#for them Mizu is the tie

[mankillercalledbunny]

The parallels btwn sex and violence in BES are so fucking interesting they're so narratively tangled it's FASCINATING

[unoislazy]

Your Touch

Mizu x Reader

Summary: Mizu is touchstarved. That’s it, that’s the entire thing.

A/n: Next story will hopefully be “Caged Bird” part 3, then I will finally post one of the asks that I took an interest in.

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You looked at Mizu, her dark hair pulled up into the high bun it was always in. The loose curl that she always kept out no matter what the occasion, lightly bounced as she walked by, focused on whatever task she had to finish.

You watched and looked on with curiosity, you wondered if she had ever done a different hairstyle on her hair before. You thought a braid might compliment her features, or even half up, you had many ideas and suddenly you were determined to try them.

Well that would require Mizu’s permission first.

“Hey Mizu.” You began, drawing out each syllable of her name to quickly pass on the hint that what you were going to say wasn’t serious.

She paused for a moment, putting down a large box and wiping her brow before looking at you. Her eyebrow rose ever so slightly, her curiosity was piqued despite her not saying a word.

“Have you ever worn your hair differently?” You asked. She simply stared at you for a moment before shrugging,

“A few different times. I just can't really afford to when I’m doing ‘samurai’ things.” She said in air quotes. She never enjoyed calling herself a samurai, for one thing most of the time she purely acted out of the name of revenge not honor. Another, she’s a woman.

Personally, you didn’t really care about the rules of a samurai, you respected them and their ambition but the ones you had met in the past were more focused on their honor over anything else. It had only hit you when you had met Taigen, he was so obsessed with reclaiming his honor like a disowned child that he practically abandoned his engagement. You didn’t understand it, what good is honor if it can be taken away so quickly.

You looked up at Mizu who seemed to be deep in thought. You figured she was just thinking of the different styles she had done before, but her face held a certain sadness as she thought. You began to realize that there was a story attached to the topic of hairstyles that you knew better than to bring up.

“Have you ever braided your hair?” You asked, regaining her attention. She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. It wasn’t a common style for the time so you weren’t exactly that surprised.

“Would you like to try one?” You asked. You had definitely piqued her interest, her eyes shifted ever so slightly wider as you patted the spot in front of you.

She obliged, sitting down and facing away from you, her legs in a crossed manner with her hands peacefully resting on her knees.

She almost seemed a bit eager to try the hairstyle which honestly excited you a bit, it’s not often Mizu openly gets excited about something, especially with her very subtle expressions.

She sat before you, her slim figure not too far away from you as you gently reached up and grabbed the hair tie that seemed to hold Mizu’s entire hairstyle together. You’d never understand how she did it with so much hair, it never made sense to you. Her sleek dark hair unfolded, a healthy glow could be seen throughout it, she took care of it despite it being up all the time.

With one hand you ever so gently began to rake through her hair, making sure there were no knots that might get in the way of the process. Because of this, you noticed Mizu stiffen for a moment, a shiver could visibly be seen going throughout her body.

Having seen this your hand jerked back, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. Before you could say anything she turned her head just enough to look at you from over her shoulder and said in a low tone,

“Keep going.”

You paused for a moment as her words sunk in. The way she spoke to you was no different than any other time and yet for some reason… it felt different. You decided to pay no mind to it as your hand returned to her head, slowly dragging it through and sending shivers throughout Mizu’s body yet again.

Despite this, she sat calmly making no other movements other than the occasional twitch here and there as your hands glided through her hair. Having her hair done was a pleasure she never thought twice about, but the way you so delicately pulled at her hair, twisting it and shaping it as if she was some piece of art, it made her feel cared for in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time.

You carefully separated her hair, overlapping the pieces in a rhythmic manner, cautiously pulling the groups of hair but never hard enough to hurt. It didn’t take long before you had finished, you tied it all together with the hair tie that she used before, letting go of your work.

“How does it look?” She asked, now turning to fully face you. There was almost some sort of innocence that shone through Mizu's expression, one that seemed to say she genuinely cared how she looked. It was kind of sweet to see her usually stoic and harsh exterior break for a moment, it showed you who Mizu really was even if it was for only a few seconds.

You had seen Mizu with her hair down before, maybe not often, but you had seen it. Something was missing.

You stared at her for a moment, a confused look riddled your face before it hit you, the curl.

You gently reached your hand up towards Mizu’s face, one finger looping around the curl that had been hidden away underneath all of the other pieces of hair. Not expecting this, Mizu froze, letting you do what you needed to do but also not knowing how to react otherwise.

Once you had fixed the curl, you moved back a bit to reassess your work. You smiled, finally happy with how it looked.

“Perfect.” You said, proud of the work you had accomplished. Mizu was happy enough just taking your word for it but she was still curious to see how she looked. She drew her sword partially, only just enough to be able to see at least a little bit of her reflection on it. From what she could see, she truly didn’t mind the look.

“So, what do you think?” You asked, patiently waiting for her answer. You watched as a very small smile graced her features as she said,

“It looks good.”

She put her blade away, turning to look back at you as she brushed a few loose strands out her face.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so… gentle.” She admitted quite plainly. Her hands rested on her lap as she thought back to a time when someone else had done her hair.

“Anytime my mother did my hair, gentle didn’t seem to be a word in her vocabulary.” She joked, a melancholic yet reminiscent look made its way onto her face as she thought back to the many times her mother had scolded her for looking to feminine.

“Being rough will only get you so far.” You responded, not really realizing how that sounded. It earned a small snicker from Mizu but it still went over your head regardless. It had got you thinking, the blue eyed woman constantly trained, having faced the several hardships in life at such a young age that no one would even dream of facing. She had to be tough in every way possible if she had any hope of surviving.

But you were determined to show her, in your own way, that you can let your guard down every once in a while.

“Let me see your hands.” You ordered pretty out of nowhere.

“What?” Mizu responded, clearly taken by surprise by your sudden demand.

“Let me see your hands.” You repeated, putting one of yours out and gesturing for her to place hers on top.

Her eyebrows wrinkled with uncertainty, having not a singular clue what you were planning to do, but she still did what you told her to anyway. Her confused expression remained as she placed her hand on yours, her palm facing towards the sky. With your free hand you gently traced the lines on Mizushand, slowly going over each callous that you could see. Just as you had expected, her hands were coarse and rough, tense from constant overworking and pressure, or maybe they were tense because she wasn’t used to the feeling of someone else, you couldn’t tell.

At first she didn’t know what to do except watch your hands.

“What are you doing?” She asked, confused what the point of this was.

You continued to trace lines and pointless circles around her hand, occasionally gently massaging different points.

“You’re really tense.” You pointed out, “I figured this might help you relax a bit.”

Mizu sat still for a bit as you continued, still not easing up in the slightest. Having her hair done was one thing, she had it done before so she knew at least somewhat how to react, but this was something different. You looked up at her, noticing her unbroken stare before smiling at her.

“Relax.” You calmly instructed her.

She closed her eyes, eventually relaxing into the feeling of your touch just like she had done before. She had truly forgotten what it felt like to be touched in a way that didn’t result in a bruise or broken rib.

You continued your motions, occasionally putting slight pressure on different areas. However in one area you had put just a bit too much pressure, resulting in a noise that sounded like a moan escape from Mizu. You immediately stopped, taking your hand away as you apologized,

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

You looked up at her, ready to continue apologizing but you were met with a serious yet… almost affectionate gaze as she said,

“Don’t stop,” She began, her voice was quiet and relaxed so at least you knew your work was paying off.

“It feels nice.”

There it was, that feeling again. You averted your gaze, not able to handle making eye contact with her while also processing your very wild feelings at that moment. One thing about Mizu was she never truly realized just how attractive she was, she always deemed herself a demon or a monster because that’s what she was taught to believe.

But you saw past that and because of that, things that Mizu didn’t even think twice about doing, would nearly send you into a coma just because it was her doing it.

She had no idea the power she had over you just from a few simple words, and you had no idea the power you had over her just from a simple gentle touch.

You continued on like she had told you, smoothing out the tension in her hand the best you could without any prior training on the subject. Eventually you had switched over to her other hand which was somehow more coarse than the first. You couldn’t help but admire the amount of time and strength that went into forming such things.

As you continued, you could tell Mizu was refraining from making any noises. In all honesty, it was nothing you hadn’t heard before, she’s been in pain enough times around you for you to get used to her whimpering and groaning.

Except this time was different, usually the noises she made were from a place of pain and discomfort.

However, this time, they seemed to come from a place of pleasure.

Caused by you.

“It’s okay.” You began, refusing to look up at her. “The more you let out the more I know I’m doing the right thing.” You encouraged, and sure one could say it was for a selfish reason but really who could blame you.

You could hear her continue to refrain, but over a small amount of time you could hear her a little bit more. Your heart raced as you continued, the act you were partaking in was nowhere near as sensual as it sounded and yet it still felt so intimate. If anything that’s all you wanted it to be, but that was a line you’d dare not cross, at least not yet.

A little more time had passed, you had eased out all the tension you felt in her hands and let go of her. Almost immediately she began to miss your warm and gentle embrace, having returned to her harsh and cold reality. But really, it wasn’t as cold as she had thought because you were still there, right in front of her, looking at her as if she was the only human to have ever existed.

“There now, do you feel better?” You asked quietly, a bit sheepish considering the amount of thoughts that had crossed your mind that you would never say out loud.

Mizu rubbed her hand absentmindedly, her face seemed a bit glazed over like she had been so lost in her thoughts and she wasn’t ready to be a normal person again. Once she had finally, fully, snapped back to reality she nodded.

“Thanks.” Was all she said before you two sat in silence. The tension was practically thick enough to cut through but neither of you wanted to be the one to take that leap, not without knowing for certain it was one they could even take in the first place. Up until now, sure you two had been close, but you had never gotten so close physically. You wanted to, she wanted to, but neither of you wanted to own up to it. She claimed she didn’t need distractions, and you claimed it was a feeling that would flutter away just as quickly as it came.

Well you were both wrong.

You both sat there, not looking at each other, not saying anything before you decided to gain the courage to say,

“Mizu?” You practically whispered. She looked towards you, finally taking her attention off of her hand which she continued to rub, trying to emulate the feeling of your touch but to no avail.

“Yes?” She responded. You very slowly inched a bit closer to her, not trying to make your idea or intention too obvious but she already had a few possibilities in mind on how this might unfold.

None of which she was complaining about.

“Can I… can I touch you again?”

That was all you asked. Sure you had literally just put down her hand but it was the fact that you had even asked that sent the same shivers down Mizu’s spine. She went quiet for a moment, not knowing what to respond with.

She truly had never been asked for permission to do anything before, not in this regard at least, and it shocked her a bit.

It somehow became the most intimate question you could’ve asked.

She nodded, not saying a word as she continued to look at you. It was as if she was trying to memorize your features, as if she was trying to burn them into her retinas so she'd never forget.

Your hand very carefully went towards her, cupping the side of her face as if it would break with too much pressure. She slowly began to lean into your touch, the warm feeling returning quickly as she let her harsh exterior down yet again, feeling uncommonly safe because of your touch. From this position she looked towards you, her hand making its way up to your face, and brushing a few hairs out of the way before asking,

“Can I kiss you?”

Her voice was raspy and low, just above a whisper. She waited patiently for your answer as you both sat in silence before you nodded in response. With that, her hand that had brushed the hairs from your face, slowly made its way to the back of your neck as you both leaned forward and-

“Hey, I found this place that sells food down the road and I- Oh. You’re here.” Taigen had barged into the room, not a singular care in the world as he looked at Mizu with his usual disdain. By this point you had already jumped back from her, being startled by Taigens sudden presence while in such an intimate moment.

With a cold glare Mizu looked towards Taigen,

“What do you want?” She spat. She could get over him annoyingly asking for a duel every now and then but ruining this one moment for her was too far. She finally felt safe and warm in someone else’s embrace and the same man who ruined everything else for her had to come back and fuck something else up.

Before either of them could say any other ‘kind’ words to each other you very quickly made your way to exit the room, not wanting to think about the awkward moment any more than you’d have to.

“I’m going to go… find some things for Ringo. I’ll see you later Mizu, bye Taigen.” You said, very quickly making your way out of the room, leaving both Mizu and Taigen together. Mizu had watched you leave with a certain sadness that you could only really see in her eyes, the rest of her face remained as stoic as ever as she turned back to Taigen.

“New hair style? You look oddly feminine wi-“ The man began, pointing towards her still braided hair.

“Say another word and you’ll lose an arm.” She threatened.

“Noted.”

[libbyfandom]

Soft Modern!Mizu Headcanons

Loves ASMR. Likes Japanese soft spoken ASMR. There’s a nice older woman ASMRtist on Youtube that reminds her of how her mom would speak when she was little.

Has a plague doctor plushie.

Very much into the cottagecore aesthetic. Loves the idea of having a quiet little stone cottage with ivy growing up the side, shutter windows, and a little garden behind.

Speaking of gardening, her adoptive father taught her how to garden when she was small. He’d raised her on the smell of wet soil and the feeling of digging her little hands through to pull up the vegetables. She doesn’t have room for a garden in her little college apartment, but she does have a windowsill planter where she grows basil and rosemary for cooking.

Curls up in fetal position when napping.

Uses scrunchies to tie her hair up. Blue and black are the most common colors.

Mizu follows hopecore stuff on every social media platform and saves her favorite quotes and videos to a folder in her phone.

Mizu’s first sleepover is in college with you and Akemi. Akemi got all of you matching pajamas but in different colors and ya’ll made cookies and watched childhood movies Mizu’s never seen like Barbie. And I mean the CLASSIC Barbie movies like "Rapunzel" and "Princess and the Pauper". She makes lighthearted, snarky comments the first half of the movies but by the end you see how her eyes are bright as she sits in front of the TV.

Ringo taught her about wishing on dandelions. If she doesn’t pick them to use herself when she sees them, she saves them for you or her friends.

She’ll doodle on your arm with pen when she’s bored in the one class you share together.

She’s not the baby of her friend group, she’s the second youngest, right before Akemi. But she’s the baby of the group. It’s just, no one outright tells her so she doesn’t get defensive. Akemi will braid her hair for her before kenjutsu practice, because she never learned how. Ringo will always keeps snacks in his bag for her, and pulls them out when he sees her holding her stomach with the slight pinching of her eyes hinting that she’s upset and pained. Taigen and her are, you know, but when he sees her in a four v one fight against upperclassman he jumps at one of the guys, swinging without hesitation.

Mikio never got her flowers. But when roses show up on her kitchen table with a note in your handwriting, she has a moment where her heart is fluttering. Her eyes close as she brings one close and inhales its floral perfume with a soft smile.

Mizu drinking a milkshake.

She hung fairy lights on the ceiling of her room.

One time for a college event Akemi absolutely doused her hair with silvery spray on glitter. Her raven hair ended up sparkling like the night sky and she got so many compliments she started getting flustered. She'd hide behind Ringo and Taigen when she would see groups of girls walking by that would gasp at how pretty her hair looked and come closer to either compliment her or ask her where she got the glitter.

[sokkadora]

see you again — mizu x reader

inspired by: see you again; tyler, the creator

summary: can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever?

a/n: this came to me in a dream and made me wake up in a cold sweat /j

wc: 2.6k

tags/warning(s): allusions to period typical homophobia, angst, afab reader, fluff, arranged marriage, near death

from the river to the sea, palestine will be free 🇵🇸

︿︿︿︿︿︿ ✎ᝰ . . . .

You and Mizu had always been close. You would frequently visit your grandfather out in the thick woods behind Kohama, of whom Mizu was an apprentice of. Your grandfather was grateful of you coming around to give Mizu another outlet, a real friend her age to speak to instead of trailing behind him all day and night.

Mizu was quickly drawn to you the day you first showed up as a small child, but was worried about how you would react to her most potent feature. The first few visits you had that she was there for, she ended up curiously watching you from afar as you would talk to Eiji about your newest skill your mother had taught to you, or watching you play outside in the forest.

The first time you had seen Mizu’s eyes, you were enthralled by them. Of course, you had heard of the onryō haunting Kohama, but you expected them to be taller, have sharp and frightening features. But Mizu was shy and gentle with you, silently greeting you with a small flower every time you came to visit as you started to grow closer. You bonded over your shared want to master a weapon that seemed so far out of reach, you with your bow and Mizu’s sword.

You were her closest friend, the first person beside her mother to know she was a woman. You were never scared or deterred from her or her slowly hardening demeanor, or her sharp blue eyes. She could pinpoint the exact moment she had begun to fall for you; after quietly sharing the fate of her mother on the one day that the bad men had come to take her out of this world.

You were nothing but kind with her, an arm resting on her shoulders as your hand gently carded through her hair that you had helped her tie up so many times. When she turned her head to look at you through nervous eyes and she saw nothing but fondness and warmth, she knew you had her wrapped around your finger.

Your visits started to become more infrequent as your father began preparing you for your duties as a wife in the near future, and Mizu found herself distracting herself from your absence by throwing herself into her sword and fighting techniques. But in the moments before bed, she would lay on her back and stare longingly at the ceiling, wondering what would happen if you and her were to just run off together and start your own life together. But what she yearned for to be possible hurt her, because she knew it could never be. The relationship she so desperately craved to have with you was forbidden; it could get the two of you killed.

So her mind became consumed with her quest for revenge. Her sword was forged from the meteorite she and the swordfather found, and she was marching her way to say goodbye to you. The rain that poured on the day of her departure set the tone for how well the attempt at a goodbye would go. With how stubborn you were when it came to Mizu’s safety, she knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

She stealthily climbed up the tree beside your home, crawling in through a window on the second story floor before quietly in front of your door. Now, she’d never been to your home, but you’d described it to her enough for her to be able to get her bearings. She patted off the front of haori nervously before raising her hand and knocking on your door softly.

She could hear you shuffling around before arriving at the door, opening it and smiling widely at the sight of your friend. She allowed herself to curl her lips into a small smile as you pulled her into your room, the smell of your lavender incense and smoke from the candle crawled it’s way into her nostrils while you shut the door behind the two of you.

While Mizu was glancing around your room for the first time, you smiled before clearing your throat to catch her attention. She turned her head to look over her shoulder at you, her smile dropping at the reminder of what she was here to do. She decided to rip the bandaid off, not bothering with any pleasantries.

“I’ve come to say goodbye.”

Your mood and smile dropped, brows furrowing at Mizu’s sudden words.

You knew of Mizu’s yearning and hunger for revenge, but you figured you’d have more time with her in Kohama before she would depart. You regretted not sneaking out to your grandfather’s when you had the opportunities presented themselves, you felt incredibly guilty for leaving Mizu hanging for so long. She seemed colder now, you wondered what she had been through in the months since you last visited.

You should’ve made time. 

Why didn’t you make time?

Now the one you loved more than anything any rich lord could offer was leaving, and you were stuck here to become a docile wife. The thought of it put a horrible taste in your mouth.

You swallowed thickly, “I’m coming with.”

Mizu blinked in surprise, her eyes widening as you began to gather up your bow and quiver that laid hidden beneath the floorboards in front of your sleeping pad. She swiftly moved over to you, kneeling and placing a hand on your bicep to stop you. She could see the tears glistening in your eyes through your hair that draped over your face, brushing it out of your face and tucking it behind your ear softly.

You paused your frantic movements to grab your weapon, glancing towards Mizu, who continued to be nothing but gentle with you as you began to let the tears trail down your cheeks. You wept, feeling homesick for the person who hadn’t even left yet.

“No, you’re not.” Mizu said quietly, but in such a firm tone you knew there was no room to argue about it. “I need you here. I need to know that you’re safe home, in Kohama. Where I’m going… you could get killed. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you on my watch.”

“But you could get killed, Mizu.” You whispered, turning into her, almost. Your knees touched, Mizu’s strong hands resting on your biceps while you raised your head just enough to stare at the scarf wrapped around her neck. Slowly reaching up, you fidgeted with the standing end of the knot before letting your hand fall to rest against her binded chest. “You could get killed and I’d… I’d never know. I’d be here waiting for you, and you’d never come back. I can’t���” Your voice shook, and Mizu’s hands began to as well. “I can’t live in a world that doesn’t have you in it.”

Mizu’s eyes widened at the admission, her heart swelling sadly.

“Nothing – and I mean, nothing,” she swallowed her anxieties. Should she be admitting this to you now? What if you’re right? What if she doesn’t come back? She paused briefly before deciding to just spit it out. If she was to die while on her journey, she was not going to die without knowing what it felt to be yours.

Even it was for a few fleeting moments.

“will take me from you before I’ve gotten the chance to give you the life you deserve.” She whispered, hands sliding down your arms to take your hands into hers. She rubbed her thumbs over the tops of your knuckles. “I love you,” She admitted, whispering your name as she reached a hand up to cradle the back of your head and pressing a firm, loving kiss you your forehead. “I’ll come home to you. I promise.”

‘She loves me?’ You thought, your brain swirling with excited thoughts as she pressed a kiss your your forehead. Your grip on her top tightened, and you finally mustered the courage to look into her eyes. Oh, how you loved them.

Seeing how this may be the last time you may every get the pleasure of seeing them, you reached your hands up and cupped her cheeks with a heavy sigh, hands shaking. Her eyes stormed with several emotions. Embarrassment? No… Love? Yes, and you were thrilled that it was openly aimed at you. 

With the courage boost of her gaze on you, you shakily traced a thumb over her bottom lip, swallowing down the thick emotions that you felt bottling up. Her breath hitched, but she didn’t shy away from you. She never has.

You slowly leaned up, brushing your lips against her own before finally pressing them together, a mournful whimper leaving Mizu’s throat the second they made contact. Was this the only time she would ever be able to kiss you? She wondered, gripping your wrists softly as she eagerly kissed you back, her stomach flipping.

After what was too soon for either of you, Mizu pulled away, much to her own dismay. It was time.

You swallowed back a cry before pressing your foreheads together, “I love you too.”

———

You didn’t think she’d be gone for so long.

The first day was miserable.

The first month? Miserable.

The first six months? You guessed it!

Miserable.

The first year? Not any better.

You started to visit your grandfather more often to make sure he was cared for and still alive, you often cooked him dinners and stayed the nights to eat with him. He was the only thing besides your concealed weapon that really connected you to Mizu now that she was gone, and your frequent visits to him had interfered with your attempts at an arranged marriage, which resulted in your father doubling down and finally marrying you off to a lord after nearly two years of Mizu’s absence.

He hardly paid any attention to you, which was a blessing for you. It gave you more time to practice your archery and hunting, letting you keep a piece of Mizu with you. It also promised an easier escape for whenever Mizu came back.

Which she did.

Half dead though, which wasn’t ideal.

A man who you now knew as Ringo came crashing into the woods where you practiced archery at the request of your grandfather, and the moment you heard Mizu’s name slip out of his mouth you were sprinting towards your grandfather’s home. He had heard you sprinting through the woods, panting harshly before you slide one of the doors open. He placed the large metal tongs in front of your stomach before you could run to Mizu, guiding you over to the table to grab something to eat.

“You’ll do the boy no good if you cannot take care of yourself while you care for him, child.” He bonked your head with the tool, hobbling away after you walked over to Mizu with the meal, kneeling down beside her and setting it down beside you. 

Your hand didn’t dare make contact with the injury on her forehead, but gently settled against her cheek. Your throat tightened from the overwhelming myriad of emotions washing over you the moment you laid eyes on her pale skin, you reminded yourself that she came home to you. Alive. But the look and thought her physical state worried you beyond anything you could reassure yourself with.

You had politely asked and instructed Ringo to deliver a message to your “husband” (to you, he was just some deadbeat you were legally tied to. He was already close to his deathbed before the few days that had gone on before Mizu’s abrupt arrival) that you were staying with your grandfather for a few days, falsifying an injury that he supposedly sustained that you needed to help him with. Which wasn’t exactly a lie, somebody you cared about was injured, it just wasn’t your grandfather.

Of whom made sure to put you to work while you were there, gathering firewood for him and assisting him to make tea and Ringo to make dinners for the three of you until one of the injured had woken up. It wasn’t the person you wanted to wake up most though.

Taigen, had been the first to rouse from his brief coma. You were not his biggest fan, but you knew him from the years you’d spent growing up by his side in the same village. Mizu never went into depth about what Taigen and his friends had done to her before the two of you met, but she said enough to make you strongly dislike the man.

He was surprised to see you, especially in the getup you were in, dressed similarly to Mizu. In your defense to yourself, how were you supposed to hunt in the kimonos that the women usually wore?

Today, Ringo was tailing your grandfather everywhere, claiming to be his new apprentice and Taigen was off exploring Kohama for the first time in years. You leaned against the building and watched as Ringo rambled while pulling out the firewood your grandfather needed, and your grandfather grumbled under his breath in irritation.

You let yourself chuckle, something you hadn’t done in a long while before your head whipped around at the sound of a groan coming from inside the house. You turned on your heel and jogged inside, your jaw dropping as you gasped at the sight of Mizu. She was sitting up, her hand pressing against the injury that had been stitched up by Ringo before you’d been alerted of her presence in your home.

You quickly ran forward and fell to your knees, engulfing her in a tight embrace. You felt her stiffen as you began to cry into her nape, but she seemed to recognize you quickly and returned the embrace, shutting her eyes tightly.

When you felt her warmth beneath your fingertips, it felt like you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. She came home. To you. And she was alive.

“Mizu…” You laughed through a sob, your hands shakily grabbing the fabric covering her shoulders. Relief flooded through your system as she rested a hand at the small of your back, tugging you closer against her. “You’re alive! Oh my god, you’re alive.” You pulled back, shaky hands cupping her cheeks gently. 

She brought a hand up to grab one of your own to steady your touch, leaning into your hand tenderly before turning into it and pressing a kiss to your palm. It felt good to be home. You were home, still. After all these years, after Mikio, after everything, you remained constant, unmoving. One of the only people that were consistently by her side after everything.

“I missed you,” She mumbled, her right hand coming up to gently rub your chin with her pointer finger while her left hand rested against one of the hands on her face. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”

You laughed through continuous tears, shaking your head softly, “I’m just glad you’re back, dumbass.” You held her face a little tighter, sniffling. “Even if you were half dead.”

“I kept my promise, didn’t I?” She joked, gazing into your eyes. They still held so much kindness and love for her… god, she didn’t deserve you. 

“Barely…” You pouted, beginning to litter kisses over her face. She laughed softly, enjoying the affection far too much for her own good. She couldn’t leave you behind again, not now. Two years without you was already enough torture. You finally lingered your mouth over her own when the door opened, and you both turned your gazes to see Taigen awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“Was I…” He clears his throat. “...interrupting something?”

Mizu scoffs, rolling her eyes, “When do you not?” She asked rhetorically, beginning to bicker with the man.

Before he left again, he started mumbling something about how ridiculous Mizu was being and how he didn’t need this today. You couldn’t help but snicker at the mans grumbles, turning to face Mizu again, who was already smiling dotingly at you. She grabbed your face softly in one hand, and you melted into the touch that was missed and yearned for.

“Now where were we?”

[ratcash-wasgud]

this is my first time requesting here and im so nervous since the idea itself is so cheesy. could we have a modern au loser mizu who listens to "pasilyo" (a filipino song about wanting to get married so badly to someone; i highly recommend listening its so addicting!) and immediately thinks of her crush. thank you sm!

hel lovely!!!!! omg this is such a cute idea...it would be a shame if someone...have added some smut....hm...

anyways i kept this short, just to not overdo the vibe hihi

and you were right, it IS addicting. mwah.

Peonies

"I told you, I don't plan on doing that. Stop trying to play matchmaker, Mama." Mizu grumbles into the phone as she agressively spreads butter onto a slice of toast.

Her mother called her up again, which is always...well, a bother. She just nags her about settling down, even if she's still in college, finding a good boyfriend, getting married, having kids and basically giving up on everything she ever wanted. This is the reason she could never come out to her mother.

These talks always makes her hate the idea of marriage. Why would she ever tie herself down? Plus, it's a stupid old tradition. Plus, it's not even legal where she lives. It's just dumb to even think about it.

"No. I'm just busy." Mizu shrugs as she bites into the toast, still holding the phone up to her ear. Her mom keeps scolding her about ruining the family's name if she refuses to get married.

After about ten agonizing minutes, she hangs up. She lands on her bed with a groan. And just when she thinks she found peace, her phone lights up with a notification. It's a text from a groupchat called Tea Party with Eeyore, which has Ringo, Taigen, Akemi, and you in it.

ringo: omgomg look!

ringo: *a picture of you holding up a full tray of freshly baked pinagong.*

ringo: she helped me with my pastry of the week!!!

taigen: what even is that?

ringo: it's a type of fillipino bread! i learned it in baking class today.

you: we even made a whole playlist of fillipino songs to listen to while we bake :DDD

*you sent the link to the playlist.*

ringo: yup. we got into the mood, if you will

akemi: ringo, sweetie, that could have douple meanings

ringo: oh

The name is a dumb inside joke from that one time Akemi came up with the idea that having blue as a main color and being grumpy is enough for her to be just like Eeyore. She remembers you laughed so hard when she contined this line of thinking and matched Taigen with Tigger, because they're both annoying It's only because of that she doesn't mind this whole thing. She loves your laugh.

Mizu had a crush on you ever since she met you. It wasn't a hard crush to develop, honestly. You were kind for no reason, had eyes with stars in them, always full of energy while wearing the brightest smile she ever seen. You were just generally lovely. She was sure Taigen also had a crush on you at some point, which always irritated her, even if she never planned on making a move.

Mizu was content with the way things were. She was silently loving you from afar while you shined your bright light on her withouth even noticing. You made her happy if you didn't know.

She rolled over to her side, and tapped on the link you sent to the playlist. You had great taste in music, so if you were able to vive to these songs, they can't be that bad.

Then as the playlists starts playing, she hears a couple notes of an electric guitar, and she lightly shivers. Pasilyo was the first song. She never heard about it, but the melody quickly captured her.

She stared up the ceiling and she imagined you and Ringo listening to this song. She imagines you accidentaly spilling flour all over yourself, getting some on your face as you laugh, and she imagines her hand softly wiping it off. She imagines you sitting infront of the oven, staring at the growing pastry dough as it bakes, and having that bright and excited smile on your face when you succesfully decide that yes, it has gotten bigger since the last minute you checked. You'd look at her with big doe eyes when she tells you that it's time to do the dishes afterwards, singlaing how much you don't wanna. And of couse, she'd wash them instead of you, without hesitation. You'd hug her from behind as she does them, and hum the song in her ear, rocking your hips with hers playfully while your soft cheek is squished against her shoulder.

She sudenly wonders if that's how married life would look like with you. Damn, Mama has gotten into her head. But she doesn't mind it if it's like this. Would getting married really be horrible if it was with you? She decies on a firm no. You'd be the loveliest bride.

A bride she'd love to tie herself down to.

You'd stand there, at the altar, wearing all white and holding a big bouquet of daisies, camellias and lakspurs...maybe even peonies.

Yeah...definetly peonies. There would also be peony petals on the floor, scattered across, and one in your hair. Behind your ear...or one holding up your veil.

You'd smile when you see her on the other end of the aisle, like you see your future in her eyes. Your eyes would focus only on her, and your hand would squeeze hers for comfort as she says her vows. She'd kiss you with all her might in that moment. She'd pick you up and carry you away while you both laugh into eachothers faces.

She'd wake up to you every day of the week. To your soft cheeks squiched up against the pillow, your hand around her, and your breathing tickling her skin. She'd never want to get out of bed. She'd wake up hours earlier just to cuddle your sleeping form.

When you'd stir, you'd look into her eyes with your still hazy ones, and plant a good morning kiss on her forehead. In return Mizu would kiss your cheek, then your nose, then your jaw...then your neck, then your chest...

She'd put her hands on your breats, softly squeezing them as she teases them through your thin pajama top. She'd want it to be casual, domesticated, but still so, so exciting to make love to you.

She'd slowly get on top of you, and get lost in the way you're looking up at her. She'd slowly lift your top, and press her knee between your legs. Oh, how'd you tremble. You'd look up at her all needy, she'd have no option but to help you.

Her tongue would softly curcple your nipple, dry lips wrapping around it to trap it, all for herself. Her hand would slowly find it's way inside your pajama pants, long fingers sliding through your lips. She'd toy with you slick, because she knows it's there because of her. She'd bathe in the feeling of your clit pulsing for her before sliding her fingers inside, massagnig your inner walls. She'd coo in your ear, because you're just so precious when she's inside you like this. You turn into a ragdoll, and you can't do anything but whimper for her. You'd depend on her, especially in moments like this.

She'd give it to you every morning. She'd never hesitate to obey every command your body gives her.

Then she'd watch you make breakfast with your ears still red from getting taken by her so early in the morning. You'd sit in her lap while you'd eat breakfast. She'd feed you pieces of her bacon, and you'd give her bites from your egg. She'd give small pecks to your soft lips, to kiss away droplets of coffee.

She gets torn out from her daydream though by another text. She looks at it through half lidden eyes.

ringo: we made too many :(

taigen: that's what u get for always going overboard

you: mizu !!!

you: do you want some? i think you'd love pinagong!!!

Mizu smiles to herself as she reads the text. Maybe she isn't fine with how things are right now. Maybe she does need to make a move.

mizu: yeah

mizu: omw.

Maybe...she could stop by the flower shop and get some peonies.

Just maybe.

[andieperrie18]

nobody's daughters (part 1)

Series: Blue Eye Samurai

Pairing: Mizu x Widowed! Reader

Word Count: 1,900+ Words

Warnings: SPOILERS on Episode 5

Chapter Synopsis: Passing by the bridge where the local prostitutes flock, you encounter a wounded man. Or so you thought.

A/N & Disclaimer: So this chapter took a while to come out but here it is. Didn't want to rush this chapter. Considering the timeline, Mizu isn't fully heartless here as this was a period where she had just left Master Eiji. Please note that English isn't my first language and my Grammar isn't any good either so I do hope you enjoy this first opening chapter

Parts: ONE // TWO // THREE // MASTERLIST

“Another good trade, Sen,” you smiled as you held the reins of the white horse as it shifted from a walk to a trot through the dirt road on her way home. You are no great merchant and don't even have that many customers to supply, but ones that you’ve gained have become loyal customers as you.

You leaned down and as your palm glided on the neck of the mare who sighed and leaned to the touch, as you gave a small chuckle at its response. Sitting back your eyes raised to the tree covered skies, rays of sunlight peeked through each space that tenderly kissed your face. 

‘It was a vibrant day’ you thought while you continued to tread home, passing by the red bridge where you would usually find a group of prostitutes where they would flock by. They weren't really kind to you despite your consistent kind greetings everytime you passed by them, it only earned you gossip about your widowed and childless life. A part of your life that you've come to terms after a chapter vengeance finally asks due.

“Have a bountiful day of business ladies,” you bow as you reach the end of the bridge despite just like usual, none of them really replied back but a few hums.

As you’re enter another pathway, your eyes caught a glimpse of a limping figure. Your eyes squinted to get a better look of the person. Gently kicking the horse to trot faster as you gained a clearer view of the injured victim.

“Oh dear,” you whispered, jumping off the mare and jogging to the man clad in blue dragging himself, his hand gripping their bleeding side, red seeping through cloth and skin.

“H-Help me…” he gasped as you managed to catch the wounded man as he collapsed in your arms

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You and your patient arrived fairly quick on a long stretch of land that was filled with a vast plantation growing fruits and vegetables in their respective sections, and at the center it was a one story house with bamboo fences surrounding it. The white mare staggered to a stop by the front of the house as an elderly couple rushed out of it and towards you with worried expressions after calling to them for a number times.

“My lady, what’s happened?” the elderly female asked, as you hopped of Sen and effortlessly pulled your patient with the elderly male offering support on the other side.

“Please prepare my quarters for me Tanaka and Midori bring my medical materials, I’ll take our poor guest to his room,” you nodded to the man made who help you carried the man before turning to the woman whom both could only nod before dashing in different directions leaving you to following the elderly male to the inside the your house then to a path towards sliding door that revealed a spacious room. 

The old man rushed to set your futon as you carefully layed the unconscious man to it all as Tanaka helps you set him properly to a better position to be operated. You told the old man to fetch his wife as he hurriedly flees off as you immediately began to work on the man’s kimono as swiftly as she could. Undoning the know of the tie at front, you grasped the end of the cloth but you halt upon slightly lifting it.

Tanaka reappears by the doorway with a box followed by his wife who carried a basin of water, the couple speed towards you as they placed the things you needed. Midori set aside the basin and began to help her husband open the box filled but stop them

“Tanaka, Midori,” 

The couple halts as you turned to them with small smile, “I’ll take things from here, why don’t you both proceed with preparing our meal for the afternoon,” you trailed as you raised to your feet and grasped the raspy hands of the couple and gently pulled them to their feed, leading them away from the man urgently. The couple looked at each other confused and looked back at you.

“Are you certain my lady?” said the old woman, “wouldn’t it be better if we are here to assist you?” supported by the elderly male. You simply shook your head with a smile as you all stopped by the entry way.

“I can manage, what I want you to do is prepare a meal for our patient, we must have regain full strength,” you encouraged as the couple looked at each other skeptically but nodded and turned away, watching them sprinting through halls towards the kitchens as you slid the door closed and rushed back to your patient.

You eyed the unconscious woman on your futon as she helplessly heaved difficult breathes unconsciously, not trying to waste any more time, you finally proceeded to remove her top to reveal her tightly bandaged chest and her continuously bleeding wound on the side of her stomach. You heard a clatter of metal as you had fully exposed her chest, finding a sheathed blade that was tied around to her side. Taking the blade and gently setting it aside, your hands swiftly rustled inside the medical kit pulling various ointments, cotton balls, thread, and needles bandages before tending the wound on the unconscious swordswoman that laid before you.

Mizu flinched half-awake as the pain of the needle entered her skin. Her blurry vision showed a her a wooden roof and a woman who was leaning over her stomach, her hands busy and gentle that did a little soothing with every tug and sew motion. The woman did notice her stares at her as Mizu tried her best to mutter something only stop to due to her weakened state from blood loss. With every pull of the needled with the thread, you see her flinch, an action you could clearly tell that this was her first time to be sew up closed. Confirming the notion in your mind.

“A Life of Vengeance huh, let me guess it didn't really start off great didn’t it?” you scoffed while you began tying knots on the sutures securing them close, not even thinking of looking at the awakened patient. Mizu groaned once more from the tugs through her skin.

“Got a name? Little avenger?” you asked as you finally turned to look Mizu who was in turn looking at you.

Despite being half-lidded, the unusual yet bright hue of Mizu’s eyes never missed you sight before she finally collapsed back to slumber. It left you staring at her for a minute as You can clearly have described it as the color sky in a bright and sunny day but the exhausted yet hardened expression on your patient showed how life hasn't been kind to her, and hues just symbolized ice and lightning.

With those kind of eyes one thing was certain, “I guess life hasn’t been kind to you,” your brows furrowed slightly as your eyes stared at Mizu’s pained expression despite being under consciousness.

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Mizu woke up to a sunlit room the following day, the warm ray light coming from an open veranda that overlooked a small zen garden with a small pond by a white wall and rather curiously, a person seated over her close folded legs facing straight head with a straight back with both hands neatly placed on their lap. 

With a quieted groan, Mizu strugglingly forced herself to sit up as her vision clears and get a better focus on the person’s back facing her way. Studying said person, she had easily distinguished that it was in fact a woman, although she could still slightly see small buffs over their shoulder that would have confused if she had not gained yet a better sight.

“Excu-”, “Ah, you're awake! Thank goodness,” Mizu turned to another direction to find another sliding door, entered an old woman, dressed in the simplest kimono with a rather large tray and was now making her way towards her position.

“Madame was right on what time of day you’ll wake,” trailed the lady as she got Mizu’s side and gently placed the tray down beside the futon. The blue-eyed femme watched as gently moved while muttering a few winces of pain as she turned to face the lady then to the tray filled with covered plates that she could clearly assume would be food.

“Please eat, these are all freshly cooked and picked from the madam’s garden, she insisted on picking the ingredients herself that will help you gain back strength, help yourself,” she continued, smiling at the Mizu.

The expression had the blue-eyed woman feel a certain churn in her stomach but Mizu could tell that this woman was clearly genuine with her gesture. Not wanting to stare at her too much, her blue eyes returned to the somewhat meditating woman by the open entry way across her. Still hadn’t shown any movement even after the sudden arrival of the old lady who had immediately picked up the spark of curiosity from Mizu who stared at the  her serenely occupied matriarch.

“It best not disturbed the madame, but not to worry though, she’ll entertain you as soon as she finishes with her meditation, I’m Midori, the caretaker of the Kento household,” the old lady who had introduced herself as Midori bowed slightly all while Mizu could only mutter “I’m grateful for your assistance,” with a slight bow as she cannot exactly exude a big one with the constant twinges of pain on her side where she presumes the stab wound would be.

“Please help yourself, feel free to come out of this room but sadly milady insisted that you not be free yet without fully healing and recovering your strength, I hope you understand and please take a long rest,” the lady stood and bowed her head in gesture of her leaving Mizu alone in your unconscious company.

Mizu’s gaze went back to you and the frame of your shoulders and back that would gradually slow down yet constantly heaving bigger breaths and longer releases in every passing minute. 

But other than her company, the ambiance around her felt warm and serene, one that she wasn’t really accustomed to as her childhood was too focused on the tasks she had at hand without any regard to things too much. It was all she knew.

Her attention went back to the tray of food and went about uncovering each plate on the tray. In all of Mizu’s  life, she never really had a big meal, just decent ones that she had while she was under apprenticeship that she wasn’t to complain as she was content with having a roof over her head and decent meal under the care of the swordsmith.

 A sigh left her lips as her heart swelled with every plate of cousin composing her  large meal. She marveled at how almost each bowl was a brim full of nutrients. Mizu never really knew much difference between a meal made by a chef and homemade, but it was enough that each meal exploded with rich aroma and delicious scents that she had never thought she would never get a taste of  in her whole life.

Adjusting herself to sit properly within the futon, she placed her hands together.

“Thank you for the food.” 

Her hand found the chopstick and ate to her heart's content.

[sophswritingthings]

Hi! I’ve been wanting to request for a bit but idk what I wanted to ask but I think I have an idea sorry if it’s boring!!

I was thinking about how in you’re English reader x mizu how different the fashion is and now I’m thinking about how funny it would be if English reader was like ‘hey babe help me w my corset’ and mizu was like ‘??’ Only for English reader to reveal the crazy ass torture device that woman would wear literally 24/7

Literally imagine poor mizu watching her s/o pass out bc how insane corsets were

pairing: mizu x fem!english!reader

warning(s): mentions of death, the death trap that is a corset 

a/n: mizu taking off your corset at the end of the day and giving you a massage……

word count: 290 words / 1,558 characters

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“sweetheart?” you call, glancing over your shoulder. mizu barley looks up from the book she’s reading, raising an eyebrow.

“yes?” she questions.

“can you help me with my corset, please?” you ask, turning back to look at yourself in the mirror.

“.. your, hm?” she finally looks up, gazing at the v shaped item you were pulling around your abdomen.

“.. corset?” you laugh a little, “do they not have those in japan?”

mizu gathers herself to her feet, tossing down her book and walking over to you. she places her hands on your hips, looking the piece up and down.

“I’ve never seen it,” she murmurs. “what does it do?”

“It’s something women wear here in england.” you grab the laces of your corset, placing them in her hands.

“all.. day?” she whispers.

you laugh, “all day.”

“are you trying to die, my love?” she murmurs, placing her chin against your shoulder as she slowly begins to tie the knots.

you place your hands against your stomach, taking a large breath.

“tie them tight,” you hiss.

tight? she didn’t want to hurt you.

but, if you were asking for it, she supposed she’d do it. you knew how to work this thing better than she did. so she did just that, tying them as tight as she could.

you took in a few deep breaths, nodding as you stepped away from her grasp.

“thank you,” you murmur.

“.. are you sure that’s not painful?” she slides her arms around your waist, pulling you back into her body. she rubs her thumbs against your abdomen.

“sure it is,” you sigh. “you get used to it.”

she shrugs, pressing a kiss against your shoulder.

“don’t die.”

you chuckle, “I won’t.”

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a/n: fun fact guys: did you know that corsets in the 1600s (this time period) were made out of whale bone? so if you move wrong, on accident, it can and will stab you! :)

[abijahfowler]

And would you look at that.. another blue eye samurai oc. I am fucking crazy but i am free

Yappathon under the cut!!!

sooooooo… her name is siobhán, and she came to me in a dream

coming from a similar background to fowler’s, siobhán was an orphan survivor of the ulster famine which resulted in her being relocated to && raised in a parish in london. and, similar to fowlers, she determined that she would do whatever it took to not remain stuck to the underside of stuart society. she leaves her parish and marries a scottish barkeep by the name of hendry at the age of 17. though, shortly after they get married, he falls victim to some “mysterious illness” that eats away at him for a few years, thus leaving her to run his business and affairs until && after his passing.

with the obstacle of a husband out of the way thanks to her handy knowledge of the usage of her good friend belladonna, along with property in her name and a business for her to run in his wake, siobháns tavern turned into a meeting place for the shadier kinds of folk to do business. she was willing to turn a blind eye for a pretty penny, as well as offer up intel she collected passively from patrons. bounties were often posted & collected under the roof of her establishment, though what made her tavern the most promising would be the system of tunnels into and outside of london accessible from it’s cellar. so…. unsurprising that she found herself in business with fowler and his goons long before they hit the seas for japan. in exchange for the proper amount of shillings and a couple pretty faces to tie with her bedroom rentals, she has been a key component in terms of their smuggling affairs.

in terms of the timeline of the show i suppose she wouldn’t come into the picture until mizu & fowler reach london in s2, with her tavern being one of the destinations of mizu’s london tour list in order to attempt to garner information as to the whereabouts of skeffington && routley. though, it doesn’t go exactly as she would have hoped; and while she does manage to get away with her life upon their first encounter, she does end up losing fowler in the process and finds herself stuck in a foreign land where she barely understands the language. luckily, though, mizu is a smart cookie; and after an amount of detective work, she is back on their trail.

in short i don’t think there’s enough diabolical evil old women and i am going to change that, that’s what i was put on this earth to do.

some miscellaneous details about her:

• as of s2 of bes, she would be 58 years old

• she’s fully grey, though her hair was strawberry blonde in her youth.

• she’s pretty tall for the a woman in the 1600s, measuring at about 5’8” (or 172.72 cm)

• while cruel to people, she seems to at least have some compassion towards animals; known to feed the stray dog and cat populations in the alleyways near her tavern. one of them she has claimed as her own and turned into an inside cat, whom she has named duchess priscilla.

• she’s aromantic so she is not interested and has never been interested in a romantic relationship, though she is quite the hussie. it’s honestly astonishing she hasn’t contracted syphilis yet!

• she can drink fowler under a table, and she has in the past. he lies and says he won, but everyone that was there knows the truth.

[talesofedo]

My re-design of Mizu, the protagonist of Blue Eye Samurai.

The original series design for Mizu gives her a couple of expensive accessories, specifically her traveling cloak and her eyeglasses. (And yes, I realize she is supposed to have made her own eyeglass frames, but Japanese manufacture of glass was still new at that time and the lenses themselves would likely have been expensive.)

I kept the travel cloak design, but as many surviving originals are made from striped fabric, I chose to go with that.

She's wearing tattsuke bakama, rather than having separate, removable kyahan (gaiters). This was a really common style for traveling, and since Blue Eye Samurai takes place in the 1650s, I went with a contrasting, rather than matching, waist tie. That style of contrasting colors would have been a bit more of an old fashioned look at the time already.

She's wearing straw waraji instead of the black sandals she has in the series, and warajigake tabi, tabi with reinforcements in the toe split and the front of the foot that made them more durable for walking long distances.

I switched the short, samue-like jacket she's wearing in the series for an actual kimono, but used the water pattern of the fabric she is using as an obi in the series as the pattern for her kimono.

Since she's trying to pass for a ronin on her travels, I switched her hat for a sandogasa, which was a common design for traveling, and gave her a short sword in addition to her meteoric iron sword. (The lack of samurai carrying two swords in the series drove me absolutely bonkers.) I kept the un-wrapped rayskin design of her tsuka, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. 😅

I also changed the design of her eyeglasses to one that was common during the Edo period, using string instead of folding temples. The eyeglass design I'm using here is from the oldest known pair in Japan, Tokugawa Ieyasu's reading glasses, but that same style was worn right up until the introduction of modern western eyeglasses at the end of the Edo period.

[that-basic-simp]

Masquerade

Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: N/A WC: 1.2k+

"Why are you dragging me along to this?" I asked Akemi.

"Who doesn't love a masquerade ball?"

"People who don't like dances and crowds," I said.

"You'll love it," Akemi said. "I heard someone you like is going to be there."

"More like someone you like."

"Taigen," she smiled. She's had eyes on him for the past few months and they even shared a class together.

"How come you haven't made a move on him?"

"Just want to make sure he's the right one."

"Akemi, you're not going to know if he's the right one by just ogling at him."

"You can never know until you try. Anyway, are you ready? Have your mask?"

"Yes," I showed it to her.

"Need me to tie it for you?"

"You can when we get there."

Leaving our dorm room, we headed down to where the masquerade ball was going to be. It was one last dance before the graduating seniors left. This is what they do for the seniors every spring. Reaching the building, Akemi and I walked up to a group of her friends. They welcomed me, since I was kind of lonely. I didn't mind her friends, but sometimes they were a bit too loud here and there. Before stepping into the room, Akemi helped me put the mask on and that was when Taigen and his friends walked by. Akemi, being Akemi, dropped what she was doing to stare at him.

The mask fell from my face and I fumbled to catch it. It fell onto the ground, bouncing slightly away from me. Sighing, I walked over and went to grab it, when someone already did for me. Following their hand up from their arm, I found the person who picked it up. They had on a typical suit, but without the jacket. White button down with a black vest and a dark blue tie. And their hair was pulled down into a ponytail that rested on their shoulder. What intrigued me was the mask he was wearing. It took on the typical appearance, where it only covered the eyes, but its design was completely different. Instead of intricate designs with lace and other fabric, and with feathers adorning it, this mask was painted to match a phoenix's feathers. And right at the top sides of the mask were horns jutting upwards. And the eyes were completely unseen. The only thing about their face I could see was their mouth.

"You dropped this," he said.

"T-Thanks," I said, taking the mask.

"You look," it looked like he eyed me up and down as his head tilted up and then down. "Stunning."

"Thank you. And you're handsome yourself."

He smiled before entering the room. Akemi came over to me, apologizing for stopping in the middle of tying the mask.

"Who was that? Do you know him?" I asked Akemi.

"Only his name. Mizu."

"Mizu," I repeated. It was like a stinging sensation on my tongue when I said his name. Intoxicating.

"Yeah. He and Taigen are on the fencing team and he has beat him numerous times," Akemi said with some spite in her voice. "And Taigen is the best."

"Clearly he isn't when Mizu has beat him over and over."

"It doesn't matter. Mizu isn't really a valuable member on the team since they hardly use him."

"Only unless they need to," one of Akemi's friends said.

"Ise!" Akemi scolded her.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"There was a competition they were losing at. Taigen was growing frustrated and even had some penalties called on him. Their last resort was to put Mizu in. He won against every opponent and won for the team."

"And what did they do?"

"Just gave him a pat on the back and then celebrated without him."

"Of course," I whispered.

Once we all had our masks on, we walked into the room where the music was blaring, the lights were dim, and there were a number of people in there. Some were already on the dance floor while others were drinking and talking to their friends. There was a large balloon being tossed around.

I tried to find Mizu, but the room was so dark that I couldn't even tell where Akemi went. Wandering around, I eventually found her and her friend group at a table. I sat down with them and they began talking before getting something to drink. I let out a sigh, not wanting to be here and rather be in my room reading. Or something more productive instead of sitting here on my phone. A slow song came on and all the couples started to get onto the dance floor. Typical.

I picked my head up and watched as Akemi and Taigen walked onto the floor. Well, seems she made her move tonight. I smiled, happy for her. Her friends seemed to be happy as well as they were cheering her on. They formed a small circle and danced with one another. It reminded me of high school when those who didn't have dates would form a circle and sway with the music together. I was one of those people, of course.

"Excuse me."

Turning, I found it was Mizu standing before me. Reaching out a shaking hand, he bowed slightly.

"May I have this dance?"

"O-Of course."

I set my phone down and placed my hand in his. Standing up, we walked onto the dance floor and started to sway with the music.

"I apologize in advance, I am not the best when it comes to dancing and rhythm."

I smiled. Not only was he strong and powerful, but he was a dork. It made my heart flutter.

"Don't worry. Neither am I."

"So, what brings you out here?" he asked.

"Akemi wanted to go to this and kind of forced me to go. You?"

"As stupid as it sounds, I'll be getting extra credit for attending. One of the graduating seniors is on the fencing team. He is the one who organized the event. So our coach made us come here."

"And you'll get extra credit?" I chuckled.

"Something like that. I don't know how I'll be getting extra credit for a team sport."

"Your coach is kind of dumb."

"I know," he sighed. Even if I couldn't see his eyes, I could tell he rolled them.

"How come you hide your eyes?" I asked.

"My eyes are hideous and therefore, it makes me hideous."

"I doubt that," I said.

"Want to see for yourself?"

"Unless you turn me to stone, I don't want to," I chuckled.

He smiled, "I promise I won't turn you to stone. But we do need to head out if you want to see it with better lighting."

"There's no re-entry if we leave."

"And?" Mizu asked. "I was put down for that extra credit the minute I showed up. I don't need to stay here any longer than I have to."

"Then why ask me to dance?"

"Seemed lonely. And in need of someone."

I smiled softly at him. Once the song ended, I headed back to the table to grab my phone and walked out of the room with him. Now that I got him in better lighting, there was something oddly feminine about him. Maybe it was his waist and how it was kind of curvy. As I was facing his back, he reached up and untied the mask that was around his face. Turning around, I was met with the most beautiful set of blue eyes I have ever seen. They reminded me of the ocean and how mysterious it was, yet it was beautiful.

"They're blue," I said.

"Yeah," he lowered his head, looking ashamed of the color.

"They're beautiful."

Lifting his head up, his eyes widened.

"Um," his face flushed a light pink. "T-Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mizu."

"How do you know my name? I don't even know yours."

"Akemi knows of you. And my name is Y/N."

"Beautiful name," he said.

"Thank you," now it was my turn for my face to turn a light pink.

"Will I see you around?" Mizu asked.

I nodded my head, "I'm sure you will."

[hp-hcs]

fiendfyre — death eater! blaise zabini x male! order of the phoenix! reader

written specifically with my king @gayaristocrat in mind. you didn’t ask for this, but yk i wrote it anyways. we can be blaise fanboys/simps together <3

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Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

I hadn’t even meant to, in all honesty. But what else could I have done? Just watched as the fiery serpent consumed them all?

No, no. Anything but that.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

Who knows what would’ve happened?

Maybe if I hadn’t, the wonderful, perfect Golden Trio would’ve.

Maybe they would’ve saved the boys from the Room of Requirement.

Instead of me.

Maybe if they had, Harry James Potter would’ve had an answer for Narcissa Malfoy when she leaned down to whisper, Draco is alive?

Maybe he would have had an answer.

Maybe then Narcissa Malfoy wouldn’t have leveled her wand at Harry James Potter’s face and whispered Avada Kedavra through hysterical, never-ending tears.

Maybe.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

Maybe if I hadn’t, the Dark Lord wouldn’t have won.

Maybe if I hadn’t, Harry James Potter wouldn’t have died.

Maybe if I hadn’t, Narcissa Malfoy wouldn’t have wrongfully assumed her son was dead and retaliated against Harry James Potter.

Maybe.

Who’s to say?

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

But sometimes I’m glad for it.

Like when I met his mother for the very first time.

An intimidating woman, as you might expect someone with a high body count—in both senses of the term—to be.

But she’d swept me up in a warm hug and thanked me over and over again for saving her son’s life.

I remember he blushed and grinned in that way that only he can do.

That shy little smile that I’m convinced exists solely for me and for me alone.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

Like when he decided—after the fall of the Chosen One—that I was his.

Whether I liked it or not.

His family name became even more prominent than it already had been. A name of astounding political power and wealth.

And now, thanks to my teenaged savior complex and guilty conscience, I had not only his family in debt to me, but also the Malfoys, the Crabbes, and the Goyles.

My name was even more prominent than any of theirs.

It was power I didn’t want.

I never wanted my name to be tied to so many Death Eaters. That was the complete opposite of what I stood for.

But I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

When I have to wear those unnecessarily expensive suits for meetings.

I hate meetings.

He’ll always straighten my tie and button my jacket before we walk in together.

Together.

Because when aren’t we together?

It’s me and him. Him and me.

Whether I like it or not.

~~~

Sometimes I wish I’d never rescued him.

But now, as I look down at the richly shimmering silver band he holds as he kneels down in front of me, I can’t help but feel glad that I did.

After all, it’s me and him.

Him and me.

‘Till death do us part.

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Hiiii gatties hope your day is going lovely happy to see that request are open now.!!! I got this idea so I was wondering if I could please request reader(fem) x whitebeard pirates(ft red hair pirates) the reader has the mizu mizu no mi (water water no mi devil fruit) and knows all types of haki(advanced form) to add to that is a pro at fishmen karate. Mainly fignt with a morning star(it is a type of kanabo search it up if you don't know what it is) +haki and devil. In a scenario flash backs of with the whitebeard pirates before and after marineford and cut back to present time where reader finds her self with the red hair pirates(for whatever reason) and than you can write the rest however you like!

Thanks for your work! Have a amazing day!❤💗💗💖💌

⚠️(you don't have to accept my request tho I understand if you don't wanna write for it)

—Whitebeard Pirates & Red Hair Pirates x reader

—Summary: Some changes happen due to the war in Marineford, you move forward and keep your loved ones present even if they are no longer there

—Warnings: none

op reader I see 🙈, really sorry for all the delay :(

You sat with your eyes closed, legs and arms crossed as you stabilized your breathing, letting all the weight of your shoulders disappear for a few moments, trying to go blank and relax, but your mind kept working and sending memories one after another.

“Come on, why don't we do a second round? Are you tired already?”

Ace looked at you from the ground, his accelerated breathing and sweaty forehead indicated the wear and tear that the training generated, you were also tired but you didn't care to break the tie in the little competition.

“No way, my stomach is killing me, otherwise I'll die”

“You're as dramatic as a bride”

You smiled, offering your hand for him to get up from the ground, he shook it and jumped up, just in time for Marco to tell you that Thatch had finished preparing the food.

Time seemed to slow down as the conversations slowly died down, just as your forehead directly hit Whitebeard's grave, you snapped out of your reverie and returned to harsh reality.

“I wish I could go back in time and change the present…”

With your mind still a little clouded by memories, you began to change the flowers that had begun to rot, replacing them with new and fresh ones to remember all those who fell at Marineford, but especially your former captain and companion.

You looked at the large cross with longing, still feeling the bitter taste of losing a loved one, with the helplessness of knowing that there is no turning back and that time will continue to move forward without them.

“Your Haki control has improved, I have nothing else I can teach you, you have already surpassed this old sea dog.”

“I don't believe you, but I'll let it go for now.”

You glanced at Whitebeard, more focused on the sunset than on his flattering words, he laughed silently, letting the peaceful atmosphere absorb you two completely after a little chat about your Haki.

Lately you hadn't felt so confident about your abilities and you sought to improve, in Karate, as well as in your skills with your devil fruit and of course, Haki. Which led you to talk to your captain to give you some advice, honestly it ended up not being much help because he tell you that you didn't need to be stronger.

“If I had been stronger surely neither you nor Ace, nor many others would have lost their lives in this stupid war.”

The past faded away again, looking beyond, in the distance you could still see the battlefield, feel the screams, the agitation, the euphoria... the memories are still vivid but little by little you forget small details, you prefer it that way if it makes you stay stuck in that time.

You hugged yourself when a cold breeze made you shrink in your spot, without realizing the sun had disappeared, so absorbed in your own mind that you didn't notice how the warmth of the sun had vanished.

You took it as a sign to return to your small boat, Shanks, your current captain had been kind enough to lend it to you, since they were near the now practically abandoned Marineford, you decided to stop by to clean the graves of your former comrades.

“I'm glad to see you're back, is everything okay?”

Benn was the first to greet you after you arrived at the main ship of the redhair pirates, you gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, did anything happen while I was gone?”

“Nothing special, I think Shanks was asking about you a while ago.”

You nodded at the information, finishing the knot to keep the boat by your side, you walked through the ship looking for your captain. It was pure chance that you ended up with them, but it was a unique opportunity that you shouldn’t waste even in the miserable state you were in back then.

You had always been an ambitious person, and even though Whitebeard denied that you needed to improve your skills, you always sought to apply yourself as much as possible, Shanks letting you join them only reinforced your desire to achieve impeccable handling of your powers and fighting styles.

“Ah, there you are! I thought you would never come back and that you had abandoned the crew.”

“I left for a couple of days Shanks, you’re being dramatic."

“Maybe hehe.”

“And you were looking for me to…?”

“Well, I thought you would arrive sooner, I wanted to practice karate, but it’s too late now.”

“Oh, you’re still hurt because I beat you last time.”

“Eh, of course not! I just want to polish my flaws, but now is not the time, come on, let’s go to dinner or Lucky Roux will eat everything.”

You smiled unconsciously at the little pushes your captain gave you, a fairly common feeling, Ace used to do the same thing.

Your life kept moving forward, the dead will not come back to life but neither will it make you stagnate if you keep them in mind, after all people only die if they are forgotten, and you do not plan to forget a single memory of your old comrades no matter how bitter it may be, you will live for them with your head held high.

[asterrrrion]

Decided to finally finish up my Karasuno team name explanation, sorry for the wait ! For this post, we'll look at the supporting characters for the team.

The first one is Takeda Ittetsu, 武田　一鉄。

The first Kanji of his last name is 武 'Take', meaning warrior or military man. It's also a Kanji used in the word brave. It's interesting to see this Kanji used for this character, since he's one of the only ones who don't actually play any sports, ever, in the whole manga. But one of the points Furudate wanted to make with him is that his job for the team is also fighting for them. 田 'da' still means field, and is the same Kanji as in Tanaka, here pronounced da instead of ta.

The first of his first name is 一 'It(t)' - complicated Japanese pronunciation rule that you probably don't care about - and it means one, or the best at, the most something, as in number one [...]. The second, 鉄 'tetsu' which means iron. That's probably a representation of his will and his fighting spirit, as he is one united iron, in a way. Furudate really wanted to put his warrior mentality forward :')). Edit : Also !! Ittetsu, written 一徹 means obstinate !

Ukai Kenshin is next, written 烏養　繋心。

His name makes me laugh, but the first Kanji is 烏 'U', otherwise pronounced Karasu, which means crow or raven. The second is 養 'kai', and means to nurture, to bring up. So basically, the Ukais nurture the baby crows. It's also used in 養成 'Yousei', training.

The first Kanji of his last name is 繋 'Kei' here pronounced Ken, which means to tie, to tether, to connect. The second is 心 'shin', sometimes pronounced 'Kokoro'. You might think it means heart if you've watched enough animes, and it does, but the cultural meaning goes further. 心 is someone's core spirit and motivations etc. He connects the hearts of the team together to reach their goal, which is also interesting when you think he came in at a point of the story where the team was very divided and especially Nishinoya and Azumane, the complete opposites, couldn't get along.

Shimizu Kiyoko is next ! 清水 潔子 is her name written down.

清 'Shi' is to purify, to cleanse. It's also used in the word fresh. 水 'mizu' is water, and could be referring either to her eyes (blue and all) or to her quiet and calm nature etc. Both of them together mean spring water. It's a name that fits her personality and appearance.

潔 'Kiyo' is pure, righteous, and the Kanji 清 can also be pronounced Kiyo. However, this Kanji, when in the word 潔い 'Isagiyoi', means manly, sportsmanlike, brave, gracious, gallant. That double-meaning suits Kiyoko well, especially since she's also a very talented athlete which we don't know at the beginning of the story. 子 'ko' is child and as such is very common in Japanese names. We can also note that, like every other third years, Kiyoko is called by her first name.

Last is Yachi Hitoka, 谷地　仁花。

Her last name is composed of 谷 'Ya', the same as in Nishinoya, meaning valley. 地 'chi', like in Daichi, still means ground or earth. Both of them together are another word for swamp, which can both refer to Karasuno as a whole and her whole villager B arc. Like Daichi, she is a support of the team and the ground on which they grow.

'Hito' 仁 is benevolence, compassion, humanity. It can also simply mean human being. 花 'ka' is flower blooms or beauty. Her first name shows her kindness and the help she gives to the main characters. It also shows that that kindness is what helps her grow and blossom in life.

That's about it ! If you have any request for teams, put it in the comment, otherwise I'll just do whatever I want :').

[graciereyy]

The Siren And The Samurai Chapter: 1

Happens after events of last episode! POSSIBLE SPOILERS.

*warning! This will have alot of possibly triggering stuff just like the actual show so be advised.*

Mizu awoke from the yell of the boaters.

“WE’RE CLOSE! GO GET THEM!”

She moaned in complaint from the loss of comfort in her sleep. “Sir, we are close to London and getting closer by the second. Im sorry to wake you, but you need to be up here.”She deeply exhaled.

“Oh alright.” She gathered her things and went outside, the cool breeze made her calm. They were right, London was close-by. A rush of excitement filled her, she could just imagine killing those men already . “are you guys going to stay here? Because i need that irish fuck here, so i can go to him when i need him.” One of the boaters grinned.

“Yeah, we’re going to stay a while. We have quite some business to do here, you dont need to worry about a thing.” She hummed in confirmation then fixed her bangs. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“Business.” She looked behind her and sighed in relief. “Oh look we’re here.” She was happy to get off this damn boat after so long, it felt like she was stuck in a hole forever, but not anymore, more subtle excitement rushed into her body, She was so ready to leave and get off the water and go back on her way. “Hm, its still dark out..” she mumbled to herself. She turned back to the men “so can i just explore? I need some direction.”

“Hell yeah, have at it boy.” One of them said as the other ran to tie the boat to the port. “Just make sure your able to get back.”

“I will.” She mumbled. She took a deep breath then turned around to leave the boat for a while. When her foot touched the port she felt a release in herself. She slowly made her way into the smaller downtown part of the city, it wasn’t like japan at all and she wasn’t used everything being so different, especially when it came to clothes. The women wore these restrictive looking things on their torsos, elegant looking but also looked kind of uncomfortable; With long layered skirts.

While the men wore vests and ugly looking pants. She felt kind of judged just wearing her kimono, the townspeople probably never seen clothes like hers just like she hasn’t seen clothes like theirs but she didn’t really care about that, as long as she wasn’t being looked to as inferior unlike a certain almost bald samurai she was fine.

While she did think about him she didn’t really know how to feel about him. She doesn’t have the time to find out right now, not like he ever actually liked her anyway. She sighed as she made her way to what the townspeople call “The Plaza” its a circular part of town with a stage in the middle, the golden lanterns lit it up beautifully. it looked like the main place a festival would be, which piqued her interest only by a little. Well not until the guy on stage announced one of the singers.

“ Unfortunately theres someone going to be performing in the morning that isn’t very expected or wanted, tomorrow morning THE SIREN is going to perform..” most of the crowd booed while some didn’t even know how to react themselves. Mizu was one of them, she was so confused by it. Why were they called the siren and why weren’t they liked? She just decided to go back to the port.

When she was pretty close to port she saw a strange looking girl with long brown hair, even longer than her own with it getting lighter at the very ends, but also short; reminding her of a tiny mouse. But something else caught her eye about the girl, her clothes looked promiscuous compared to both hers and the the townspeople, her skirt was layered but shorter, a few inches above her knees. her corset had a floral pattern with transparent puffy sleeves. She noticed her staring and their eyes locked, her brown eyes just engraved into Mizus head.

She just ran away and back into the boat. She cleared her throat and deepened her voice “im going to check on, Abijah.” One of the boaters nodded in response. She made her way to the cell while tapping on the wood of the boat, trying to annoy him. Out came a sinister chuckle as she was noticed.

“Ah, little miss Mizu. Ive been waiting for you…” he cooed.

“Ah huh. Okay.”

He grabbed the metal of the cell and twirled his hair sarcastically, as he said “ I’ve been so very lonely down here by myself Mizu.. cant you let me out now?.” He cooed in the tone of an innocent girl.

“Yeah no, you can stay down here for now. You’re going to be here as long as i need you then im going to kill you.”

he growled quietly. “Just gonna use me like im a common whore? Okay fine have your own way then.”

[ichorsveined]

announcing  the  arrival  of  MAIKA  of  house  TEMPLETON ,  the  RULING  LADY & KNIGHT  of  NINESTARS .  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  RESOLUTE  and  IMPERIOUS  in  disposition ,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  swordfighting  &  traveling .  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them ,  it  might  tell  stories  of  like  a  stone  weathered  by  the  wind ,  you  too  shall  never  move  nor  topple  over ;  a  jaw  clenched  tightly ,  the  taste  of  copper  on  tongue ,  endeavoring  to  hold  back  words ;  a  constant  state  of  attempting  balance —  should  you  do  what  is  best  for  them ,  or  show  care  in  a  manner  they  can  understand ?  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps ,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie .  are  they  right  to  whisper ?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  HOUSE  ARRYN  &  HOUSE  TEMPLETON  .

statistics ...

#  basic  information.

official  name  :  maika  symone  templeton  .  nicknames  :  mai  .  noble  title  :  ruling lady of ninestars ,  knight  of  ninestars  .  both  " my  lady "  and  " ser  " are appropriate to address her , but  for those looking to make a good impression , she has  a  slight preference  for  the  latter  .  date  of  birth  :  january 10  .  age  :  30  .  birthplace  :  ninestars  ,  the  vale  of  arryn  .  home  :  ninestars  .  nationality  :  valeman , westerosi  .  gender  :  cis  woman  .  pronouns  :  she / her / hers  .  orientation  :  bisexual  biromantic  , sapphic lean .  monikers  :  the fairy knight  .  languages  :  the  common  tongue  ( fluent ) , trade tongue ( basics ) .  accent  :  despite moments of surliness  , her voice is ( to her , anyway ) frustratingly bright by default . often measured with her words , literally biting her tongue .

#  physical  information .

faceclaim  :  anna  sawai  .  ethnicity  :  japanese  .  hair  :  inky  black  , long and straight , frequently worn up and back .  carefully - maintained blunt ends . eyes  :  dark  brown  ,  almost  black  .  often has a defiant look in eye . height  :  5'2"  /  160cm  .  build  :  compact  ,  abundant muscle ripples under a fairly lithe frame .  scent  :  tba  .  dominant  hand  :  ambidextrous  .  taught  to  favor  her  right  hand  , though she  has been known to switch  hands  mid - combat  to  bewilder opponents  .  allergies  :  none known  .  scars  :  numerous  , mostly old cuts and scrapes she neglected to treat for scarring .  notably has one cutting through the tail - end of her right eyebrow . distinguishing  features  :  long , willowy fingers contrasted with calloused palms .  clothing  style  :  skews toward the practical  , often wearing shirt and trousers outside of court . still , she appreciates fineries and gowns as well , easily  trading  out  plain  clothes  for  silks  and sparkling  jewelry and managing to look the part .  but she'll stain the hem of her skirts with grass and mud , or tie them up and away for more freedom of movement , at the first opportunity .

#  personality .

label  :  the crimson  , the action girl , the heroine .  mbti  :  test in progress ...  enneagram  :  test in progress ...  element  :  earth  .  star  sign  :  capricorn  .  temperament  :  choleric  .  character  inspirations  :  shiv roy ( succession )  , mizu ( blue eye samurai ) , sabitha frey née vypren ( asoiaf ) , dacey mormont ( asoiaf ) .  deadly  sin  :  wrath  & hubris .  heavenly  virtue  :  diligence  .  godly  parent  :  tba  .

#  drives .

hobbies  :  swordfighting , traveling , equestrianism  , flower arranging , gardening .  religion  :  faith  of  the  seven  . dabbled with the old gods before her knighting .  alliance  :  house  templeton  . publicly , house arryn as well .  personal  goals  :  for the short - term : win at a tourney , gain prestige as a knight , outgrow the moniker of " fairy knight . " for the long - term , improve infrastructure on templeton lands , whether with or without the help of house arryn .  would  they  choose  family  or  power  ?  her family  in a more prominent place of power , acknowledged for all its worth .

#  familial  ties .

parent  one  :  ser  symond  templeton†  .  relationship  :  mutually  respectful  .  a bit more reverence on her end since his passing . parent  two  :  androw  templeton  né  farman  .  relationship  :  close  ,  supportive  .  worries about her clinical , detached approach to ruling ninestars , but understands it's in maika's nature . spouse  :  unwed  ,  unbetrothed  ,  evaluating potential  matches  .  relationship  :  not yet applicable  .  brother  :  lord  heir  tomoya  templeton†  .  relationship  :  rivalry  of  the  sibling  variety ,  ultimately  loving  .  siblings  :  lord / lady / liege  templeton  &  lord / lady / liege  templeton  .  relationship  :  tba , but friction is likely .

    narrative  ...

you began life a half - step behind your brother . and by the gods , you loved him ( even before you could form words , form thoughts ) . but from the moment you understood that tomoya was stronger , faster , and smarter than you , it became your life's goal to surpass him . and while one father worried it would cause a rift , your other father , the knight of ninestars himself , encouraged a competitive atmosphere in his home . when your two younger siblings were born , you competed with them too , but you'd already determined that your older brother was your greatest rival of all .

you were a bit too young to join in when tomoya started his swordsmanship lessons . couldn't even wrap your tiny hands around the hilt of a training sword . but even all those years ago , you were nothing if not determined . you sneaked away from your septa , observed from a distance , and broke branches from scraggly mountain trees , all to practice stances and techniques . on the day your fathers finally permit you to start your own combat lessons , you rejoiced .

at two and ten , you were sent to squire for lady myriame of house hornwood . though you visited your ancestral home several times as a squire , you did not call ninestars home again until after your knighting at eight and ten . travel between the north and the vale fostered a love of being on the road , whether on - foot , horseback , or by boat . you spent the next decade or so on venturing the continent ( and beyond , on a couple occasions ) , sometimes partaking in the tourney circuit , trying to prove yourself as a knight .

( plotting for wc incoming ... ) .

your father's passing so soon after tomoya's was a devastating blow . but determination , or simply stubbornness , remained your paramount trait . you vowed to continue your father's legacy , and began to rule the templeton lands with an iron fist — though it was all out of love for the people and your family .

#  wanted  connections .

child of the ruling liege she squired for :  tbd . sent to the main . this connection could go a lot of ways : strictly platonic , a bit contentious , distant because she hasn't seen them in 10 years , or anything else ! bonus : i have a cheeky lil hc that her squiring was also set - up for a betrothal , although that wasn't known by anyone but their parents until recently . whether because she became heir , or something else , it fizzled out , but now that she's the ruling lady of ninestars , perhaps there's been renewed interest . can be from any region , because her late father had interest in forging alliances outside of the vale . taken by shyra hornwood

allies : political . while theirs is a house bound by code and loyalty and honor , becoming an equal player in the game of thrones has lead to a shift of philosophy within house templeton . before the eyes of court , they are faithful to house arryn as ever , but privately , deals are being made . house templeton is worth more than it has been utilized , with vast lands and riches even before being elevated from the label of landed knights . it isn't rebellion , not yet , but maika has been tending to seeds her late father planted . garin allyrion , gwayne florent , open to others outside of the vale

friends : platonic . shockingly , maika has some of these ! they are few and far between , yes , but they do exist . sebastian grafton , open to others ( but , like , just a few )

rivals : platonic ? negative ? romantic ? these muses are not her one true rival ( that spot is reserved for tomoya , forever ) , but they are close . fellow knights , or at least fellow swordfighting enthusiasts , they spar together , try to one - up each other , taunt one another at tourneys . ultimately , though , there's an undercurrent of respect — maika wouldn't think your muse is worthy of her time if she didn't . potential for one to be a good enemies - to - lovers arc , methinks . rhea greyjoy , elias baratheon , elowyn harlaw , open to others

enemies and adversaries : negative . she  always  tries  to  be  cordial ,  to be more palatable . but maika has  a  strong  personality ,  high  standards ,  and a competitive spirit , all of which have the potential to make her divisive . and a born hater . naturally  , that  can  breed  animosity  , whether on  her  end ,  someone  else's ,  or  both . perrin rogare , open to others

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Kicking and screaming because my OCs won’t leave me alone make them stop please

GODDAMMIT

Here’s Helena Lionne

Name: Helena “The Siren” Lionne

Associated fanfic: Hearing Problems

Age: 66 at time of death

Appearance:

(Face claims. Younger, Jane Fonda; older, Charlize Theron, both edited for hair type)

Thick unruly dark blonde hair and honey brown eyes. Slim figure, petite, around 5’4” height. Freckles. Sly smirk. Has kept herself in good shape and could pass for at least ten years younger than her true age prior to her death.

Loose comfortable clothes, button-up shirts that she might just tie off at the waist rather than buttoning when the weather is warmer, loose shorts or long flowing skirts. Heavy leather boots. In her younger years, she was almost never seen without her brown leather tricorne hat, but that has since been passed down to her granddaughter.

A pair of ornate daggers, ivory hilts carved with lioness heads at each of their bases, passed down to her granddaughter after her death.

Personality:

Fiery, passionate, idealistic, driven, ambitious, seductive. She was never opposed to using her beauty and charisma to get her way—it was better than violence, after all; but she was ruthless when she needed to be. She didn’t always know exactly what she was doing in her younger years, but she knew where she was headed and planned to get there by any means necessary. Ultimately she achieved her goal and became one of the most feared and revered pirates in the world, and in a fairly short time, though her heyday was a little short-lived before she retired. Still, she retired from it fulfilled and happy with her lot in life, elated to have been an influence to future generations that might want to follow their dreams free of oppression and adversity.

Her time as a pirate was cut short in starting a family, and certain mistakes and regrets did weigh heavily enough on her that she didn’t want to see her sons follow in her footsteps. She calmed down significantly as she settled into motherhood, gained a great deal more patience and serenity. Still enjoyed her rum and her wine with her old crew in her downtime, still talked fondly about old times, but she kept it hidden from her children for as long as she possibly could.

Abilities/talents/powers:

Blades: Primarily daggers and throwing knives, though she’s decent with other one-handed weapons, took the time to learn to wield them to give her an advantage in combat—to be able to pick up the weapon of a fallen enemy and use it if need be. Her fighting style relies primarily on agility and evasion, however, which made daggers her best friend. Also not above delivering a cold shot to the nuts in a pinch.

Haki: Was unmatched in Armament Haki, and focused primarily on it, though she was fairly adept with Conquerer’s Haki.

Devil Fruit: Mizu Mizu no Mi (Logia type: Water). Perhaps one of the most dangerous Logia type fruits in existence, and made her nearly impossible to combat when she consumed it in her early twenties. She might not have been able to come in contact with seawater, but she gained the ability to control water of any kind, or become water at will. Keep in mind that the human body is around sixty percent water and make of that whatever you will.

Music: The first half of her moniker, “The Siren,” Helena had a strong talent for music. Her preferred instrument was a classical acoustic guitar she had carried with her for most of her life, which her second and youngest son stole when he set out to become a pirate, but she was adept in most string instruments, as well as piano, and had a singing voice that could make any man weak at the knees.

Seduction: The second half of her moniker. Beautiful from her younger years and right up to the time of her death, Henea had absolutely no hang-ups about using her womanly wiles to get her way or get herself out of trouble. No shame in using any gift she had, be it learned or innate.

Relationships/affiliations:

Monkey D. Garp: Childhood best friend, first love, eventually husband, eventually ex-husband. Really her only true love throughout the course of her life. They fell out twice in their lives, and the second time ended up being permanent. Met when they were children, after Helena ran away from an abusive Marine father and stowed away on a pirate ship, the crew of which dropped her in Foosha Village when they discovered her. She lied and said her parents were pirates, but eventually admitted the truth when it became too difficult a lie to keep up. Garp’s father was also a Marine, as well as an older brother; his father was more than a little bit of an asshole as well, a bonding point for the two youths, and they made a pact to set out together as pirates before he could be forced to enlist himself. They left when she was fifteen and he was sixteen, stealing his father’s personal sloop to do so. Their first falling out occurred a few years later, when a firefight with a Marine ship resulted in the death of Garp’s older brother, the captain aboard the ship they sunk. She didn’t see him for several years after the fact, when he was a Marine captain himself in the North Blue. She gave herself up in exchange for the safety of her crew, in no small part because she couldn’t stand the thought of facing him in battle. In the long journey from the North Blue to Marineford, their romance quickly rekindled and she became pregnant. She and Garp conspired to contact her crew, stage a firefight with them to “rescue” her that he would intentionally lose in order to ensure she be taken to safety, under the condition that she retired from piracy for them to raise their child in a safe environment.

Monkey D. Dragon: First son. Didn’t exactly have a bad relationship with his mother, but her pushing him to try to get along with his often absent father eventually drove a wedge between them.

Lyon D. Rollo (OC): Born Monkey. D. Rollo. Second son, several years younger than Dragon. Essentially looked up to his older brother as a father figure due to Garp rarely being around (it was dangerous for Garp to be there; his marriage to Helena came in complete secrecy, and his superiors discovering it could easily result in him being arrested and potentially executed for treason, but both he and Helena kept this from their children for as long as possible). He ultimately blamed Garp for driving Dragon away, grew to resent his father deeply, refused to even accept his surname and took instead a variation of his mother’s when he set out on his own. Found out from one of his mother’s old crewmates about her history as a pirate, quickly decided that sounded a lot better than living and dying on a tiny island cut off from the rest of the world. Took a few momentos from home (including his mother’s tricorne and guitar), stole a sloop, and set out on his own at around the age of thirteen. Didn’t see his mother again for perhaps a decade. Didn’t reveal his relation to her to many, but the more he learned about her history the prouder he was to be her son.

Karimi Lionne (OC): Daughter of Lyon D. Rollo, Helena’s granddaughter. Helena took the girl in when she was barely four years old, after she ate a devil fruit (Kiku Kiku no Mi, unofficial name, seems a paramecia type that grants the user the ability to hear other’s thoughts) and her father, not much older than twenty, wholly realized how unsafe it was to have her aboard his ship. Helena agreed to take her in, under the condition that her son not have any contact with her until she was an adult, to avoid Karimi having ant influence toward becoming a pirate herself. Lyon was understandably reluctant to agree, but he ultimately did—especially when his mother threatened to take out his ship herself if she ever saw his flag on the horizon before Karimi turned eighteen. Helena raised her for ten years, taught her everything she knew—daggers, throwing knives, survival skills, music, any and everything that might help Karimi survive and thrive should she ever decide to set out on her own in any capacity. In addition, Helena used Armanent Haki to keep Karimi’s devil fruit abilities locked away, largely for the safety and sanity of her granddaughter. The pair of them were thick as thieves, and Helena was the only mother figure Karimi ever knew.

Janx (OC): Lyon D. Rollo’s first mate. Met him briefly when they brought Karimi to her. Janx’s total lack of self control led him to flirt heavily with the older woman, and Helena found him incredibly amusing for it, definitely flirted back. Nothing came of it, except for the immense discomfort of her son.

Marine Admiral Jackson “Volcano” Vesper (OC): Helena’s first mate was captured and killed by Jackson Vesper’s father, a Marine captain, when Jackson himself was still a cadet. Helena in turn flew off the handle and took revenge on the man, killing him with her bare hands, decapitating him, and personally delivering his head to Marine headquarters. Took out several Marine ships amid their getaway. The younger Vesper lost both his father and several close friends that day, not to mention his own left eye and ear, leaving that side of his face grotesquely scarred for the rest of his life. The mental and emotional scars were far worse, however, and he was left bent on revenge against the woman. At some point he consumed the Mera Mera no Mi and gained dominion over fire (precursor to Fire Fist Ace). In his hunt for Helena after she disappeared from the seas, he became suspicious of a young captain called Lyon D. Rollo, who bore a remarkable resemblance to his mortal nemesis in both name and appearance. He sought out Lyon and destroyed his first ship, killing most of Lyon’s crew in the process, including his wife—but Vesper’s second in command aboard his own ship was Garp, and he put a stop to the massacre himself, knocking out Admiral Vesper and calling for ceasefire, allowing his son and what little remained of his crew to escape on a dinghy. The incident left Vesper fiercely suspicious of Garp as well. It was this suspicion that led the now Admiral to search Garp’s office while they were both stationed in Marineford years later, where he found locked away letters between Garp and Helena—as well as coordinates to an uncharted island on the Grand Line, an island so close to the calm belt and so far from anything else that it was all but unheard of for any Log Posse to attune to it. He took an unsanctioned crew with him that were too afraid of the ruthless Admiral to go against his orders, sought out Helena, and exacted his revenge at last, slaughtering the woman and everyone in the village of Conch Cove, many of whom were her old crewmates; with the sole exception of her fourteen year old granddaughter, who he left there for dead as some sick poetic justice that truly only made sense in his own twisted mind. He told the girl she should “consider it a lesson of what happens to pirate whores and filth.” Vesper and his crew (those who hadn’t perished fighting with Helena and her old crew) returned to Marineford with Helena’s head, just as the pirate once had with his father’s. All involved were quickly arrested, executed for mass murder and misuse of World Government resources. Vesper was still laughing right up to the moment his head fell from his shoulders.