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bjorkshire-pudding · 6 months ago
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ddevours · 3 months ago
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 ✦ㅤ  .ㅤ  ˚ㅤ dança de espadas ( projeto )
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fighting-and-drawing · 5 months ago
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It came as no surprise to me that Mitsunari’s ability to aim was somewhat south of negative forty-two. His tosses got nowhere near the person he threw to, but that just added to the silliness of it. It went on this way for a good half hour or so, until I had the temari and Mitsunari ran straight toward me. I tossed it to Hikosane, but Mitsunari, distracted by the sudden appearance of Hideyoshi in the yard, was unable to stop his forward motion.
… and that’s how Mitsunari and I ended up in the ornamental fish pond.
-Chapter 11, A Mitsunari Night's Dream
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Thank you, @the12thnightproject, for the commission of Katsu and Mitsunari! If anyone else would like a commission, feel free to check out the link here.
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teecupangel · 11 months ago
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The otome game is called Ikemen Sengoku
https://www.tumblr.com/chasing-storm-s/721651359035932673/mais-guide-to-life-in-the-sengoku-period?source=share
Better believe Desmond would apply these lessons
It would be so funny if Desmond was transported in Ikemen Sengoku after his death and he believes that he was just transported into his world’s past.
So he does the first thing he thought of…
Look for the Japanese Brotherhood.
He knows they should exist.
By the time Altaïr was 80, they had gotten in contact with Japan and had been building their own Brotherhood.
Desmond still remembered that.
And, hey, it’s the 15th century.
All he needs is a ship and a crew and he can sail to Italy to be with Ezio after he gets some help from the Japanese Brotherhood.
He already had his ‘cover story’ all worked out.
He’s a descendant of the Ibn-La'Ahads and he got shipwrecked while chasing a Templar who he already killed.
(Something in the back of his head that smelled like the sea and rum felt like it was laughing at his cover story but he just ignored that)
He’ll help out in exchange for them helping him secure a ship.
And then…
He saw her.
It was the way she carried herself.
The words she spoke.
He knew…
She was just like him.
Unfortunately, she was always surrounded by high ranking-
No.
By freaking daimyos.
Desmond has no idea how this young woman managed to get entangled with the most powerful men in this era but he has this sense of responsibility to look after her since they’re in the same boat.
… and he needed information.
The young woman looked like she had been in this situation far longer than him and he has not found any clues that the Japanese Brotherhood even exists so she’s his best lead.
So… he infiltrates Azuchi.
And…
What the hell was up with all these guys???
Why were they all drop dead gorgeous??? Something was absolutely off with this situation.
Look.
Desmond wasn’t vain and he has high standards when it comes to beauty (thanks, Ezio) but, my god, they all looked like they could be a boy band, not the warlords ordering people to die for this and that reason.
When he finally manages to get to the young woman, she had been absolutely surprised to see him, not because he did appear in her bedroom out of nowhere but because he was a foreigner.
And he learned two things:
(1) She’s been here for a while and she has a friend named Sasuke who is trying to find a way to bring her back to her present day
(2) She’s not weirded out by the fact she’s surrounded by hot dudes. Sure, she thinks they’re handsome but she doesn’t think this is weird.
And that’s when Oda Nobunaga came upon them.
They managed to bluff their way into making it seem like Desmond is a foreign ninja (not exactly wrong?) who had been close to her family and that he was there to help her get back to her family.
He knows Oda Nobunaga doesn’t believe that but he also let Desmond stay.
Obviously to keep an eye on him but Desmond’s going to let it go because…
Something is off with this entire thing and being this close to the biggest evidence (all warlords are hot) and his only clue (the young woman named Mai) are his best bet to figuring out what the hell is happening here.
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When he saw the warlords of Kasugayama Castle, he flipflops between “of course they’re all handsome too” and “whhhhyyy???”
Desmond takes a backseat over the entire thing. He doesn’t help with the fighting because he doesn’t have enough information to know if there is even a right side in this one or if both sides are selfish bastards destroying the peace of the land for their own greed. Of course, because he is staying with the Azuchi Warlords, he can be persuaded… maybe. He still remembers the Auditores’ loyalty to the Medici and George Washington’s betrayal so it’s a toss up.
He doesn’t trust Oda Nobunaga but he is polite when he’s talking to him. He starts to warm up to him once he starts to learn about Nobunaga’s ideas that were surprisingly progressive considering the time.
Mai becomes like a younger sister to him and he even gives her some self-defense lessons (sorry, Mitsuhide)
Oh, speaking of Mitsuhide. They’re completely suspicious of one another. Desmond doesn’t know enough of history to know that Mitsuhide is supposed to betray Nobunaga and his suspicion is based on Mitsuhide’s actions.
He’s nice to Masamune because he saw him caring for his troops. His bartender skills comes to play once and that’s how he learned how Masamune can’t hold his liquor.
He and Tokugawa butt heads a lot because Tokugawa thinks of him as a freeloader. After that, he hunted and smacked Tokugawa with raw meat and… that’s the start of their sorta feud XD
Hideyoshi and him get along quite well, especially since he saw Hideyoshi treat Mai like a big brother. He thinks “finally, a reasonable dude” then sees how devoted he is to Nobunaga and goes “ah, nevermind”. Still, he and Hideyoshi are what many would call… friends.
Mitsunari reminds him of Leonardo and Shaun combined so he has a soft spot for him. He tries not to show it and Hideyoshi finds it adorable.
And just when Desmond was trying to get a hang of his life here, Sasuke finally gets in touch with Mai and Sasuke recognizes him…
As Desmond Miles, the modern day protagonist of the first 5 games of Ubisoft’s Assassin’s Creed franchise.
(So @princesslikefanfics likes Mitsuhide and I played the early sections of Nobunaga and that’s why Mai is following the Azuchi Warlords route. If anyone wants an idea of him with the Kasugayama Warlords, let me know XD)
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and-then-she-died-tm · 2 months ago
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I HAVE A QUESTION FOR THE IKESEN FANDOM
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syneilesis · 1 year ago
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[fic] a quiet glow
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a quiet glow
Ikemen Sengoku | Naoe Kanetsugu x Main Character!Reader | G | 1.3k words ao3 link
Making no sound Yet burning with love, Fireflies far More than chirping insects, Move me. —Minamoto no Shigeyuki
A/N: For @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess's Summer Days Sultry Nights event. It's my first time participating in an event! :D The prompt I chose is fireflies and it's a Kanetsugu fluff fic. Dividers by saradika. Forgive the slightly anachronistic prose lol
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I haven’t seen fireflies since I was a child.
It had been a passing remark, a slide of fingers across the textured roll of fabric patterned with glowing fireflies. In your gaze an odd sheen flickered and faded – blinked away – that Kanetsugu caught, stole his steps and his attention. But you’d already moved on to the next item.
He lingered, however, arrested by this seemingly negligible thing, eyes falling upon the object in question – a column of benighted forest hue, spattered with yellow-green dots that counted as lights, nostalgic in a way that invited a quiet contemplation.
You hadn’t seen fireflies since you were a child.
Later, as he’d lay with you on the futon, your warmth seeping into his skin, Kanetsugu would dream of floating orbs amidst a beautiful night, playfully dancing, up and up and up.
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“Summer is upon us,” Sasuke said, falling into step beside him.
Kanetsugu ignored the man. He had just finished meeting with Lord Kenshin for an update about his territories and was on his way to the library when the ninja suddenly appeared.
It didn’t deter Sasuke at least. “Make sure your face is UV-protected.”
Not knowing what that meant, Kanetsugu continued walking.
But Sasuke kept on, unbothered by the lack of conversational reciprocation, “You’ve already done well with your body – covered and all that.” He glanced at Kanetsugu’s clothes, then hummed in thought. “I suppose it’s not that difficult to invent sunscreen …”
Kanetsugu let Sasuke talk some more.
“That reminds me – according to my calculations, it’s approximately three weeks from now that the Nigami Firefly Festival will begin.”
That rendered Kanetsugu pause.
He turned to Sasuke, felt his brows dip low. “What?”
“I once took my niece to a firefly viewing in Joetsu – which, by the way, is the future name of –”
“I see,” Kanetsugu interrupted. He pivoted to another hallway and left the ninja blinking, confused.
He’d forgo the library today, it seemed.
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Lord Kenshin ordered Kanetsugu to quell a minor rebellion three towns away. That required him to travel a week or two, depending on the size of the men and the number of horses his lord would allow him.
On the way to his destination, he and his men stopped by a village at the foot of a mountain to spend the night. The villagers were welcoming of them, having met Kanetsugu a year before in another mission. He was a familiar and memorable face, one that brought a delighted smile upon the village leader – and a score of young women.
“Lord Kanetsugu,” the leader greeted him warmly, “it is an honor to have you rest for the night in our humble village.”
They made him and his men a sumptuous dinner – rather, a feast – which he tried to refuse at first. But his companions stared at the offerings with great eagerness, so Kanetsugu relented with a condition or two.
In the middle of the meal a girl came up to him with large, trusting eyes and an enthusiastic smile, and told him, “There are pretty dancing lights outside!”
Food set aside, Kanetsugu permitted the child to lead him to the forest right outside the village. They walked for a while, the child never breaking pace, and before Kanetsugu questioned the girl’s knowledge of the area she skidded to a halt, spun around to grab Kanetsugu’s hand, and with a vibrating grin she proclaimed, “We’re here!”
Kanetsugu blinked and looked around, and found what the girl was talking about. He heard himself take a sharp inhale, his body frozen taut with a memory.
Moments later he patted the girl’s hand on his and murmured, “Thank you.”
As they stood there, an idea formed within Kanetsugu’s mind.
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“Clear your schedule for a week,” Kanetsugu announced right after coming back from his mission, opening the sliding door of his office with solid intent. “We will go somewhere.”
Perched at the center of the room, you paused from your work, wide-eyed surprise melting into excitement. The garment you’d been commissioned splayed on your lap like fishtail. “Oh! Is it a date?”
A barbed denial spiked through his mouth, but you’re blooming like an eager flower facing the sun, so he swallowed that reflex. Instead he answered, “Yes.”
Your smile rivaled the sun, your hands curling to form a heart. Kanetsugu squinted, and shifted his stance. “Then I’m looking forward to it!”
Kanetsugu exhaled, tamped down the rush of heat in his veins, and went back to work.
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The journey back to the village went faster than last time. The residents welcomed them again cordially, and you and Kanetsugu stayed there for a while before he took your hand and led you outside.
He remembered the directions the little girl took the first time. Night had arrived, the full moon illumining the leaves with its silver light. It was also a good time for stargazing, but Kanetsugu had another plan in mind.
“Where are we going?” you asked, your voice inquisitive, your hand kept warm in his.
When Kanetsugu peered at your expression, shafts of moonlight sliced through the canopy and grazed parts of your face, one iris aglow – a tenebrist diptych of curiosity. It made you seem ethereal, a part of the forest night’s wonder. Something translucent and could easily slip through fingers. Kanetsugu let out a quiet breath, returned his attention to the front, quelled the nervous pace of his heart.
He stopped all of a sudden, which elicited a sound from you, almost colliding with him. Still holding your hand, Kanetsugu whirled around, and the spill of moonlight shifted to illuminate your whole face.
“Watch,” he said.
And you studied your surroundings, waiting for anything. Then: one by one, in the near-complete darkness, they sprung to life. Fireflies. Little yellow-gold lights playfully whirling and twirling in the air. One brushed past Kanetsugu's nose and then flickered away, and your silverbell laughter filled the spattered night.
“They’re beautiful,” you tell Kanetsugu, the curve of your mouth soft and warm. You extended a hand, palm up, and one hovered for a couple of seconds then moved on. The look you gave him afterwards arrested him. “Thank you for taking me here.”
“After what you’d said before, I had to do something at the very least.”
There’s a puzzled silence, your head tilting in question.
“You haven’t seen fireflies since you were a child,” he elaborated.
It wasn’t immediate when you put the pieces together. But when you did, surprise rippled throughout your body, and Kanetsugu was tempted to push closed your gaping mouth.
“Did I say that?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
Kanetsugu sighed. “When you were perusing some fabrics in the market. There was one designed with fireflies, and you commented upon it.”
“Oh,” you said, dazed. “You remembered that? I didn’t!”
“Of course I remembered,” he said, tone almost offended. But then – a whisper: “I remember everything when it comes to you.”
It sounded like a confession, but you knew the depth of Kanetsugu’s love and devotion. Still – it felt embarrassing. Vulnerable, even.
Still.
“Kanetsugu,” you breathed. Like a prayer. Like a marvel. Like the hundreds of fireflies dancing around them.
Kanetsugu swallowed.
“I love you,” you said, impeccably, implacably, an arrow hitting dead center. “I love you so much, Kanetsugu.”
He exhaled a long breath. “I know. And I you.”
You smiled, and it was more radiant and more beautiful than the fireflies and the moon and the star-filled sky tonight. You stepped closer to Kanetsugu, wrapped your arms around him tight, and sighed happily. He reciprocated the act, his arms molding snugly across your back.
Around you the fireflies continued dancing, their lights burning brightly.
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writingwhimsey · 1 year ago
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Congrats on your milestone!!!! 🥹🎊🎉 May I request a crack fic with Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi (or your warlords of choice) Body Swap or Roommates? 😂Sorry Hideyoshi 😅🙏🏻
Sorry this one took so long, but well...oh this one was fun! Also... it MAY have gotten a little on the long side *cough* 3500 words *cough* I hope you enjoy! Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide body swap crack for the win!
A Wish Gone Awry
Hideyoshi glared at Mitsuhide as he held him against one of the castle walls. Mitsuhde, looked unaffected as always, giving Hideyoshi a teasing silver smile. “Oh, Hideyoshi I had no idea you felt so strongly about me.”
“One of these days you’re going to have to let me in.” Hideyoshi replied, still angry. “I will find out your secrets and if it’s anything I don’t like…”
The chatelaine sighed as she watched the exchange. “Can you two stop already?” She asked as she came up to them, putting a hand on each of them and trying to force them apart. “We’re all on the same side, so let’s just not try to hurt each other okay.”
Hideyoshi sighed as he released Mitsuhide. Mitsuhide just smiled as he brushed his robes back into place. “You really don’t need to worry about this.” Hideyoshi told her, patting her head in that brotherly way of his.
“Yes little mouse. One would think you’d be used to seeing us like this by now.” Mitsuhide replied, that cheshire smile on his face.
“Well, I don’t like seeing my friends fighting.” She replied, glaring at them both. “Unless this is some kinda weird foreplay for the two of you, I don’t wanna see it again.”
Hideyoshi blinked as he looked at her. “W-what…”
Mitsuhide practically doubled over laughing. “Oh, little mouse, you are so entertaining.” He told her. “I haven’t laughed like that…in a long time.”
She just glared at the two of them, doing her best impression of Hideyoshi’s scold face. “Just TRY to get along will you?!” She was then walking off in a huff.
Later that night, the chatelaine sat out on the veranda outside her room after a bath. Her mind kept wandering to Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide even as she looked up at the stars. As she gazed up, her eyes found a shooting star. Though it seemed childish, she closed her eyes and made a wish on that star.
“I wish Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide could understand each other and learn to get along better.” She whispered to herself. She did not know that her little wish would kick off events that would cause chaos the likes of which she had never dreamed could exist.
The next morning…
Hideyoshi woke and stretched early in the morning. He had been up late the previous night…having to stop Lord Nobunaga from eating too much konpeito…and then having to find another hiding place for it.
Hideyoshi sat up and let out a yawn before rubbing his eyes. He honestly felt even more tired than he thought he would. His neck ached in a way that suggested he had been looking over reports instead of making the castle rounds.
Slowly, his senses came to him and that was when the familiar scent of incense tickled his nose. It wasn’t the usual sandal wood and tobacco scent that filled his room. No this scent…it was the incense Mitsuhide burned.
Hideyoshi’s bleary eyes instantly came into focus the room around him suddenly sharp and clear. “This…this isn’t…this is Mitsuhide’s manor…how in the eight hells am I here?”
The door was sliding open then and Kyubei entered. “My lord, what are you doing in bed? This isn’t like you.”
Hideyoshi blinked. “What…what are you talking about?” He asked. “This…this is some kind of joke isn’t it?”
Kyubei sighed. “My lord, this is exactly why I am always telling you to take better care of yourself.”  He said. “I’ll have the maids get you breakfast together.” He was then leaving.
Hideyoshi was getting up and running over to the desk and picking up a hand mirror. He looked into it and found Mitsuhide’s face staring back at him. “That…that bastard! I don’t know what he did, but I know this was his doing somehow.”
Meanwhile MItsuhide…
Mitsuhide woke with what appeared to be a pounding headache. He was no stranger to discomfort, but it was usually an aching back or neck from sitting up all night looking over reports and sending out letters. This…this felt like stress.
It was then that Mitsuhide was hit with a familiar scent…sandalwood and tobacco. “My, my…” He murmured as his eyes opened. “How did I end up here?” It was surprising to him that as he spoke, he didn’t hear his own voice, but Hideyoshi’s.
“Curious.” He muttered before getting up and looking down at himself. His hands weren’t his own…the body wrapped in a green night robe and not the familiar lithe frame he was used to, but bulkier. He was then picking up a hand mirror when he was ready to test out the theory that had already been forming in his mind.
“Well, well what an interesting turn of events.” He mused as he looked at the reflection showing Hideyoshi’s face.
A maid was coming in then, carrying a tray. “I have your breakfast ready Lord Hideyoshi.” She said, bowing. “The princess is already here trying to get Lord Mitsunari to eat his breakfast. She said that was something she didn’t want you to have to worry about.”
Right…Hideyoshi’s motherhen nature. And our little seamstress trying to help everyone else. He thought to himself. “Yes, yes that is just like her. Thank you.” He said.
The maid seemed surprised by the manner in which Mitsuhide spoke to her, but bowed. “Well… if you need anything just let me know.” She replied before bowing and exiting.
“Oh right, Hideyoshi talks to his maids more.” Mitsuhide mused. “Oh well…of course this is an opportunity I cannot afford to waste.”
Later…
Hideyoshi, in Mitsuhide’s body was scouring the castle for that sly kitsune in a Hideyoshi suit. I have to find myself. He thought as he searched everywhere. He had gotten ready and headed out to his own manor as quickly as possible, but was told Lord Hideyoshi has already left for the day.
“Ugh, I have to find that bastard.” Hideyoshi muttered under his breath, still having a hard time believing that every time he spoke it was Mitsuhide’s voice he heard instead of his own.
“It’s been hours…and he;s not even TRYING.” Hideyoshi muttered as he continued to look through the castle for Mitsuhide.
“Mitsuhide…”
Hideyoshi turned at the sound of the princess’s voice. “Oh….uh…”
She smiled at him. “I hear you’ve been looking for Hideyoshi. You aren’t going to provoke him again are you?” She asked.
“Of course not.” Hideyoshi answered, a frown on his face…er Mitsuhide’s face. Wait…that wasn’t a very Mitsuhide-like answer. He thought. He groaned internally. “I…I mean why ever would I do that?” Hideyoshi replied, doing his best to think like Mitsuhide.
The princess gave him a funny look. “Are you feeling okay, Mitsuhide?” She asked.
“Yes, perfectly fine.” Hideyoshi answered, still having a hard time answering to that name.
“You know, you both really do work too hard.” She said, a concerned look on her face. “I think you’re both a lot more alike than you realize…I just wish you two would get along.”
Hideyoshi felt guilty looking into her eyes. She really was so kind and caring…that’s why he wanted to look out for her. “Do you know where Mit…I mean Hideyoshi is?”
“Last I saw him he was headed into town.” She answered him, her eyes still holding concern.
“Did he mention where he was going?”
The princess shook her head. “No. He seemed to be in a rush though…the maids have said he’s not acting like himself.”
Hideyoshi nodded. Well of course not. Because I’m him and he’s me! He then let out a small sigh. “I wish I could help, but I must be off. I have to find him.” Then without thinking he lifted a hand to pat her head as he always did.
The princess looked up at him with wide eyes. “Mitsu…hide…?”
Hideyoshi let out an awkward cough…once again a not very Mitsuhide-like thing, but he couldn’t think about that right now…also he hated lying and deceit. “I just…thought you looked like…you were missing your big brother.” He said…yes that sounded like something Mitsuhide would say.
“Well…I am…but…it’s weird when you do it…” She replied, though something in her eyes said that the gesture still felt the same. Almost as if she could detect the truth.
“Well…I’ll see you later.” He said before quickly hurrying off. He didn’t want her to know. This wasn’t something that needed to get out.
Hideyoshi made his way into town guilt riddling him at how he left the princess looking…and to top it off he knew he was supposed to take her into town shopping later. That might have been one of the reasons she had looked so sad and concerned. He loved taking her shopping and spoiling her.
“I’ll just have to make it up to her another time.” He thought as he continued through the town. I have to think…where would Mistuhide go upon finding out he was in MY body?
Hideyoshi’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone crying. Hideyoshi, though he was in Mitsuhide’s body, couldn’t help himself from being himself. He made his way over to the sound of the crying and that was where he found several familiar faces…all women he considered friends in the town.
“Excuse me ladies, what seems to be the matter?” He asked.
The women looked up at him, surprise in their eyes. “Oh, Lord Mitsuhide…” Sodoko said. “We… pardon us…it’s nothing.”
“Have you ladies…seen Hideyoshi by any chance?” He asked, almost hesitantly.
“Oh that…ugh…yes we’ve seen him.” Another of the women answered, her voice sounding angry.
“Is…is he why you’re all so upset?”
Sodoko and the other women exchanged a look before she spoke up. “Yes…he was… he was being rather mean. Normally he is kind when refuting our offers…but he practically ignored us all. It’s just…it’s not like him.”
Hideyoshi groaned once again. I knew that damn kitsune would be ruining my reputation. “I’ll make sure to find him and straighten him out for you ladies.” Hdieyoshi said. “I am so sorry for what he has done.” He was then handing them all handkerchiefs he happened to carry before walking off.
The women were all staring after him in utter confusion.
As Hideyoshi continued to search for Mitsuhide, he kept running into various people he knew… and they ALL had an encounter with “Hideyoshi” and were all saying how out of character he was and describing insane antics that Hideyoshi would never do.
“It’s going to take me YEARS to undo the damage he has done in just a single day…assuming I can ever get back to my body.” Hideyoshi muttered as he made his way back to the castle after having learned someone had seen “Hideyoshi” heading back there.
Meanwhile Mitsuhide…
After causing some trouble in town, Mitsuhide in his Hideyoshi suit, headed back to the castle. When he walked into the halls, he happened to see the princess walking around, carrying some missives, she appeared to be delivering. Though she was lost in thought and not paying too much attention to her surroundings.
Oh little mouse…you have made this TOO EASY. He thought with a grin as he walked up behind her. “There you are.” He said, leaning down to speak directly into her ear.
The princess jumped and let out a shriek of surprise. She was then reaching back and slapping his chest almost on instinct. She blinked in surprise as Mitsuhide caught her hand. “H-Hideyoshi?” She asked. “I would…”
“Were you expecting someone else?” He asked, wearing a cheshire grin, somehow making that expression appear on Hideyoshi’s face as if it belonged there.
“I…I would have thought…that it would be Mitsuhide…” She replied, looking so confused.
Mitsuhide grinned. “But it is me.”
“Yeah…speaking of Mistuhide was looking for you earlier.” She replied. “He… he didn’t seem like himself.”
Mitsuhide had to school “his” expression, though amusement still danced in “his” eyes. Oh, I bet he is just frantic. “Yes, well he can continue to look for me for a while.” Mitsuhide replied, relishing this opportunity. “Why don’t you and I take a break together and go into town?”
The princess looked up at him. “I have some work to finish up first…and don’t you have a lot to do? I thought we were going to go shopping later when we were both finished with work?”
Ah, yes, Hideyoshi would make those plans. He thought. “Something has come up then, but I m free for a bit now. Come with me.” He said, reaching for her hand and beginning to gently tug her along.
“Hideyoshi…” She said, her voice sounding so confused.
Mitsuhide really couldn’t help himself now. He pulled the princess to a secluded hallway and was then backing her against the wall. “Don’t you want to spend some time with me?” He asked, lifting a hand to place fingers beneath her chin.
“I…Hideyoshi…what are you….” She replied, her eyes wide and heart pounding.
Mitsuhide really couldn’t stop himself. He knew he was supposed to be Hideyoshi…and Hideyoshi was still in denial of his true feelings for the Oda princess…Mitsuhide was however not under the same delusion. He regularly teased her like this, letting himself enjoy whatever he could from her. He knew Hideyoshi harbored the same feelings for her, but kept himself in denial… insisting she was just his “little sister.”
“What? I just want to take you out and spoil you.” Mitsuhide replied, beginning to stroke her chin.
Her breath seemed to catch…similar to how it did when he teased her like this in his own body. It seemed she had strong reactions to the both of them.
“Hideyoshi…” She was then reaching up and smacking his hand away. “What in the hell has gotten into you? You really aren’t acting like yourself at all.”
Before Mitsuhide could respond, Hideyoshi was approaching in his body. “There you are, you sneaky bastard!” Hideyoshi shouted. “And just WHAT are you doing to her?!”
Mitsuhide pulled away from the Princess, smiling nonchalantly. “Nothing to concern you.”
Hideyoshi glared at him before rushing up to him and grabbing him by the ear and dragging him off. He then looked back at the princess. “Sorry, but there’s something VERY important I have to discuss with him.”
The princess watched them both head off, utter confusion on her face. “It’s…it’s like they’ve switched personalities or something…” She muttered in a daze as she worked to slow her clamoring heart.
Hideyoshi dragged Mitsuhide to an empty room in the castle. “What in the eight hells have you done, Mitsuhide?!” He asked once they were alone.
Mitsuhide shrugged. “I was just making sure you were a bit more honest with your desires.”
Hideyoshi looked at him. “I mean what kind of twisted magic or trickery have you pulled off to have us switch bodies? And for what purpose? To utterly ruin me?!” 
“I have done nothing. I have no idea what caused this.” Mitsuhide answered. “I know everyone calls me a kitsune, but I really don’t have any magic. If I did YOU would for certain know now.”
Hideyoshi groaned. “The ONLY reason I am not punching you right now is because I don’t want my jaw to hurt later when I get back into my own body.”
Mitsuhide gave Hideyoshi an amused smile. “You may as well. I earned a few slaps from some of your lady friends in town earlier today.”
“Why you…”
Before Hideyoshi could finish his sentence, the pair were being interrupted by Masamune. “There you two are.” He said, a gleam in his eye. Though he did look a bit confused. From his perspective Mitsuhide was the one holding Hideyoshi against the wall and looking angry. “What is this?”
Hideyoshi instantly let go of Mitsuhide. “It’s nothing. What’s going on?”
“We’re having that banquet for the lass tonight.” Masamune answered. “Or did you two forget? If you still need a moment alone…”
“My, my…” Mitsuhide murmured. “To think we could ever forget something so important.”
“Of course we didn’t forget.” Hideyoshi replied.
“Well come on before she gets to the banquet hall and we aren’t able to surprise her.” Masamune replied.
“Of course.” Mitsuhide replied.
The trio walked out of the hall and towards the main hall. Hideyoshi muttered under his breath to Mitsuhide, “We’ll finish this later.”
They just had to make it through until they could get their bodies back…however long that took. Hideyoshi prayed it didn’t take long.
They arrived at the banquet hall, Hideyoshi almost taking his usual seat before Mitsuhide was pushing him towards the “correct” seat. The Princess soon arrived and a bright smile came to her face as she saw them all gathered. “What’s this for?” She asked.
“A show of appreciation for all of the hard work you have been doing.” Nobunaga answered.
“I made all of your favorites, lass.” Masamune said. “Be sure to dig in.”
The banquet began and soon everyone was digging in. Though it didn’t take long for everyone to notice that Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide were not acting like themselves. They were all surprised when “Mitsuhide” ate his food as a normal person would instead of all mixed into one bowl… ”Hideyoshi” was mixing everything in one bowl.
This…has no flavor? Hideyoshi questioned in his mind as he ate as Mitsuhide. He…he really CAN’T taste?!
Mitsuhide however grimaced as he ate as he normally did. Now that he was in Hideyoshi’s body… he could taste. Now I understand why Hideyoshi and Masamune are always getting on me… this is terrible.
It was at this moment the pair realized that they were being watched by everyone else, their eyes wide. That was when they remembered they were supposed to be the other and acting as the other one did. They quickly swapped trays without a word.
“What is going on?” Nobunaga asked, as he looked at the pair.
“You two haven’t been acting like yourselves at all all day.” Ieyasu added. 
“I heard from the girls in town that Hideyoshi was especially cruel…and Mitsuhide was being nice.” Masamune added.
“And when I’ve talked to you…you both have seemed more like each other than yourselves.” The princess added.
Hideyoshi let out an awkward cough. “Well…uhm you see…”
“It appears we have somehow…switched bodies.” Mitsuhide finally spoke up.
Hideyoshi glared at him. “And how do you expect anyone to believe that?!” He asked.
“They can tell something is wrong.” Mitsuhide replied. 
The others were looking at them, hard. While it didn’t seem plausible…the proof was undeniable. “I would say this was an elaborate scheme by our resident kitsune…” Masamune began.
“But Hideyoshi would never go along with something like this.” Nobunaga declared. “That must mean it is true.”
“But HOW?” Ieyasu asked.
It was then that the princess gasped. “Oh my! This…this might be all my fault.”
“Are you a sorceress little mouse?” Mitsuhide asked.
“No…at least not that I know of. But last night…after seeing you two fighting AGAIN…I…I made a wish on a shooting star that you two could understand each other better… I had no idea that it could lead to THIS! I am so sorry!”
Hideyoshi was patting her on the head. “It’s alright. I don’t blame you.”
“No, you clearly blamed me.” Mitsuhide replied, grinning.
“If it was truly your wish that caused this, then perhaps another wish can fix it.” Nobunaga suggested.
“That would be a logical strategy.” Mitsunari agreed.
“I can try…but I don’t know if that will work.” The Princess replied.
“She did wish for them to understand each other.” Masamune agreed. “You twi might not go back to normal until you DO have a better understanding of each other.”
Ieyasu let out a sigh. “This is all utterly ridiculous…and such a pain in the ass.”
“I’ll go and see if I can make another wish to undo it.” The Princess declared jumping up and running to the veranda.
Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi looked at each other. They could only hope that another wish would correct it. There was no telling if they would ever be able to truly understand each other.
After a few moments the princess returned. “I hope it works.” She said.
Mitsuhide was patting her on the back. “There there little mouse.”
“Why exactly did you make that wish in the first place?” Hideyoshi asked.
The princess sighed. “Because I care about you both and I am tired of always seeing you guys fighting.” She answered. “Especially when you both actually have a lot in common. You’re both so kind…”
“I am not all that kind, little mouse.” Mitsuhide corrected her.
“Not openly, but you are in your own way.” She replied. “Hideyoshi’s kindness is open and warm like the sun. Yours is always hidden behind a veil of deceit to seem like you are only serving yourself, but you really DO care about others.”
Masamune was grinning. “Seems like the lass understands you both even if you don’t.”
Both Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi were blushing and looking away at the Princess’s words. Whatever would come…they both wanted to protect her and would treasure her and her pure heart.
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cloudcountry · 10 months ago
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MITSUNARI X READER PLS PLS PLS PLS PLS
(specifically a reader that, instead of being a seamstress or a tactile artist, is instead a poet. Or a poetic writer. He reads all their works and adores them to bits. Info dumping to his Warlord buddies about how good the writing and symbolism is lol! I just want a sweet husband that enjoys my writing w/ me lol).
SUMMARY: domestic bliss with your husband, mitsunari!!
WARNINGS: mentions of aging and death.
COMMENTS: i hope i did him justice!! this is my first time writing for him JASGFDASJ DIES i took it in a bit of a different direction so i hope you like it ^^
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You don’t notice your husband as he creeps into your shared bedroom, sliding the door shut behind him as he stares at you. His eyes are soft, crinkling with both love and age as he makes his way over to you.
He knows better than to disturb you when you’re working, so instead he sits a little ways away from you, telling himself that he’ll look through his books until you’re done.
But even as his hand reaches for a book, his eyes are still trained on you.
He eventually looks away from you and turns his attention to the pages before him, reading about a military strategy he’s studied a million times. The silence is most welcome, the soothing atmosphere in your shared space never failing to bring you both peace after you’ve worked so hard every day.
Of course, there are times when one of you has to open up the door and drag the other outside for some fresh air so the two of you aren’t stuck in a room all day, and of course that someone is normally you, but neither of you would have it any other way.
Dinnertime rolls around and you have enough sense (and time awareness) to place your writing utensil down, gazing at the multitude of pages you’ve covered in satisfaction. Plenty of work was done today.
You’re unsurprised when you turn your head and see your husband buried in a pile of books, his glasses slipping down his nose as he furrows his brow at the page. There’s no telling how long he’s been there, hunched over the pages as he studies them so intently, but you’re one and the same in that regard.
“Mitsunari,” you call, getting up from your seat at your desk and wincing as your knee lets out an alarming crack, “It’s time for dinner.”
He doesn’t answer, but you didn’t expect him to. Carefully, you make your way over to him, making sure you don’t bump into any of his precious books. As you kneel at his side, you gently take the book out of his hands and remove his glasses, setting them aside.
“Mitsunari?” you call his name again, and this time your voice is enough to snap him out of his trance.
“Oh! Hello.” he smiles, so sweetly and brightly when he notices you that it’s a tad embarrassing, “Is it time for dinner yet? I’m so sorry if I kept you waiting.”
Oh, he’s an angel. There’s nothing that brings you more joy than being married to him, you’re certain of it.
“Yes, it is. Would you like to come with me to collect our meals?” you ask, getting up from your kneeling position and offering a hand to him.
“Of course.” he says, voice dreamy and soft, “I’d go anywhere for you.”
It’s bad for your heart, you’ve decided. He can’t just say those things when all you’re doing is getting dinner. But with the way he hums a cheery tune and intertwines your fingers, you can’t bring yourself to object to his flowery words.
Besides, if anyone’s an expert at those words, it should be you.
You and Mitsunari make your way to the kitchen, where sure enough, two trays are waiting for you. You two know each other well enough to know each other's tastes, so after offering a thank you to the chef (who comments on how cute is it that the two of you eat together, being the tease he is) you grab the dinner you know is yours and make your way back to your room.
“Would you like to eat outside today?” you suggest, “Since the sun is going down, it’ll be very pretty outside.”
“If it would make you happy, of course we can.” he wraps an arm around your waist and kisses your temple.
You feel your face grow warm when you feel his smile against your skin.
The evening air is cool as it hits your heated face. Mitsunari sits on the stairs, gazing out at the open sky above. You follow, feeling the world as it turns.
You suddenly feel small.
Your heart squeezes in your chest when you think about how similar your time period and this time period are, even if you call one home and had abandoned the other. It will always be a part of you, just like how the Earth still spins, even five hundred years in the future.
You’re married now. You’re growing older, and it hurts your head to think that with every passing day, you‘re getting closer to the day you’re born.
It’s strangely poetic, to be destined to die long before you’re born.
“What were you writing about today?” Mitsunari asks, his eyes trained on your face.
You probably looked sad, you realize. There wouldn’t have been a reason for him to interrupt with something you love if you looked okay.
“I was writing about someone who found their soulmate, about the effects of aging on the body and how it doesn’t mar the soul...because no matter how fast we decay, the fact that we existed and loved and lost will never stop being true.” you answer, turning your gaze away from him and towards the stars, “I think...I should make my next piece about how the world moves as a whole unit, leaving humans behind in death but bringing new ones into the unit by birth, and how no matter what the Earth will keep spinning because she’s more powerful than any of us know.”
“You have a lovely mind,” he says, gazing at you like you’re the Earth...like you’re the world.
You feel yourself flush again at his praise. He’s far too sweet to you, slathering your heart in his honey-coated words. It makes you sluggish and slow, it makes an utter fool out of someone who should know words like the back of their hand.
For once, you don’t use words, and instead, you lean in to kiss him. He reciprocates immediately, and you take comfort in the fact that the Earth gave you a chance to meet someone like him.
It feels like she’s smiling at the two of you as you thank her.
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solomons-poison · 11 months ago
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Hello Lynn, this is such a cute prompt ahhh 🥰 I don't feel very strong writing for Motonari but wanted to give him some love for you, so I hope you enjoy! I also had to do some research on ancient Japanese haircare products, so if any of it is wrong, just ignore it lol @massivementalitynut
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♖: Having their hair washed by the other
Pairing: Motonari Mouri x GN!reader
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Your relationship with Motonari had been hard-earned, and certainly wasn’t without its difficulties from time to time. You still remembered in the beginning, the way Motonari feared the touch of others including you, wearing his gloves to protect himself. If you so much as took a step towards him, he’d back away immediately, threatening you if you so much as laid a hand on him, regardless of your intentions. It was only with a lot of hard work, reassurances, and patience that he eventually warmed up and you became the exception. Even with that change, you never would have imagined you’d end up where you were now, sitting inside a large round bathtub with Motonari seated in front of you.
He had brought up taking a bath together to relax after a rough day, spend quality time together and get the mood going. Although the suggestion was a little surprising, it sounded like a good idea to the both of you and you accepted. However, you mentioned offhand about maybe helping wash his hair, and the mood shifted. The expression on his face was tense, serious, and although it shouldn't have been, it was a little bit funny. You tried to fight the smile that was tugging at your lips, but of course your sharp-eyed lover could see through it.
"Quit yer gigglin'," he said, pouting at you. "What ideas do you have growin' in that flower garden of yours, huh?"
You tried to calm yourself, taking a deep breath.
"Sorry, I don't mean to laugh," you said. "I just didn't expect you to suggest something like this, or be so serious."
Motonari only hummed, watchful eyes staying on you, especially your hands that were currently in the water. You raised your hands in a surrender-type pose to show him, keeping them on your side.
"If you don't want me to touch your hair, that's okay," you continued, trying to give a reassuring smile. "I know some things are still kind of uncomfortable for you."
Your lover stayed quiet, but you could see it in his carnelian eyes that he was thinking, considering his choices. The fact that he didn't outright turn you down was already an improvement, but on occasion, there were still things he couldn't handle, and you'd never blame him for it. However, he chose to surprise you today, glancing up to make eye contact, pursing his lips before responding.
"Alright, fine, I'll let you touch my hair," he said, serious look still on his face.
You couldn't help the way your eyes widened. "Really?!!" You both winced at your shout, reining yourself back in before continuing. "I mean, are you sure? It's okay to say no."
He only shrugged, before starting to turn in the tub.
"I said it's fine already, didn't I?" he murmured. "And anyway, I hate seein' you pout... If it's too much, I'll tell ya."
A surge of warmth filled your chest, so happy to know he trusted you this much. Although his back was now turned, you could see the stiffness in his shoulders, completely stock still as if cornered by a predator. You knew it was taking a lot of his trust and courage to let you do this, and you were going to do your best to make it good.
You grabbed the products the maids had provided, some camellia oil, a comb, and rice water. It took you ages to get used to not having regular shampoo, but now it was a routine you'd become familiar with.
Motonari flinched for a moment as you first touched his head. You stopped to give him a moment, waiting to see if he'd change his mind. But his shoulders relaxed, and you continued onward. You started by combing through your lover's hair, pouring a small bit of rice water in as you worked out any tangles. You worked in more of the water, keeping an eye on his reactions.
You moved on to using your fingers to massage it in. Once again, Motonari stiffened up, but he stayed silent, eventually relaxing once more.
"Are you still doing okay?" you asked softly. Motonari wasn't one to hold back his opinions with you, but you wanted to be sure he wasn't hiding his discomfort.
His head turned a little to glance back at you, one red eye coming into view.
"Yeah, I'm fine... Feels kinda good, actually," he said, his voice dropped off on the latter statement and making it hard to hear. But you still managed to make out what he said, happiness filling your chest. You chose not to comment, continuing on with camellia oil and remainder of the rice water until his hair was smooth and soft, ending with a rinse.
"There, we're all done. How was it?" you asked eagerly, as Motonari turned around in the tub to face you again. His face took on a bashful look, but he put on a haughty voice.
"Yeah, I guess it wasn't too bad. I think I'd be okay if, you know, you wanted to do it again sometime." You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face, only making his face twist in response. "And get that smile off yer face, or I'll have to do something about it."
He leaned forward, using one hand to cup the back of your head and draw you towards him. His lips instantly captured yours in an intense kiss, and if you weren't already sitting down, you're sure your knees would have buckled. Just as you were fighting for breath, he drew back, though not before nipping at your lower lip, the action filling you with heat. Between the heat of the bath and the heat of his kiss, your head was practically spinning, making it hard to understand his next words.
"Now, turn around. You're next."
"For what?" You asked, trying to pull yourself together. Motonari only smiled, a devilish look on his face, although his eyes showed the true softness he was really feeling.
"It's my turn to take care of you."
Your heart thumped heavily, feeling your cheeks heat up. This man was really going to be the death of you.
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kaizoku-musume · 8 months ago
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Sitting Pretty
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Entry #10 in @xxsycamore’s Visions of Temptation kinktober event. Link to the fic on AO3.
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Pairing: Mitsuhide x OC
Word count: 2.2k
Prompts: Somnophilia | Cockwarming
Tohru sketched out the floral pattern of the outfit she was designing, explaining her process aloud for Mitsuhide, who was watching over her shoulder as she sat in his lap. She was showing him the fashion of her time, dresses and rompers and crop tops and skirts-everything she could remember, one by one, in roughly two hour long sessions twice a month.
Right now, they were approaching hour one, which is where Tohru always started to get a bit antsy. Mitsuhide had an arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pressed against him and unable to fidget, which both helped and hindered her. Tohru’s legs were splayed out around Mitsuhide’s as he sat before the low table, and all she wanted was to be able to close them and give herself some relief.
Mitsuhide noticed her flagging attention, because of course he did. “Is something drawing your attention away?” he chuckled, shifting the slightest bit. Tohru bit her lip around a low noise, legs clenching around his. “I wasn’t aware that you find these sessions less engaging than I do,” Mitsuhide adopted a fake pout to his tone before seamlessly switching to a teasing lilt, “What must I do to encourage you to focus?”
“Don’t you get tired of making the same joke every time?” Tohru complained, unable to keep the whine out of her voice.
“Perhaps if you did not have the same reaction every time, I would be less inclined to point it out,” Mitsuhide traced a nonsensical shape on her bare thigh, trailing tantalizingly close to her core. Tohru took a deep breath to stave off asking for relief. She knew from experience that she wasn’t going to get to come before the full two hours. “Good girl,” Mitsuhide praised, and it was embarrassing, the way she flushed with pride.
“Don’t use my praise kink against me,” she grumbled, resisting the urge to adjust herself.  God, she could feel the way she clenched around the cock buried in her at his words. There was no way for her to ever hide anything from him, was there? She shouldn’t have said anything, either, because now Mitsuhide was going to-
“How can I resist when you tighten up so deliciously around me?” Mitsuhide said smugly.
-do that. Grumbling to herself, Tohru bucked down and furiously scribbled out the rest of the design. When did she ever learn? The best course of action was for Tohru to undergo a personality change so she wasn’t an easy target for Mitsuhide, but unfortunately that was impossible. So basically, she had no defense against him, and was in for another hour of torment that she could do nothing about.
Which he started immediately by seemingly absent-mindedly stroking the wrist of her free hand with his thumb. Tohru twitched at the ticklish feeling. Mitsuhide was definitely aiming for her most sensitive spots, trailing his thumb all the way down the length of her forearm before slowly dragging it back up, following the path of her vein. When Mitsuhide asked about her technique for figuring out which pattern worked best with which style, Tohru had to answer on autopilot, too distracted by Mitsuhide’s movements.
And that was pretty much how things went for the next half hour: Mitsuhide would drag his fingers and nails across the areas of her skin that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her center and ask questions that Tohru struggled to answer. It wasn;t until they were in the final half hour stretch that Mitsuhide kicked up his teasing.
Tohru didn’t have the capability to focus on how much time had passed, so she was always caught by surprise when Mitsuhide shifted gears. Today, he had been drawing swirls on her upper chest when he suddenly swept his hand down to palm her breast. Tohru’s drawing hand spasmed, a sharp line cutting through her sketch of a pair of boots.
“Oh dear,” Mitsuhide tutted, “what a shame. It was a wonderful rendition, and I enjoyed imagining you wearing them.” The arm Mitsuhide had around her waist was removed so he could sweep his fingertips up from her thigh to her foot. Tohru held still despite her newfound freedom. Prior knowledge made her aware that it was a test: if Tohru moved in order to seek her own pleasure, Mitsuhide would drag this out even longer. But if she let him do what he wanted and withstood this last stretch, Mitsuhide would reward her by fucking her at the end of the half hour.
Speaking of stretches, enduring this period was always the most difficult part; Mitsuhide’s cock was spearing her perfectly, her walls expanded to accommodate him, her opening forced wide around the base of his shaft. Tohru felt like a rubber band pulled taut, full of tension eager to release.
Mitsuhide kneaded the flesh of her breast, squeezing and releasing her tit like it was a stress ball, his fingernails digging into her skin, while his other hand lightly tickled her heel and arch. Tohru whimpered, her foot twitching in Mitsuhide’s grasp, but she managed not to grind against Mitsuhide’s cock. She had no idea how he managed to remain so calm and unmoving inside her-Tohru herself was in constant, if minimal, movement, tiny little shifts of her hips.
Mitsuhide circled her nipple and whispered right by her ear, “Have I rendered you incapable of speech so soon?”
“Please, touch me,” Tohru begged, knowing as she did so that if he acquiesced, it would just make it harder for her.
Mitsuhide laughed softly, kissing the shell of her ear. “What a bold request from my little mouse. How can I ever deny you.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb across her nipple until it hardened. When the bud had sufficiently stiffened, he took it between two fingers, squeezing and tugging in a maddening rhythm. Tohru moaned and leaned her head back on his shoulder, dropping her writing utensil, unable to force herself to draw.
Mitsuhide brought his other hand up the length of her leg, trailing along her inner thigh until it came to a rest at the edge of her mound, mere centimeters above her clit. “Do you think you can handle more?” he mused, his hand dipping down for just a second to tap at her clit. Tohru jolted, her body tensing at the sudden burst of sensation.
It would be an incredibly bad idea to ask for more. Tohru is so incredibly weak to pleasure, and Mitsuhide knew how to play her like a fiddle. Ten minutes hadn’t even passed. Yes, the smart thing to do would be to decline.
“I can do it,” Tohru said, like an idiot.
“My precious bell flower,” Mitsuhide cooed, “so eager to prove herself.” He obligingly drew his hand down to rub at her clit, matching pace with the fingers on her nipple. Tohru whined, fighting hard not to buck her hips into Mitsuhide’s touch. She arched her back, pressing her chest further into his grip in the hopes that focusing on her breast would get her to stop being so focused on the cock buried to the root inside her, filling her to the brim.
Yeah, fat chance.
Despite most likely being aware of her thought process, Mitsuhide humored her and added the scrape and dig of his nails to his ministrations. Every once in a while, he gave a particularly vicious twist and tug. “I do hope you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew,” he said.
All of that just made it worse. Tohru tightened around Mitsuhide, fighting the urge to squirm. This was a horrible moment to remember the last time he made her come from her nipples alone, especially because that seemed to be his goal this time. Her moans grew more and more high-pitched as she approached her peak until Mitsuhide gave one last harsh tug, pinching her nipple tight between his thumb and index finger as he repeated the motion on her clit and sent her tumbling over.
Stars bursting in her vision, Tohru had just enough presence of mind not to move her hips; instead, her upper torso writhed in Mitsuhide’s hold, hands coming to wrap around his wrist. Tohru panted heavily as she came down from her high, leaning against Mitsuhide for support.
Mitsuhide gently gripped her chin and angled her head so he could lean down and kiss her, soft and sweet, his tongue languidly exploring the cavern of her mouth. Tohru sighed, quickly getting caught up in the slow pace of Mitsuhide’s kiss, the way he lavished attention to every inch of her he could.
Which is why it was such a surprise when he traded the position of his hands: the one that had been playing with her left breast moved down to her clit, and the one slick with her juices went up to her other tit. At the touch of his fingers to her sensitive buds, Tohru whimpered into the kiss, overcome when it turned possessive. Mitsuhide nipped at her bottom lip, pressing his lips firmly against hers, tongue sliding against hers in a passionate fervor. 
Despite being a bit sensitive after her orgasm, Tohru easily lost herself in Mitsuhide’s attention. He was gentle with her clit, circling around it and randomly applying light, consistent pressure so as not to overwhelm her. He did not offer the same treatment to her breast. He played with her tit as roughly as he had the other one, though the wetness of his fingertips soothed the way a bit.
Tohru whined, two seconds away from begging Mitsuhide to just fuck her already. She could feel how embarrassingly wet she was, her slick pooling in Mitsuhide’s lap, her wet core soaking Mitsuhide’s cock. She near about sobbed when he collected some of her wetness dripping out the side of her slit, briefly prodding at where his cock stretched her out, to help his fingers slide smoothly across her clit, the slick sounds of him rubbing her just barely audible. The length of him impaled so deep in her felt like a hot brand, radiating scorching heat and hard as iron. Thank god he wasn’t nudging against her g-spot, but it was still agonizing, feeling her flesh constantly parted around him without the friction of movement.
Mitsuhide finally pulled back from kissing her to give her the opportunity to breathe and Tohru wasted no time in crying, “Mitsuhide, please, please, I need you!”
Mitsuhide, in a casual display of cruelty that Tohru had come to expect from him, simply brushed his nose against hers and said, “You’ll give me one more, won’t you? If you continue to be good for me, I might consider it.”
Tohru didn’t want to be good, she wanted to be fucked. One of her hands held onto his left wrist while the other came up to clutch at the back of his neck. She felt like she was fraying apart, and only her connection to Mitsuhide kept her solid and stable. All she could do was babble more pleas and hold on.
To her utter disappointment, Mitsuhide was taking his time this round, winding her up only to back off, slowing down his movements until her next orgasm was in the distance before starting the cycle all over again. Tohru shook with the effort not to roll her hips. She continued to beg and plead for mercy until tears fell from her eyes, but all Mitsuhide did was kiss her cheeks, licking up the salty tracks and offering empty, if sweet sounding platitudes.
Tohru had completely lost track of time, caught in the limbo of her never-ending pleasure. She silently urged time to pass faster, because her only relief would come at the end of the half hour mark. What felt like eons passed before Tohru noticed herself getting close again, only this time Mitsuhide kept stroking her, quickening his pace. “Yes, yes, please!” she shrieked, her limbs tightening in anticipation, stomach muscles contracting as her orgasm drew closer and closer. After a couple more firm, fast passes over her clit, Tohru came, her vision whitening and ears ringing from the intensity.
From far away, Tohru felt Mitsuhide gently work her through it before he moved onto soothing up and down her sides, avoiding driving her past the point of oversensitivity. Tohru rubbed her tear-stained cheeks and eyes as she came down, body twitching with aftershocks, her cunt sporadically squeezing around Mitsuhide’s cock.
“You did well,” Mitsuhide praised, “Even at the height of your orgasm, you managed to remain still.”
Did she really? There was a long moment where Tohru was completely unaware of what was going on, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if she had moved on instinct. It was possible Mitsuhide was lying to appease her. Either way, Torhru would take it-she had no more pride to lose. Two orgasms wasn’t going to stop her from getting what she wanted, not after enduring all that.
“Will you finally fuck me now?” she asked, feeling confident enough to wriggle her hips enticingly. If Mitsuhide changed his mind now, Tohru would just knock him to the ground and ride him.
Mitsuhide laughed and carefully arranged them so that he could lay Tohru down on the blanket spread out behind them, wrapping her legs around his waist as he settled above her. “My darling vixen, I will give you everything you desire,” Mitsuhide promised as he finally, finally moved.
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tiny-wooden-robot-fics · 5 months ago
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Voyager - Seven
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Rating: Explicit Pairing: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) x Original Female Character Characters: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku), Eri Davidson (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting (so much flirting), Teasing, Oda Nobunaga is a huge flirt and a huge tease, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Slight Timeskip Near the End
Previous Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest | Next Chapter (Eight): A Familiar Face
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Summary:
"Valerie, you should know that I never say anything I don't mean."
She glares at him.
"Calm yourself," he laughs. "It isn't as if I've never seen a naked woman before."
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“You did well today.” The Lord of Azuchi says the words as he helps her dismount from the pretty chestnut mare she’d chosen for her riding lessons. “How do you feel, having completed your first lesson?”
“Like I’m going to be really sore tomorrow morning,” Eri laments. “I can already feel the tightness in my legs.” 
“A soak in the baths tonight will ease the soreness,” he tells her, leading the horse back to the stable to brush and feed it. 
“Baths?” Eri raises an eyebrow, unsure if she’s heard him correctly. 
“Mm.” He grunts in response, his attention focused on the horse. 
“Wait… you did say ‘baths’, right?” She shakes her head. “As in, baths?”
He looks up at her. “I didn’t think there was anything unclear in what I said.”
She squeezes her eyes shut tightly. “You mean to tell me,” she starts, “that there have been baths at Azuchi all this time?” 
This seems to amuse him. “They were there before you arrived, and they will be there after you leave.”
Exasperated, she clicks her tongue. “No one told me!”
“I just did,” he replies simply. 
“Where are they?”
“Not far from here.” He motions vaguely toward the area behind her. At Eri’s blank look, he sighs. “Help me feed her,” he starts, motioning to the horse, “and I’ll show you where they are.” 
***
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She murmurs the words, her eyes taking in the sight in front of her. She turns to him, incredulous. “I can’t believe this has been here the whole time, and I’ve been wasting away in my room wishing for a hot bath where I could soak.”
“Why did you never ask?”
Because I’m a moron. Eri shakes her head. The maids must think I’m a nutcase. “Because I just… I guess I just didn’t think to,” she admits. “No one ever offered me anything different, so I didn’t know another option existed.” 
He cocks his head to the side curiously, studying her. “Surely they have baths where you’re from.”
“Actually---” She stops herself. “You know what? It doesn’t even matter.” She shakes her head again. “So it’s alright for me to use this tonight?” 
“As much as you like.”
“I get to wash my hair,” she croons happily. 
“Is that a special event?” 
This makes her laugh. “You have no idea.” 
“Well then,” he says thoughtfully, flashing her a smile. “Perhaps I shall come by tonight and observe this special event for myself.” 
Is he… serious? Before she has time to contemplate it further, he has turned on his heel and is walking away from her. 
***
“Lady Eri,” Haru calls from the other side of the shoji. “I am here.” 
“Oh, Haru,” Eri calls back, as she gathers her clothing into a bundle. “Come on in.” 
“I’m sorry for the delay,” Haru apologizes, bowing low as she closes the shoji behind her.
Eri waves a hand. “No, it’s alright. I just wanted to see if I could get your help with something.” 
“Anything,” the young lady smiles. “I’m here to serve you, My Lady.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that, she thinks, shaking her head. “Tomorrow morning, before tea with Yasuke-San and his family, I’d like to go into town to buy a few things. I’ve already spoken to Ishida-San, and he’s given me a list of places I might find what I need and the money with which to buy them. Would you be available to go with me?” 
“Of course,” Haru beams at her. “I’m so glad you asked. There’s a new vendor I heard about who has the loveliest hair pins. I’d like to go see for myself, if we have time.” 
“I think we can arrange that,” Eri smiles. “I’ll send for you mid-morning, if that’s alright.” 
“As you wish, My Lady.” She bows once more before leaving the room, and Eri turns her attention back to gathering the clothing she needs for her trip to the baths.
***
If there is a more luxurious feeling than the one she is experiencing now, Eri has yet to find it. 
She sighs in contentment as she lowers herself into the steaming water. The baths at Azuchi are laid out much like the more modern ones that she has seen occasionally during her time in Japan, and she is grateful that just like those modern baths, there is an area for her to clean her body and hair before soaking in the steaming hot water of the large bath. She has purposely waited until late in the evening, when most of the estate’s residents have retired for the night. Her patience has served her well, as the baths are deserted by the time she gets there. 
I haven’t felt this clean in days, she thinks to herself languidly, watching the steam rise over the surface of the water. She submerges her head, re-wetting her hair before reaching up to grab her comb and oils. She has just started working the camellia oil through the first section of her hair when she hears his voice.
“It appears I have arrived too late to witness the beginning of your special event.” 
Eri lets out a yelp, dropping the comb in her hand onto the stone lip of the bath. Frantically, she reaches for her robe, but realizes that she is too far away from it to retrieve it without coming part of the way out of the water. “You--!” She gasps, letting herself sink deeper into the water and trying to cover her breasts with her arms. “What are you doing here?” 
The Lord of the castle gazes at her, genuine confusion in his features. “I did tell you that I wanted to witness it for myself,” he says logically, as though he hasn’t just scared her nearly to death. “Did I not?”
“I didn’t think you meant it!” She’s still curling away from him, mortified, trying to hide the private bits of her body. 
“Valerie, you should know that I never say anything I don’t mean.” 
She glares at him. 
“Calm yourself,” he laughs. “It isn’t as if I’ve never seen a naked woman before.”
She sputters, trying to come up with a snappy retort and finding she is utterly unable to. It becomes even harder to speak once he removes his own robe and Eri realizes that he intends to join her in the bath. “Oda-Sama---!” She averts her eyes, her face burning. 
“I think,” he starts, “that in such a casual setting as this one, it would be appropriate to use my given name. Don’t you agree?” He submerges himself completely, moving to the other side of the bath. “Please,” he continues, motioning to the abandoned comb and oils, “don’t let me stop you.” 
Stubbornly, she keeps her arms crossed over her chest. 
“Would it make you feel more comfortable if I looked the other way?” 
“Do whatever you want,” she snaps, refusing to look at him. 
“I told you, it isn’t as if I’ve never seen a naked woman before.”
“You’ve never seen me naked before.” And I was hoping to keep it that way.
“One could argue that I still haven’t,” he chuckles. “You’ve been keeping yourself covered, but even if you hadn’t, night has already fallen, and the darkness of the water covers what you don’t want me to see.”
She can’t refute that point. “Are you really that curious about what I do with my hair?” 
“I really am,” he answers. 
“It isn’t that interesting,” she rebuts. 
“Perhaps not to you,” he shrugs, the water lapping at his collarbones. “But the things we find uninteresting because we do them often are the things that are most interesting to people who have never seen them done.” He offers her a smile. “I promise to keep my eyes above your neck.”
Eri sighs. She knows that if she doesn’t resume detangling and moisturizing her hair before it dries, she will have a tangled, shrunken mess on her hands very soon. “You give me your word?” 
“You have my word,” he tells her solemnly, raising his right hand. “I would ask you for the same, but the truth is that I don’t really mind if your eyes wander.” 
Son of a bitch. “My eyes won’t be wandering anywhere near you,” she snaps. 
True to his word, however, he keeps his eyes on what her hands are doing in her hair, studying the way she parts the thick curls into sections and works oil through each section from root to tip. Even without her arsenal of modern styling and holding products, her hair takes well to the camellia oil, shining in the light of the lamps placed around the tub and curling into its natural z-pattern. 
“It’s beautiful,” he muses, once she has finished doing the same all over her head. 
Eyes wide, she looks over at him. “Thank you.” 
“You seem surprised,” he remarks. 
She shrugs, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest again. 
“The mere fact that something is unfamiliar to me doesn’t make it any less worth admiring,” he reflects. “Do you think me so incapable of recognizing beauty in all its forms?” 
Eri isn’t sure what to say to that. “Oda-Sama---”
“Nobunaga,” he interrupts her, laughter in his voice. “We’re naked in each others’ company. I think you can drop the formality.” 
Her face goes warm. “Nobunaga,” she tries quietly, the name fitting strangely in her mouth. 
“How sweet it sounds coming from you.” She can’t tell if he’s flirting or just teasing her. 
“I’d like to get out now,” she tells him. 
“I won’t stop you.” 
She huffs indignantly. “Can I ask you to please look away?”
“If that’s what you want me to do,” he shrugs. 
“Yes,” she tells him firmly. “I’m going inside to dress.” 
“As you wish.” He turns away from her, and she scrambles up out of the water, snatching up her robe and wrapping it tightly over herself. 
She takes her time drying and moisturizing her skin before dressing in her newly-cleaned modern clothing. She exits the bath house just as Nobunaga is pulling himself up out of the water, and a gasp escapes her. 
“Oh, you’re finished,” he says conversationally, as if he isn’t standing in front of her stark-naked and dripping wet. “I’ll escort you back to your room.” He seems to realize then that he’s still naked and reaches down to pick up his robe and drape it over himself. “So your eyes did wander a bit,” he smirks. 
“It isn’t as though I’ve never seen a naked man before.” She throws his words back in his face. 
“But you’ve never seen me naked before. Did you see anything you liked?” He asks her, that teasing lilt back in his voice. 
She ignores his question. “What do you think I am?”
“I think,” he starts seriously, holding out his arm for her to take, “that you are a mystery that I would like to solve.” He looks down at her, watching as she accepts his arm and loops her own through it.  
***
“You know,” Valerie starts, looking past her reflection in the mirror to gaze at his, just behind her, “you’re being awfully distracting.”
“Me?” Shinichi chuckles. “I’m not even doing anything. I’m just watching.” 
“Yes,” she says, “but it’s very hard to concentrate on what I’m doing when every time I look in the mirror, I see you lying there.” 
“Would it help if I helped you?” 
“Maybe,” she giggles. “It would help even more if you’d put some clothes on.” 
“But I’m comfortable like this.” 
“What you are, is a distraction,” she reiterates, wagging a finger at him playfully. 
“Alright,” he says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “How about a compromise? I put on a pair of pants and help you.” 
“That sounds like a fair deal.” She watches his reflection go into the third drawer of the bureau, pull out a pair of blue pajama bottoms, and slide them on. His reflection turns to her. 
“Better?”
“For now.” 
Her boyfriend closes the distance between them, bending over slightly to press a kiss to her lips. “Want me to get the back?” He asks, motioning to where her hair has been divided into two large sections. 
“Yes, please,” she tells him gratefully. 
They work together in a comfortable silence then, each tackling a section of her hair with moisturizer and a wide-toothed comb. More than once, Valerie stops moving, relishing the feel of Shinichi’s gentle hands working through her hair. Every now and again, he presses his fingertips to her scalp, softly massaging it and eliciting a pleased hum from her. 
It isn’t long before her hair has been completely worked through, divided into large two-strand twists. Without her even having to say a word, Shinichi reaches over and grabs the length of satin she uses to tie her hair up at night. He hands it to her with a smile. 
“Thank you,” she says, turning her face up for another kiss. 
“You’re welcome,” he says, obliging her and pecking her on the lips. “So now that you’re done and the danger of distraction isn’t an issue anymore, is it okay for me to get naked again?” 
“Well, I guess it’s alright now,” she giggles. “But I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.” 
“I honestly don’t expect you to.”
***
“Valerie?” Nobunaga is calling her name, concern lacing his deep, heavy voice. 
“Oh, yes?” She looks up at him. “I’m sorry, you were saying something?”
“I was, but it was of little import.” He pauses, looking down at her curiously. “You seemed to go somewhere else for a bit.”
“It’s nothing,” she tells him, trying on what she hopes is a reassuring smile. “I was just… thinking about something from a long time ago.” 
He looks as though he wants to ask her what, but thinks better of it and decides not to. “A mystery, indeed,” he says instead, almost as if to himself. 
“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For walking me back.” 
“Does this mean I have your permission to join you some other night?” 
The question makes her laugh in spite of herself. “I promise to make less of a fuss if you warn me before you decide to show up,” she tells him sternly. “But you’ll have to keep your hands - and your eyes - to yourself.” 
“Hm,” is all he’ll say. 
Previous Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest | Next Chapter (Eight): A Familiar Face
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mynameiskan · 6 months ago
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[Ikesen x OC series]
Hana takes the gang to the beach. She wants the Sengoku warlords to enjoy a little bit of summer in modern day Japan.
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I think I'm gonna draw a lot about the lords having fun in modern Japan.
╰(*´︶`*)╯Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari is my favourite trio in Ikesen.
Btw, according to the plot of my Ikesen x OC fic, the lords who go to modern Japan along with Mai are Shingen (Mai and Shingen are a couple already), Sasuke, Masamune, Ieyasu and Mitsunari. I'm not good art writing and creating plots so I need to limit the number of the characters. 😭😭😭 You can see more my Ikesen x OC art with the hashtag #kan oc or #kan fic
However, I will sometimes draw the other lords in modern Japan. If you have any ideas or requests, feel free to DM me.
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xxsycamore · 2 years ago
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𝘐𝘒𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘖𝘒𝘜 𝘔𝘈𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛
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featuring works written after July 1st, 2021. You can find my old (misc) masterlist here. Browse my Ikesen fics by tag here: 🏯 #ikemen-sengoku
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••• ━━━━━Oda Nobunaga
ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around
Because, I said So [smut] Tags: Semi-public sеx, Modern AU, Boss/Employee Relationship
Owning you completely [smut] Tags:Bathroom (Onsen) Sex; Slight exhibitionism; Slight scent marking kink; Vaginal sex
Valiance [angst and fluff] Tags: OC; Strong Female Character; Light Angst; Feelings Realization; Love Confessions; First Kiss; War Allies to Lovers
••• ━━━━━Date Masamune
ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 🥺 - Ask them how much they love you 
How The Dragon of Oshu Breeds His Wife [smut] Tags: Breeding; Impregnation; Ovulation; Crying; Gentle Sex; Cunnilingus; Oral Sex; Married Characters; Mentions of Pregnancy; Dirty Talk; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie
Wild like the color blue [smut] Tags: Modern AU, Public sex, Pool sex, Cunnilingus
••• ━━━━━Takeda Shingen
ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around
Captor and Captured [smut] Tags: Kidnapping; Vaginal Sex; Cunnilingus; Femdom; Power Play; Nipple Play; Woman on Top; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting ;Light Dom/sub
••• ━━━━━Toyotomi Hideyoshi
ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 😘- A kiss on the cheek
Affections at dawn [smut] Tags: Vanilla; Vaginal Sex; Riding; Creampie; Aftercare; Gentle Sex
••• ━━━━━Akechi Mitsuhide
ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: Give them: 🌼- A symbolic small flower 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around 🥺 - Ask them how much they love you
Blizzard incoming [smut] Tags:  Modern AU; Not wearing underwear; Slight exhibitionism kink; Vaginal sex
••• ━━━━━Sanada Yukimura
ficlets from my 1000 followers celebration event: 💃- Pull them in for a dance when noone else is around
••• ━━━━━Kanetsugu Naoe
Tea break [fluff & smut] Tags: This is 90% tooth-rotting fluff and 10% smut; Massage; Body Worship; Blow Jobs; Cock Worship; Established Relationship
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teecupangel · 11 months ago
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desmond would definitely be the type to accidentally woo the og fm/otome protagonist AND the harem + bg characters. with the ikemen sengoku, it would be funny if desmond’s route is only unlocked after the mc finishes the entire game and gets all the ending cue the twist of video game protagonist! desmond getting isekaied. His bad route is probably going to be desmond sacrificing himself again :/ …. normal route is desmond just booking it and never finding the truth of who he actually was, rip pov outsider.
Let’s add @artduringclasstime’s reply to the previous post
Those four or so years where I played the Ikemen series religiously just came out of the woodwork to smack me in the face. Sasuke renamed himself after a fictional ninja the moment he went back in time, the STARS he'll have in his eyes upon meeting Desmond. ... and I can definitely see Kenshin going after Desmond. Whether it's for a fight or otherwise, even he doesn't know
Desmond had no plans to do such a thing in the first place. He has no idea why the hell any of these was happening to him.
He doesn’t understand that, because he’s an unknown character, whatever system is in place in the world sees him as a ‘player character’ which means… people have easier time to fall in love with him because of his personality.
I like to imagine that Desmond was given a buff in their affection rating like in the normal mode of “Villains are Destined to Die” where the ‘player character’ gets a 30% affinity already to the possible love interests like a “we’re sorry you’re stuck in our world” kind of apology buff from the ‘gods’ of this world.
Of course, that additional affinity is just there to make sure Desmond doesn’t get on the bad sides of the powerful men from the get go and can still go down or up, depending on Desmond’s action.
Sasuke would be the one to talk about Multiverses and such and how Desmond’s existence could mean that they themselves are a work of fiction in a different world.
Desmond is like “yeah, I get what you’re talking about but that’s not really helpful to our current situation?” which would embarrass Sasuke because he got too fired up about it.
So in this one, they sorta know Desmond’s true identity because Sasuke played Assassin’s Creed (for the history) so Sasuke gives them the idea that maybe a POE is also somewhere here since Desmond’s here.
It’s a long shot but it’s a possibility that they can’t just dismiss.
And that is the start of Desmond’s route. Depending on the player’s actions, the player character would later switch to Desmond for the secret BL route! (Which has a harem ending because why not?)
(Kenshin’s route is more on the side of enemies-to-lovers route with Desmond actually getting a headache over how ‘devoted’ to fighting Kenshin is).
His bad ending is them finding the POE and learning that it can be used to bring them back to their proper time and dimension BUT they will come back to it at the exact time they left so Desmond will return to his world only to die from the device ‘again’. He still goes through with it though because he wants to get Mai and Sasuke back to their time and he believes he’s been living in borrowed time. The normal ending, I believe, is Desmond not using the POE and finally leaving everyone with the idea that, if he’s stuck in this world, he’ll build a Brotherhood somewhere he’s more familiar with: Italy. In other words, the normal ending has Desmond alive but alone in a whole other country with no idea what happens to him afterwards.
The part where Desmond books it and no one finds out who he truly is would work as the ‘failed’ event of unlocking Desmond’s route.
To even unlock Desmond’s route, there would be two conditions:
(1) Finished all the endings for each route.
(2) Start a new game and go to a specific event that lets Mai walk in town (this will show up as a new ‘option’ during one of the early parts of the game)
(3) Choose the “Don’t scream” when Mai wakes up one night with a shadow looming above her after the previous event on condition (2).
If all conditions are done, Desmond is unlocked as a possible route but to get to the Desmond’s route, the choices to develop his affection must be chosen.
The condition to change to Desmond as the main character and enter the BL route is to actually develop his affection up to 30% only but keep all affections to other characters at 29% or below before Sasuke appears and tells Mai and Desmond that Desmond is a character from the franchise Assassin’s Creed.
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syneilesis · 1 year ago
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[fic] blood,steel,oath
blood,steel,oath
Ikemen Sengoku | Naoe Kanetsugu x f!Reader | T | 500 words ao3 link (later)
There's a rebellion happening, and your knight protects you.
A/N: My third contribution to @cy-inky’s one week challenge! This time it's Princess and Knight AU with the prompt "You have a good heart." Warning for angst and off-screen violence.
Divider by @/saradika.

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The thick walls don't prevent the noise outside from leaking in.
You're swathed in your blankets, fortified by your numerous pillows, arranged in such a way that they act as another wall between you and whatever is going on outside. Two hours earlier, somebody struck the bell that signaled of danger, and Kanetsugu immediately grabbed your arm and marched you into your room, instructing you to stay inside no matter what. Don't open this door, ignore everything outside, and wait for me, he had said, his voice edging into something frantic that you wanted to press him for more details.
But you didn't—just responded with a shaky nod, and Kanetsugu expired a shuddering breath and released you. Lock this door and never let anyone in.
And now, beating down the burgeoning signs of panic, you watch the door with hawkish focus, straining your ears for a familiar sound, tuning out the screaming and the clashing of blades.
A coup d'état, His Majesty once predicted. And it seems that the rebel faction has decided to enact their plans today. On your birthday, when the entire capital is in a celebratory mood and vulnerable to chaos and violence.
You bit your lip, tears stinging your eyes. Kanetsugu is out there, fighting, protecting you and the kingdom, and you're here, inside your chambers—helpless, useless, powerless.
The noise gradually stops—like candles snuffed out one by one. A scream, a fall, a scream, a fall, then metal footsteps, getting louder, getting closer.
And you should've feared the implication of the change, but you intimately recognize the cadence of those footsteps, the even rhythm and weight of each movement. You know who is coming to your room—to you.
Slowly, you disentwine yourself from the heavy fabrics, climb off your bed, and approach the door. You press your ear against the wall and silence greets you from the other side. Faintly: someone’s breathing.
“Kanetsugu?”
There's a moment when nothing answers, and your heart wants to drop from its place. But there's a ragged sigh, and a raspy voice: “It is finished, Your Highness.”
You flung open the door to find Kanetsugu standing before you, rigid as a statue, covered in blood. You refuse to look at the scene behind him and instead focus on your knight, on his pallid face, his heartbreakingly empty eyes.
“Oh, Kanetsugu, come here.” You place your hand over his and carefully pull him in. He follows wordlessly, like a marionette that needs puppeteering. The door closes with a soft click and you're sheltered from the outside world again.
You maneuver him to sit on the bed, heedless of the blood smearing your clothes, your skin. You cup Kanetsugu's face and smoothen his harsh expression.
“You have a good heart, Kanetsugu,” you remind him, “please don't forget that.”
His eyes meet yours, and they're still dull, replete with their usual vigor. You swallow the pain bursting out of your throat.
You kiss him, desperate, and pray for his return.
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writingwhimsey · 3 months ago
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What's your favorite longer piece/multi chapter of fanfic you've written and why?
So sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you on this. But... well I REALLY had to think about this one. I also wanted to give this the time and consideration it deserved to give you a good answer.
So first off, I absolutely love all of my fics (especially my multi-chapter fics). I write them pretty much for myself. They are the fics that I would like to read so, that's what I write.
But I also don't want to stop there and just give the cop-out answer of I love them all equally. But I also can't pick just ONE as my favorite. So I am trying narrow it down to some of them. So here are my top favorites of my longer fics, in no particular order:
All's Fair In Love & War- This one is the start of a series. Right now I only the story with Nobunaga is finished and I am just starting with Motonari. But I LOVE this one. And I love it because Ava (my version of MC) is a powerful warlord in her own right. So it's fun to play with that dynamic and how Ava getting to be on more equal footing with the warlords changes the dynamic. It is also fun that she has her own group of loyal vassals who are as dynamic as the groups surrounding the warlords.
My Pirate Lord & Our Life- My idea of a continuation of the end of Motonari's route. Motonari is my number one and I just love him. And I love getting to add my idea of what might happen after his main route. I also enjoy the OC's I bring in who are Ava's friends from the modern day and adding them having their own love stories. Especially when one developed between Nobunaga and one of the OC's without me really deciding haha.
Married to The Enemy-Shingen - I am currently knee-deep in working on this one. Shingen is also actually tied with Motonari for my number one. And I love getting to write this different take on Shingen. An arranged marriage between Ava and Shingen. It's a fun dynamic and this one has taken on a very fluffy feel and I just love that.
Second Chance Love - This one is...it's hard to describe. But to deal with a hurt/comfort and the level at which the grief is...I actually enjoy it. But I love Mitsuhide and I love in game how he is Hideyoshi's "love rival." But he's just always so willing to give up whatever for MC's happiness. So to have him get to be the source of comfort for her following Hideyoshi's demise (in this fic) I just love it. Sometimes you just need a good cry and it helps.
@kisara-16 thank you for this ask and for enjoying my fics. I hope I answered your question well.
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