#look at shige with his fluffy hair ! i adore him

[yasashiiku]

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Congrats on 800 followers! Can I request some shigezane fluff? ^^ maybe him and MC cuddling up together just before dozing off and fluffy pillow talk and just them being so adorably in love?

Thank you so much, dear! ^^  I must admit I am a bit rusty in the fluff department...but I did manage to whip this up for you! I hope you enjoy it, and all of the Lovely Lady Date’s out there who have a newfound obsession with this cheeky lord after reading his route! 

Real Love 

{Shigezane x Reader} 

Genre: H.R. Fluff-n-stuffWord Count: 1,472A/N: Just a quick one-shot of domestic fluff, MC moving in for the first time with her new husband Shigezane! Hoping Tumblr doesn’t fuck with the layout too much but I would be a fool to hold my breath on that. 

Some had said the lake was haunted. Others said it must have been the weather that gave it such a creepy feeling. The early morning fog crept in thick and creamy, white as a specter, making you believe for a moment you had purchased a home inside one of those soup dishes your mother used to cook often when you were a child. You couldn’t quite remember which one. But in your mind's eye, you could picture its thickness and the bobs of orange and translucent white ebbing on the surface. You could taste it. The water lapped on the shore as the broth did against the side of the thick pot, and the clanking of boats against neighboring piers the ladle she entrusted into your tiny grasp; clumsy and knocking about in an attempt to stir, Like momma did. Tongue tip peeking out in concentration.

“You will make this for your husband one day, too,” she’d said. Matter-of-fact. As she often did back then.

It had seemed so far at that time. As it often did back then.

Mother. What would she say now, with this water threatening to take you from the shallow shores and swallow you whole, and you—letting it. Readily.

You, Be happy. You. treat her kindly. This is what she would say, probably. Give space.  

There was a spiritual puff of your chest as you stood in-between the creaking, old french doors; filling your lungs with one last deep breath of this looming fog. On your private strip of lakeshore you saw familiar flashes of golden sunlight accompanied by your bodies wading, naked and giggling, clutching to each other through raucous splashes and laughter, the translucent blue pearls clung to your eyelashes and cheeks before eventually dripping down your skin. The heavy hope you wouldn’t be caught by the realtor or perhaps a passing group of kids hunting for frogs under rocks with that youthful vigor and sense of adventure. The wet warmth of his grip before he tossed you under the surface, with a laugh so deep you could hear it muffled even beneath the water, was still lingering on your skin with the memory.

“I can’t tell if this is the best or the worst day of my life,” you sighed in a dramatic fashion, seemingly lost in a sea of brown boxes you turned your attention back to.

You were wearing one of his t-shirts. Swimming in it, actually. And running shorts. An outfit of convenience and comfort, not looks. Clearly.

Opened yet another box, this one also mislabeled. Though, at least it had a label at all. There were salmon pink polos and that button up you always thought he looked so dashing in but he never wore. You fumbled with the collar of it a bit, for no reason really.

“It’s a little late to be saying that now, doll,” Shigezane answered as he entered the room, arms full of boxes stacked five-high. “Besides, it’s obviously the best day. Well, night… Morning?” He set them down to reveal that cheeky grin of his.

“Easy for you to say.”

“It is,” he replied immediately, not even taking a moment to think about it. Overly…sickeningly cute, as per usual.

“I don’t know if you got the memo but we are married already, you don’t have to show off any more by carrying so much at one time. Be careful, please, the last thing we need is you hurting yourself.”

“Tch. Who do you think I am, Kojuro?”

“I’m telling him you said that,” you interjected.

“Why, I’m the pinnacle of young health and masculinity.” Shigezane flexed a bicep.

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll be sure to tell that to the EMT’s after you fall through one of these old and busted floorboards.”

“Hey. Before I forget, the back door is busted, too.”

“Wonderful. And the list keeps growing.”

That dejected reply was more than enough to have him at your side in an attempt to comfort you. Always reminding you he was too good of a man, this one.  

“What’s wrong?” He held you from behind in the most tender way, kissed once, twice, on your neck before breathing in the scent behind your ear. His nose nudged at your hairline.

“Just tired.”

“Stop for the night.” His pleading words were warm and muffled by his lips against your skin.

“I will. Just this last box—Oh,” you chuckled in half astonishment. “I would say this was unexpected but-“ you pulled up several covers of erotica, which had been tucked carefully between two V-necks in the random box of clothing.

“Hey!” It was swiped from your hands. “This isn’t even mine. Genya-“

“Oh, yes. That I believe. This coming from the man who had so much lotion in his room when I first met him I thought Buffalo Bill went to Costco.”

“I have dry skin!”

“The driest in the country by the looks of it, then. Were you filling up your bathtub?” You let outbursts of laughter bubble past your lips.

“That’s it-“ Shigezane stood up and tossed you over his shoulder.

“Hey,” you snickered into his broad back, “I wasn’t finished! I wanted to see what other goodies were in there.”

“Nope.”

You watched the boxes grow distant. Listened to the creaking of his steps. A turn. Another turn.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To the bed,” he replied, and you could hear his smile.  

Only you didn’t have a bed yet. So he laid you down on top of a spread blanket on the floor. At least there were pillows, you thought. And when you looked up there were cobwebs in the corners of the old room.

“I think we need a new mattress. This one's a little stiff.”

Shigezane raked a hand through his hair. He cast his eyes to the side with a look of dissatisfaction. “Ya know, you get really unfunny when you’re tired.”

“You didn’t have to drag that ‘really’ out for so long, jerk.”

“That was the worst joke I’ve ever heard. I can’t believe you just made me listen to that,” he sighed.

“Shut up,” you tossed a pillow at him.

Or—you were about to. But he was much quicker, and before you had a chance to launch it he grabbed hold of your wrist to stop you. He didn’t let go as he laid on his side next to you. His face was hard and serious all of a sudden.

“Shige-“

“Are you happy?” he asked.

You were laying facing each other. Are you happy? The feeling of his breath puffed against your skin. He was so close. And you looked at his face and into his eyes. When you looked at him, so many memories and feelings were tripped—the easy way he talked and the low tones in his voice when he focused on something. The loose flapping of the ragtop of his jeep and the whistle of the wind. The flickering of late-night convenience store lights and the upset aching feeling in your stomach after an evening of snack binging together. The way laughter came as easily as breathing. How the man you loved looked and smelled like summer days at the beach.

“Unbelievably so,” you smiled.

He brought his lips to yours for an impassioned kiss. His tongue thrust inside to explore your mouth with fervor and he let out a tiny moan. Like warm tea, you drank in all the emotion he was pouring into you through the kiss; let it’s warmth slide down your throat and pool into your chest. You wanted so desperately to touch him but his hand still held your wrist in place, so you slid your leg precariously over his own in an attempt to feel him, to close the gap. He reacted in kind, rolling his hips up to meet you in earnest. The feel of his plush lips was making you dizzy, but through the sound of your light moans, you heard a sound of a different kind, coming from outside the large dirty window.

You broke from him, turning on your other side to take a look.

“Hey,” he pouted.

“Look,” you gasped in joyous wonder, “we have birds!”

There, on the dark gnarled branch of the tree, illuminated by the light blue glow of the early morning sunrise, was a nest. Two chirping figures bounced from inside and a mother, head ticking in several directions with almost robotic speed and precision before ducking down to meet the hungry beaks.

“Would’ya look at that.” Shigezane kissed the top of your head before hooking an arm around your waist to drag your back flush against his warm chest. He rested a cheek upon your temple and gazed out the window with you. “I guess we do.”