#blue eye samurai fic

[sixofbows]

Once again, I have brought my A24-ish writing to another fandom even though nobody asked

Stream:

[dearheartdont]

Link: only satisfied

Fandom: Blue Eye Samurai

Relationship: Mizu/Taigen

Additional Tags: Taigen POV, so he/him pronouns for Mizu currently, Explicit Sexual Content, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Abijah Fowler's canon typical rancid vibes, Period Typical Attitudes, Masturbation

Summary: Taigen tells Akemi he wishes to be happy, but he is unsure what that could mean.

After searching out Mizu, Taigen finds himself accompanying him on a ship heading for London.

“I will come with you to London,” Taigen says.

“I don’t need your help,” Mizu says.

“Our duel. What if you decide to stay there after your revenge is concluded?” Taigen says. He does not say, what if you die there?

Mizu’s face makes the expression of a man who has just stepped in fresh horse manure. “Unlikely.”

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

With great effort, Taigen reaches for Mizu. His hand is bruised, bloody, and missing fingernails. His flesh and blood and sinew reach through time and space, across the bedroll and toward the person he once encouraged to jump off a cliff. Mizu cringes in his sleep. Taigen uses another burst of energy to slowly rub his thumb across the other man’s knuckles. “You’re safe.”

Whumpcember Day 6: Nightmares

[lillymakesart]

like water | ch1

summary: instead of getting himself kidnapped, Taigen joins Mizu and Ringo on their way to Fowler's castle.

pairing: mizu x taigen (sorry)

tags: banter, taigen tells mizu to pick a struggle, taigen discover's mizu's secret, mizu can't catch a break, ringo is best boy champion for nth year in a row, some character shallow dives, it's about the journey not the destination

words: about 4k

[shebunie]

𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲— 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤!

𝗠𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻 𝗠𝗶𝘇𝘂 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝟭𝟴+, 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗱𝗼𝗺/𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝗱𝘆𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗽𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗽-𝗼𝗻 (𝗿! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴), 𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺𝘀, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿-𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴,𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟭.𝟳𝗸 𝐀/𝐍: 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘄

Apologies erupted from your lips, muffled by the sharp sting of another forceful slap. Your head bowed forward instinctively, seeking solace from the pain that radiated through your skin. Her fingers followed, working to alleviate the burn she had just inflicted.

"I’m sorry— fuck!" Your voice wavered as the yelp escaped, the desire for her attention overshadowing the discomfort. "Mizu, please. I'm sorry, I just wanted your attention."

"By being snarky?" Her words hung in the air, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. A brief respite came as her hand left your rear, but hope was short-lived as a more resounding 'smack' resonated through the room, eliciting a moan from deep within you.

Her hand swiftly seized the tender skin, tears streaming down your face. "So, you just wanted my attention, huh?" She scoffed, shaking her head with a slow, disapproving motion.

"I'm sorry, I just—" You began, cut off by her probing question.

"You just what?" she inquired, nudging you back into her grasp. A desperate whine escaped your lips, accompanied by pleas and begs, yet it seemed insufficient for her desires.

Another slap landed on your flushed skin, her laughter mingling with the sight of your trembling form. "Use your fucking words," she demanded, the intensity of her grip increasing. 

"I need you to touch me, please, please," you moaned, aware of the effect your pleading had on her. However, supplications dwindled as she continued to scoff, her nails embedding into the softness of my flesh.

“Not gonna touch this needy pussy till you’ve learnt your lesson, ‘kay?”

A nervous gulp escaped your lips, causing your concentration to slip away like sand through fingers. Your mind was a haze, unable to grasp a suitable response. Did you make a mistake? Should an apology be offered, or was this an unexpected form of praise? As you began to utter, "Mizu—," your words morphed into a melodic moan.

“Take it like the good whore you are.” Her voice commanded with a tone that held a mix of authority and desire.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned in, trailing kisses down your neck. A whimper escaped you, sensing the pressure of her leg sliding between yours and against your cunt. "You understand what I crave at this moment, don't you, baby?" Her words were met with a nod from you.

" ‘Course, you do. So, shut up and let me fuck you, alright?"

A moan escaped your lips as you nodded once more, a warmth building between your legs. Her voice, with its low and perilous tone, held a captivating allure. Despite the intensity, it only fueled the anticipation, leaving your underwear damp in response to her assertiveness.

Mizu assertively guides you onto the soft bed, settling on top. 

"You enjoy this?" Mizu teases, noticing your dampened panties. "Who are they for? Me?" A playful swat at your cunt causes your body to jolt, and a feeble whimper escapes your throat.

“You!”

“That’s what I thought.” With a menacing tone, she sneers, her breath laboured. As her slender and weathered fingers slip beneath the moisture-laden fabric of your panties, a surge of tension hangs in the air. The tips of her fingers effortlessly glide through the wetness, revealing an intensity that leaves you breathless.

The air hung heavy with tension as she whispered, "You're practically dripping, all because of my teasing, naughty girl." Her voice carried a husky tone as two of her fingers traced a path down to the aching desire between your thighs, unabashedly diving in without a moment's hesitation.

Her fingers curled with a mischievous grin, effortlessly discovering that sweet spot within you that left you practically entranced. "Craving my touch, hmm? Speak up, baby, no playing coy with me," she taunted.

She continued with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "You like this, don’t you? I can sense it – a naughty whore finding pleasure in my merciless ways. Am I right?" A sigh escaped your lips as Mizu’s fingers continued their relentless thrust, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.

Suddenly, she withdrew her appendages, bringing them to her lips, sensually sucking your essence off and savouring it on her tongue. Desperation filled your voice as you pleaded, "Mizu, please... just fuck me, please."

She looked at you, her gaze intense. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to knock you up?” You nodded eagerly.

“Yes,” you stammered, desire evident. “I want you to ruin me, don't hold back.”

She gracefully moved away, diverting her attention to retrieve something. The anticipation hung in the air as you waited for her next move.

Coming back, she fastened the strap around her hips, her gaze fixed on your sopping pussy, the slippery essence gathering on your thighs like tiny droplets. A low grunt escaped her as she eagerly anticipated the moment when you would cum on her dick.

The size was substantial, measuring about six inches, its hue a deep purple adorned with distinctive ridges and impressive girth.

She traced the tip delicately along the sensitive terrain, delivering a few sharp taps with the strap against your clit.

Then, with a sudden motion, she thrust the entire thing into your pussy until it nestled snugly.

A cry escaped you instantly. "Take it, pretty," she commanded with a grunt, forcefully plunging into you while her thumb playfully teased your bundle of nerves.

"Mizu!" you exclaimed with a sense of urgency. She had just started passionately connecting with you moments ago, and you found yourself on the brink of ecstasy in mere minutes.

She gently lifted your legs onto her shoulders, drawing herself closer to you. As she leaned down, a surge of pleasure enveloped you, reaching a profound depth that made you see stars.

With a sly grin, she encouraged you, "There we go, keep cumming; such a wild little slut." A playful swat at your clit made you gasp, the intensity nearly pushing you to the brink of ecstasy.

Abruptly, Mizu withdrew, swiftly flipping you onto your stomach. In a bold move, she thrust her hips, penetrating you deeply.

Her firm grip on the back of your hair added an element of dominance, pulling your head back to allow her whispered words to tease your ear. The room pulsated with the electrifying energy of passion and desire.

She uttered in a husky whisper, "I'll continue fucking you till the only thing etched in that little head of yours is my name, and nothing more. Understand?"

You couldn't help but let out a series of breathless moans. "Mizu, I'm... I'm..." Your words trailed off into incoherent whispers as another wave of pleasure washed over you.

A cascade of warmth flowed down the lifelike surface of the silicone shaft, tracing a path along your trembling thighs and staining the sheets beneath you.

In a taunting tone, she coos, "Your pussy’s taking such a beating, she's practically begging for my mercy."

"Imagine if this were my real cock. Wouldn't you love that? Wish I could just fuck a baby right in you, get you all round and swollen, yeah?" 

In the heat of passion, she whispered breathlessly, "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum on you, soak you completely— oh, God!" Her groans filled the room as she wet her boxers, the intensity of her pleasure evident.

Despite the waves of ecstasy, she persisted with her rhythmic thrusts.

Simultaneously, you found yourself on the brink of a third orgasm. Your thighs trembled, and you became a symphony of moans, entangled in the shared euphoria of the moment.

You couldn't help but cry out her name, the walls of the room seemingly closing in as desire surged through you. Your climax loomed, a wave of pleasure gathering in the depths of your lower stomach.

"Mizu!" you gasped, voice filled with ecstasy.

"That’s it, louder f’me. Tell me how much you enjoy the way I ruin this pussy. My pussy is that right? who’s cunt is this? yours or mine?"

"Yours!" you fervently declared, teetering on the edge, the struggle to contain your desire becoming more challenging with each passing second.

Your breath hitched, and you gasped, "I'm about to cum, oh, Mizu, Mizu—"

"Yeah? You ready to cum? Ready to cream my cock? Gonna be dripping for me?" you affirmed with a nod. "Of course you are. Now, be good for me and let me have it. Let go."

Your hands desperately sought something to hold onto as overwhelming sensations engulfed you, intensifying with every primal thrust into your tender, swollen cunt.

Overwhelmed, you pleaded, "It's too much! Please, Mizu!" Your thighs trembled with intensity, and you sensed another surge of wetness escaping from between your legs.

Finally grasping the situation, Mizu delicately withdrew the cum-covered strap from your pussy. Her hands glided tenderly over your quivering thighs, offering a soothing touch.

"Was that truly too much? I'm sorry, baby. I got carried away in the moment. M’sorry," she apologized, pulling you gently against her chest.

You took a deep breath, the air filling your lungs as you tried to calm the storm of sensations that still lingered. Mizu's embrace provided a sense of security, and her apologetic tone reassured you.

"It's just... intense," you admitted, your voice shaky. The room, dimly lit and filled with the aftermath of your shared passion, seemed to echo with the echoes of pleasure that still reverberated through your body.

Mizu tilted your chin up to the side over your shoulder, her eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of concern and desire. "I want every experience with you to be perfect. Tell me what you need."

A smile played on your lips as you reached for her hand, fingers intertwining. "Just a moment," you whispered, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours.

Together, you melted into the silence, the only sound the rhythmic beating of your hearts.

As the haze of ecstasy began to lift, Mizu traced circles on your back, her touch like a comforting melody that played in harmony with your heartbeat. "I never want to push you too far," she murmured, her lips brushing against your forehead. "But I also want you to experience everything you desire."

The vulnerability in her eyes mirrored your own, creating a bridge between your souls. You marvelled at the trust that had grown between you, a trust that allowed you to explore the depths of pleasure together.

Leaning back, you gazed into Mizu's eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. In that shared moment, the weight of the world lifted, leaving only the connection that bound you together.

"Let's take it slow," you suggested, a playful glint in your eye. Mizu chuckled, her fingers tracing a delicate path along your spine.

Mizu smiled warmly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely, my love. Your comfort is my priority."

[mihii-i]

I want your love, and I want your revenge.

Pairings: mizu x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, mild angst, trust issues initually, wlw, reference to older valentines day in 17th century britain, I have no fucking clue if they had months we have today in the edo period but I put it anyway, fluffy, mikio (yes he’s a trigger warning fuck that ho), mizu is kinda traumatized..(obviously), girls kissing oh no whatever shall we do, oh no girls makng out actually I know I’m so evil, not proofread.

A/N: valentines day special yippeee (I hate all the happy couples enjoying this fuckass holiday yes I’m salty /hj) anyway obviously this is based off of bad romance by lady gaga if you didn’t know that im..worried. jk no judgement but I lowkey am judging 🕯️

Devoid.

Every drop of the love she had received washed away in the tempestuous hate of the ocean, swallowing up any semblance of adoration once claimed as her own. Any happiness that crept into Mizu’s life sank its fangs of euphoria into her heart, a sickening illusion that made her believe she was truly happy, before it subsided to give way to the nauseous poison of betrayal, jabbing into her over and over like the stab of a naginata.

The distasteful agony resided in her tongue for all it was worth whenever she found herself basking in even the most minute sense of comfort, an uneasy twinge of caution bubbling up within her chest whenever she drooped herself into the snug warmth of your arms. Of course, knowing about her dreaded late husband, you made it a priority to firmly assert how she deserved to be treated, frequently showering the warrior in adoration and tender gestures ghosted along her calloused skin. Night after night, uneven breaths racked the initially silent atmosphere, followed by a drilling shiver vibrating against your body flush to hers.

It wasn’t uncommon for Mizu to have nightmares. Clearly she was uneasy of her situation several times, even sinking into your grasp in an attempt to seek comfort never alleviated the fear plaguing her mind, along with Mikio’s old words gnawing at the confines of her skull like a curse cast upon her.

You are a monster.

Mizu wished she could just cut them out with her blade as quickly as she cuts down her enemies, a single slash wiping out any of her worries or problems that wreck her from the inside out. Yet she couldn’t help that uneasy feeling that killed her inside that partnered with the gentle fuzzy feeling, which couldn’t go unnoticed without its violent, tempestuous storm as an acquaintance.

She couldn’t help but feel awful at the anxious feeling twisting in a knot in her belly whenever you showered her with your love—you cared so much, yet she couldn’t bring herself to give in and trust you fully, not after she had been broken once, soul shattered across the floor in striking shards. Despite the swirling confliction nagging at her, Mizu felt…confused. She wanted to push you away, she didn’t think she was ready for love. She didn’t know if she ever would be again, despite engraving her mark on you as her girlfriend.

At the same time, your touch was a lifeline of sorts to her, the only ground to grip onto without descending into madness throughout the course of her grueling quest of revenge. So many emotions assaulted her at once, leaving her in a flurry of confusion within the bloodlust that initially drove her to this path of contempt. Mizu couldn’t help but want everything from you, even though her feelings scrambled and clashed with one another in confusion, like the familar scrape and clashed of metal against one another which she recalled from being a swordsmith’s apprentice under Eiji.

On one hand, she wanted to push you away for the sake of her goal, she couldn’t afford to be consumed by the lies of love again, could she? On the other, she desired to merge her heart with yours as the familar sensation of joy crashed over her like a tidal wave with you.

She wanted your ugly, and your disease.

She wanted your drama, and the touch of your hand.

“Mizu..?”

“Hm?”

Mizu’s head perked up as her name slipped off your tongue, sky blue eyes fixed on your features as her thick eyebrows crowned the heavy lidded eyes decorated with stress lines slanting from her nose down. Her tall frame lay huddled within your grasp, head gently lifting off the ridges of the tatami mat as the cool air batted against the thin walls, enough to feel the frost chipping away at the little warmth fostered in the room you two lay in. Honestly, it wasn’t an inn, so you were skeptical as to how it could be safe, yet your girlfriend insisted that it was secluded, as well as comfortable to lay in for a bit.

Eyes drifting to the thin sheet of paper splayed along the floorboards, you glanced curiously at the tattered golden sheet with a few strokes and splotches of ink dotted onto it, only seeing the bold black strokes of the date imprinted onto it.

February 14th, 1657.

Still winter. Spring should be coming soon.

You turned over to the quiet woman snuggled up to your side, relaxing your active sights upon seeing her wide eyed and blanked out. Poor samurai was practically traumatized from the shit she’s been through, and you don’t blame her one bit. Always, you tried your best to keep Mizu comfortable around you, not pushing her to do anything and squeezing her in a lowly attempt to even try and heal any of the lifelong wounds that were carved into her both physically and mentally.

Recalling a small rumor you overheard, your shoulder gently rubbed along Mizu’s to catch her attention with a little nudge, to which you succeeded, watching deadpan eyes flicker over to you.

“Hey, you know that in Britain, they have this thing today where they exchange letters to people they care about.” You remarked, earning a scoff from Mizu as she dug her nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

“Why should we care about what they do?”

You blinked, shrinking back a bit out of guilt.

Right, you almost forgot the source of her disdain. The very part of herself she hated.

Yet you couldn’t see the problem, you loved every part of her, monstrous or not.

“Please? It seems like a sweet way to show love.”

Mizu only breathed out an exasperated sigh in response, seemingly tightening her grasp onto the lapels of your shirt almost desperately. It continued to eat away at her. Scrambling drags of her thoughts similar to that of a brush forcefully twisted into a paper, seeping through into a small hole from the unbearable pressure of the ink bleeding through from the opposing nature clawing at her once more.

Perhaps her decision could have been definite from the way she adored these little moments of yours, irises clouding with a softened hint of fondness for your quirks and habits whenever you lay beside her like this. Despite the words repeating over and over, the definite decision of her love for you still upheld a barrier that Mizu feared for, especially concerning your precious life she even subconsciously nurtured in her palms to keep safe.

Countless enemies tailed her back, and she was aware. She always knew this risk would circle around to lunge back at her, yet she never expected your presence to serve as the only fleeting light that held her together. The only person that grasped her hand tightly in her sleep to keep her safe in the mental vulnerability she faced in her unguarded state where she lay.

You were a new priority for her, one she swears to protect now, even at the risk of deserting her goal.

Yet you were a criminal as long as you were hers.

The dimly lit atmosphere casted a gentle glow against both of your bodies pressed against each others, the little dances of orange from the wavering candle illuminating Mizu’s sharp complexion. A smile stretched your lips as you brushed the little stray strand dangling from her hairline out of the way to fix your gaze onto her own, those gorgeous blue eyes locking onto yours like a hunter. What you felt for Mizu only reminded you of those exaggerated plays that emphasized so heavily on the beauty of love, despite even a scrap of said emotion being nothing but a far fetched dream in the demeaning society that you resided within.

However, who else could kiss away any worry you had and engulf you in the protective embrace of tender love? Perhaps the plays weren’t so exaggerated, and simply a rare find that not many had the fortune of stumbling upon. And you had in fact, struck gold when you folded yourself in Mizu’s embrace.

Silence accompanied by heavy breathing lingered within the atmosphere as you couldn’t brush off Mizu’s body pressed achingly close to yours, the gentle fans of warm air colliding against the skin of your throat as a breathy exhale of contentment spilled out of you. Hand circling her waist, you brushed along the topknot that bundled her hair up neatly, harping your pointer finger along the dark strands as she hummed in contentmet against your throat in a sequence of gentle vibrations coursing against your skin.

“Mizu..you know I love you right?”

Despite the countless times you’ve said it, she never took it seriously. You were gonna leave just like Mikio did, right? But her breath hitched at the velvety words sliding so naturally from your tongue once more. Something felt..different this time. It could be the fact that she was unusually close to you, or far more desperate for your comfort than usual as she sought your touch like a woman starved.

Mizu drew in a quick breath, before following up with a nod, her thumb rubbing in gentle circles along your torso and waist where her arms were quickly draped, opening her mouth to finally speak.

“I..think I love you too. (Name).”

She paused briefly, before continuing in a now more wobbly voice, partially from her exhaustion.

“But..I hope you know I’m on the path of revenge. Being with me isn’t a safe option, so are you sure you want to love me..?”

With that sweet glare of adoration pierching her own eyes, your hand smoothed along her skin, dragging against her cheek as you pressed your palm against the bone. Parting your lips slightly, you delved in to hover your enticing emotion over hers, waiting for any response and prepared to back away at any moment in the scenario that this isn’t what she wanted. But alas, that thought brushed away once Mizu’s nose bumped against yours when she leaned in, gesturing you to kiss her. To which you did.

Lips fitted against hers snugly, you swallowed up her mouth shoved to yours sloppily as she savored the intensity of the kiss moistening the chapped ridges of her bottom lip. Mizu carefully adjusted to the feeling that felt unfamilar—likely from the fact that she hadn’t done it in a while. Strangely, it felt..better with you, compared to him. The softer intakes of breath, the sweet gasps that left your lips, alongside the lack of rough energy Mikio had when he kissed her serving as a far more pleasant experience in this moment where she made out with you.

No, forget about him. Mizu just wanted to think about you right now, her mind flitting to the burning heat of the current passion swallowing you two in a breathless entanglement. Fuck, she loved you so much. It shouldn’t have taken so long to come to that conclusion as she pulled back, eyes hazy as she stared over your glossed lips.

But..her revenge would maybe drive you away..?

And as if you read her mind, you planted another kiss atop her nose, sweeping away the worries that clouded her mind so effortlessly as you whispered near her ear.

“I want your love, and I want your revenge.”

A/N: OKAY IM A LITTLE SICK RN AND MY THROAT SUCKS BOOTYCHEEKS SOOO IM SORRY I POSTED THIS SO LATE VALENTINES DAY MAY BE OVER FOR SOME OF YALL.

BUT ALSO I WAS PLANNING ON MAKING A PART 2 ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER THIS AND ITS PLANNED TO BE NSFW BUT I WILL ONLY POST IT IF YALL ARE OKAY WITH A VALENTINES AIMED FIC AFTER VALENTINES DAY.

If that’s what yall want it’ll likely be out by tmrw

anyway I will never not brag about this shirt yippee I love my wife mizu

[haydardotjpg]

The elegant silks wrapped around her [...] had its dye freshly intact; brilliant blues that faded into soft shades of orange and peach with a matching obi, the long swinging sleeves embroidered and painted with intricate patterns of wisterias dangling over pairs of mandarin ducks swimming on a stream.

Mizu in a furisode, based on a scene from Chapter 7 of my post-canon slowburn Taimizu fic, A New Ember.

[hauntingofhouses]

they literally got rid of her eye bags and under-eye dark circles and made her cheeks fuller and more flushed along with her letting her hair down... to show how happy she was on the farm...

[emybunart]

I was sad, so I started a super feel-good fic about Mizu finding a little girl in London who is also Japanese/European. The girl (Aiko) instantly becomes attached to Mizu as she's the only person she's seen "like her" in a long time. And so Mizu ends up accidentally adopting her.

[sophswritingthings]

what if a mizu x fem reader who’s her childhood crush? fem reader is like master eiji’s granddaughter or a child who was raised by him/visits him often. mizu sees her around often as a child and falls for her. years later, reader saves mizu and is like “miss me?” and Mizu’s first instinct is to tackle them into a tight hug

pairing: mixu x fem!childhoodcrush!reader

warning(s): the usual, y'know, swearing

a/n: I know I have others who put in a request before this, but I HAVE TO INDULGE RQ THEN I'LL GET BACK TO IT. this is so cute anon

summary: mizu hadn't grown up around people; she wasn't ever allowed outside. that was until she found the sword father, and stayed with him. she meets you, a pretty young girl her age, who happens to be his granddaughter. she falls for you--and years later--when she sees you again.. all of those feelings begin to resurface.

word count: 950 words / 5,010 characters

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mizu stopped in her tracks, holding a large pair of long iron tongs in her small hands. she saw you, her heart beginning to pound in her chest. a pretty young lady, about her age.

what would a girl such as yourself want to do with sword father?

she cleared her throat.

"hello," you murmur to her. you'd never seen her before; and those eyes... blue as the water. "who is this.. grandfather?"

you turn to your grandfather. he holds up a hand, gesturing for you to silence. he than gestures for mizu to hand him the tongs, in which, she does.

your grandfather doesn't answer you, so you take to a different approach. just ask her directly.

"who are you?" you murmur, "and what is your name?"

she clears her throat again, coughing a little before she spoke. so awkward, and for what?

"mizu," she replied rather quietly. “I-I’m.. staying here. with your um, grandfather.”

you chuckle at her awkward tone. you smile at her, offering your hand for her to shake. you were a little taller than her.

she grabbed your hand, shaking it softly.

from then on; you had visited every so often, when your mother would allow it. you two got along like two peas in a pod; you were best friends.

and every time mizu saw you, she swore you got more beautiful.

that was until she had gone. one day when you had come to visit; the girl had disappeared into the wind. your grandfather had told you that she had disappeared on a quest.

and you never saw her again.

that was until now.

you were settled outside your home, knitting and watching the people go by along the cobbled streets.

someone of… interest, caught your eye.

the minute you saw them; you knew exactly who it was.

mizu.

your first instinct was to call out to her; but it seemed that wasn’t exactly possible right now. she was being chased, a sword attached to her hip.

you couldn’t just sit here, right? no, you couldn’t. you leapt to your feet, throwing yourself between the now seemingly samurai mizu, and the one chasing her.

“leave them go,” you hiss.

“move, girl,” he grumbles back, looking up at mizu than down at you. “he’s killed half my men!”

“and I’m sure he had a good reason to,” you glance at mizu over your shoulder, smiling softly. “head off and leave us be now. whatever business you have to settle with him, you can settle in a honorable matter like men.”

the man groaned, glaring at mizu as he stomped off.

you turned to mizu with a bright, bright smile.

“miss me?”

you giggle, gazing up at her. god she'd gotten tall; you used to be taller than her, now she was probably a foot taller than you!

she says nothing.

a gentle smile spreads across her lips, and she tackles you into a tight hug.

you laugh, rolling onto the snowy cobblestone ground with the woman. your blushing a little, seeing as she’s now sitting on top of you, gazing up at her.

“I suppose you did, than!” you laugh.

she sits you up, nuzzling into your neck.

“I did. I really did.”

you were beautiful as ever. maybe even more beautiful than the last she had seen of you. a proper woman, one of she was not, but that didn’t matter. she was happy to see you after all this time. and you had saved her, no less.

“so.. what are you up to, now?” you gesture her up and down, “a samurai, are you? I thought you would be married by now..”

that made her flinch, seeing as she was once married, and the son of a bitch turned her in. and she may or may not have killed him.

she wasn’t going to tell you that, though, because you'd certainly call her stupid if she did.

her sights had changed, certainly.

“I am a samurai, yes,” she replied, glancing away.

“and what brings you back around here, hm?” you annunciate the hm, smiling as she helps you to your feet, holding her hat under her arm.

“a quest. my vow.”

her vow. yes, you thought she'd told you about that.

“I didn’t think you would still live here.” she replies. a woman as beautiful as you had to be married off, right?

“I am waiting for my father to find me a match,” you roll your eyes. “not that I want him to.”

she cocked her head. so you weren’t married. and for some reason, now she was blushing, thoughts swarming her mind.

maybe she could be that match—

no. mizu, no.

you wouldn’t think of it. you looked at her as a friend, a childhood friend you hadn’t seen in years.

“under.. understood,” she whispers.

if you were being honest with yourself, you'd always had a little crush on mizu. and looking at her now, the strength she simply admitted from her, those good looks. those eyes.

your father would never allow it. but who cared what he wanted?

“are you going to visit? eiji, I mean.” you murmur. “I-I could accompany you, if you are.”

“ah, right—“ she stops herself as she hears you offer to come with her, “you could if you want to.”

“yes. yes, I’d like that.” you nod, beginning to walk side by side with her. you gently brushed her hand, giving her a small smile.

it made her heart pound in her damn chest. it told her something, maybe you wanted to explore this. you had obviously noticed it on her face.

she clasped your hand as you walked.

she wanted to explore it, too.

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a/n: mizu and a childhood crush is always my favorite <333

[sixofbows]

Writing some good Mizu x Taigen smut cause I feel like it's real barren out there in that category

[nerujikam]

Coincidence? I think not.

Modern!AU | mizu x fem!reader

tags fluff, meet cute(?), drabble, mentions of other characters

words around 400

a/n is this my first fic here? anyways, a little warning this was a complete brainfart. its 3 am and i typed this on my notes app so, obv not beta proofed. related to this btw? will crosspost this to ao3 later!!

a/n crossposted on my ao3 here!

"Oh, sorry."

You looked up to where the voice was coming from. A tall raven haired woman clad in a cropped checkered knit in a blazer, sleeves folded up to her elbow. Her hair was put in a tight bun, strands of hair falling on her face, looking down on you after barging the kitchen.

Looks... familiar.

You were in the midst of getting out a plain cake for the host's, Akemi's, birthday today. With the people coming in on the dining room and living room, Akemi had to greet them leaving the counter a mess prior from cooking a big meal. Hence you squatting down to the floor and make shift the cake box as a cake stand.

"No problem. Sorry, I was..."

"For Akemi?" she cut, pointing at the cake on the floor.

You nodded, "Yeah, it's a surprise. She doesn't know," you stood up to free some space from the mess on the counter.

She walked up towards you, "I'll help you with those,"

You mutter a small thanks, reaching down to the cake carefully before finally placing it on the counter.

"Thanks so much, um...?"

"Mizu,"

You mentioned back your name,

"Nice meeting you," you shook her hand, calloused, "I think we were in the same class?" you wondered.

"You think so, too?"

"Uh-huh, Research Method?"

"Right." Mizu nodded.

Ah, that’s where...

As you cut open the piping bag to decorate the cake, you took a glance outside the kitchen, checking who else is already here. Ringo and Taigen who came in moments ago after you, setting up the dishes they brought on the dining table. An older woman and a bunch of girls piling up with Akemi in the living room, catching up with her. All that’s left were her boyfriend (who planned this surprise cake) and a few of your friends.

Amidst that, one thing amusing catches your eyes. You scanned through one more time before looking back at Mizu to check. She was in the middle of tidying up dishes. You let out a chuckle.

"What's up?" Mizu questioned upon your amusement. You gave her a second glance before continuing squeezing down the decorative whipped cream,

"I think we're the only ones in a tartan tonight," you smiled at the tiny coincidence. Silly, you thought.

Mizu looked down on her own top. Light brown knit with a subtle checkered pattern under her blazers. She averts her stare to your brown skirt, also checkered. You stared at Mizu checking you up as her eyes trailed up, finally locked eyes with you. You were lost under her blue irises for a moment, forgetting the whipped cream in your hands. You felt your heart stammering before quickly letting out an awkward giggle, going back to work on your cake.

The same blue eyes lingered on you for a little more while.

***

iM so crazy for her. crazy? i was crazy once.

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

There are a lot of people that Mizu wouldn’t normally open his door for in the early hours of the morning. Taigen is one of them. “Sorry,” slips out of Taigen's mouth, mustered in a whimper of a breath. Backlit against the streetlights and the glow of the moon, the other man is pale as death. He’s got sweat beaded on his brow and blood gushing from his nose. One of his arms wrapped around his middle, clutching his ribs as he leans fully on Mizu’s doorway. And then, he collapses.

Whumpcember Day 23: Nosebleed Whumpcember Day 26: Collapse

[kidicaruslover911]

blue eye samurai actors AU headcanons ft reader

tw: none except for the mention of M*k*o, not proofread, pitiful attempt at being humorous at 1 in the morning

a/n: i snuck a few references in here onto the bes cast, see if you can find them!! let’s just pretend you got akemi’s role. plus i did this on a whim please do not crucify me if i got certain details things wrong about the acting domain😔🙏 I MISS MY WIFE OH MY GAWWWD anyway, ENJOY!

Interviewer: Who are you?

Taigen: “Man, I be that pretty motherfucker man…”

Interviewer: “Taigen?”

Taigen *smug ass smile while nodding in agreement*: “Yessir”

Interviewer: “Tokunobu?”

Taigen*nods again*: “Yessir”

Madame Kaji *was probably told some bizarre joke by Fowler a second ago and let’s out the loudest laugh ever while covering her mouth*: “OH GOD- *keeps on laughing* I am uhm.. I’m Madame Kaji!”

Ringo: “Who are you-” *cackles like a witch*

Interviewer: “You’re Ringo?”

Ringo *stops abruptly*: “yeah, I’m Ringo yeah”

Interviewer: Who are you?

You: “My name is Beyoncé- Nah I’m just playing. It’s Y/N, I act and I sing and I Love reading fanfiction and I do stuff and stuff!”

Interviewer: And who are you?

Mizu: “I’m…Mizu…*awkward silence* the vengeful and badass samurai, yeah that’s me.”

Interviewer turns the mic towards a certain redhead.

Fowler: “Uhm Ed…I’m Ed today.”

- Originally you had simply accompanied a friend who absolutely wanted the role of ‘Akemi’ to an audition

- You had a vague idea of what the plot of the series was and either way it wasn’t like you were that much interested in acting

- But from your looks, mannerisms and personality as soon as you had walked in the directors almost immediately insisted on having you play the script (with no experience might i add) out to them and decided you'd make a perfect princess

- Yeah very odd but just like that you ended up getting casted for an upcoming Netflix series‼️

- You didn't waste a second to tell your girlfriend about this series and how they were still looking for the mc

- They were looking for an androgynous wasian female, at least least 5’7ft (170cm) tall, a good voice range, somewhat athletic and some sort of basic knowledge in martial arts.

- No prior acting skills needed, which was quite a gamble tbh

- Because of the amount of people that wanted the role, a face to face audition was not possible

- And what do you know?

-You absolutely suggested her as the mc, it was literally her

-Same name too I mean seriously-

- Girly did NOT want to send in that audition tape, you practically had to beg her to do it, because you just knew she’d rock

-She was happy for you but the whole revenge thing simply didn't ring anything within her

- Kind of felt as if you were putting way too much faith in her

- Took you weeks of convincing and even when she did send in the audition video it was on the last day like 30 minutes before the deadline😭

- Did the audition with zero intentions of getting casted, literally just read the script with her attitude and ran with it

- Expected everything but a positive feedback and it was only when she found out that the directors loved it that she sort of decided to take this acting stuff seriously.

- And since you were going to be there as well, she guessed that it wouldn't be all that much of a drag

- The two of you started journaling but from the pov of your character, researching about Edo Japan and you’d read each others thoughts from time to time and try to explain your understanding of your characters feelings to one another

- Both of you had too loose some weight and locked into the gym like never before

- It’s not like any of you were professional actors either way so,

- Mizu was very open to criticism and eager to learn

-and she learned fast too

-also pretty easy to be around.

- Kept looking for ways to better her acting and Fowler sort of became her mentor in that domain

-She quickly surpassed his expectations ngl

- That was genuine fear btw he later joked about how he almost pissed his pants at her performance

- Says he can’t wait to see her in more shows and different genres!

-Although Mizu wanted to take a well deserved break after BES

- At some point your girlfriend decided to rent a one room apartment and go into solitary confinement to fully concentrate on her role as Mizu, the self loathing samurai

- Method acting!

- Swordfather and Fowler were long friends before the BES

- You and Ringo literally became cousins the second you met on set, the two of you had a signature greeting and everything 🤎

- The directors were NOT playing when it came to the minuscule details such as the accuracy of either your walk or how you bowed, how you held your head, how you ate-

- Months and months of training, especially for both you and Mizu, five days a week, 3-4 hours fighting choreography hammered into her skull and it showed

- Which resulted in her being able to do a good 70% of her stunts

- Dislocated her left shoulder and almost broke her rib in this scene

- It freaked the shit out of you and they had to stop filming for a few days. Mizu had to spend a full week reassuring you that she was still alive and breathing and doing well

-The stunt in question didn't make it any easier to believe

- Claimed it was ‘just a funny bone’💀

- Months and months of training and practicing japanese edo period courtesy for you, five days a week, 3-5 hours of walking like a princess, dancing, talking, studying renga, Ikebana and many more Japanese arts from that period of time, getting used to them heavy robes on you, THE HAIR AND PINS

- You could NOT lay down with these traditional hairstyles, you’d have professionals do it once a week and they’d expect you to keep it for that full week

- Your head felt heavy af

- You had to sleep on a takamakura (small elevated wooden pillow) to not mess up your hair which helped immerse yourself even more into your role

- They had literal specialists of the period to show you how it goes, kimono’s that hadn’t seen the light of day in centuries where whipped out to be replicated for your measurements specifically

- It was a lot

- But it all paid off in the end!

- Your girlfriend would forget to tune back her voice even after filming, you never bothered to mention it though

-Her low voice stayed even weeks after the shooting of the series but you didn’t mind it at all🙏

-It was like hearing her morning voice 24/7 lmaooo

- In this scene Mizu accidentaly struck the training sword way to high up in between that man’s legs and crushed his nuts real bad.

- Spent the entire week apologizing and looking after the guy for the rest of the filming

- Ringo sort of got adopted by you and Mizu on set and kept having mini panic attacks whenever Mizu executed her stunts 😭

- She had the two of you in a chokehold.

- The scene where Ringo unintentionally asks Mizu how two girls in a brothel could work was genuine and not scripted and both you and Mizu had fight for your lives to stay in character

-After filming the scene where Mizu lets the guards take you away the whole set jokingly kept calling it your character's 'breakup scene'

- Swordfather is Ringo’s real life dad!!

- Mizu’s a natural at improvising comebacks, mainly because she couldn't get a hang of quite a few lines but that didn't stop people from being baffled by her quickness.

- Like, she just makes stuff up and it works

- "…it's trash", “Should I’ve been counting?” and "I like your hair" were one of the many lines that were not scripted but they still kept it in.

- Mizu's reaction in the scene where she sees you in that carriage for the very first time in the series was very much real

- like she was NOT prepared.

- jaws on the floor and everything, that afternoon the directors had made sure she hadn't caught as much as a glimpse of you in the robes and makeup on set to get the most authentic reaction possible and it WORKED.

- The script only said "stares curiously" but her longing ass made it 100 times better HAHHAHAA

- no but really she was admiring the view and Fowler claimed that it almost looked like she was about to chase that carriage

-genuinely could not take her eyes off of you in general but with you role as the princess it became 50 times worse

-could not stop complimenting you and if it weren't for her character she would've gotten all the more touchier

- Even if Taigen was supposed to be your lover you couldn’t even remotely stand him as a character but formed a good friendship with him on set

-He was actually getting engaged irl!!

- You could NOT keep a straight face after saying the fish line “I’d marry you even if you were the son of a poor fish” with Taigen and kept on bursting out laughing, you didn’t know why you found it so funny

- The sex scene with him was…something 💀🙏🙏

- He kept asking you and Mizu if he had both yalls approval

-Very mindful

- The directors couldn't really bring in a double for this...

- It’s not like y’all were fucking for real and there wasn’t much passion between you and him either way

- And you weren’t truly naked either to so it was just very bland and you didn’t really know what to think of it

- The scene that followed had to be shot a good 15 times because of how awkward the whole situation was…you could NOT keep a straight face, they ended up making the scene shorter than it was supposed to be

-The fact that you had to act as a seductress of men the more the story went on was super strange to you at first but you sort of got over it (you never really liked it tbh)

- Mizu accidentally kept hitting Taigen too hard during the chopstick fight😭

- Which was also his fault because in the beginning she actually tried to avoid hurting him seriously but Taigen really just screamed

- "COME AT ME FOR FUCKS SAKE. I want to kill you, BE ANGRY, BE COCKY. Show me what you can do, show me that you’re better than me!!”

- It made her act more intensely

- Accidentally knocked Taigen out for real with the broken blade

- Taigen jokingly kept apologizing to you when they shot that scene where he beats the crap out of Mizu after the chopstick fight because he knows how little you like the character he plays

- Fowler kept making gay bed chem jokes with Heiji and bro was a victim💀🙏

Ringo is probably taking a video of the scenery's set from the Edo castle until the camera falls onto a casually eating and conversating Heiji and Fowler

They're just standing there with coffee and a bagel. It's break time.

But the moment the smartphone's lens captures the duo, this huge redhead smirks and grasps yet another chance to embarrass his poor colleague.

Fowler with an arm swung around Heiji: "Me and Heiji cuddle and watch Smack DVD" :333

You can hear Ringo holding back a snort behind the phone before almost immediately wheezing at the thought. The camera shakes slightly from it.

Heiji (this was probably this man's last straw) *deadpans and stares into the cameraman's soul*: "| don't cuddle-*

You *peeking in from the corner of the screen*: "He be licking this guy's hair like 'UGHHH😝’

You lean into Heiji's personal space with the demonstration while humoring Fowler and simultaneously having him crack the loudest cackle ever.

Heiji shaking his head at you *he's about to end it all*: "I don't- I don't do that. That's not true-"

You stop him midway of his excuses in a 'and i'm going to hold your hand when I say this' type of way:

"I know you don't do that-"

Fowler plops up between the two of you with a grinch smile, a hand on both of your shoulders and he really looks like he's trying to rizz up the camera man😭:

“I do that.”

Ringo, Fowler’s and your own laugh could be heard throughout the entire set and Heiji could only pinch his brows in visible defeat, the video ends there.

- Fowler was probably one of the the nicest men you’d ever met, very supportive and kind and even if you had zero scenes with him, you still hung around him a lot

- great life coach!

- Biggest fan of older Disney movies and Tom and Jerry, and I mean like the 1940s - 1980s cartoons

- Made you feel super safe at first but when you saw him in his element he did scare the shit out of you sometimes

- A proud you x mizu shipper too

- Has tons of pictures of the two of you sleeping in on each others shoulders on set, goofing around, videos of you reciting your lines to each other...

- His favorite is by far the one after the thousand claw army scene was shot, where you have an arm around her shoulder, leaning into her face while staring at the camera and flashing a peace sign next to her cheek. You were also pressing a kiss on it. There is a trail of fake blood trailing across your face and Mizu’s clothing seems ruined with filth

- Your girlfriend has her own arm snuck around your waist, her other hand is holding her naginata/sword, face painted in fake blood as well while rolling her eyes with a soft smile.

- Y’all managed to look silly while barely surviving a hundred men’s attack😭🙏

- He printed it out and signed it ‘disaster lesbians <3”

- Fowler affectionately calls the two of you ‘Boney and Clyde’ 💀🤎

-Mizu wearing Taigen's scarf lowkey made you jealous even if you had to admit that it suited her so well

- You were highkey fangirling when you first got to meet Madame Kaji's actress face to face like...Mulan's VA fr??? The legend?

- Also just look at the woman, absolutely stunning.

- She thought that you were the cutest and you two couldn't wait to get your scenes together

- This lady helped you boost your confidence in your acting

- Madame Kaji was quite literally everyone's mom/idol on set

- literally such a diva but still very humble

- Chainsmoker but surprisingly doesn't smell, or at least not in an unpleasant way

- She makes the best tiramisu

- Kept soft parenting everyone

-Ringo and Kaji had already known each other irl and they were ALWAYS on smoking breaks together although he doesn't smoke

- Both him and Fowler deeply respect her and her work

- These two (Kaji and Fowler) were gossip and wine aunts trust.

-Ringo once ate Oreos on set but in the way where you separate the two biscuits and nibble on the filling first and then you eat the rest.

-That's when you realized he really was your brother from another mother

-Heiji kept saying that this is sacrilege‼️

- The scene where you drugged Mizu's cup and she's playing stupid while trashtalking Taigen was a challenge for you, they had to redo 7 takes because you kept forgetting that you were supposed to hate her and she was your target to kill it was ridiculous 😭

*Mizu almost drinks the sake*

“Hot”

“Where I’m from that’s how the men prefer it.” *you clear your throat*

*Long awkward silence where Mizu has to hold back a smile*

“And I’d also prefer not to be so nuts to that damn line I cannot remember it- And stop looking at me like that” 💀

Your line was “Kyoto”🙏🙏

CUT!!!

-You absolutely wanted to lunge at her but for all the wrong reasons..

- And Mizu's smug ass was not helping, she genuinely couldn't stop laughing and teasing you after the final take.

- You also had no idea Mizu was supposed to straddle you-

- Another thing that wasn’t scripted.

- On your script it only said that she'd pin you to the ground which was already a lot to handle in the first place,

- but you were really good at staying in character and since you were genuinely struggling and putting up such a fight against her, Mizu just decided to full on straddle you, yup

- And when she leaned down,

QUIET ON SET!

ROLL SOUND!

ROLL CAMERA!

bes scene #254 take 1

ACTION!!

*you almost die when you feel her hips press down on you*

- "You think I don't remember you? Princess Akemi of the Tokunobu clan. You drugged my cup"

-"I wish it was poison"

- That's when Fowler whisper screams "ok now KISS!!!" off camera and the entire set had to hold it in, like there was so much tension between the two of you even the directors had to let out a little laugh.

-They had to cut it out

"A fucking brat." 'Mizu your line was 'I see why he likes you. You're just like Taigen when we were children. Pathetic'

- They still kept her own version.

- It definitely made you feel some type of way.

- Mizu could not stop crying for like a solid 30 minutes after shooting the scene where she kills Kinuyo, somehow it felt way too personal

- You had to hold her that entire night too

- Almost threw up when she had to make it look like an accident even though she knew that everyone was doing well

- There were also moments where people just couldn’t speak with her beforehand or else she would break character, for example the scene where M*k*o betrays her...she asked to be left alone for a good 30 minutes before filming it, that's how committed she ended up being to her role

-The chest bindings...(!!!)

-Her performance made you so proud- like you knew she would be amazing but it also had you very worried about her mental state

- Definitely sought therapy after shooting the series, her character had forced her to go into deep dark places in order to act out the female rage parts the best she could and it showed

- In this scene your very first reaction was the realest ever

bes scene #401 take 1

ACTION!

“Rabbit liver in a velouté of what now?” 😭😭😭

CUT!!

- You knew about this beforehand of course but still

- One of the interesting things was the period accurate food and how much they tried to stay true to the recipes.

- Like reading about it and then seeing and smelling it irl are two different things

- Instead of horse semen they did end up using egg white

- The rabbit liver was rabbit liver tho

- First bite almost made you choke by instinct but you swallowed it anyway

- Ouhhhh they were trying you which made you even better at forcing you to stay in character, because that’s exactly what the princess is going through. She can't afford to mess up

- The scent was everything but appealing but lucky you they replaced what was supposed to be pig blood with very dark grape juice, not that it really helped but that was one less horrible thing

- You were supposed to take one bite only, a once in a lifetime experience!

you almost died and had to reshoot 4 times because you kept gagging

another blooper-

"Many famous samurai prefer the stamen to the pistil"

-So what happened here was that miss Mizu had once again forgotten her line and instantly replied “I’m not gay.” to Madame Kaji’s advances 💀

- So Madame Kaji just played along

“You’re not?” *visibly confused, like 'huh🤨'??*

“No….I mean not like that-“ *side eyes the camera*

“A lot of lying today-” *she's now smirking*

“I have a partner of my own” *The girl already messed up the scene so it doesn't really matter what she says next*

"Then it appears that the gentleman might simply prefer the petal against... another petal" *Mizu immediately whips her head at the woman with a cocked brow (she's trying to stay in character so bad, but she's also simply speechless) who cannot contain her amusement any further and laughs brightly*

CUT!!

-Another personal headcanon I have is that Lady Itoh and Madame Kaji knew each other irl and had a short affair-

I should sleep!

If you also miss our vengeful, silly and murderous blue eyed queen then you should defintely read my fanfiction on ao3!

The Damsel of Devastation Masterlist

alright seriously now.

I should sleep.

[marsconer]

the traveler: he’s probably thinking about murder or smt

mizu internally: she likes a boy, she likes a boy, she likes a boy, she likes a boy, she likes a boy. and i’m not a boy, i’m not a boy, im not a boy, im not a boy, im not a boy, im not a boy