#sasuke x mc

[beneathashadytree]

MISSED YOU - SASUKE SARUTOBI X READER

Warnings : none that I can think of, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 1.3K words

Additional notes : No plot, just some cozy friends-to-lovers vibes (because yes, I adore this man and his trope).

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Masterlist

“Your friendly neighborhood ninja comes bearing gifts.”

“Sasuke!” Immediately dropping the needle and thread in their hand, they jumped up from their work desk. The kimono they’d been carefully embroidering was long abandoned by the time they’d catapulted themself into his arms, already open and waiting.

A rare smile of his (though, was it really all that rare if he’d been giving them so many glimpses of it freely these days?) was on his face, brown eyes twinkling with what they could cleary tell was unadulterated joy as he pulled them into a tight embrace.

“Missed me?”

“When do I not?” They shook their head helplessly, before quickly reaching up to pull him into a sudden, passionate kiss, all eager lips and teasing tongue.

A slightly dazed look was on his blushing face as he finally pulled away for air, clumsily adjusting his glasses with shaky hands. They couldn’t help but muffle a laugh; it was a special kind of delight, flustering their normally straight-faced boyfriend. “I should go away for longer periods of time is this is the kind of reception I receive when I’m back, you know.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” Playfully pushing him by the shoulder, he caught their wrists in his hand, an infinitely affectionate look in his eyes.

“I wouldn’t. I’d probably miss you too much.” Frank as he sounded, and straightforward as his words were, they couldn’t believe that he had the gall to say such things so seemingly-easily.

“Flirt.” Rolling their eyes despite their warming cheeks, they tugged him to have a seat by their little table by the window. “Have you been spending too much time with Shingen lately?”

“No, why?”

“Ah, adopting Yukimura’s oblivion now I see.” Humming, they began to pull out the stash of snacks they’d set to the side for breaks amidst their work. “Having fun messing with me, are you?”

Sasuke couldn’t help himself and cracked another smile, giving up on the act as he took a seat, wrapping an arm around them and stopping them from bringing out even more food tht they would surely be unable to finish and still have an appetite for dinner. “Sorry.”

“You’re not in the slightest.”

A huff of a laugh, and a squeeze to their shoulder came at that. “Not really, no.” With his free hand, he popped a round thing into his mouth, a pleasantly surprised expression coming on his face. “Oh? Are these supposed to be kettle-cooked chips?”

“I tried my best.” Shrugging, they pointed to the teapot in the corner of the room—or, what used to be a teapot, considering that it was currently half-charred and half-melted. “Apparently, we’re still a few hundred years too early to go experimenting with that and make it out unscathed.”

Their boyfriend hummed in satisfaction, taking another one to pop into his mouth. “For what it’s worth, they’re actually good, even if they came at the price of one historical artifact,” he said between chews, giving them a thumbs up.

“You did mention missing your favorite chips last month…”

After swallowing, Sasuke remained still for a bit, unmoving and almost unblinking. They liked to call this his “rebooting” and gave him the customary minute or two for him to school his expression into something else. Much to their delight, it morphed into one of raw happiness and a sweet shade of affection.

“You’ll do me in one day.” Taking their hand in his, he squeezed it fondly. “Thank you. That was very thoughtful of you.”

Feeling slightly bashful at his praise now, they waved him off with red cheeks. “Let me do something grander next time, and we’ll see if then you’ll die of surprise. But I will die of curiosity if you don’t show me the gifts you declared you brought!”

“Well, they’re only really two small things, not much.” Digging into his seemingly-never-ending pockets, he pulled out two little boxes, carefully wrapped with intricately designed silk bows.

Though they were eager to see what he’d gotten them, they had half a mind to keep those ribbons for repurposing later on, and so handled them quite deftly. The two boxes now sitting on their little table, they could feel their heart melt bit by bit, until all they could feel in their chest was this oddly fuzzy feeling.

“Sasuke… this is adorable,” they breathed out. One was what they assumed was an expensive-looking silver paper weight, in the shape of a very familiar squirrel and adorned with sparkling gemstones of varying vibrant colors. They shone with every angle they turned it, and it somehow managed to be just as cute as the pet it was fashioned after. Grinning up at him, they paused from admiring the delicate craftsmanship. “Now I won’t have to worry about missing Kunai when she’s away with you.”

“Though I highly doubt this would offer the same benefits of protection, it bears a striking resemblance, I think.” His attention now turned to the other box, still covered by the velvet cloth covering what was inside. “Here, I’ll put yours on you.”

Before they could get a curious glance at it, he’d already fiddled with their forearm, and then sat back to admire it. Once they’d gotten a good look at what he’d made them wear, they instantly stiffened and their jaw dropped. Sasuke’s eyebrows furrowed at their reaction.

“Do you… like it?”

“Like it?” they incredulously asked, twisted the snake-shaped bracelet that now encircled their arm to display the emerald eyes. “Sasuke, did you, I don’t know, sell a kidney or something?”

At that, a slightly smug smile made its way on his face. “This is what happens when you read ‘Saving Up 101’ and memorize it as a kid. I happen to have a lot saved up.”

“I didn’t know ninja work paid that well. Might as well shift careers, honestly,” they mumbled, still in shock as they carefully touched the gold bracelet that looked like it had taken a painstakingly long time to craft. “This is gorgeous, Sasuke. Thank y—oh?”

When they looked up, they saw Sasuke sheepishly presenting his own arm, with a matching bracelet snaking up his arm, only this one with blood-red rubies for eyes. “I thought I’d get us matching ones. Since I can’t wear something that dangles or makes noise or is too flashy, a tight bracelet that I could wear under my sleeves seemed like the most plausible choice, and—oof!”

Before he could continue, they’d already thrown themself ontop of him and sent them both toppling down to the floor in a fiercely tight hug, before quickly peppering so many kisses on his face that it was physically impossible to point out a spot that wasn’t covered in chapstick. An airy laugh bubbled up in his chest, and his arms automatically pulled them in closer so that they perfectly slotted against each other.

“I’m kind of glad you didn’t think of a ring,” they mumbled against his chest, “So now I can surprise you with one down the line.”

And Sasuke, calm and cool Sasuke who was always unperturbed by most non-fanboy-related things, was rendered speechless again—partially because he couldn’t believe he’d been so hilariously stupid to forget about the existence of unobtrusive rings, and partially because the promise implied in their words turned him into a flustered mess that couldn’t produce a single cohesive thought.

All he did was shakily inhale a long breath, his trembling fingers clutching at the back of their shirt, desperate to ground himself for a moment or two before he lost all senses. They really are going to be the death of me, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to will his fluttering heart to still in his chest; a request too difficult to achieve when someone had fallen so utterly and helplessly in love.

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[the-secondborn-of-seven]

Witch of Penchant

Prologue: Part 2/4

Shingen x MC (Mai)

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Logline - A women in nuns clothes, with an unsettling resemblance to a fox, the witch of Honno-ji, has traveled back in time to an era she has already lived through. She accidentally saved the life of Nobunaga Oda, but now she wonders how else the past has changed.

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A tall (Big, Giant, full head Taller than the one she held hands with) man in a brown haori and dull red kimono, with a massive sword bound in red, looked to them, “What’s this Yuki? We’ve been here ten minutes and you’ve already found yourself a woman?” He grinned as he approached ‘Yuki’ at the edge of the unforested path.

“Don’t tease me, Shingen-sama. She was about to dive off the cliff.” ‘Yuki’ responded, pushing Mai into the clearing.

Mai stumbled, “I knew where I was going much better than you bumbling fool.“

“Yeah? At night in the woods, you mean? What for?” ‘Yuki’ asked.

Mai sighed, “I was looking for a shortcut to my happy place…” (my cave, I just want to be in my cave!)

‘Shingen’ looked at her, “Hmm… Smoke from Honno-ji and a woman all alone at night. Perhaps you’re a ghost? Though you’re the most beautiful ghost I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks,” Mai pulled a vine from her leg, ”A ghost would be an accurate description for me.”

A flash of white appeared then quickly vanished from view. The shrubbery rustled as animals made their way to safety from the smoke muddying the air. If one listened closely, some creature wasn’t fleeing, but circling the clearing, the sound then suddenly plummeted into the forest. Mai Scanned the edge of the clearing where the sound disappeared.

There! A path! Darting out from between the tents, she rushed to the footpath.

“Mizusaki-san! Mizusa—–-” Toyotomi-san and Akechi-san called after her. Walking along the path until the camp fell from view, and the noise of bustling soldiers faded, Mai searched for the white flash of fur (Searched—searched is the wrong word;) once certain of her solitude, Mai stood in the path, waiting. A fox appeared. White, with a striking grey mask, and a black cowl. The fox stood on its hind legs, it was unusually large, coming up to Mai’s chest.

It held out a torch to the witch, “You and the rift are safe, I assume?”

“Yes? Why do you have a torch?” Mai grabbed the torch.

“Have you seen the fire?”

“I was in the fire.” Mai held the 

“How unfortunate for you.”

“Bearsace, What did you do?” Mai gestured back at the temple to her fox familiar.

Bearsace sneered at the witch, “There was an army surrounding the temple, they were coming for people in the temple. What's more urgent, a fire or a girl with her fox?”

“Fine, fine. Head to the cave.” Mai said, continuing to walk along the path. “I will catch up to you later, I am going to search the area.”

“So brave of you. When you get to the cave, we will have to hide until the army departs.” Bearsace said before once again fading into the wood.

Just then, the soft chiming of bells and dry leaves being crushed under someone’s foot could be heard.

“Ojou-san, what are you doing in the woods this late at night?” said a weathered looking man with a chiseled looking face, smiling as he walked towards the woman—a fact made more intimidating by the scar slashing across his face. Was he a Buddhist monk from Honno-ji? The man in yellow and purple robes did not bring to mind any monks Mai knew from Honno-ji the first time it burned. His shakujo, a prayer staff with rings, shook with every step.

The Monk said, “I am called Kennyo and I am a traveling monk. Perhaps I can be of assistance to you?”

Mai’s attention flitted to him, "A kind offer, but I know these woods quite well.” Rings, RINGS! He fits the silhouette of the man I saw attack Oda-sama. Mai’s eyes narrowed as he took a long stride towards her only to put a hand softly on my shoulder.

Kennyo, squeezing her shoulder, said, “You should return home quickly; demons lurk in the woods at night.” His eyes - they were so strange and I chilled, his smile seemed friendly but cruel.

Mai responded, “No worries, I am going that way,” He smelled of soot. She wrinkled her nose before melting into the brush like she was made for the shadows.

Mai raced through the woods. Her path was as familiar as a fondly remembered dream, but she was as sure footed as she was fast. Quickly the sound of the windy cliff face reached her ears. So close to her second home. So close to the fox, she so recently could only speak in alleyways under the cover of dark. Then…

SLAM! “Watch it!”

Out of nowhere, a man grabbed her by the arm, yanking her backward. “Whoa!” She fell backwards onto the man, sending them both to the ground.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry!” A well built man with a handsome face was lying below like an unhappy cushion. Mai scooted off, kneeling at his side.

The man, dressed in red, looked startled, “Whoa, are you crazy? Don’t move!”

As she stood up, he did too, grabbing her from behind and pulling her against him. Wind came from a great depth and tugged at her hair. The cliff stretched downward as the endless sky overhead sparkled with the stars.

The man in red smiled in relief, “That was close.”

Mai stared into the vast night, stars were so much brighter here and now, she sighed out a “Gratefully, and what are you doing so close to a cliff?” She turned in his arms, the question was blunt as her gaze mere inches from his face.

The man’s face turned almost as red as his haori, “Uh…”

“Um?” Mai said.

The man in red began to reel back, away from the cliff “I don’t need thanks. Just give me some space, would you!”

“Right!,” Mai said, she would have continued to the cliff, but the man caught her arm once more.

“Not that way.” He pleaded with her.

“I’m just giving you some space.”

The man pulled closer to her, stabilizing on a young tree, “Well watch it. that rock is loose. Can’t you see that for yourself?”

Down the cliff is the quickest way to bearsace, Mai scoffed, knowing the route well, even if the path wasn’t clear to mortal eyes. “Look I understand your concern, alright? But I’m perfectly sure footed here.” She kicked the rock, it pinged off the rocks and tumbled down below. She took his hand before pushing through the brush to walk a narrow path between the drop and trees.

“Hey!,” the man let himself be pulled along, “I’m not mad at you, okay?“ He was smiling now, their hands interlocked.

"Good” Mai smirked at the awkward man. He was quite boyish in attitude as they walked together. They came upon a wider stretch of clearing with several people gathered.

A tall (Big, Giant, full head Taller than the one she held hands with) man in a brown haori and dull red kimono, with a massive sword bound in red, looked to them, “What’s this Yuki? We’ve been here ten minutes and you’ve already found yourself a woman?” He grinned as he approached ‘Yuki’ at the edge of the unforested path.

“Don’t tease me, Shingen-sama. She was about to dive off the cliff.” ‘Yuki’ responded, pushing Mai into the clearing.

Mai stumbled, “I knew where I was going much better than you bumbling fool.“

“Yeah? At night in the woods, you mean? What for?” ‘Yuki’ asked.

Mai sighed, “I was looking for a shortcut to my happy place…” (my cave, I just want to be in my cave!)

‘Shingen’ looked at her, “Hmm… Smoke from Honno-ji and a woman all alone at night. Perhaps you’re a ghost? Though you’re the most beautiful ghost I’ve ever seen.”

“Thanks,” Mai pulled a vine from her leg, ”A ghost would be an accurate description for me.”

The second person in the clearing made themself known, “Your ability to spew cheap pick up lines never ceases to amaze me.”

Shingen laughed, “I just call it like I see it, Uesugi.”

(Shingen and Uesugi. Weren’t they rivals?)

A masked man appeared beside Uesugi, “My lords, I have returned. Oda’s forces have extinguished the fires at Honno-ji.”

He seemed to have come through the surrounding thickets. Strangely his footsteps didn’t make a sound. (Dressed for camouflage and ease of movement with a close fitting layer that won’t rustle. It's been so long since I've been in a world with shinobi.)

“Thank you for your investigation, Sasuke. So, I presume Oda is still alive then?” Uesugi asked. 

Sasuke answered solemnly, “Yes.”

(They are not exactly celebrating that fact are they?)

Shingen responded grimly, “He’s got the devil’s luck.”

“Or he’s the devil.” Yuki added. 

The group gathered closer, their tones were hush and serious. It was clear that they don’t like Nobunaga, but they do take him seriously. Suddenly, the shinobi looked at Mai.

“You - ”

"Me?“

Uesugi looked over, “Yuki brought her. Do you know this woman?”

Sasuke blinked, no other emotions were readable on his face, “No. I was mistaken. Though I spotted a village on the way here. She must be from there. I’ll escort her home.”

“Moving quick aren’t you, Sasuke-kun?” Shingen moved towards Mai, ”Give the rest of us a chance, will you?”

Sasuke had already started encouraging her towards a break in the thicket, “Takeda-sama, please. You and the others should return to the city.“ Excusing himself, the shinobi took her hand as the two disappeared into the woods.

"Hold on, you’ve got it wrong. I’m not from a village or anywhere near here, I was going to hide in my cave for the time being- ”

Sasuke stopped to lean against a fallen tree, “I know. I’ve been expecting you. Wait, Cave?”

(What does he mean by that?)(What does she mean by that?)

(He’s been expecting me?) “Wait, wait,” He turned, ensuring they were deep enough in the dark woods. The shinobi then lowered his mask, “Do you recognize me now?”

“Uh, oh hey! You’re the med-school student at the Honno-ji monument!” Mai saw the resemblance to the med school student in green with the watch! The cloud burst, the lightning bolt, the shattering stone…  His watch, lab coat, and green shirt were gone, replaced by his shinobi attire.

Sasuke pulled a microfiber cloth from his person, cleaning his glasses absentmindedly, “Post graduate in physics not medicine. But I’m glad you remember me. That makes things easier. “

“I’m so glad I found you” Mai sat beside him, relieved,”…Why are you a shinobi?” Relief–gone.

“It’s easiest if I start from the beginning.” Sasuke put his glasses on, “I go by Sasuke Sarutobi and just like you I come from the present, or the future, rather.”

Sasuke slowly began to explain what had happened since the encounter at the stone monument.

“So your explanation,” Mai stumbled through the complicated physics, “is that lightning strikes cause spacetime to warp around us and sent us into the past?” It was… close to the rifts reality.

Sasuke responded, “Yes, that is a very simplified and condensed version of my theory. We entered the wormhole at the same time. However, I arrived four years prior to you. In that time I’ve learned that this Sengoku period, Japan’s civil war is different than the one we’re familiar with.”

Mai carefully listened to Sarutobi-san’s explanation. According to him—just like what had happened to Nobunaga and Mai, Sarutobi-san had arrived at the date of Uesugi Kenshin’s historical death. But Sarutobi-san’s quick thinking and knowledge of modern medicine had ensured Uesugi-sama’s survival.

Now he—like Oda-sama—was alive but they weren’t the only ones. Takeda Shingen (the tall flirt) on the cliffs was supposed to have died by this time too. In this strange place and time, he too was alive when he shouldn’t be.

What would Mai tell Bearsace, that she hadn’t protected the rift? That she might not be the witch he knew a day ago? Where was her present (past self)? “I can’t believe it. What am I going to do? What’s happening next?”

Sasuke didn’t seem to react to Mai panicking other than stroking her back, “To a degree. We’re in an alternate Sengoku period, not the one we know from school. Because of fluctuations in spacetime we’re in a divergent time - one in which history will take a different course.”

Mai slumped further. (He knows about the rifts, he knows about the rifts, he knows about the rifts, he knows far too much about the rifts!!!!!)

Sasuke continued, “I major in theoretical astrophysics at Kyoto University, specializing in wormholes and their potential for time travel. I’d conceived of a method for predicting the conditions for and patterns by which traversable wormholes manifested. That’s why I was at the stone monument that day. To verify my method.”

Sasuke had a smile in his voice, “I’ve been looking for you here, expecting you must have traveled back in time as I did. I hadn’t conceived of the possibility that you would arrive four years later.”

“Has it been hard?” It was surprising to Mai how emotionless he sounded. She remembered how Japan used to be, war-hardened, next to the kawaii scenic tourist location foreigners so romanticized in the twenty-first century. Mai quietly said, ”This is a war hell compared to the Japan you grew up in.”

Sasuke finally smiled, “I suppose you could say it’s a dream for me.  I get to see famous men and women of the Sengoku Period with my own eyes.”

“You’re strangely chipper about this.” Mai needs to get him home, probably now, and this was taking priority over discussing the properties of the rift with Bearsace after hearing how much history has changed.

Sasuke was happily talking now, “My parents were huge history buffs. I got my name from Sarutobi Sasuke-”

“Sarutobi Sasuke doesn’t exist. And I know that because I—hmm—Because I’m an actual historian.” He already knows about the rift—time travel—Mai considered just telling him about her being a witch.

Sasuke's face twitched, or lit up, “The legendary shinobi who served Sanada Yukimura. Because that Sasuke is fictional, I’ve taken his 'place’ in this time. That will let me keep my historical impact low.“

Mai fake laughed, ”Saving a dead man’s life isn’t low. And since when were you a shinobi, boy?” I was half joking. “Or is that something you picked up while you were here, Sarutobi-san?”

"I studied that here. It seemed useful to pick up a marketable vocation. Oh, please call me Sasuke.”

"Oh! I’m Mizusaki Mai. Mai is fine.” (We were each other’s only connection to home after all.From astrophysicist to shinobi. He’s frighteningly quick at adapting. I shook off my shock.)

Sasuke put out his hand. “Right now I’m employed with the men you saw earlier. Come with me. I promise I’ll find a way to return us both to the present.”

(Now would be the time to tell him I’m a witch.)

Mai was ready to take his hand when the sound of horses' hooves interrupted the silence.

[siebenschoen]

and I never want to believe (that happiness is something different, something more

@ ao3

fandom: ikemen sengoku

pairing: yukimura x mc x sasuke

tags: pre-relationship

summary:

Kasugayama is plagued by the summer heat, thankfully Sasuke and Mai have a beach (lake) episode planned. Or, alternatively: three silly, goofy friends discover that sometimes a trio is just the right amount of people.

The Kasugayama summers are hot. Unbearably so. Mai spends most of her time in doors, crawling from shadowy place to shadowy place whenever the sun travels further into her hiding places. The summer wardrobe she had sown herself – and had been so excited about in winter, back when sunshine seemed like a long-lost dream and not a constant never ending hell – while airy, doesn’t help much when even existing within the limits of her own skin feels like a punishment. When Mai sleeps, she dreams of Air Conditioning Units and iced tea. Neither of which are currently at her disposal. Or will be for the next three hundred years or so.

She has been hibernating indoors for what feels like years, when she decides that it needs to stop. She is bored. Bored out of her mind. Maybe a few days away from turning into a serial killer bored. Her encloser needs enrichment bored. At this point she feels like she knows the wooden ceiling pattern in her room as well as the great hall by heart and she’s starting to get a really good grip on the one in Sasuke’s room as well. Not a good sign. She could start a new sewing project. And usually she probably would, but – and it pains her to even think so – currently the idea of picking up needle and thread evokes nothing but dread in her. Not only seems the heat to have dried up all her creative energy – she is usually proud to say that she is pretty good at picking up inspiration from even the most unusual sources – but the thought of having any extra fabric draped over her lap while stitching makes her want to dig a deep, and preferably cold, hole to bury herself into.

Nevertheless, Mai needs something to do. Anything to set her mind on. Overwise she might join Kenshin in his… intense obsession with sharp objects. Unfortunately, the heat derives her of any energy to actually be creative and come up with something herself, which is how she finds herself in Sasuke’s quarters… whining. To his credit, Sasuke handles her poorly delivered sob story about dying of boredom with a sincerity and grace that is almost enviable. He sorts the smoke bombs he was working on when Mai dramatically fell through his door into neat little piles in front of him, pushes his glasses up with one finger and gives her a look as she’s sprawled on his floor that makes Mai feel like she’s part of a secret mission. It’s almost enough to make her feel excited despite the heat. “Why don’t we go down to the lake later? It’s fed by springs so the water should be cold enough to cool even you down.” Cold water does sound nice. Really, really nice. Mai tries to sit up while hitting her open hand with her fist. She fails a little with the balance but is positive – from the look of mild concern on Sasuke’s face – that it came across as part of her natural grace and charm. “That’s a great idea! I could pack some lunch and then it will be just like a trip to the beach!”

On her way out of the door she can hear a faint gasp and Sasuke’s awed whisper. “We’ve reached the beach trip episode.”

It’s easy enough to convince the maids of Kasugayama’s kitchen to let her grab a few bites and snacks here and there. They like her well enough, although Mai is convinced, they think her a strange anomaly that can get away with almost too much in front of their lords. But even though Mai is considered to be of significantly higher status, as a personal friend to the lord of the castle – Kenshin’s friendship is a difficult thing to obtain and a baffling thing to hold – she always finds time to chat with them, listen to their complaints, offer up some ramblings of her own and fix up their clothes whenever something needs mending. So, yes, they think her strange, but they still like her despite that. Some, she suspects, harbour even a little motherly concern for her. A young, unmarried woman constantly surrounded by equally unmarried men, some of them known to be notorious flirts – Lord Shingen – yes, to a respectable Sengoku woman Mai probably seems to be constantly dangling on the edge of ruin and therefore in dire need of a bit of care and protection.

Lucky for her, today that protective instinct shows itself in a heaping supply of picnic goodies. She has a bit of a hard time carrying them all down the hallway to the spot where she is supposed to meet up with Sasuke, but that’s fine. The thoughts of cool waters and relaxing shades keep her going. It will be nice to get out of the castle for bit. Kasugayama isn’t exactly a narrow confinement, in fact she has gotten lost on her way more than once. Particularly in her early time here. But there’s only so many times you can lay down to watch the faint wind rustle through the gardens before you get a serious case of cabin fever. Besides she has always loved day trips, back in the future. Unfortunately, they are very unusual here in the Sengoku. Not only because traveling does take a significant amount of time and is related to far more dangers than Mai was ever used to, but also because the concept of self-care and taking time off for yourself hasn’t really reached the popularity she was used to. Mai has just started debating how Instagram influencers would try to sell their relaxing evening with their #favouritebathsuppliesever to the average Sengoku audience, when she feels a weight being lifted from her shoulders. “What armies are you planning on feeding?”, Yukimura’s already slightly irritated voice asks her. “Just the special forces,” she quips back while trying to snatch her picnic bag back. He holds them up higher – just out of her reach – and his usual kind of grumpy facial expression is rounded off with genuine confusion. Mai rolls her eyes at him. “Sasuke and me. We are going down to the lake.” “Oh,” Yukimura says in his infinite wisdom and lowers the bag just enough that she can make another (successful) attempt to grab it. “Alone?” There’s a flicker of… something on his face. He looks almost hurt, which in turn makes Mai feel bad. Very bad. She knows that it can’t always be easy being friends with both Sasuke and her. They have three hundred years of knowledge and stories to share between them, reference that Yukimura can’t possibly understand. And as much as she treasures the familiarity this brings to Sasuke’s and her relationship, she doesn’t want Yukimura to feel left out.

Ever since she arrived in Kasugayama it has always been the three of them. She knows that Sasuke and Yukimura were close even before then, but she can’t help but feel like she nestled herself quite neatly into their dynamic. She loves the bickering and easy camaraderie she has with Yukimura. His friendship brings out her fire. He is so brave and passionate about the things he loves that she can’t help but be so as well. And Sasuke offers comfort that no one else quite can. He understands the path she walked, because he walked it as well. Where Yukimura makes her want to fight, Sasuke keeps her grounded. She needs them, both of them.

Only when Yukimura’s ears start to turn red and his mouth twitches slightly, does Mai realise that she’s been starring at him for a quite some time now. “Well,” she says as she vows to herself to make Yukimura feel included and needed, “Unless you want to come with?” He hesitates for a moment before he grabs her picnic bag right back. “You’ll need someone to carry all of this any way.” And then adds, perhaps to distract from the redness that is slowly but surely spreading to his cheeks, “Dummies can’t be trusted with that.” Because she is a gracious person and fantastic friend Mai just laughs and follows him out of the castle.

[…]

The lake is beautiful. Slightly hidden between the rolling hills and mountains, the sun hasn’t yet managed to dry out the surrounding greenery and everything looks, smells, <em>feels</em> lush and alive. They find a secluded patch of grass flanked by sun-warm stones and rustling trees. Mai leaves Sasuke and Yukimura to unpack and darts to where the lake water is lapping at stones and tree trunks. The water is clear and still and when she looks close enough she can see little fish darting between the cool grey stones. Here, at the edge, the lake seems shallow enough to easily walk into it, though she can already make out a few deeper spots. She can hardly wait to get into it. She skips back to where the other two are settling in and helps Yukimura to brace their clay water bottles between some rocks in the lakes water to keep them cool. The water is pleasantly cold against her fingers, and she only grows more excited. This was a good idea. In fact, this probably was a damn near perfect idea.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting in there. Now,” she says, pointing at the lake. Sasuke pushes his glasses up, the ghost of smile dancing on his lips. “Seeing as we came all the way here to do exactly that, that’s a fairly reasonable plan of action. One I’ll be delighted to participate in as well.” “That’s a rather impractical way of saying you will go for a swim,” Yukimura grumbles from the side. As opposed to Mai and Sasuke, who are still standing, he has settled into the grass, a piece of melon already in hand. “Now, now,” Sasuke clasps him on the shoulder, “I think you of all people, my dear friend, are not in position to judge people for how well they express themselves with words.” That comment makes Yukimura splutter, but – already beet red – he doesn’t manage more than a indignant “Hey!” as a comeback. Once again proving Sasuke right.

Countless of beach and swimming trips have taught Mai that it is quite a good idea to wear your swimsuit already under your clothes, if you aren’t too keen on the whole ‘somebody maybe actually very likely is going to see my booby, but I’m still trying to prevent it as elegantly as possible’ spiel and so she comes prepared. It’s easy enough to get out of her thin summer yukata, unlike the fancy kimonos she sometimes wears around the castle. She folds her clothes up neatly and puts them down next to the cloth she brought to dry herself off later. Mai thinks that considering the time – both the period and the spontaneity of their little trip – she has done a fairly good job with her swimming costume. Well, maybe that is a bit of an overstatement. She has grabbed the first shift that seemed like: a) reasonably light material that wouldn’t take long to dry in the sun and b) a simple, but not too long cut that would allow her the necessary freedom of movement. Nevertheless, Yukimura’s alarmed gasp is a bit insulting. “What?”, she turns around, eyebrow raised. As soon as her eyes meet Yukimura’s, his head snaps back to study his piece of melon. The question whether he thought she would jump into the lake in her full outfit is at the tip of her tongue, but a quick glance in Sasuke’s direction and his subtle head shake stops her. Besides she is aiming for amiable and nice today anyway, no reason to goad him. Even after all these months Yukimura can still be painfully shy as it is.

She makes for the lake then. The cold water that laps at her feet sends goose bumps up her body, but after weeks of heat it’s exciting more than anything else. Still she has to bit her lip to keep from yelping as she wades in deeper. Her feet kick up small clouds of dirt and send the little fish scurrying away. The worst parts are her knees and her stomach, but once those are submerged it doesn’t take much bravery to hold her breath and let herself fall beneath the surface. She can feel her hair float up as her body sinks slowly towards the shallow ground of the lake. With her eyes squeezed shut, she tries to concentrate on the feeling of the cold surrounding her that becomes more pleasant with every second. Her feet find the ground, that is more mud than stone now that she has left the shore a few metres behind her. But it still offers enough support so that she can push herself back up and burst through the surface. The sun, to which she returns, feels significantly less burning than the one she left behind. She can see Sasuke coming to join her. His ninja outfit exchanged for a simple pair of pants. A weird feeling bubbles in her tummy at the sight of his bare chest. She and Sasuke are comfortable enough with each other so that they hug the other one freely and often, so she wasn’t completely unaware of the strength his body holds. Hell, logic alone is enough to deduce that a ninja is well trained. But it still makes her feel weird to see it. To be forced to acknowledge it, in a way. Mai pushes that thought process away and throws Sasuke a quick wave before she kicks up her legs to float on the water.

She always liked that. Floating around, feeling almost weightless. The cold water at your back and the sun warming your face and stomach. She closes her eyes and let’s the light paint red patterns on her closed eyelids, listening to the wind in the trees and the slight ripple in the water that Sasuke’s swimming is causing. Every once in a while she opens an eye to check that she isn’t drifting off, but otherwise relaxes and tries to commit this feeling to memory. Lord knows it will be hot and unbearable again soon enough. She doesn’t know how long she spend day dreaming, but by the time she raises herself up the front side of her body as almost dried and sends a fresh thrill of coolness down her spine. Yukimura has moved from his place on the grass to a large stone that protrudes a bit so that he can let his feet dangle in the water. Mai pushes herself forward and lets herself float gently towards him. “Can’t you swim?”

He scoffs. “Of course, I can swim. I’m a samurai.” He sounds honestly offended and for a moment Mai debates to apologise and drop the matter, but the water is so nice, and she is feeling as relaxed as she hasn’t felt in days. If she ever had the energy to go toe to toe with Yukimura it is now. And though she did promise herself to be nice, teasing Yukimura can be just so much fun. “Then why aren’t you joining us?” For a moment Yukimura just stares at her as if to comprehend what she has just said. Or if she has really said it. Then he goes bright red. “I- I can’t- I mean”, he clears his throat, desperately looking everywhere but towards her, “It would- It really wouldn’t be… um, proper, you know.” Mai laughs. “That’s what you’re worried about? But Sasuke’s already in the lake with me!” If possible, Yukimura blushes an even brighter shade of red. “Yeah, but he’s, you know…” “I really don’t” “Well, you and he… Don’t make me say it, dummy!” “Yuki, I genuinely have no idea-” “I think what Yukimura is trying to say,” Sasuke helpfully throws in while he floats past them dead man’s style, “Is that he thinks you and I are in a romantic relationship.” “Oh,” is all Mai can think to say to that, while Yukimura splutters furiously and almost slips from his stone. “But that’s not true,” she adds after a moment. That makes Yukimura look up. His previous embarrassment seemingly forgotten. “You are not?” “No,” Mai says at the same time as Sasuke chimes in with an noncharacteristicly amused “Nope”. “But then why are you like-,” Yukimura gestures between them, “like that?”

For the second time in just a few minutes Mai is genuinely baffled. She is aware that Yukimura sometimes feels left out between Sasuke and her. Hells, she knows that he did so today. But she wouldn’t have guessed that it was because he thought Sasuke and her were dating. And sure, if she’s being honest with herself, she likes Sasuke and he is attractive – and if she is really, really honest, she could see herself dating him in another life that didn’t involve time travel and samurai shenanigans. They work well together, are a good team and Mai always thought that friendships are a great foundation for a relationship. But the point is: her life does involve time travel and  samurai shenanigans and also Yukimura and no matter what she feels for Sasuke, she knows that she also feels the same for Yukimura. They are goofy, silly best friends, that just happen to be also really hot. So, really, it’s not that she and Sasuke are like that, it’s that they all are like that. Sasuke and her, Yukimura and her, and even Yukimura and Sasuke. They all have their little special bonds, but that’s the important part: it’s them, all of them. Without even one it wouldn’t be the same.

“Sasuke and I are like ‘that’,” Mai tries for air quotes, but because she’s trying to stay afloat at the same time so they don’t come across particularly convincing, “Just like you and I or you and him.” He stares at her for a moment, a long moment. Then his gaze darts to Sasuke, who makes finger guns at him, and Yukimura turns bright red before it darts back to Mai. “I don’t think-,” he starts, before Sasuke throws in: “Yeah, that is often the problem. With both of you, really.” That blow comes unexpected. “Hey!”, Mai and Yukimura cry in unison. “You have to admit there’s some truth to it.” Sasuke didn’t take his glasses into the lake, but if he did Mai is sure he would be pushing them up right now. “Yuki, I can understand to some degree. He’s awkward enough at the best of times and this must all be very confusing for him. But you,” he turns to Mai, “I would have expected you to be less dense about it than I was. Although, I did require Lord Shingen’s help.” “What does Lord Shingen have to do with this?”, Yukimura looks almost too confused to be embarrassed, “Whatever this is!” “Well,” Sasuke gives both of them a pointed look, “He congratulated me and informed me that he always thought the only thing better than a team of two is a team of three.” Oh, Mai thinks while Yukimura looks on even more confused than before, oho.

It does make sense: them three being like that, instead of just two of them. She needs them both after all. And they both need her and each other, she supposes. And also, it doesn’t hurt, that they are both very hot. Lord Shingen can be very… special, but he knows desire and probably love as well and she feels like he was dead on right with that one. It does make sense. But even more important than that, the thought of them both feels good, it feels right. And she realises, a bit startled by the thought, that she wants them. She wants them, because they could be just like this, but also perhaps a bit different than this – it would be them. And that’s what she wants. That’s what Sasuke wants. And Yukimura…

She takes Sasuke’s hand in her own, pulling him with her as she swims closer towards Yukimura’s rock. The stone feels warm beneath her fingers as she pulls herself up out of the water and looks at Yukimura from underneath her lashes. “Yuki?”, she asks sweetly, “Have you ever heard of polyamory?” With a sudden yelp Yukimura falls into the lake.

[yams-here]

Naruto Characters who should've been girl dads: a short list

Rock Lee

This man has PURE girl dad energy. He should've had a little girl that wants to kick ass just like him and he is in equal parts excited and worried because that's his little princess and he doesn't want her to get hurt, but he would help her train anyways, because he knows she can do it.

2. Sasuke Uchiha

Not a big fan of Sasuke tbh and ik he's canonically a girl dad but NO THE FUCK HE ISN'T this man nutted and dipped and left Sakura to raise Sarada by herself. In my opinion he should've been sentenced to village arrest in konoha and watched a little girl that looks just like him grow up and realize that he actually likes being a dad (because I think that would be hilarious)

3. Shino Aburame

Shino gives me vibes that he would complain to the manager of a restaurant that there are no baby changing stations in the male bathroom, because of course he would take his child everywhere with him. He needs to have a little girl so she can be a lil weird like him and he can validate every single one of her thoughts.

4. Shikamaru Nara

Shikamaru would just be too ironic for it not to happen. The "women are too troublesome" guy getting a baby girl and the moment he holds her she is the only one that makes sense in the room. If you have a problem with her, you have a problem with him first. "Shikamaru your daughter is too troublesome" No she's not. She's perfect. Shut up. 5. Kankuro

Kankuro is literally a girl dad without having a daughter. Makeup? Check. Dolls? Check. The only thing that would make a weird little girl that plays with barbies more powerful is if she could kick your ass while doing it, and he would 100% teach his baby how to do it. 6. Naruto Uzumaki

Tbh I kinda forgot about him because he already is a girl dad but I need to see Naruto, the creator of the sexy no jutsu, having a pretty little girl growing up and getting absolutely LIVID that she's starting to get attention from other boys. What do you mean she's at the age that she's thinking about dating? That's his BABY. 7. Neji Hyuuga

He's in this list literally just because he'd teach his baby girl how to take care of her hair. He WOULD let her practice hairstyling on him. that's it. 8. Juugo

If he had a daughter he would validate every single one of her tantrums. "You want to punch that lightpost? You feel like pulling a guy's heart out? Me too!" He would say. Also he'd carry her around his shoulders forever. Even when she's an adult. Also he's a disney princess x female rage mc lovechild that happened to be a boy so he's perfect

[hasellia]

The Process of Frank Herbert writing the Dune series (from my very vague memory of a video essay).

Franklin Patrick Herbert Jr. watches Lawrence Of Arabia (1962).

It becomes his problematic fave, and he writes fanficion; “Lawrence of Arabia IN SPAAAAAACCEEE.”

Franklin needs money and decides to send his fanfiction to a publisher. The book becomes an unexpected hit.

He wants to rewrite Dune to repair the ethical problems of his favourite movie, but the publishers tell Herbert that a rewrite or a clone will be seen as a lazy cash grab that would lose them trust.

UH OH! RENT IS DUE!!! If he wants to pay rent and eat a nice dinner, Frankie better write a sequel!

Sequel 1; The story continues, but the supporting characters pine for a better version of their world by vocalising the problems of the MC’s colonialism.

The audience doesn't get it. Maybe it’s too subtle.

Sequel 2: The MC commits major atrocities, including a horrific genocide. He’s not a god or a messiah. He’s just another worthless cog in the machine of colonialism.

The audience feels bad that their hero is seen as a worthless cog. Maybe he just needs Jesus. That way, he can make up for the irreversible loss of millions of lives! God finds a way.

RENT IS DUE

Sequel 3: The MC has a son to carry on his legacy. The son loathes him. He channels his inner cool rebel, angsty Sasuke energy to tell the audience of children that “pot is cool, genocide drools!”

The audience is vaguely offended that Sasuke said pot is cool and still thinks genocide is okay. Or at the very least, the colonialism was okay in the circumstances of the Dune universe.

Patrick is out of patience.

Sequel 4: Sasuke huffs all the pot in the universe and becomes the king god of worms. With his infinite wisdom, he writes a Martin Luther style manifesto of every bad thing his father did. Point for point, sin for sin. The manifesto is within the novel itself and is roughly 97.8% of its reading. Repeated throughout the novel and manifesto and the novel itself is “Colonialism and genocide is NEVER okay. UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE , IN ANY WORLD , IT IS N E V E R OKAY.”

The audience’s main take away is that the king god of worms is cool.

Herb is out of pot to keep the Jesus in him. He is so tired of trying to just F I X these people. He channels every ounce of energy he has left to figuring out a concrete way to explain to his audience how colonialism and genocide is bad. In his late middle-aged life, it’s the only way he can stop himself from picking up a phone book to find and throttle some nerds.

Sequel 5: Out of the sand and ether, Sasuke Luther King God of Worm’s long-lost never mentioned before normal human descendant appears. She walks up to the audience, hold their eyelids open, stares directly at them within a cm of distance from her own, and says; “Colonialsim bad. Genoicide is a bad. Do not do. Is bad. Alway. O.k.?”

The remaining audience says. “ye. ok.”

Franklin Patrick Herbert Junior finally has a win and dies promptly on the spot from exhaustion at the ancient age of 65.

That’s just my guess, though. Most of what I know about Dune is from Jack Saint's video and a 10-second glance on Wikipedia.

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: Being Naruto's mother is never easy, especially when MC is a single parent raising a troublemaking child. But she loved her son, nonetheless. And on this special day, he wanted her to feel loved as well.

Word Count: 601

You were currently making dinner for your son, Naruto. He's been in many fights nowadays, and he always gets beaten up. You don't know why he acts like that, but there must be a reason behind that. Though he is troublesome, your son is kind and cheerful. Whenever you're upset, he will be by your side to cheer you up.

Today, you are excited to cook the curry for your child. After some time cleaning the apartment, you and Naruto are residing in and buying the needed ingredients for the curry, you are now here, busy in the kitchen. You also ran into problems regarding Naruto while you were in the village. The Hokage summoned you, and then there is some advice coming from other moms.

"No matter what they say, Naruto will still be the same. No one can change him" You sighed and then smiled to yourself. You plan to talk to your son tonight, about his behavior at the academy and to other people. "Mom! I'm back!" Naruto's loud voice echoed inside the apartment.

Finally, the curry is done. "Ah! Naruto dear, welcome back!" You greeted him back while turning the stove off. "Man, I'm starving. That Sasuke is being a jerk today, I'm gonna beat him tomorrow" You heard your son mumbled in the living room, you couldn't help but smile.

"Here! Dinner for today!" You placed the pot down on the table. "Wow! This looks delicious! You're the best mom!" Naruto beamed at you with his eyes full of excitement. "Thanks" You smiled. "Now, let's eat!" You told him then grabbed a spoon.

"Itadakimasu!" Both of you said in unison. Naruto ate his meal with happiness, savoring each flavor of the vegetables. You can't help but smile while watching him eat. "Naruto..." You called him."Yes?" He stopped eating for a while and then looked at you in confusion.

"It's been a while now, and I wanted to talk to you properly and seriously" You took a deep breath. "It's about your attitude towards others. I wonder where you got that, it's just that you always got beaten whenever you come home" You told him, concern in your tone.

He looked down then looked back at you. "They always say that you are a monster because you had the nine-tails in you, and whenever I hear that, I try to defend you from their insults. For me, you're the best mom ever!" Naruto explained, and then he beamed at you during his last sentence. You feel happy because your son is as concerned about you as you are.

"Oh, Naruto! You don't have to do that" You went to him and then hugged him, tears filling your eyes. "But I have to! They are insulting my mom, after all," He protested. "It's okay, son. If you say that I'm the best, then I'll ignore their insults" You pulled away from him then flashed a heartwarming smile.

"Yes!" He nodded. "Oh, I forgot! This is for you, mom!" He perked up and then got something from his back. "What is that?" You asked him. "A gift!" He responded with a bright smile on his face. You accepted his gift and then unwrapped the wrapper. 

"Oh my gosh, Naruto! Thank you!" You placed a hand on your mouth as you tried not to cry. Naruto bought you a silver necklace with a heart locket. "Happy Mother's day!" He said as you hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Naruto!" You cried on his back. "No problem!" He grinned.

[otomefoxystar]

Decisions

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing : Nobunaga X MC

Genre : Angst

Written By: Otomefoxystar

TW: Mentions of leaving

A/N: This will end up being a multi part fic, once I started I couldn’t stop.

When she decided to stay in the Sengoku era, everything felt so perfect, and she was in bliss. Maybe that’s the honeymoon period everyone talks about. It had been three years, and sometimes, she struggled to get through the fog. Did she love Nobunaga? Yes, of course, she did, but was it enough just to love him? Did Nobunaga love her? Sometimes, she wasn’t so sure. When was the last time they were intimate? She couldn’t remember. It had been months. 

She walked over to where cherry blossom trees were gathered and overlooked a large clearing. She put her hand out, and a petal landed in her palm. She closed her hand tightly and looked up at the tree. “Are you sad when your petals fall?” She asked the tree, knowing it couldn’t talk back.  She sat against the tree, watching the petals fall around her. She looked into the clearing, and a single tear escaped her eye, and she wiped it away as soon as it fell.

A shadow appeared, and she looked up to see a tall figure standing there. “Hideyoshi?” He gave her a sad smile. “What are you doing over here by yourself?” 

“I needed to be alone,” a deep crease formed between Hideyoshi’s eyebrows. “If I may?” He motioned to the ground, asking if he could sit with her. She nodded. “Sure.” He sat next to her and extended his legs, crossing his ankles. “I’m worried about you. You seem to be in low spirits. You can talk to me; you can talk to any of us.” She forced a small smile. “I know, but if I talk about it, I’ll start crying.” Hideyoshi took her hand. “It’s okay to cry. Keeping your issues inside isn’t good.” When it finally fell from her lips, she mulled over what to say, “I want to go home, Hideyoshi.” He nodded.

“I’ll walk with you.” He went to get up, but she squeezed his hand. “That’s not what I mean. I want to go to where I’m from; I need to get away, at least for a while. I need space.” He looked at her with a pained expression, “Are you okay _ _ _? I understand if you want to leave, but are you okay?” She stood up and shook her head. “No… No, I’m not, and that’s why I need to leave.” She said, looking down at Hideyoshi. 

“What about Nobunaga?” The mention of his name made the emotion fill her, and she had to take a deep breath to push it down. “It’s him, he’s the reason.” She sighed, “I’ll tell him,” She said, and Hideyoshi stood up. “He won’t be happy.” She looked into Hideyoshi’s worried amber eyes. “I’m not happy. I’m going with or without his approval.” Hideyoshi bowed his head. “If you need this, I support your decision, but he loves you. I hope you know that.” She scoffed. “I don’t know about that. I’m going inside.” Hideyoshi went to follow her, but he hesitated, as it was apparent she wanted to be alone. He watched as she walked towards the palace.  If time is what she needs, he’ll find a way to give it to her, even if it means that Nobunaga is unhappy.

Once in the tenshu, she looked at their lives together: her clothes, his clothes. It made her heart weep. She hadn’t realized she wanted to return until she blurted it out to Hideyoshi. She sat at Nobunaga’s desk with a brush and ink. She drew up a letter to her most trusted ally and best friend, Sasuke. She blew on the page and waved it in the air, trying to speed up the drying; what she would give to have a pencil at that moment.

Finally dry enough that it wouldn’t smudge, she rolled it up and tied it to the foot of Haguro, Nobunaga’s hawk. Using Haguro to send Sasuke a message about leaving felt like a betrayal, but she needed to do this. Once the letter was secured onto the hawk’s ankle, Haguro jumped off the window sill and flew away, heading towards Echigo.

She had purposely left the letter vague in case someone got ahold of the letter. She said, “Come see me, it’s important.” She signed her name next to the words “with love.” She wrote the letter in the handwriting from the modern world. Even though she had become accustomed to writing in the Sengoku, she always wrote to Sasuke that way. It was their special way of sharing the secret of where they were from.

Two days later, she was in the market enjoying the feel of the luscious silk fabrics, looking at their intricate patterns, and taking in the beauty of the Sengoku market with the hustle and bustle of business owners and patrons.  She was looking at a fabric roll when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Sasuke, and she gave him a small smile and hugged him. “Is everything okay? You’re letter was vague it made me worry.” She frowned. “I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “No worries, so what’s going on.” She bit her lip. “Let’s sit down somewhere and maybe get a bite to eat.”

They found a restaurant and shared a drink and a sweet dessert. She looked up and felt conflicted as she took a bite, but she had to do this. “What is it?” She pressed her lips together. “Is there any way you can get me home?” She said, holding back tears, but the emotion seeped through her voice anyway. “You mean our hometown?”  She closed her eyes. “Yes,” He studied her. “Are you sure this is what you want? You don’t seem certain.” 

“I need to get away.” He grabbed her hand from across the table, “You know I would never pry, but talking about it might help.” He grasped her hand tightly, “it’s Nobunga and I, things have changed. I love him, but this is torture. His thumb graced her skin as a tear ran down her cheek. “Why don’t you come to Echigo with me for a while? Then you can figure out what you want.” She grimaced. “I’m an enemy princess.” He scoffed. “You’re my friend. I won’t let anything happen. I think they’ll like you. I know they will.” She wiped her tears away. “Okay, I trust you.” He smiled, “this will be good for you. Can you be ready tomorrow morning?” She nodded. “Yes, I’ll meet you here.” He nodded.  He paid, they went their separate ways, and she knew what she had to do. 

[ginshoujo]

Ikesen thoughts again you know how people say that mitsuhide( and also Hideyoshi’s) route are like Mitsuhide x mc x Hideyoshi I feel like people don’t give enough attention to a similar dynamic with yukimura x mc x Sasuke in Sasukes route. They are hilarious and so wholesome and adorable

Dont mind ma fangirling brain taking out mc in the equation

See what I mean

Yeah thats all.

[misty-moth]

I wanted to write a very fluffy Sasuke fic for Valentine’s, so ~behold~ (ﾉ•ヮ•)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

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Sasuke x reader, ~650 words, fluffy date

You couldn’t say that starting your morning with a feisty Kenshin at your door was your preferred way to wake up… nor could you say it was unusual. You peeked an eye up to meet the grumpy warlord.

“Good morning, Kenshin.”

“Where is my ninja?”

Your brow furrowed, and you reached back to pat the space behind you. Sasuke seemed to have already left for the morning, leaving only a pillow with a spectacled face scribbled on it.

“Hmm, dunno,” you yawned, bringing your fluffy substitute boyfriend up for him to see.

“Hmph. Well tell him each minute he keeps me waiting will be another minute added onto his training.”

You sleepily nodded, not too troubled by Kenshin’s violent affection toward Sasuke. Thankfully Kenshin didn’t seem keen on lingering, and soon you were alone again with your pillow ninja.

It really was strange that Sasuke was m.i.a. this early in the morning. Neither of you had mentioned having plans today, though you had made some treats for the two of you to share if you could manage to get him alone. Maybe he would somehow know to avoid the halls—

The ceiling panel shifted nearly silently, but you reflexively jumped up.

“Sasuke?”

You saw a familiar hand poke down through the ceiling, poised in hand-puppet fashion. The hand spoke thus: “Join me.”

Grabbing on to your beloved dork’s hand, you were hoisted up to join the room’s framework. “Good morning, MC. I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve gathered you here today.”

“I’m honored to be here my competent and, might I say, rather handsome ninja.”

“Arigato. I’ll need you to follow me on a little trek, if you would.” You watched as he replaced the panel and turned back.

It had been a while since you’d been up here, but you found it was always rather tidy and fairly roomy. You hadn’t crawled for too long before a larger opening presented itself. Around you was a little cozy haven, reds and pinks featured prominently. From the ceiling’s ceiling hung garlands with origami stars trickling down. There were several small paper lanterns placed strategically, illuminating an array of pillows, blankets, sake bottles, and—

“Are those the snacks I made yesterday?” You blinked in confusion, but he nodded stoically.

“I had a feeling Kenshin and I would have differing interpretations of my free time, so I figured I’d need to make set plans. Would you like to go on a date?”

You crawled over into the cozy nest he’d made as an answer and made grabby hands toward him. He crawled over to you before unceremoniously plopping himself onto your chest.

“Oof! Sasuke!” You giggled at the straight face looking up at you, his eyes glittering. You stroked his hair as he snuggled in. Living together had given you both plenty of opportunities for seeing each other, but it was silly moments like this that felt the most blissful.

“Nice digs you’ve got here. Do you have any movies? Popcorn?”

Sasuke tilted his head in contemplation. “May I interest you in some rice crackers? They would normally cost over 400 yen in a theater near you, but I smuggled some in for us. And as for our cinema entertainment…” he cleared his throat. “According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too—“

“Nooo!” You groaned dramatically.

“Not a fan of the classics?” He blinked— wait, no, that was a wink kinda!

You laughed but shook your head. “I’ll need to browse your collection.”

He returned your smile, and dutifully began rattling off as many famous lines as he could. You were keeping pace, and you were honestly proud that you knew at least 80% of the references.

The two of you spent the afternoon together just like that, curled up and gazing up at the ceiling full of stars.

Writing Masterlist

[seikotakai]

ok so normally i do not do this type of stuff but uhhhhhh...poll of choose one out of five characters (from anime/fighting games) (got inspired by some poll in which of course i choose daddy kazuya-kun!~(◕‿◕))

behold!:

>a martial artist who is known for pretty much being everywhere you go (fortnite, smash bros, marvel vs capcom, snk vs capcom, namco x capcom, sonic and megaman worlds unite comic, hell even power rangers gets a crossover with street fighter). he likes grapes, so maybe get him some grape ice cream or grape juice if you want to give him something.

>an autistic muscular beefy shy stoic bisexual japanese demon/human hybrid man who has survivor's guilt and trust issues. he loves nature (ex. fishing, gardening, and bird watching), forest bathing, and walking in the forest. he tends to be distant towards others (because of devil gene and fear of people getting killed in the crossfires between him and his dysfunctional family) but he cares about them.

>a delinquent cocky high school drop out who may have never graduated high school, but will definitely still be able to make a living for himself by winning martial arts tournaments and defeating abominations threatening society. he loves poetry, riding motorcycles, and broiled fish.

>a gay homosexual goat villain who should've been the final boss of his franchise, but no it just had to be that lame black goo and that stupid lame rabbit lady. anyways - he shits on everyone (he washed the whole allied shinobi army, he washed the five kages, he finally beat his childhood friend/rival/boyfriend hashirama senju, he almost killed the mc jesus-kun- i mean naruto uzumaki and also gave his best friend sasuke the aerith gainsborough treatment.), he has the best drip in the whole anime/manga, and the biggest #1 hashirama senju dick rider (ex. him glazing hashirama during the five kage fight, and him putting hashirama's face on his damn tit).

>a 200 IQ brunette soul reaper man who also washed the shit out of everyone (stopped mr. poster boy's bankai with a finger, shits on the whole gotei 13, shits on the Visored). just a handsome lonely dude with a god complex who wants to make the world a better place by questionable methods. ironically saved soul society's ass by literally doing nothing but chilling while sitting on the legendary chair-sama (just like how luigi wins by doing absolutely nothing). he turned into a pretty butterfly at one point while fighting mr. poster boy ichigo. he likes tofu, drinking tea, calligraphy, reading books, performing hollowfication experiments, and he hates boiled eggs.

[beneathashadytree]

SASUKE SARUTOBI MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Missed You (oneshot)

[the12thnightproject]

Chapter 45: Winter Vacation Katsu shows Mitsuhide around Kyoto; then back in the 16th century he has another surprise for her.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

All Chapters Archived on Ao3 

Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

“Now, the further you turn this, the warmer the water is.” I glanced over my shoulder to see if Mitsuhide was tracking the instructions, just in time to notice that he was looking at me, and not the plumbing.

Or perhaps I should say he was looking at my plumbing area, which very likely was visible below my bath towel. I raised both eyebrows at him and he winked. “You are a rather undeniable temptation.”

While it would have been nice to stay cocooned on the couch all day, eventually practicalities intruded. I introduced Mitsuhide to modern kitchen appliances, laughed as he spent five minutes turning off and on the lights in syncopated rhythm, fed him breakfast (well, it was lunch at that point), and now we were having a crash course in water management 101.

While running water was a concept he could get behind, he seemed not at all interested in temperature control, or the intricacies of how it worked from the source. “I presume there are people whose jobs there are to know specifically how it fits together, but at the moment, I’m only concerned with using it in its designated function.” He stuck his hand under the stream of water.

I twisted the level to make it warmer, and when he didn’t comment, I left it at that temperature. “On that note, I guess you’re an easier visitor than Shingen. He’s driving Sasuke crazy by taking everything apart to see how it works.”

“You spend a lot of time with them?” That unfamiliar tone was back in his voice. I don’t believe that he was actually jealous – just that there was enough history between the Oda and the Takeda-Uesugi alliance to mean that I had been hanging out with the enemy.

Lowering the conversational temperature back to casual, I said, “They’re the only people I know here since I prefer not to become close friends with anyone who will worry when I blip back into the past. So maybe let’s consider this time a neutral zone, and you can go back to trying to kill him when we return to the Sengoku era.”

What happens in modern Japan, stays in modern Japan.

He didn’t reply, but simply surveyed the pattern of water as it streamed down the walls of the postage stamp size stall. “So um, anyway, this is wasting water, so I’ll leave you to it…” I trailed off as he swiftly tossed away his clothes and stepped in.

He was so beautiful with the water flowed down his body, outlining every contour of his muscles. I know I had just spent the night and morning with that body, with this man, but I would never take that beauty for granted.

He raised that one eyebrow, smirked, and crooked his finger at me. “You did say something about needing to conserve water.

I had said that, yes. “There’s no room- eek!”

He reached out and pulled me in, bath towel and all. “My love, there is always room for you, no matter where I am.” He undid the now soaking towel and tossed it into the sink. Now there was little between us but water, and even that evaporated to steam when he wrapped his arms around me.

“Kitsune, I am not opposed to shower sex in concept, but we need a bigger…” My back would probably slide down the side and I’d hit my head and drown…

He rotated me away from him and I grabbed the towel bar for stability. “Hold on to that. I imagine that is what it was placed there for.”

Yeah, I’m not going to speculate on what Sasuke’s parents do in the shower, thanks for that mental picture.

He reached around to cup my breasts, and then I felt his teeth nipping at the side of my neck. “Oh God, we’re going to die.”

We did not die during shower sex… not any of the times we tried it.

Nor did Shingen and Mitsuhide attempt to kill each other when the four of us got together. Oh, the two of them would never become good friends – they were too much alike in the wrong ways, not to mention too different in every other way – but they managed mutual politeness during a meal that Sasuke and I cooked. That got upgraded to professional respect when they discussed the Yoshiaki and Motonari threats, which then devolved again to a cutthroat game of Catan that had both Sasuke and I eliminated within the first hour.

My moderately awesome ninja buddy and I watched the game from the sidelines for a little while before we both decided it would be safer to retreat to watching Picard (neither Shingen nor Mitsuhide had gotten into sci-fi, as travelling over 450 years into their future was sci-fi enough for both of them).

During the weeks as we counted down the time before the Togakushi wormhole manifestation, we all made the most of our time. Aside from breaking in the shower (and the breakfast bar, which Mitsuhide and I discovered was set at a very convenient height) we did actually emerge from the house every day to explore modern Kyoto. Mitsuhide decided that since this was more or less an enforced vacation, he would spend his time pursuing the interests that generally got pushed to the side amidst all the war councils, interrogations, and spying: live theater and music.

While I never could convince him to give K-pop - or any rock music for that matter – a chance, he did discover an appreciation for jazz. An unfortunate appreciation, since I disliked that sort of music. At least we were able to have a lively and ongoing debate over the merits of both, which usually devolved into mutual distraction.

Even though we always had a lovely time wandering through Kyoto in winter, my favorite part of the days were our evenings. I could be as cutthroat about Shogi and he and Shingen had been over Catan, and it was as much fun trying to outthink him and it was to distract him. I never won… though I came close twice.

Nor had I neglected my personal mission to organize the Mikumos’ library (with their permission). When they returned they would find everything neatly filed and cross referenced both in a database, and also in a hard copy notebook. Unfortunately, even after spending a couple of hours a day digging through their archives, I hadn’t discovered much about my father. True, Sasuke’s mother had kept a journal during that time which pinpointed when Aki and Francisco entered their lives, as well as what the two were studying, but otherwise the journal was pretty dry.

“Discover anything useful?” Mitsuhide wandered into the room with two cups of tea. I gratefully took it. Though he still couldn’t cook, he made a damn good cup of tea. I took a sip… and promptly burned my tongue. Good tea, but very hot tea. I fanned my mouth. He tsked. “The hazards of impatience, Brat… shall I kiss it to make it better?”

“Cute.” Not that I would ever turn down a kiss, even though it did threaten to throw me off track for the rest of the afternoon. Once we broke apart, I pulled out Professor Mikumo’s journal and read her description of Francisco. “We’re hosting a Portuguese exchange student who is very interested in Sengoku trade routes and any attempts by the explorers to influence politics. Or rather that was what the letter from his academic advisor stated. Unfortunately, this young man’s grasp on our language is tenuous at best, and as no one here speaks Portuguese, all of our work becomes delayed as we try to discuss everything in sign language.”

Mitsuhide politely nodded. “Yes, it is his lack of understanding that led to the most fascinating purchase of my life.” He tapped his lips, and followed that up by kissing me again. Mm. We were in danger of taking the afternoon off (again… it was last week’s work derailment that had led us to discover that the breakfast bar was the right height for eating… something that’s not actually food). No… this is important. I hadn’t even told him yet about that priest. “Francisco.”

“Dear me, have you forgotten my identity so quickly?” I shall have to give you a refresher on that topic.” He slid next to me and pulled me onto his lap.

I stopped his hands before they could make their way under my shirt. “I think he… or the priest who tried to buy me… might have been the one who shot Aki in 1578.”

To his credit, Mitsuhide immediately flipped into business mode. “On what evidence?”

Er. Well. “For Francisco, gut feeling, mostly. He had gun in his desk when I took the letter… and it was not there the next time I looked.” Before Mitsuhide could devil’s advocate me out of that, I added, “He’s been in Japan, both modern and Sengoku for over ten years, and yet he still hasn’t learned the language?”

“He could indeed be that incompetent.” By now, I knew that Mitsuhide wasn’t necessarily disagreeing with me – he was merely pointing out where I needed stronger proof.

“Ok, yes, sure. But it seems to me that whatever missions there were to send people like Aki back in time – they would have wanted the best.” But why had Aki never questioned Francisco’s language deficiencies? It seemed a critical error on his part, an error from someone who usually didn’t make errors. Unless Aki was well aware that Francisco was faking it, and pretending not to know in order to watch him? But if that were the case why give Francisco the letter for me? Ugh, I was confusing myself. Still, I needed to at least get everything out on the table before Mitsuhide started poking holes in my already shaky theory. “Suppose everything Francisco did was not incompetence, but a charade. He never intended to rescue me at the auction. But if his plan failed, he could fall back on his idiot disguise.”

If I reframed my view of everything Francisco had done, it could all have a sinister interpretation.

And here came Mr. Logic. “Was not the slave auction your idea to begin with?”

“It was. Francisco just took advantage of the opportunity I gave him.” But Mitsuhide was correct. I had brought the idea to Francisco and basically blackmailed him into it.

“Hm, and we won’t be doing anything like that again now will we?” The ‘royal we’ had returned. His arms tightened around me. “Now, you said something about the priest? I did interrogate him rather thoroughly, and he had no connection to the disappearances.”

Had I been mistaken in identifying the priest as the man who watched my gymnastics competition? I pulled the computer closer and tabbed into youtube. “Look at this.” Mitsuhide was quiet, intent as the video played. When the camera angle switched to show the priest, I paused and pinch zoomed it onto his face. “Same man?”

He leaned closer. “It is possible. The hat makes it difficult to be one hundred percent certain.”  He frowned, and it seemed there was some anger being directed inward. “Though perhaps that is me not wanting to believe that my interrogation technique to be infallible. I should have-.”

My turn to shush him with my finger. “Well, you questioned him as if he was what he appeared to be, a rather vicious priest. If that in itself was a disguise… well you didn’t know about the existence of time travel, so he might have training that the average psychopath does not.” I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder. I really hoped he wasn’t going to beat himself up over this. “You can’t know everything.”

“It is, in fact my job to know everything.” His hands massaged low circles around my back. “However, I have promised you… as well as Hideyoshi and Mai… that I will no longer take on the world alone. Nor is there much I can do about these two men right now. Not when we are here, and they are somewhere in the past.” He stood up, and took me by the hand. “Come on, Brat, you’ve worked all afternoon.”

I had at that, so I let him lead me into the den, where another of those snoozy jazz stations was playing something in the key of dull syncopation. I dropped his hand and made a beeline for the remote. No, I wasn’t planning to subject him to K-pop, but a nice movie night would be good. He beat me to it and held it over my head. “Oh that’s mature.”

Single eyebrow raise. “One person’s immature is another person’s success.” He tossed the thing onto a shelf that was above both of our heads. “Come here. This music, as opposed that shrill wailing you inexplicably like, is designed for dancing.” He pulled me into a dance hold. “Have I mentioned that I am quite fond of your era’s style of dance.”

Before I could again protest his depiction of K-pop as ‘shrill wailing,’ he had my head resting on his shoulder, as he pressed his hand on my back. His lean grace might have been made for this, as he expertly maneuvered me in a small circle around the center of the room.

Eventually, that slowed to a single swaying embrace as we clung to each other. The sun had long set, the only light came from the glow of the TV and the neighbor’s Christmas lights shining through the window.

I knew the steps of this dance we were doing, knew that soon, Mitsuhide’s lips would kiss my cheek, and then my mouth, until the dance became something else entirely.

But for the moment, I was perfectly happy melting against his body, in the more innocent hold.

We had time.

Three weeks later, and four hundred and fifty(ish) years earlier…

As soon as we “landed” back in the Sengoku and split off from Sasuke and Shingen, we made our way to Azuchi. I had expected that Mitsuhide would settle in and immediately pick up war planning with Nobunaga and Hideyoshi. And while he had indeed spent the day and half the night conferring with them, we were off to Sakai the next morning.

Our machiya in Sakai was unchanged, it was Mituhide and I who were different. We were approaching the townhouse as ourselves, not as fake merchant and reluctant concubine. There was no need to put on any act.

The real Kyubei was waiting inside to greet us. He smiled and bowed formally as if we had been gone a year rather than just a couple of months.

“Did you keep watch on…?” Mitsuhide left the rest of the question trail off, which mean this likely had more to do with my mystery surprise and less to do with whatever Motonari was doing.

I unobtrusively tried to listen in on Mitsuhide’s conversation with Kyubei, but what little I could pick up was in kind of a master/vassal shorthand of half sentences. Eventually, Mitsuhide noticed me lingering in the corner. “Dear me, is a little spy trying to spoil her surprise?”

He should be well aware by now that I was not a fan of surprises, even one that he had promised was a “good” surprise, so I just crossed my arms and glared at him.

“Patience, Brat, I’m just confirming the timing of it all.”

Knowing that was all I was going to get out of him, I retreated upstairs and unpacked the few items of clothing I’d brought to Sakai with me. As I was changing out of my dusty travel clothes, Mitsuhide joined me – and once again he was wearing the long, dark wig. “I thought the disguise was retired.” Please don’t make me dress up as Kaya. I’d happily put away the Kaya identity for good, and at the moment was wearing one of Mai’s hastily altered kimonos. Though it wasn’t completely to my taste, it was a lot more casual than the elaborate concubine disguise.

Correctly sensing the direction of thoughts, Mitsuhide helped me adjust the fold on my obi. “It’s temporary. The man we are going to see knows me only as Kyubei. You, on the other hand, are perfectly fine.” He tugged on my hair, and of course the hairstyle instantly fell apart. Without Sho to help, I was useless in the coiffure department. “In any disguise… or, er, disarray.”

He helped restore my hair, and then, in a move reminiscent of his former disguise, he extended his arm. Without any hesitation, I took it and we walked out into the chill winter evening. “Are we walking?”

“Are you saying you would prefer to huddle up in a palanquin?” The teasing smile he gave me indicated that any future palanquin travel we did would be far less innocent than our last trip. “That could, of course, be arranged, but tonight, we’re not travelling very far.”

Though I puzzled for a moment as to whether or not that had been a clue to my surprise, his purposefully bland look offered no additional help. We were not heading in the direction of Francisco’s, so that possibility was off the table. Instead, we ended up in the local retail section – not the business area with merchant’s large import/export warehouses, but the smaller apothecaries, clothing shops and tea houses patronized by the people of Sakai.

Even so, when Mitsuhide stopped in front of an herbalist’s storefront, it seemed an odd choice. My confusion grew when he led me through the shop and up the stairs to the living area. Once we reached the top of the stairs, he stepped aside, allowing me to face the man who had risen from his dinner to greet us.

A man whose face I had seen nearly every day until I was nineteen… and after that, had only been viewable via a drawing. “Toshiie!”

While my brother stood there stunned, I threw myself into his arms. “I thought I saw you in Sakai last fall… but I figured I was imagining it.”

He allowed me a long hug before stepping out of the embrace. “I was going to rescue you… I just needed more time to…” He glanced at the teapot on the table.

“Rescue me? From what?” It sounded like Toshiie had… already known I was in Sakai?

He turned and faced Mitsuhide. “Him.”

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Leviathan

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Zayne

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Kiba Inuzuka

Sasuke Uchiha

Kakashi Hatake

Menma (OOC take)

Madara Uchiha

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Rock Lee

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Hidan

"Tobi"

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Usagi/Sailor Moon

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Inuyasha

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Sesshomaru

Kikyo

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X Files

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Buffy Summers

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Angel

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*** This post is a WIP and will be updated accordingly! ***

[lorei-wrote]

Ikemen Sengoku - HC

* - HCs/series with this symbol by the title have had their trigger warning lists updated in co-operation with readers via this survey. The other works may lack certain (all) trigger warnings. all = all suitors available at the time of posting the work

Warlords

Truth Serum: (all warlords)

*Warlords & Summer: (all warlords)

*Warlords having “THE TALK”: (all warlords, minus Motonari and Keiji)

*Warlords reacting to pornbot siege: (all warlords)

Reacting to ff about themselves: (all warlords)

Modern things the warlords would appreciate (all warlords, excluding Kennyo)

What if IkeSen was a Disney movie and ONLY Kenshin wouldn’t sing.

*HC: Bunnies at Work - Kenshin

*x Witch!MC:

Nobunaga Oda + visualisation of MC

Masamune Date

Behind the scenes: Masamune & Nobunaga

Mitsuhide Akechi

Ieyasu Tokugawa (+visualisation of MC in the notes) 

Behind the scenes: Ieyasu & Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Mitsunari Ishida

Behind the scenes: Hideyoshi & Mitsunari

Kenshin Uesugi

Shingen Takeda

Behind the scenes: Shingen & Kenshin

Yukimura Sanada

Sasuke Sarutobi

Behind the scenes: Yukimura & Sasuke

*The way meeting her changed him… :

Masamune & Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi & Mitsunari

Kennyo & Kyubei

Kenshin & Shingen

* Modern AU Boyfriend:

Mitsuhide

Shingen

Kenshin

Family AU:

Mitsuhide

Hideyoshi

Masamune; Masamune ft. Shogetsu

Kenshin  

If he were to be a parent:

 Masamune

Coming to the future: 

Masamune

Finding the guide:

Mitsuhide, Masamune, Kenshin

Modern AU

Ieyasu, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari

Kenshin & Shingen +mentioned Yukimura

Nobunaga, Mitsuhide

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MC

*MC with/who is...:

Insecure about her body: Kanetsugu

a Chinese contortionist: Nobunaga & Kenshin

Innocent / Kind: Kenshin & Hideyoshi

Insecure about having small breasts: Masamune, Mitsuhide & Kenshin

Very Serious about Pinky Promises: Masamune & Kenshin

Fear of Needles: Masamune & Shingen

Sensory Sensitivity - Food: Masamune

Attention Deficit Disorder: Mitsuhide

Atopic Dermatitis: Masamune, Kenshin, Hideyoshi

Apathetic / Depressed: Masamune, Nobunaga, Ieyasu

Physically Strong: Masamune & Shingen

Loves tuba: Nobunaga, Ieyasu, Shingen,Mitsunari

Conflicted about her passion (swimming): Masamune

Finally snaps: Ieyasu, Hideyoshi, Nobunaga

A prosthetic leg, threatening to boink warlords with it (crack): all warlords, Kennyo excluded

Experiences linguistic brain lags: Nobunaga, Masamune, Yukimura, Shingen

Traumatized after a battle: Masamune, Mitsuhide, Nobunaga

Polish: Hideyoshi, Masamune

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*OTP Prompts

Nobunaga

*Who is not afraid to embarrass the other in public?

Mitsunari

*Who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

Ieyasu

*Who has trouble sleeping alone?

Kenshin

*Who says “I love you” more?

Yukimura

*Who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

*Who fusses over takes care of the other when they get ill?

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*Emoji Prompts

Prompts developed in the same post were grouped together.

Mitsuhide

❣️ What makes them blush (...)? 🎇 Are the feelings they have like a whirlwind (...)? 💐 Do they enjoy giving compliments (...)?

🌼 How do they view their significant other? 🌻 Will they do anything for their s/o? 🤧 How far will they go to take care of their sick s/o?

💕 Their future goals in a relationship? 🥰 How often do they stare lovingly at their s/o? 💋 How do they kiss?

Masamune

❣️ What makes them blush? 🎁 What gift would they get their s/o? 💋 How do they kiss?

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NSFW Alphabet

Mitsuhide Akechi (C, F, R, W) (D, E, L, M, V, Z)

Masamune Date  A-Z 

 Kenshin Uesugi (A, F, M, S, X, Y) (C, I, K, J, P, V)

Shingen Takeda (D, J, K) 

Yukimura Sanada (E, I, K, M)

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*Smut Alphabet

Masamune Date (A-Z)

Kenshin Uesugi (A, T, X)

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Fluff Alphabet

Nobunaga Oda (W, Q, L, K)

Mitsuhide Akechi ( A, F, K, M, O, R, Z)

Ieyasu Tokugawa (B, F, K, P, V, W, X)

Masamune Date (E, J, O, T, S, Y)

Shingen Takeda (A, S, E)

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IkeSen Thoughts Playlist (Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, Masamune, Kenshin, Shingen, Kennyo)

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki X afab!Reader X Sasuke Uchiha

Synopsis: As the school bell rings for lunch break, MC finds herself caught between the playful banter and rivalry of her childhood friends, Naruto and Sasuke, but tensions rise as both boys assert their claim over her.

Word Count: 759

'Just a few minutes until lunch break...'

"Okay, class! Next week will be the passing of your group project, be sure to come prepared and have everything done." Iruka-sensei told us. I sighed, staring at the wall clock located in front, just above the board.

And as on cue, the bell rang.

"That's all, class dismissed."

I lazily fixed my things then exited the room. I walked through the crowded hallway, greeting acquaintances on the way. When I arrived at my locker, a certain blonde and raven haired boys came in view.

"Hi, [Name]-chan!" Naruto-kun greeted, flashing me a cheeky smile.

"Hey, Naruto-kun, Sasuke-kun." I greeted back with a small wave of my hand, glancing at the Uzumaki then to Sasuke-un. The said Uchiha responded with a nod of his head.

"How's [worst subject]?" hearing that horrid subject made me cringed.

"Oh... awful, alright," I replied with a roll of my eyes, getting out my lunch and the needed things later on.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded, closing my locker and turned to them. "How about you guys? How're your classes?"

"The same as usual, nothing special happened," Sasuke-kun replied then extended his arms to me. I gave him my things.

Being their only childhood female best friend, Sasuke-kun would help carry my stuff every time. Naruto-kun would do the same sometimes.

"How about you?" I turned to the blonde who I caught glaring at Sasuke-kun.

"Really hate Math." Naruto-kun grumbled and added a 'stupid Kakashi-sensei' under his breath.

I smiled then grabbed both of their arms. "Okay guys, let's get going."

We walked through the halls and ascended the stairs then soon arrived at our usual place, the rooftop. We really love going here (or maybe it was me?) because of the peace and serenity, compared at the cafeteria where you can always hear other students' constant yelling. Naruto-kun opened the door and let me enter first, followed by Sasuke-kun then himself.

"Ah~ It's so windy today," I breathe in the crisp summer breeze once I went my way towards the metal fence of the rooftop. My locks getting carried away by the wind, closing my eyes to feel it intensely.

"[Name]."

"Hm?" I turned around to face the ravenette only to be surprised when a small sushi was plopped inside my mouth. I blinked a few times before slowly chewing the food.

"How's it?" he asked, eyes very expectant of my answer.

Once fully chewed, I swallowed it down and my eyes filled with ecstasy. "Whoa! Delicious! It's like heaven!"

"Good, I'm glad you liked it." Sasuke-kun smiled then looked away. Though, I could see the visible pink tint on his cheeks.

"Okay! Let's eat!" Naruto-kun exclaimed then sat down on the ground just behind us.

"Okay," I agreed then sat down beside him.

Sasuke-kun sat net to me, so now I'm in between of them. Sasuke-kun set down my things and opened his lunch box, I also opened mine as well.

"your lunch looks yummy, [Name]-chan," Naruto-kun said beside me, eyeing my food like a hungry wolf.

I chuckled. "I made it."

"Really?" the Uchiha asked. I nodded.

"Here, taste it," I grabbed my chopsticks then grabbed a sushi from my lunch and fed the blonde who 'ahmp' in response.

I giggled at his cute reaction and felt someone poked my shoulder. I turned to see Sasuke-kun handing out an onigiri to me.

"Try it."

I obliged then took a bite. I savored each chew and looked at Sasuke-kun who smiled. I turned to Naruto-kun and he placed a dumpling in my mouth after swallowing the previous food.

"Here, it's more delicious than Sasuke's onigiri." Naruto-kun said then sent a glare pass me. I turned around and saw Sasuke-kun glaring back at the blonde. I blinked and glanced back and forth at them. I see sparks in between them, a sigh of rivalry.

I sighed silently.  'Well, this happens when two boys fight for a girl. And unfortunately, the girl who's stuck in between their rivalry is me.'

"[Name]-chan is mine!"

"[Name] is mine!"

[cartoonrival]

like ok. im inherently annoyed by het pairings between characters with no chemistry. due to the heteronormativity. but something specific that i keep seeing (im talking based on the three shounens im most familiar with) is that it almost ALWAYS seems to be the mc x a girl who is substantially weaker than he is and is inspired by him and looks up to him with an admiration pushing infatuation. they are NEVER equals (being equals in a fighting ability sense isnt regularly how id gauge romantic compatibility but in this specific genre its like kind of important.), and also in this genre someone being your equal in combat is often shorthand for close friend. the fact that this girl is never really his equal is so demeaning and i know why it happens but it drives me fucking mad. sakura ending up w sasuke doesnt make me quite as annoyed as hinata with naruto because sakura can VERY WELL hold her own in a fight, and she really HAS put a lot of effort in to directly being there for sasuke, even if he never actually gave much a shit about her. its not a stretch to say they're friends, even if they are not equals, AND she has ambitions outside of him (being a medical ninja, training under tsunade). TO BE CLEAR IT STILL IS DUMB AS FUCKING HELL. but christ hinata. gets fucking scared every day of her life she cant do anything by herself every fucking thing she does is built around naruto, who has barely SPOKEN to her. its just so sad ToT