain. 

After a huff, the bunny leapt down from the bed and loped out of the room. 

Mitsuhide set the stoat down after it and closed the door. “There. Much better.” He smiled and sat down at the edge of Mai’s bed. 

“D-did Ranmaru turn into a weasel? I saw him just - just -” She tried to make sense of it, but the only thing that came to mind were folktales. Stories that clearly weren’t true. Except what she’d just seen could have come from one of them. 

“Is that what happened, little mouse? I think you may be more tired than you realize.” He set a warm hand on her leg, squeezing her calf gently. 

Mai felt a knot of tension she hadn’t even realized she was carrying release at his touch. “I-I am, but he - you -”

Mitsuhide smiled, though the expression looked strained. “And you are on something for the pain as well. Perhaps things are not quite as they seem.”

“No. I want you to tell me now. What - what is going on? How do I know you? And - and the others? Shingen and Sasuke and Ranmaru and -” The stress and horror of her day fell on her all at once. She felt the most absurd urge to fling herself into Mitsuhide’s arms and burrow her face against his chest to cry until the tightness in her released. A tear rolled free from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek.

He took her in his arms, careful of her injuries. His scent enfolded her as she pressed her face against his shoulder and let herself relax into his touch. Mitsuhide’s hand stroked her back, slow calming motions to ease her tired heart and mind. 

“I want to - to be mad at you,” she confessed. “You never answer my questions. And something IS happening. Something I - I don’t understand but you,” she leaned back to look him in the eyes. “You are right in the middle of it.”

Mitsuhide’s expression was unreadable. His eyes glinted with hidden secrets and stories, and his lips were pressed to a thin line. “You’ve been through enough for tonight, little one. Why are you looking for more trouble?”

She took a shaky breath. “Is that what you are?”

“Trouble?” He chuckled. “I have been called worse.” He brushed her hair back from her face, his fingertips trailing along the edge of her ear. “I suppose I am.”

Mai took his hand in hers. “I want to know, Mitsuhide. Everything.”

He sighed and stroked a finger along the back of her hand. The sensation was like a candle flame that raced up the nerves of her arm and set her heart on fire. “Everything? I wouldn’t know where to start. And this is not the time for what questions you have.”

“But -”

“You will need to be focused when you speak to the police. They want your report of tonight’s events. I don’t want you to worry about . . . other things.” His thumb was a warm, comforting pressure at her wrist. “Trust me.”

“I do. I don’t know why but I do.” Mai didn’t want to think too long on that statement. It was irrational, mad really. She knew very little about Mitsuhide. And though he’d saved her, he also put her in danger. “Just please, next time you set up a clever plot, can you just . . . I dunno. Warn me?”

Mitsuhide stroked his finger along the line of her jaw, stopping at her chin. “I will. I promise.”

She studied his face, hoping for some sign of his thoughts. After a moment, Mai gave up the effort. “Alright. I’ll take that, I guess.” 

“Good. Now, little mouse, you need to sleep.” His crescent moon smile returned as he brushed his thumb over her brows. “Your eyes are puffy.”

“You are so -” Mai felt at a loss for words. But his teasing really did make her feel better. “Just grrrr.”

“Mmm. Just?” 

A laugh escaped her still-parted lips. “Yeah. Pretty much.” 

Mitsuhide ruffled her hair. “I shall endeavor to be more. I’d hate to be relegated to a mere sound of frustration in your mind.” 

“I wouldn’t say mere. Sometimes you’re practically a symphony.” 

“Of more than frustration, I hope?” His golden gaze was impossible to look away from. The playful glint, the soft vulnerability in them intoxicated her. 

Mai swallowed. “A - a lot more.”

“Then I will be satisfied for now.” He moved to stand, relinquishing his hold on her.

“Wait!”

Mitsuhide paused, an eyebrow raised.

“I - I don’t want to be alone right now. I won’t sleep if - if you leave.” It was a bit of emotional blackmail, she knew. But it was true as well. She didn’t want to be alone, and more than that, she wanted the company of one particular, infuriating man.

His thin smile stretched wide, a soft, resigned exhalation. “I have places to be, but there is a little time between. I will stay, just until you fall asleep. Is that acceptable?”

She nodded, feeling a little guilty. 

Mitsuhide sat down again on the edge of the bed. “Lie down. All the way.” He gently took hold of her shoulder and supported her as she laid back. Then he tugged the blanket up to her chin and made sure her arms were under it. 

“I’m not a little kid,” Mai pouted, feeling exactly like a child. 

“No. You aren’t.” He drew a hand over her face, his fingertips brushed lightly over her. The light touch caused her eyes to flutter shut. 

Mai found it hard to open them again. The thin hospital blanket felt warm with Mitsuhide sitting so close. Her body gave in to the need to sleep. The world drifted away, all her questions, all her worries, sliding away into a comforting darkness. “Thank you,” she murmured, “for staying.”

The last words she heard before sleep took her, “I have never been able to deny you, little one.”

***

A hawk sat on a bare branch of an ancient cedar tree, staring down imperiously at the other animals gathered there. A one eyed tiger striped cat sat on a lower branch, cleaning its fur while a white rabbit chewed furiously at a clover blossom below it. A squirrel perched, half hidden in the foliage, while a pig snuffled around the roots, ridden by a small, grey hamster. There were other even stranger animals - a kangaroo, and a white weasel, a peacock, and a wolf. In the center, at the base of the vast trunk, sat a single white fox with golden eyes.

“She could have died. Again. The kitsune’s worse at this than I am.” The kangaroo spoke, his voice loud enough to carry through the odd gathering. 

The fox sniffed. “I wouldn’t have let that happen.”

“No? Because if this is your protection, the angel might be better off without your interference,” the bear rumbled.

“A true tactician would have considered the possibility of her arrival, and planned for it,” piped the small, grey hamster with violet eyes. His fur bristled as he glared at the fox.

Several other voices rose then, a cacophony of worry and anger. The hawk cut it short with a harsh cry. “Enough!” His piercing, garnet gaze pinned each of the animals to where they stood, sat, or perched. “Let the kitsune speak.”

The fox swished its tail once, a grin spreading over his face, but with fangs bared it was anything but friendly. “Thank you all for your . . . insights. The little mouse would be overwhelmed by your concern.” His red tongue lolled between his jaws as he turned his head to regard each animal with a hard, cold golden eye. “She may not be so pleased that you all think her cowardly or incapable.”

“Hey! We never said that,” growled a wolf, hackles raised. The bear beside him put a paw on the wolf’s back, smoothing the grey-brown fur. 

“Oh? Is it not implied?” The white fox widened one eye as if to arch his brow.

The gathering exploded again in a mix of voices and bestial growls. Surprisingly, it was the rabbit that brought them to order this time. The white bunny thumped its foot hard against a tree root until the rest of the beasts fell quiet. “Make your point, kitsune. I am bored of talking.”

“My point? Hmmm.” The fox smiled again. “Only that you have all discounted how very capable my little mouse is. I could not keep her out of harm’s way before, and I cannot now. None of you can, because she is not a bauble to be locked away. She is brave, assertive. Independent. And I am proud of her, even as I regret the pain she suffered.”

A low murmur spread out from the tree then, a mix of approval and consternation. 

“This was still your fault, Akechi,” the pig said, his voice laced with a sharp bitterness that seemed in opposition to his cheery demeanor.

“I do not deny that. I should have moved to secure Keiki more quickly.” The fox bowed his head. 

Several animals spoke up then, all saying they could have protected her, kept her from harm. The hawk spoke over them in a tone that brooked no dissent. “Uesugi, Kennyo, Takeda and I will speak privately on this. Until then, none shall interfere with our little fireball.”

“None? What does that mean?” A small monkey poked its head from the leafy branch near the hawk, gentle brown eyes wide and unhappy.

“Leave her alone for now. She will need rest anyway, and that is best accomplished without company.” The hawk’s gimlet-eyed gaze touched every one of the host gathered there. They began to disperse, each to their own place. Some took man-shape as they left, while others stayed on four legs or kept their wings. Only the white fox stayed, head still bowed.

“Alone, hm,” the fox murmured. “As if, after 500 long years, I could turn away from her, even for a moment.” 

***

Mai spent a few hours answering questions for the police the next day. They nodded and took notes, and left their cards for her questions. Once they were gone, the hospital discharged her. Asami and Kaiya came to take her home. 

“I can’t believe that guy! What was he even thinking,” Kaiya shook her head. 

“Probably something stupid, like hey! Why stop at embezzlement when I could add assault to my crimes,” Asami chimed in. 

Kaiya sighed. “I’m just glad you’re ok. Who knew costuming could be so dangerous?”

“Right?” Mai gave her friends a tired smile. 

“I guess this means you didn’t get to hook up with Mister Sexy from your past life, huh?” Asami’s smile was sly, though her gentle gaze told Mai she was still worried about her.

“Nope, but he rescued me so I guess that counts for something.” Mai shrugged, then regretted the motion. Her arm ached in the sling, and she wondered how long it would take to heal.

Kaiya gave them both an incredulous look. “What are you talking about? Past life?”

Mai and Asami filled their friend in on the way back to Mai’s flat. By the time they got there, Kaiya was shaking her head. “That is so weird. All of it.” She frowned at Mai. “Maybe it would be a good idea to see a - a therapist or something. And stay away from this guy until you get your head sorted.”

“Kaiya!” Asami looked surprised. “You don’t think it’s romantic? I mean think about it! They could have been lovers before, and now their souls are reaching for each other and -”

“Stuff like that only happens in rom coms and romance novels.” Kaiya took a deep breath. “I’m just saying, it all sounds pretty wild. But what we know is that you got really hurt yesterday, and this guy you’re crushing on - Mitsuhide? He was definitely involved, even if he didn’t hurt you. You might want to take a step back, just to make sure you’re ready for this, whatever it is.”

Mai didn’t like the advice very much, but it did sound pretty sensible. “I’ll think about it anyway,” she said after a moment. “It’s not like there’s any rush.”

“Right?” Kaiya agreed, just as Asami said, “You’re joking!”

The three of them looked at each other, and realized all at once how crazy their argument sounded. They burst into laughter.

Asami helped Mai upstairs, while Kaiya went to grab them lunch. It made Mai feel strange to be the center of so much concern, even with her close friends. Telling her family would be even worse. 

“So did our past-life love bring you the candy and flowers?” Asami asked as she helped Mai sit on her bed.

“No. I got them from -”

“Don’t tell me it’s the one you broke up with? Hideyoshi?” 

Mai shook her head.

“The hot chef guy?” Asami tried again.

“Nope.”

“Oh. My. God. You have another secret admirer?” Asami laughed incredulously. 

“I mean, I don’t think so? It was kind of weird.” Mai told her about the hospital visits, though she left out the peacock and the way she’d thought she saw Ranmaru turn into a white weasel. She wasn’t ready for Asami to think she was that crazy. 

Kaiya showed up about half-way through, so Mai had to start again while the three of them shared sandwiches and the box of chocolates from Ranmaru. Her two friends looked as confused as she felt.

“So, let me get this straight. The chocolates are from some guy you ran into on the train. And a guy you met once while on a date with Hideyoshi came in, with friends, including someone who’s invested in the theater program? And they brought you a support animal?” Kaiya sounded the most incredulous.

Mai nodded. “Yeah. It was weird. But they were all so nice! It kind of, I dunno. Felt like I knew them? Like it sounds weird but it seemed natural while they were there?”

“I think you must have got a concussion,” Asami winked to take the sting from her teasing.

Kaiya laughed. “Honestly, I can’t decide if you’re lucky or not. I’d freak out if a bunch of cute guys I barely know showed up and I was in a hospital bed.”

“Trust me, I was freaking out.” Mai grinned. 

“This just makes me more sure you need to follow up with my hypnotherapist. I asked for you, and he’s got some openings this week.” Asami took out her phone and pulled up a text. “What are you doing Wednesday?”

“Hey, hold on. Are you serious?” Kaiya gave Asami a sidelong glance. “Hypnosis? That’s not even real!”

“How would you know? Did you ever try it?” Asami shot back.

Mai cleared her throat. “Umm. Hey, it might be worth trying. And anyway, Kaiya, I have a favor to ask you.” She fiddled with the hem of her shirt. She hated, absolutely hated asking for favors. “Would you be willing to help me finish out my current orders? I just don’t know - with my arm - how fast I can get them out? And I don’t want to disappoint anyone. I can pay you too!”

Kaiya held up her hand. “Mai. Of course I’ll help. It’s not a big deal. I was actually going to ask you if you needed me. I wasn’t sure how much work you’ve got going on right now.”

“You are my hero.” Mai gave her friend a one-armed hug.

“Mmm. I thought that was the Mitsuhide guy. Didn’t he save you from Mr. Theater-Stabbity-Stab?” Asami glanced up from her phone.

Mai giggled. “He did! But I don’t see him here offering to help stitch beads and finish seams.”

Asami grinned back. “Yeah yeah. I see how it is. Anyway, I booked you for Wednesday afternoon. I’ll come get you.”

“Thanks.” Mai tried to sound certain, though she felt anything but. 

“And, I’ll come over and help with the sewing too. I can’t do much, but I can run deliveries or something, right?” Asami put the phone away and picked up her drink.

“You guys really are the best.” Mai finally relaxed and let herself imagine this wasn’t the disaster it felt like.

[selenacosmic]

Hello, may I request-

Which warlord do you think would like an mc who is very hyper feminine? Like innocent pastors daughter type feminine?

Hello! Thank you for the request.

Which warlord would like a hyper feminine MC.

While this was a difficult question to answer, I have thought of some of the warlords who would be head over heels that type of MC. The short answer would be that every one of them would like an MC like that, specially if she is innocent with a kind heart, something that i imagine would be very hard to find in that era. But the long answer shows the warlords that would be the most attracted.

For starters, Hideyoshi would adore her, wanting to protect her from the rest of the world, specially from masamune. He would be protective like he is with Mitsunari.

Speaking of him, I believe Mitsunari would also like that type of MC a lot, since they would both have a bit in common, innocent and maybe a bit oblivious to certain things. Of course.

Another warlord I could think of would be shingen, who would be infatuated with her. It’s like she glows like a true goddess, he believes. Alongside him, his cousin a Yoshimoto would find her charming and with an incredible aesthetic that gets his attention right away.

Kennyo would also be captivated by her, so kindhearted and seemingly innocent to the cruelty of the world, he feels unworthy of being near her.

Again, keep in mind that all of them would fall in love with her, but I believe these are the warlords that would be the most attracted and interested.

[whyreyousoobsessedwithme]

Do you think PTJ will make Gun x Crystal a ship? I mean, the fanart on his page might be foreshadowing something plus he likes to throw in ships at the worst times. And since Gun didn't let Charles kill Crystal because he either felt bad or wanted to see how far Charles will go for his goal of becoming a king, he might end up catching feelings for her. I mean it looks like a platonic, sibling-like relationship but we thought the same for Vin and Sujin so.💀

527- 530 Spoilers, thoughts + theories. I know I was supposed to answer this like 3 weeks ago, but I've been busy with work and other things.

Personally, I hope not. What those two need rn is therapy and healing. But yeah, I could see ptj making Gun fall for Crystal. It'll be onsided for sure, though. It's kind of obvious he plans to put Daniel and Crystal together. Hopefully, they maintain a platonic relationship, I really think it would benefit both Gun and Crystal since they're both lonely children suffering due to their family's actions.

527

How the hell did Gun end up on the beach like that without anyone else noticing him?

It is genuinely pissing me off how normal and kind Gap is acting despite being a serial cheater. "A place without honor," he says, like he doesn't cheat on his wife every Tuesday.

I have a lot of questions about how Gun got into prison. Did Gap pull some strings? Did he steal something in order to be put there because he had a white collar, but that would mean that the court was invovlved too and since Gun is a Japanese citizen wouldn't they try to contact his family? OMG, I hope they didn't make him spread the cheeks for inspection. He's too young.😟

Pls, I was joking when I said he probably went to prison to train

I NEED to know how Charles ended up as a prison volunteer. Also, how did Gun recognize him? Did he also come in contact with Charles in the past?

I need to know exactly just what Charles' plan was that he was willing to beg Gun and kill his own child. This old hairstyle of his also confirms that he was the one who hit crystal in the past, and after reading this chapter, it was most likely because she was ruining his plan by being too weak and emotional.

Gun hit a growth spurt in prison, yet somehow his clothes still fit him?

I don't think Goo stabbed his master on purpose, and even if he did, he probably had a good relationship with his master. Also, cut down goblins, really? (I'm being picky i know)

528

I personally think Goo, at least in the past, is stronger than gun.

I think the reason Gun yaps so much during fighting is because he's having fun.

Not Goo being Gun's sexual awakening

It always baffles me how these guys fight literally anywhere, and NO-ONE ever walks in on it. Like people visit the park ALL the time.

Shintaro already looks like he's not taking it well. The guilt is settling in. He looks worn out by everything.

529-530

It's shocking and low-key annoying to know the main reason Gun ruined so many lives is because he wanted to see a hypothetical situation play out to heal his daddy issues.

No way these grown ass men's first thought at seeing Gun again was "goblin"

Momma Park coming thru at the end, I told yall she cared for him in her own way.

Ptj, please stop making their bitties bigger than their head, its scaring me😭

Somi and Shingen both grew up in an environment where they experienced little to no familial love. It makes sense that she didn't realize it was her maternal instincts kicking in. One thing I didn't like, though , was how ptj made someone as strong as Shingen SULK over a defeat for 10+ years. Like, I know it was probably because of his decided fate, which led to him prioritizing fighting and meeting someone who can basically outdo him in the one thing he's supposed succeed at is shocking, but there could've been more depth. Like all that because he lost?!

Seeing Somi laying there bleeding out makes me realize how young she is. There was definitely a massive age gap in her marriage. She looks close to my age tbh, thinking about it now, she was mostly likely groomed into becoming a tool for her family to use for their sake.

Shintaro, girl, fuck you. Tf you mean "send you behind her", go follow your son instead.

Ptj, enough with the naked men😭

King of Busan looks like Taesoo 2.0. Let's just hope he didin't take after Gap in cheating, too.

I wonder if Gun came across Jinrang in prison?

[mynameiskan]

So when the gang (Mai, Shingen, Sasuke, Masamune, Ieyasu, Mitsunari) stay at Hana's house during their time in modern Japan (Hana is my OC).

Hana asks them how Nobunaga looks like since Hana is also a big fan of Sengoku warlords. Ieyasu attempts to answer by drawing.

Even though Sasuke is Ieyasu's fanboi, he can't even give any compliments. Mai, Shingen and Masamune have complicated feeling about Ieyasu's artwork.

Mitsunari, as expected, loves the artwork very much. Hana gives Ieyasu a lot of compliment. Ieyasu's tsundere behaviour is so similar to one of her students so she accidentally treat him just like how she treats a younger brother. Ieyasu later finds out about that truth and asks Hana not to do that anymore.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Kenshin's Sequel Chapter 7

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies. Not a full translation.

(Hot. It hurts.)

Light was radiating from my entire body, and it felt like my head was about to split open.

It felt like something was about to overflow from within me.

Kenshin: "Wait, let's find somewhere to rest!"

Mai: "No, we need to get Shingen back to camp quickly."

Before I realized it, the number of enemy soldiers had dwindled, and the once-fierce battlefield began to fade into the distance.

Even so, stopping the horse here was risky; we didn't know when the enemy might catch up.

Sasuke: "Mai, I'm sorry to ask this when you're in pain, but I need a quick answer!"

Sasuke: "What did you wish for just now?"

(My wish…?)

Pressing my throbbing temple, I turned to face Sasuke.

Mai: "The power to time-slip and bring Shingen into the future."

Sasuke: "Then that’s...?"

A look of realization crossed Sasuke's face as he glanced up at the dark sky.

Sasuke: "Is your power evolving?"

(Evolving?)

Kenshin glared at Sasuke with impatience.

Kenshin: "Explain, Sasuke."

Sasuke: "I think a wormhole is about to open because of her wish."

(Because of my wish?)

Mai: "Then let's quickly get Shingen to the present!"

I desperately gathered my strength and focused even harder.

Shingen: "No, Mai."

Shingen: "That would be too much of a burden for you!"

Shingen, lifting his face slightly, coughed violently.

Mai: "But I want to help you!"

Mai: "Besides, I can't stop now!"

My vision got all fuzzy from the pain and heat, and the light became so bright it was almost blinding.

Sasuke: "A lightning is approaching. We don't have much time left."

Kenshin: "..........."

After a moment's hesitation, Kenshin stopped the horse he had been riding.

(Kenshin?)

Sasuke quickly followed suit and turned back towards us.

Kenshin: "Sasuke, this is an order. Go to the present with Shingen."

Kenshin: "No matter what, heal that man and come back."

Sasuke: "----!"

Before Sasuke could respond, Shingen spoke up.

Shingen: "Stop! What are you saying?"

Shingen: "Letting Sasuke go in this situation could cost you your life."

Kenshin's sharp gaze pierced through Shingen, who was breathing heavily.

Kenshin: "Are you underestimating me, Shingen Takeda?"

Kenshin: "Just go. If I have to keep watching you be this pathetic any longer, I might just kill you myself."

Kenshin placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

No one said anything, but you could definitely feel how deeply he cared.

Shingen: "You're such an awkward man."

Mai: "Shingen, I'm asking you too."

Mai: "I said before that I wouldn't give up on you."

(So please don't let this chance slip away.)

I desperately weaved my words together to avoid losing consciousness from the pain in my head.

Shingen: "Understood. Thank you."

Sasuke: "I'll gladly take you. Please be careful, Lord Kenshin, Mai."

Shingen: "Lord Shingen, over here."

Sasuke supported Shingen as he dismounted from the horse and stood beside us.

I used Kenshin's hand to help me down, facing the two of them.

Mai: "Sasuke, I’m counting on you."

Sasuke: "I'll do my best."

I closed my eyes and raised my hand toward them.

(Please, I'm begging you.)

The sound of thunder echoed, and the figures of Shingen and Sasuke distorted before my eyes.

(Send these two to the world where Sasuke and I originally came from!)

The roaring sound faded away, and the two figures vanished.

(Did it work?)

Mai: "Ah..."

Kenshin: "Mai!"

Kenshin caught me from behind as I collapsed to my knees.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly, furrowing his brow with concern. I leaned against him, allowing my body to relax.

Mai: "Finally, he will be treated."

Kenshin: "Yeah, he'll definitely be saved. I know that, so stop talking.”

Kenshin: “You're pale enough as it is.”

(Kenshin.)

I tried to nod, but my body felt weak, probably from the fever.

Kenshin: "Look at me, Mai."

(My body feels like it's being burned.)

In an instant, my vision went completely dark, and my consciousness slipped away.

(What is this?)

I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I regained my senses, I found myself enveloped in a strange mist.

Slowly, my vision came into focus.

I was standing in the grand hall of Kasugayama Castle.

(When did I come back?)

(Wait, those voices…)

I turned my face toward the familiar voices and saw two shadows.

(Yukimura and Sasuke.)

(They seem different. Did something happen?)

There were no other people around, and the two of them were looking down.

Yukimura: "I'm happy that Lord Shingen recovered from his illness, and you guys came back, but why isn't Mai here?"

(Huh? I'm not here?)

I glanced down at my body and noticed it was transparent.

(Could it be that I'm dreaming about the future?)

(This has happened a few times before, hasn't it?)

Sasuke: "The distortion of time and space isn't something humans can control."

Sasuke: "She didn't realize how much her life force was being drained by using a time leap."

Sasuke: "Moreover, the burden during the time slip was unimaginably great."

Sasuke: "At that time, just causing it once used up all her life force."

Sasuke: "Lord Shingen regretted using this power after knowing that."

Yukimura: "........."

(I see. So that's how it was.)

I certainly had my suspicions.

Whenever I used that power, I was always hit with a terrible headache and fever.

Not only that, but when I dreamed about something related to the future, my body would also scream in agony.

When I summoned a wormhole, I experienced pain, unlike anything I had ever felt before, causing me to lose consciousness.

It made sense that my life force was being drained so much.

Yukimura: "After sending Lord Shingen and you into the future, Mai continued to wander between life and death."

Yukimura: "Then she finally woke up three days later. But from that night onward, it seems time started to rewind, regardless of her will."

His words trailed off, and Yukimura clenched his fists tightly on his knees.

Sasuke exhaled deeply, still keeping his gaze downcast.

Sasuke: "Using too much power at once caused things to go out of control."

Sasuke: "As a result, Mai's life force was drained, and four days later, her existence, along with the distortion of time, disappeared."

Sasuke: "I believe that's what happened."

(My existence disappeared?)

I gasped in shock.

My thoughts couldn't keep up, and I felt dizzy.

Yukimura: "Is that even possible?"

Yukimura: "It's just too cruel for Mai!"

Sasuke: "I wanted to avoid it too."

Sasuke's voice trembled and grew hoarse, a rare display of emotion toward the frustrated Yukimura.

Sasuke: "If I could rewind time and change things, I want to save her."

Yukimura: "I feel the same way."

(Yukimura, Sasuke.)

A heavy silence lingered for a while.

Sasuke: "Yukimura. Where's Lord Kenshin now?"

Yukimura: "Well…"

(Ah!)

The scene in front of me warped again, and the dream continued to play.

(What battlefield is this?)

(Is that Kanetsugu?)

Kanetsugu dismounted his horse and quietly approached the figure standing amidst the battlefield.

Kanetsugu: "Lord Kenshin."

Kenshin: "........."

(Huh!?)

A strong wind swept through, and Kenshin turned around.

His eyes, stained red with blood, were unsettlingly dark.

(This expression is the same as when I almost lost him before.)

(No, it's even worse than when he became a demon.)

His clouded eyes reflected nothing.

Kenshin: "Where's the next enemy?"

Kenshin: "I'll annihilate them."

Kenshin: "I'll chase them to the ends of the earth, and not a single one will return alive."

Kanetsugu faltered at his emotionless, low voice.

Kanetsugu: "Lord Kenshin. The battle is over. Please, return."

Kanetsugu: "You've been fighting ever since then."

Kanetsugu: "Kicho and everyone connected to him are gone now."

(Kenshin.)

My heart thudded uncomfortably, and my fingertips trembled.

Kenshin: "I see. It's over."

[sh0jun]

MC telling the warlords they need to see a therapist. ESPECIALLY NOBUNAGA!

How would they react to that 🤔

OMG HI

XD yes they definitely do need therapy qwq

Telling the warlords they NEED to see a therapist

Their first question to this statement would be, "what the hell is a therapist?"

After you explain what a therapist is and that you've already booked a lesson for them meaning they HAVE to go there (because they cannot say no to you). Weapons are not allowed during the session.

• Oda Forces

→ Nobunaga Oda

• oh? Interesting.

• the therapist and he will have an interesting talk to say the least.

• obviously he isn't really going to answer any of the therapist's questions. Well not a straight answer anyways

• will scowl every time the therapist manages to figure him out

• in the end he doesn't open up to the therapist and instead challenges them to a battle of Go.

→ Hideyoshi Toyotomi

• ends up helping the therapist

• that's it

• he listens to the therapist's problems and tries to help him the best he can

• somewhere during the session he will confess his undying loyalty to Nobunaga

• Therapist tries to tell him to value himself more

• the therapist almost gets punched

• how did things go there? I think you can figure it out

→ Mitsuhide Akechi

• another one who doesn't open up to the therapist

• they both actually have a.....competition? They both counter attack each other by asking questions

• this goes on for a WHILE a long long while

• of course Mitsuhide won. But he tells the therapist he enjoyed the session

• no he's not coming back again. The therapist got way too close to figuring him out.

→ Masamune Date

• ends up crying and confessing anything mid way through the session

• idk why. I see him as someone who would do that

• anyways he will also boast about his cooking, Shogetsu and MC

• will invite the therapist over to lunch

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa

• doesn't want to go.

• what do you mean he's going to help me with my past traumas? I don't want to go

• he's like a cat when you try to take them to the vet

• very grumpy and salty throughout the session. Would not give a straight answer to any of the questions

• would leave midway through the session

→ Mitsunari Ishida

• sunshine. Angel. Not even 5 minutes into the session and the therapist knows what his problem is

• he will try his best to help out this angel

→ Keiji Maeda

• no.

• refuses to go.

• doesn't want to risk getting caught. He will dissappear once again just to leave the session

→ Ranmaru Mori

• also ends up crying and confessing

• this is the only one so far with whom the session has gone smoothly

• Uesugi Takeda Forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi

• he was already upset because his weapon got confiscated.

• points a knife at the therapist when he touches a particularly delicate subject

• where did the knife come from? No idea.

• someone needs to stay in the room (MC) to calm him down

• will need many more therapy lessons but the therapist has refused to attend any more sessions with him

→ Shingen Takeda

• flirts with the Therapist

• either charms the therapist or gets kicked out

• even the therapist tells him to lower it down in the sugar intake

→ Yoshimoto Imagawa

• therapist tries his best to keep up with Yoshimoto

• but over time he gets lost

• he will also probably get kicked out

→ Kanetsugu Naoe

• another one who has a hidden knife

• actually talks pretty formally with the therapist

• the therapist already kind of shaken up by the incident with kenshin approaches the subject pretty cautiously

• surprisingly enough Kanetsugu cooperates

• success!

→ Yukimura Sanada

• does he need therapy? I personally think he doesn't

• maybe he does but not as much as the others

→ Sasuke Sarutobi

• I don't think he needs therapy

• he does but not many sessions

• very cooperative

• sits through the Sessions with others to calm them down in case they decide to attack the poor fellow doctor

• Lone Forces

→ Kicho

• doesn't want to go

• he was already traumatized enough. Why must he approach the subject again

• will be cooperative as in will not point any hidden weapons at the therapist

→ Motonari Mouri

• he just dissapears

• you won't see him at the sessions at all

→ Kennyo

• reluctantly agrees

• reluctantly cooperates

• would go in meditative state sometimes just to avoid some questions

Thankyou for reading!

I tried to add them all in this one! But some of them are a little shorter than the others as I have no idea what they might do qwq

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