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sh0jun · 2 months ago

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

How would they react to that 🤔

OMG HI

XD yes they definitely do need therapy qwq

Telling the warlords they NEED to see a therapist

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

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

• Oda Forces

→ Nobunaga Oda

• oh? Interesting.

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

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

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

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

→ Hideyoshi Toyotomi

• ends up helping the therapist

• that's it

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

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

• Therapist tries to tell him to value himself more

• the therapist almost gets punched

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

→ Mitsuhide Akechi

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

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

• this goes on for a WHILE a long long while

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

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

→ Masamune Date

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

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

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

• will invite the therapist over to lunch

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa

• doesn't want to go.

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

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

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

• would leave midway through the session

→ Mitsunari Ishida

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

• he will try his best to help out this angel

→ Keiji Maeda

• no.

• refuses to go.

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

→ Ranmaru Mori

• also ends up crying and confessing

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

• Uesugi Takeda Forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi

• he was already upset because his weapon got confiscated.

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

• where did the knife come from? No idea.

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

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

→ Shingen Takeda

• flirts with the Therapist

• either charms the therapist or gets kicked out

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

→ Yoshimoto Imagawa

• therapist tries his best to keep up with Yoshimoto

• but over time he gets lost

• he will also probably get kicked out

→ Kanetsugu Naoe

• another one who has a hidden knife

• actually talks pretty formally with the therapist

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

• surprisingly enough Kanetsugu cooperates

• success!

→ Yukimura Sanada

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

• maybe he does but not as much as the others

→ Sasuke Sarutobi

• I don't think he needs therapy

• he does but not many sessions

• very cooperative

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

• Lone Forces

→ Kicho

• doesn't want to go

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

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

→ Motonari Mouri

• he just dissapears

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

→ Kennyo

• reluctantly agrees

• reluctantly cooperates

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

Thankyou for reading!

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

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@bakersgrief @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @mollycoddle707 @bontu-the-l0ver @ludivineikewolf

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corpiote · 7 months ago

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Ikesen Final Rankings 2024

I'm genuinely surprised by the top ranks :0

who's the masa fan that out-whaled a mitsuhide stan?

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reccyls · 5 months ago

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ohhhh this upcoming event

#ikemen sengoku #hi motonari........

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mythicamagic · 6 months ago

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Occasionally Ikesen has really pretty descriptions. It's definitely some of the nicest snippets of writing I've come across in otome for little gems like this. Stuff like this is often overlooked, but it makes you appreciate the localisation and gives a comfy vibe while playing the game imo

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #motonari mouri #ikesen motonari

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bakersgrief · 2 months ago

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Unfortunately I go yoinkers fucking boinkers for the rotten pale haired pirate/merchant character archetype in Cybird games.

#jude jazza #ikesen motonari #silvio ricci #ikemen prince #ikemen villains #ikemen sengoku

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selenacosmic · 1 month ago

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Okay I had a thought...suitors reacting to MC/reader who proposes to them. Shingen, Motonari, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Masamune, and Yukimura please and thank you! 🙏 ❤️

Hi. This is a very sweet one! Thank you for the request.

MC proposes to them.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Nobunaga would have a lot of expectations from your proposal, mostly because he knows you would propose in a way that would capture his heart completely. Of course, his intention wouldn’t be to make you anxious about preparing a proposal, but that he knows he can expect great things from you.

Receiving your proposal would make him smirk and pull you closer, a deep kiss and long night awaiting both of you.

Hideyoshi toyotomi.

Hideyoshi wouldn’t mind something simpler, he would be content with any kind of proposal you could come up with, as long as it came from your heart. Though he would have a hard time with how cute he would find you proposing to him… and a bit guilty that he wasn’t the one to take that initiative.

Masamune Date.

Masamune would probably not expect you to propose to him, since he would want to do that himself, surprise you and make you smile adorably from joy. The usual cool one eyed dragon would become a blushing mess from your proposal.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Mitsuhide would be caught off guard before he can even give you his usual teasing smirk, mostly because he would not expect you to go right into proposing to him. Once he regained his posture, his smirk would appear and he would say “did I make you wait too long to propose, little mouse?”. Of course, he would accept, but would work on making a proposal right back at you.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Shingen Takeda.

Shingen’s ear tips would become red the moment you propose, feeling like the bashful one at how your proposal moved his heart. He will also feel guilty that he didn’t make a proposal first and would insist on preparing a special one for you, as he wants to be the best man for you. To make his point, he would bridal carry you to your room, to make up for not being the one to ask for your hand first.

Yukimura Sanada.

Not only would he be blushing, but also calling you a dummy for not waiting for him, he had prepared himself to make the best proposal, rehearsed just so that he wouldn’t stutter while asking you to marry him only to be caught off guard by your proposal.

Lone forces.

Motonari Mouri.

While he would get caught off guard, Motonari would laugh at how bold and quick you were to ask his hand in marriage, you sure had guts. Still, his answer would be yes, which he would make it clear after teasing you a bit. Next thing you know, he is on top of you with the intention of making your engagement official.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku yukimura #ikemen sengoku motonari

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paradisekissmoon · 5 months ago

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Let her hear itttt

#💖💖💖#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen motonari #motonari mouri #Motonari's route

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writingwhimsey · 2 months ago

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This request came in via DM from @vegecatto. Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this one! Especialy since you picked my faves! So glad we share some faves haha!

It is my final request in my 400 follower celebration (there are a couple of anon requests that weren't fully in line with the rules of this event, but I will answer them separately from this event later).

400 Follower Celebration

Smut prompt: Suitor reacts to mc/reader teasing them in public

Suitors: ikesen Motonari, Nobunaga, & Shingen

NSFW 18+ content (though not explicit really, more suggestive)

Motonari

Motonari was always teasing you and making you go red-faced. It never mattered to him where you were or who was around. He LOVED getting a reaction out of you. You always protested it, but you both knew you loved it, you would just never admit it aloud. Just once though, you wanted him to know how it felt. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. So you devised a plan.

You go out with Motonari on a date in the next port you arrive in. All dolled up in a special dress from the west you had picked up on your travels (and modified). The dress was much more revealing than your usual kimono. Showing off cleavage, a bit of leg, and more of your arms.

“What d’ya think yer wearin’?” He asks, his red eyes wide.

“Just that pretty dress you bought for me.” You answer with a grin as you move to lace your fingers with his gloved ones. “Now come on pirate boy, show me around town. We’ve got lots to see.”

As you two walk around the town, you decide to be a bit more flirty and handsy with Motonari, as he usually is with you. While looking through the shops of the port town, you casually brush against him. Even pinch his ass a time or two. You find reasons to bend over low in front of him. You watch him grow increasingly more frustrated as your day goes on, but he’s a stubborn one. He knew what you were up to the moment you stepped off the ship in that revealing dress. He’s doing his best not to give in.

While sitting at a tea house together, though Motonari is eating and drinking nothing, you can’t help but to try to fluster your handsome pirate again. As you sit beside him, you reach a hand over to his thigh, fingertips tracing lazy patterns up his leg, getting ever closer to what appears to be a growing bulge, though staying just shy of it.

Motonari’s cheeks are red and he lets out a groan. “That’s it. I can’t take yer teasin’ anymore.”

The next thing you know, he’s leaving money on the table and then picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He carries you to the closest inn and gets a room where he throws you down on the bed and quickly climbs atop you. “I’m gonna pay ya back fer all o’ that, flower girl. You better be prepared to handle the consequences of yer actions.”

You grin as he kisses you and roughly begins removing your clothes. This is exactly where you wanted to be…and you enjoy the “consequences” as Motonari teases you and pounds you into the mattress.

Nobunaga

Nobunaga is never afraid to say whatever is on his mind. It doesn’t matter to him who is around or if you are in the middle of the council or a banquet. He will keep you close during those times and he will give you little teasing touches. It usually results in some jokes and comments…mostly from Masamune and Mitsuhide…and the awkward cough and light reprimand from Hideyoshi.

You decide that Nobunaga needs to learn what it’s like for you when this happens. So, you make it your mission to make his face red in the middle of a banquet. You always sit next to him. It makes it easier for him to tease you, but tonight, YOU will be doing the teasing. You offer to refill his cup, making sure that you find ways to brush against him as you do.

You “drop” things as an excuse to bend over in front of him and find many reasons to give him teasing touches.

“You’re being rather bold tonight.” Nobunaga tells you, an amused smile on his face.

You feign innocence. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

Nobunaga chuckles. He is clearly enjoying this and can’t wait to see how far you’ll take it. He can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.

You decide to up the ante a bit and lean your head against him as you sip your sake. You pull the collar of your kimono open slightly and start fanning yourself. “It’s a bit warm tonight.” You say.

Nobunaga’s eyes are on you. He pauses with his sake cup held midway between his tray and his lips. “You have taken this too far.” He murmurs before putting his cup down. “It is time we bid you all goodnight.” He declares to the room as he stands up, taking your hand and pulling you up with him.

Whistles and laughter from the others follow you as Nobunaga makes a hasty exit with you. He pulls you into a secluded hallway, your shared room being too far of a distance as far as he is concerned, and pushes you against a wall.

“My lucky charm has decided to test me greatly.” He says before diving in and capturing your lips. His hands work their way under your clothes, fingers reminding you who claimed your body and heart so long ago. He takes you right there in the hall against the wall three times before you two make it back to your room, where he spends the night teasing you and making you writhe in pleasure.

Shingen

Shingen is always so affectionate with you. Giving you sweet kisses and caresses, holding your hand. He finds excuses to touch you. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Wiping some sweet syrup off of your cheek while you two are enjoying a snack. Though he never really takes it too far and you really can’t complain about his affection. But there is a part of you that wants to drive him absolutely wild. You want to see what limits you can push with him. So you decide to experiment.

First you start by popping in with the maids during councils Shingen is attending. You insist on serving him the meals, making sure your hand brushes his. You wear your kimono in a slightly loosened way so that when you kneel down to place the tray in front of him, the collar opens a bit, exposing your cleavage. You give him a coy smile before walking away.

After his councils have concluded, there is a banquet and you happily attend it with him. As soon as you walk in you make your way over to Shingen and plop down in his lap. His gray eyes widen a moment, but he smiles warmly at you, wrapping his arms around you.

“My goddess is feeling bold tonight.” He says before kissing you on the forehead.

Yukimura is grumbling and red-faced just watching the two of you.

During the banquet, you stay in Shingen’s lap, making sure you wiggle a little bit more than you normally would. You touch him more, a hand on his arm or chest, nuzzling against his neck… tucking his hair behind his ear as he does to you. Shingen is eating it up! He is LOVING this SO MUCH.

Though he does eventually reach his limit when you lift the hem of your kimono up slightly, revealing more of your legs than normal. He scoops you up into his arms and stands effortlessly. “Goodnight everyone and enjoy the banquet.” He declares as he carries you out and to your room.

Once there, he is sitting down and holding you in his lap once again. Though he turns you to face him so that you are straddling him. He lifts a hand to caress your cheek. “Have I not been paying enough attention to you, my goddess?” He asks just before capturing your lips with his. He spends the rest of the evening giving you ALL of his attention by paying special attention to every sensitive place of your body and making you cry out in pure ecstasy.

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@lovely-bubb1es @lucyw260 @queengiuliettafirstlady

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ikeromantic · 8 months ago

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Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 5

Thank you again to @otomedad for this fantastic idea ^_^ This one has Kennyo, Motonari, and Kicho! Approx. 2300 words of tattoo and MC appreciation!

Kennyo

Kennyo stops, his mouth opening and then closing again. It isn’t often that you get to see the abbot at a loss for words. You file the expression away to savor later.

“What is it,” you ask, gentle laughter in your voice. You know what it is, of course. Though you hadn’t expected quite this reaction. It’s really quite precious.

“Is that -” His gravelly voice gives out and he takes a moment to clear his throat. “Is that a buddha?” He gestures to your bare shoulder.

You glance at the tattoo and suppress a grin. “Oh! No, this is a portrait of my auntie.”

Kennyo’s eyebrows rise and a small divot forms in between. “Your auntie?”

The image is clearly an Amitābha Buddha surrounded by the petals of a lotus flower. While you aren’t the type to randomly tattoo religious iconography, the buddha always meant something special to you. Seeing your ink brings back memories of copying out sutras and meditating with your grandmother. The peace and serenity, the promise of better things . . . but you can’t help yourself teasing the abbot.

“Mmm. Did I say auntie? Maybe it’s my uncle. What do you think?” You look back at him, entertained by the series of emotions crossing his face. Some find Kennyo hard to read, but you’ve learned his little quirks. The slight shift of his lips or brows, the depths of his grey eyes.

Kennyo crosses the distance between you and peers at your tattoo closely. His eyelashes brush your skin just a breath before his lips follow. “I think you’re teasing me. Wicked woman.” The air between you thickens with tension from the intensity of his gaze and the subtle humor in his voice.

“Wicked?” You turn to face him, your eyes wide and pretending at innocence.

His eyes crinkle at the corners from the wide smile that lights up his harsh features and turns them soft and kind. “You mock me.”

Your cheeks grow warm under his regard. The gentle admonition of his words leaves you feeling a tiny bit guilty. “Ok, yes. It’s not a family member.” You look away, trying to think of how best to explain the tattoo, what it means to you. Why you got it done. Honest expression is hard, especially with someone like Kennyo.

His rough thumb brushes your cheek. “You need not explain yourself.” His fingertips drift along the curve of your neck to brush the inked skin of your shoulder. “It is beautiful. Unexpected. Like you.”

You cannot help the shiver of pleasure that runs through you at his touch. He is so decently indecent that it is maddening. “I want you to understand though,” you reply, and pull yourself together. “I got it a few years after my grandmother died. She - she wouldn’t have approved of a tattoo but . . . I wanted something special. A way to remember her, and the things she brought to my life. Faith and peace and . . . just that feeling I would get, at the temple with her.”

Kennyo nods, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Admirable intent.”

“Do you really like it?” You can’t help the way your insecurity infects your words. You don’t often open up to anyone, preferring to deflect and joke.

“I do. Though I wonder if it is heretical to find you so . . . intoxicating.”

You glance over your shoulder to meet his gaze. The heat in his eyes sends another shiver through you. “I should probably -” you gesture toward the door and all the work awaiting both of you on the other side.

“Probably,” he agrees, pulling you into his arms.

Motonari

Your head breaks the surface of the water with a splash. You splutter and gag, spitting out the salty taste of the sea as you try to get your bearings. None of which is helped by the smirking laughter of a certain pirate as he bobs in the water nearby.

“I really hate you sometimes,” you mutter, glaring at him from under the ruins of your wet hair. The weight of your wet kimono is pulling you down, so you wriggle out of it.

Motonari grabs your floating clothes. “Don’t much care how you feel right now, princess. We gotta swim to shore.”

“Obviously,” you huff. “But I’m pretty sure we could have taken one of your little boats. You didn’t have to throw me overboard.”

He chuckles. “‘Course not. That part was for fun.”

You sigh, realizing your glare is getting you nowhere. “Fine.” You start for shore with Motonari at your side. Despite saying he didn’t care, you can feel his gaze on you as he stays by your side until your feet touch the sand. And once you arrive, he guides you over to a shady spot to rest.

“Have a sip o’ this.” Motonari holds out a flask.

“What is it?” You reach for the proffered drink. “Rum?” Afterall, pirates drink rum, right?

“Aguardente de medronho. Try it.”

Just as your hand reaches the flask, Motonari grabs your arm, gloved fingers wrapping around your wrist. “What’s that, princess?”

You instinctively pull back, but he doesn’t let go. Instead, he turns your arm to look at the inner side. You realize he must have noticed your tattoo, small as it is. There at the crook of your elbow is a line in the shape of a wave. Easy to overlook, as you intended. Something for you, not to share.

“Would you let go?” You pull again, but to no avail.

Motonari squints at the design, leaning close. “Didja steal something and get caught?”

“What? No!” You can’t help the horrified expression on your face. “I’m not a criminal!”

His gloved fingertip traces the delicate lines and whorls of the wave. The sensation is oddly intimate, and you feel a rush of unexpected warmth. “Nothin’ wrong with being a thief. It’s the getting caught part. Disappointin’.”

“Motonari! I didn’t get caught. I paid for that tattoo. On purpose. From an artist!”

He turns his head to regard your expression, a playful smirk hiding in the corners of his lips. You realize right then that he’s teasing you. “Huh. I’m tempted to believe ya. Your head’s too full of flowers to be a criminal mind.”

You find yourself pulled into his garnet gaze, unable to look away. He’s so close, and you are suddenly very aware of how little clothing you have on, and how little it conceals when its sopping wet. You are half naked on a beach with a mad pirate that thinks he owns you. And instead of being afraid or angry, you are enjoying the banter.

“What’s the matter? All them flowers getting in the way of talking?” The smirk breaks free, turning into a broad, carefree smile.

“N-no!” You take a breath and look away. “Just trying to find the smallest words I can use to explain a tattoo to you.”

Motonari laughs again, the sound a pleasant and low. “I’ve seen plenty of tattoos. Just never one on a woman.”

“Well, where I come from it’s not uncommon.” You glance back at him and realize he hasn’t moved. If anything, he seems even closer now.

“Huh. So why’d you get one?”

You nod, trying to gather your thoughts. Motonari is so frustratingly distracting. It isn’t fair that he is so pretty. And to be honest, you’d rather think about that than explain your tattoo. But he asked.

“I . . . umm. I went through some rough times. Me and my dad. There were times after mom died that I - I felt like we would never be happy. That -” You swallow, remembering the feelings of helplessness. The sense that there was no point to anything. Waking up and just wishing you were still asleep because it hurt to be awake.

Motonari’s thumb strokes the side of your arm, far more gentle a gesture than you would have expected from the brash pirate.

“A-anyway, I wanted to remind myself that storms come and go. Something small and just for me, that I would always have. So I could look at it when I feel hopeless and just remember that this will pass and things will get better.” You clear your throat, trying to pretend telling him this is no big deal. Hoping the dampness in your eyes doesn’t give you away.

“Huh.”

You catch his gaze again and there is something unexpectedly soft in the scarlet depths of his eyes. The smirk has fallen away, and his lips part as if he is about to speak. Instead, Motonari lets out a slow breath, and then he looks away. For a long moment, neither of you says anything.

There is tension in the silence between you, but also a sense of comfort. A few breaths to give you a chance to get a hold of your emotions. To relax, held closer to the pirate captain than ever before.

“So . . . anyway, umm, should we keep moving?” You swallow, hoping to move on to a less emotional topic.

He lets go of you and takes a swig from the flask. “To gettin’ through storms.” He holds it out to you and this time you take it.

The liquor heats on its way down your throat, the slight bitterness lingering on your tongue.

Kicho

“Aaah!” You let out a surprised shout as your door slides open. Your kimono is only half on and it’s still dark outside your shuttered windows. You struggle to pull it on as you turn around to see who invaded your room at this ungodly hour.

Kicho stands in the doorway, his light green eyes almost glowing in the dim lantern light. His jaw is set in a familiar frown, though you aren’t sure why.

“Sorry for shouting,” you murmur, trying to quickly tie your kimono shut.

He ignores your apology. “Is that a tattoo?”

You blink, confused for a moment before you realize he must have spotted the ink on your shoulder blades. “Oh. Umm. I’m not a criminal or anything.” You swallow, feeling the full force of his regard as he crosses the room to close in on you.

“I did not suggest you were. Yet.” He raises one, perfectly arched brow. “Let me see it.”

You nod, realizing a refusal would not look good about now. “So, if I can ask, why did you come to get me? Do you . . . normally wake the maids?”

His response is a soft, impatient sniff. A dismissal of your question as silly. “Stop delaying.”

With a sigh, you lower the back of your kimono again to show your upper back. Three sunflowers cluster just below the nape of your neck, spreading their bright petals over your shoulder blades. “See? Clearly not irezumi kei.” You start to pull your kimono back up, but his cool hand on your shoulder stops you.

“These are . . . I haven’t seen tattoos like this since -” You feel the brush of his hand along your spine, and the accompanying shiver isn’t from the cold.

“They are common where I’m from. More or less.” You turn your head to see his expression. Is he suspicious, you wonder. But his gaze is softer than you’ve seen since coming to his manor, his lips curved in a smile more sensual than cynical.

Kicho’s hand rests between your shoulders as if trying to grasp the inked blossom. “And where is that? There is no village with a horishi so skilled.” His eyes snap to yours, the gentleness gone behind an icy wall.

You can’t tell him the truth, but a lie might get you in as much trouble. “It’s, umm, I . . .” Panicked, you try to look away to give yourself a moment to think.

His other hand catches your chin, holding your head still. “Where?”

“I - I told you before. A small village. It’s not important. I didn’t get it there. A nanban trader did it for me here, in Sakai. Because I - I saw one like it and I thought it was pretty.” You swallow, unsure if he’ll buy it.

Kicho’s eyes narrow as he studies your expression. “A nanban trader?”

You realize that you need to say something to derail this line of questioning. Your eyes go wide. “Does it look bad? I was so worried and since it’s on my back . . . but I thought . . .” Your panic helps bring a damp teariness to your eyes and a genuine worry to your voice.

“It -” He looks down at the tattoo again. “It is very lovely. On you.” His voice carries an unexpected gentleness, and you feel the touch of his finger tracing the line of your jaw. “Lovely.”

The touch and his words bring heat to your face, and you feel your pulse take off at a gallop. You remind yourself again that Kicho is the enemy, but it’s hard to keep that at the forefront of your thoughts in this oddly intimate moment. “Thank you.”

“Why did you get this? Merely for the look of it?”

You didn’t particularly want to have this discussion, but he’s asked and you see no harm in admitting the reason. “Well . . . someone told me this flower means admiration. And that three of them together are a - a confession. Of love.” You can feel the heat in your cheeks as you speak, though you aren’t sure if it’s because of how close he is, or what you’re saying. “The colors and type of sunflowers give them additional layers of meaning but . . . I got them to remind myself I am loved. And that I love myself.”

“You are . . . a strange woman,” he says after a moment. “And we are late. Finish dressing and meet me at the entrance.” Despite the sharp words, he seems reluctant to let you go, only doing so when you step away.

“I’ll see you there? It won’t take me a minute.” You hurriedly pull up the kimono and finish tying it off.

He nods, still focused intently on you. “Don’t dally.” His gaze flits to your now covered ink. “And don’t be ashamed of something you should that has such meaning and beauty.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen kennyo #ikesen motonari #ikesen kicho #fanfiction #otome #fanfic #otome guys #fluff

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