#shingen takeda oneshot

[beneathashadytree]

PAINTING - SHINGEN TAKEDA X READER

Warnings : implications of sex, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spicy (just tension, no NSFW!)

Word count : 0.8K words

Additional info : I know I haven’t written in literally 5 months or so, but I decided to come back with everyone’s favorite middle-aged otome man.

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“You seem to be enjoying this.” Their voice light-hearted as they spoke, a look of amusement made its way on their face. Tracking their lover’s movements with their eyes, it was rather endearing to see.

“Very much, actually,” he replied in the same manner, an absent-minded smile on his face as he continued his actions. A gentle hand tipped their chin upwards. “Keep your head up for me, darling?”

Humming, they obeyed and stilled in their position, closing their eyes shut as they did. In return, Shingen’s index finger deftly brushed across their eyelids, each movement careful and precise. “Which color did you choose for my eyes?”

“Would you be too surprised if I said a shade of reddish brown?”

Huffing out a laugh, they thought that he couldn’t possible be more predictable. There once was a time when they couldn’t have deciphered the thought process behind any of his actions, but now that they were so intimately acquainted and so intricately entwined with each other, it felt like understanding him came as second nature.

“I’ll pretend not to notice that you have a penchant for decking me out in your colors.”

As they said this, his hand that had previously cradled their chin came up to stroke at their cheek, drawing invisible lines of his reverence against their skin. Somehow, even that sliver of a touch felt sensual when done so gently by his large calloused hands.

And it really, really didn’t help that he then chose to speak into their ear in a low purr that warmed the depths of their core. “Can you blame a man for being a little possessive? Deities are, after all, infamously hard to be blessed by.”

“Flatterer,” they chuckled, a little breathlessly as Shingen playfully nipped at their earlobe, earning a jangle by the dangly gold earrings he’d adorned them with.

“Only an old man as your worshipper, my dear.” Pulling back, he seemed to seriously contemplate as he stared down at the makeup palette in his lap. The colors were so stunningly vibrant, and so rich that they knew perfectly well that he must’ve spent an ungodly amount of money on these, straight from the ports abroad.

He seemed to—unsurprisingly—settle on a dark shade of red for their lips. Slight alarm seeped into their voice as they half-jokingly said. “I hope you don’t intend to make me into some sort of clown.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Dipping a thin brush into a pot of water, he expertly swished it through the creamy pot of alluring red. His thumb teasingly swiped against their lower lip, eliciting a soft gasp from them, before beginning to slowly paint over it, like he was creating his own masterpiece.

They tried to call his name. “Shi—“

Quick to hush them, he pulled the brush away for a few seconds, just to kiss at the corner of their mouth—close enough to have them anticipating more, but not close enough to smudge the lipstick he’d applied so painstakingly. “Patience,” he murmured against their skin, lips merely brushing against them once more. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup.”

The warmth pooling in their belly was too hard to ignore now. It felt like an inferno was brewing inside of them, aching to burst out them and pull him in, deeper and deeper. They knew, with all certainty, that their eyes now carried a hungry gleam that he would instantly recognize and pull forth. And frankly, they couldn’t care less. Perhaps it was a consequence of having married such a sensual man, but they’d grown quite shameless.

“You’ll ruin it anyways, won’t you?” They looked up at him through their eyelashes; something they knew made him all the weaker at the knees.

Shingen stifled a groan in his throat at the sight of them, all but dropping the brush unceremoniously to the side and pushing away all the makeup products he’d gone to such great lengths to obtain. Spoiling his darling like this could wait. Now, he clearly had a different idea of catering to their every whim.

“Oh, absolutely.” Though he sounded a little out of breath, nothing could deter him from smiling in that sultry, promising way of his. There weren’t any doubts in their mind that this was an oath he’d sworn to himself; that he’d pleasure them to the point of no return and till they could remember nothing but him and his passion.

Guiding them back onto the futon they’d yet to have made after their morning tryst, his nimble hands were soon dancing up the warmth expanse of their skin, pushing the hem of their clothes up with every inch he mapped out with his touch.

“We’ll see how ethereal you’ll look when you’re in nothing but makeup and those brand new earrings of yours.”

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[selenacosmic]

An idol and his makeup artist.

This isn’t a series, just a oneshot of an idea I just had.

If there is one advice I would give to any makeup artist…

Don’t work for idols.

I know, saying this may sound like they would be the worst to work with, but that isn’t the case. At least, not in my case… I have studied different styles of makeup for a long time, so to put my work on someone who will perform and be admired by thousands of people fills me with pride. And, in a way, makes me feel important. Then, what is the true problem with working for an idol as their makeup artist? Well…

“Cut! I believe this second shot was a lot better. Take a 5 minute break to fix the makeup.” I heard the director shout, which immediately pulled me out of my thoughts. The lights towards the set were turned off and so was the music.

Right at this moment, the most recently famous group of idols “serViceS” were filming their second music video. They had debuted not too long ago and yet they had built a large amount of fans in less than a week. Perhaps that had something to do with the theme their group had. Just like their name, this idol group had the intention to ‘serve’ their fans with compliments, sweet words and love songs. I joined the staff for this group at their debut, and I can’t say that I don’t feel lucky to be part of the makeup artists, but…

I don’t think my heart can handle being around these men, specially the one that I am in charge of.

“Ah, filming for two hours straight truly can be tiring. But knowing that I will have this angel taking care of me, even if for only five minutes, all my fadigue fades away.” I hear that melodic voice coming closer, I sigh to myself to calm down. When it comes to him, I need to be patient.

I quickly pulled my mask up in case anyone with a camera came close to film him while he is getting ready for the next shots, already holding a towel in my hands to wipe his sweat.

“I am not taking care of you, I am only making sure you look perfect for the video.” Despite me trying my best to be dismissive, this man really didn’t need me to do much for him to be perfect.

All the members of this group were perfect, but this one was different. The idol in question is called Shingen Takeda, a man that is known for having the mature charm of the group and the one who is the most flirty. When I first joined the makeup crew, I truly wondered if his personality was only an act for the public, which is very normal for idols. Actually, I expected that from all of them, considering that they all act very sweetly and affectionate on stage. What baffled me is that this isn’t an act.

I frowned as I patted his face with the towel, a bit frustrated that his makeup got messed up from the sweat, and… you know, this man is way taller than me. Five minutes really isn’t enough to redo everything and give the idol time to rest, it makes me wonder how he manages to have so much energy in him. Probably sensing my frustration, Shingen lowered his face down to help me reach him easier. “Better, Angel?” He asked with that infuriatingly handsome smile on his face.

“Yes, thanks…”

“I hate to make you work all over again on my makeup, but sweating while filming this is inevitable.” I knew it wasn’t his fault, and it’s not like I had to do much for his makeup. Rather, I felt more worried than anything.

“Don’t worry about it, i will try to finish this quickly.” After I was done cleaning his face, I started doing small retouches to his makeup, trying to ignore the awkward position we were in.

His face is too close..!

“Something wrong, angel?” He asked with a look of concern, he probably sensed me being nervous. I shook my head and lightly pushed him away, I was lucky that my mask was hiding my blushing cheeks. I looked away from him to calm my heart, it’s hard to be able to hold his gaze.

“Your makeup is done. It’s not like it took me too long.” He was perfect already, I barely had to do anything.

Shingen smiled again, I could sense his teasing gaze towards me. This man can notice anything it sometimes scares me, but I am lucky he doesn’t push his teasing too far.

“You work very hard to make me look my best, I can’t be more thankful to you than I am right now.” What is this man talking about now? When I looked up to look at his face, his previous teasing smile was now a gentle gaze. That… caught me off guard.

“What… I am just doing my job, nothing impressive about that.” Before I could move away, I felt his hand gently patting my head. This… would feel really awkward in any other occasion, but luckily no one was looking our way. Is he doing this because of how small I am when compared to him? “A-anyway, before you go back, here.” I shoved a cup I bought on my way to work, it was a caramel Frappuccino, his favorite.

He seemed taken aback by my gift, I couldn’t look him in the eyes due to my embarrassment. I just wanted to do something nice since he worked so hard on his career.

“Selena, I hope you continue being my makeup artist in the future.” He happily took the drink from me, drinking it with delight. I crossed my arms and huffed.

“Right, remember to do a good job if you want more of th-“ before I could finish my sentence, I felt him pulling down my mask to kiss my cheek. That certainly left me speechless.

“Then, I must do my best to receive more of my angel’s blessings.” With that, he walked away while drinking his sweet beverage. Meanwhile I was left there with cheeks more red than strawberries.

Yeah… don’t work with idols, specially idols like Shingen. Your heart might not be able to handle it.

[silvanable]

ー Takeout Then : Shingen Takeda

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hi, i’m not dead! my final and midterm failed to kill me, so that sucks for those professors because i can still ruin their lives instead of haunting them.

anyways, i put together this pile of purely self indulgent trash heartfelt apology with this drabble? prompt? it’s a thing i did instead of finishing the great headcanon requests.

i’m also an absolute hoe for shingen and i had to give my love to him. but i also absolutely fucking butchered this and wrote more than i intended by like 600 words.

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↪  GUIDELINES

tags: female reader, minor spoilers: dramatic ending, fluff

word count: 807

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Every since returning to the modern world for Shingen’s surgery, you had been set on sharing as much of your world with him as possible. You had even made an unofficial list.

Of course, you had only begun to introduce him to sweets after he had been cleared by the doctor and had assured you numerous other times he was fine. While you were careful not to overdo it, you did take Shingen to cafes and bakeries, not to mention several restaurants, the mall, the movie theaters, and many other places.

Tonight you had planned to stay in and even cook a nice dinner, maybe bake some of your sinfully delicious brownies. Those plans, however, had been politely thrown out your window the moment you had been pulled into Shingen’s arms on the couch.

You had no option to resist as you fell into his embrace.

Your body tensed as he wrapped his arms around you, hugging you to his chest, and he chuckled. The rumble of his laughter reverberated through you as he brushed his fingers through your hair.

“There is no need to worry, my angel,” He reassured.

It was no surprise he had read your mind. You had practically been tiptoeing around him since his surgery. There was that lingering worry and panic that something could go wrong, so you had made it a point to be extra gentle and cautious with him. Lying on his chest, even as warm and comforting as it was in his arms, had caused that worry to flare.

“Are you sure? You’re feeling alright?” You always had to ask. You had to make sure he was fine, especially knowing that he was good at hiding illnesses and the discomforts it brought.

“I was feeling unwell—”

“Oh no!” You had cut him off with a gasp, pushing away from him as you made to stand up, “Hold on, I can go get the medications. Unless it’s pain, I can get something else for that. Or if you’re hungry I can whip something up really—”

Shingen caught you by the wrist, effectively stopping you from running off and spiraling. His smile was soft as he looked up at you, eyes twinkling.

“If my goddess had let me finish,” He chided, amused, “That all I needed was the cure: a kiss.” His smirk was devilish as he stared up at you.

A short huff left your lips as you tried to be angry, yet you could not hide your smile.

“You could have just said so.” You murmured, leaning down to quickly peck against his lips. A kiss that was brief and far too quick for Shingen’s likeness.

“Now I should go make us some dinner!” You tried to pull away but he only tugged you back to him by your wrist. A yelp escaped your lips at the sudden motion.

Your sound of surprise was met with another low chuckle as strong arms trapped you against his body. It was clear he was not going to let you escape, even to do something as necessary as prepare dinner.

“I will become ill again without you here with me,” Shingen said.

You adjust yourself, body shifted ever so slightly as your head rested against his shoulder. Amber eyes found yours as you looked up to him, your brow raised. He offered a soft smile to you and kissed your forehead gently. A soft sigh left your lips at the affection as you snuggled closer to him.

“Then I can’t make dinner,” You pointed out, not that you were trying to escape his arms. You were doing quite the opposite as you relaxed into him, stretched out on the sofa. “But I suppose I can just order take out instead.”

Shingen gave a hum of approval. “And my goddess would not have to leave my arms, I feel much better already.”

“Well, not until the delivery guy gets here.” You informed him.

A small pout crossed his lips as he shifted to look down at you. Gently, you booped his nose, a giggle leaving your lips. “It will take them a while to get here, at least twenty minutes if they’re quick.”

Shingen sighed dejectedly, yet his eyes sparkled with mirth. “I suppose I will have to let you go eventually.”

You placed your lips against his jaw, a comforting kiss. “And I’ll be right back to you in moments. You won’t wither away,” You poked.

It was enough to draw a smile back into his charming face. “I just might.” He replied, teasing.

Your eyes rolled as you shifted in his arms, your hands dug into your pocket for your phone. “Well, I won’t let that happen.”

You snuggled back into his embrace, drinking in the warmth of his body as you opened your delivery app.

“So besides dessert, what do you want?”

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[alwaysandindent-blog]

Kiss and Make Up

One shot inspired by the song Kiss and Make Up by Dua Lip & BLACKPINK, and some of the characters from Ikemen Sengoku.

“I hate him,” Riley moaned, chugging down another bottle of Corona. “He’s such a fucking asshole. I can’t believe he would be all up on another girl like that in front of me.”

Misao smiled sympathetically and passed her a shot of vodka. Clinking their shot glasses together the girls took down the shot. Misao made a face, straight alcohol was not her style, but Riley was in need of her company tonight.

“It’s the same shit every time,” Riley went on, clearly tipsy from all the alcohol they have consumed, “He says sweet things to me and makes me feel like the most special person in the world, but then once the relationship starts getting serious, he gets scared of commitment and he backs away by flirting with another girl in front of me.” Riley poured herself another shot of vodka. “I mean, why do I even bother with him? Why the hell is he so scared of commitment and why the fuck do I care about him so much?”

“It’s because you love him.” Misao said gently, passing her a cup of water she encouraged Riley to drink some.

Riley pushed the water glass away, “Well, fuck him” she grumbled, sitting up from her slouched position, “Let’s go out tonight. If he wants to play around, I can too.”

Misao shook her head, “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“If you don’t come with me, I’m going by myself,” Riley slurred, standing up and holding onto the dining table for support. Goddamn the alcohol was hitting her.

Misao sighed, “Fine, I’ll come.” Sending a quick text to her boyfriend to let him know her plans, she grabbed Riley by the waist before she fell over, “Come on, you need to get dressed and sobered up slightly before we even go out. Drink some of the water and I’ll do your makeup.”

I’m scared I’m falling, losing all, losing all my control And I’m tired of talking Feel myself saying the same old things But this love’s important Don’t wanna lose, don’t wanna lose you this way

“Isn’t this great?!” Riley yelled over the loud, booming music to Misao. She pulled Misao onto the dance floor. The dim lights of the club, the beat of the music with the mix of alcohol made Riley feel better.

Misao giggled, it was fun to get out for the night, to just dance the night away with no worries on their minds. She was happier Riley was feeling a little better. Glancing around the club, Misao’s eyes stopped at a familiar looking body that was all the way across the room.

Riley glanced at Misao, even in her intoxicated state she was able to follow Misao’s vision across the room. Her eyes narrowed at the familiar silhouette that she had come to know. Please don’t let it be him, she silently begged.

As if he read her mind, he turned around. It was him! Her heart sank; she didn’t need a reminder of why she was out here this night.

In the dim light, she noticed his friends around him. He glanced around the club, eyes widen with surprise when they found her face. Then ever so calmly, the surprise went away as he took a sip of his drink. Lips curled into a smirk as he held up his glass almost as to toast her.

How dare he? Her blood boiled. It was as if he was intentionally trying to make her angry. “Don’t,” Misao whispered, grabbing Riley by the arm. “Don’t go to him.”

Riley took a deep breath, Misao was right. She wouldn’t go to him. She would make him come to her. If he wanted to play this game, she would play it better.

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Shingen gazed across the room, eyes landing on Riley. Fancy seeing her here, he mused to himself, guilt in him seeping out. He felt bad. Riley is a great girl. One who was able to laugh with him and one that would hold him whenever things went bad. He fell for her, he knew that. But he was afraid of commiting to someone. That just wasn’t his taste.

He saw the anger in her eyes. He couldn’t blame her. After all, he was the one who strategically planned for her to find another female in his arms. Shingen raised his glass up to her and gave her a smirk. She would come back to him, she always did.

Taking another swing of his drink, he turned around and found his friend, Yukimura chatting with a girl beside him. Shingen chuckled, he had no interest in being out here tonight, but it wouldn’t hurt for him to be a wingman for his friend, right?

Turning his attention back to the dance floor, he felt a small panic in his heart. Where did she go? She was just here a min--

His eyes narrowed, a hiss escaping his lips as he brought his drink back to his mouth. There she was, grinding herself against a stranger, paying no attention to him. How dare that guy and his hands moving around her body. She was laughing, pulling him closer. He took a gulp of his drink and stared, unable to turn his attention away from what he was seeing. How dare she allow some stranger all over her like that.

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“Dance with me,” Riley giggled, pulling one of Masamune’s friend’s onto the dance floor. Misao’s boyfriend arrived just on time into the club along with some of his friends. Riley was full of liquid courage. She wouldn’t be the one that would crawl back to Shingen, he would have to come back to her.

Misao sighed, watching her best friend pull Hideyoshi onto the floor. Luckily, Hideyoshi wasn’t someone who would be attached to a person or looking for a romantic relationship. Misao knew what Riley was doing, and being unable to stop her, she figured Masamune’s friends would be a better distraction than a stranger from the club.

Masamune kissed Misao on the forehead, sensing her distress, “Don’t worry kitten. Everything’s going to be alright.”

Misao nodded, relaxing into Masamune’s arms. He was right. Misao wouldn’t be able to control what Riley decided to do with herself but she could be here to help out if Riley needed her.

“So…” Masamune cheekily said, pulling Misao close, “Do you come here often? Can I buy you a drink?”

That got a laugh out of Misao, “That’s so corny! And cheesy!” she cringed in laughter. “But yes, I do want a drink.”

Masamune smiled and shrugged, “Come’on, I’ll go get you a drink.” He intertwined his hand with hers, “Don’t worry too much about Riley, she’s going to be fine.” he reassured, leading Misao over to the bar.

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Riley moved to the beat of the music, holding onto Hideyoshi who moved along with her. “You’re a good dancer,” she complimented him, pulling his arms around her.

“Thank you,” he responded, “I’m glad I could help assist in your revenge plan.”

“Oh god,” Riley groaned, “You know about this?” She was still under the liquid courage influence without a care in the world.

Hideyoshi laughed, “Masamune might’ve mentioned something,” he leaned in closer, “For what it’s worth, I think you’ll have him crawling back in no time.” He nodded towards Shingen, “Dude looks like he’s about to burn the club down.”

Riley glanced over, her heart skipped a beat and danced with excitement as she saw the anger in Shingen’s eyes. Locking eyes with Shingen, she smirked back at him, then pulled Hideyoshi in closer, bringing his hands around her body.

Closing her eyes, Riley let herself move to the music, pulling Hideyoshi closer to her. Savoring the moment of the look in Shingen’s eyes, she turned herself away allowing the view of Shingen to leave her sight but positioning herself carefully so that she would stay in his sight. Karma is a bitch, she smirked to herself knowing that Shingen was now watching her every move.

You’re still not able to leave. What are you doing? Someday it’ll be over, I know when to leave.

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Downing the alcohol that was in his hand, his brown eyes narrowed with jealousy as he watched Riley. It was unreasonable for him to be jealous, yet the rage he felt in his heart was something he never felt before. Previous girls in the past would pull this game with him, trying to make him jealous, yet he was always able to walk away. Why couldn’t he bring himself to do it now?

Ordering another drink, he glanced over to his friend. It seemed like Yukimura was comfortable with whatever he was doing. Good. Shingen had bigger things to worry about.

He went over to the bar and ordered another drink, settling himself down on the stool. Eyes never leaving Riley, he couldn’t pinpoint the feeling that he felt. What was this feeling? Was it rage? Jealousy? Anger? Insecurity? Logically, he knew he shouldn’t feel anything. After all, he was the one that started it. He was the one who would always be up on another girl whenever he felt commitment. His head shuddered, the thought of commitment was scary, yet his heart demanded that this feeling was even worse. Would he be able to stand aside and watch Riley with another man?

He would be fine, right? His head demanded. He was Shingen Takeda, goddammit.There wasn’t any girl in the world who wouldn’t fall for his charm. With or without Riley, he would be okay. Right? Looking for a distraction he glanced at the girl who was sitting next to him. Quickly assessing her, he moved closer, “Hey beautiful, can I buy you a drink?” he asked, with the charming smile of his bright on his face.

She flushed, a giggle coming out of her mouth, “Of course,” she replied coyly. Shingen forced a smile on his face. He would be okay, right? So why was he still thinking of Riley? Mindlessly ordering a drink for the girl and handing it to her, the corner of his eye still looked for Riley.

There she was, still on the dance floor with that stranger, laughing at his jokes and holding a drink in her hand. He could see her smile, the one that she was now giving to a stranger. He could see her hands, all over another man’s body the way they should be on his. Shingen’s thoughts were muddled. He’s going to be fine without her. After all, he was the one who stepped away. He’d be fine. Right?

“So do you want to dance?” The voice next to him broke him out of his trance.

“Huh,” Shingen turned over to look at this girl, then flashing her his award winning colgate smile, he held his hand out to her, “It would be my pleasure.”

That was what he needed. Right? A distraction. He pulled the girl over to the dance floor, suddenly aware that he never got her name, but also realizing that he didn’t care. “So beautiful, do you come here often?” he asked lamely trying to make small talk. Not his best line, but with his charm, it still worked.

“For you, I would,” she giggled, batting her eyelashes. Shingen force a smile out for her but cringed inside suddenly hypersensitive to everything that was going on around him. When did a female’s giggle become the most annoying sound to him? Were all girls this annoying when they flirted? What was up with the eyelash batting? Didn’t that only happen in cartoons? Riley was never like this.

Still, determined to forget about her, Shingen pulled his dance partner closer to him. She giggled again, grinding herself against him obviously feeling herself to the music. Shingen took a deep breath. He would be fine, right? So why was he still thinking of Riley?

He glanced around the dance floor again, this time locking eyes with Riley. He watched her move against the stranger, immediately wishing that was her body against his and not some random skanky chick he picked off the bar.

Shingen watched as the stranger leaned down and whispered something into Riley’s ear. It made his blood boil. No other man should be in such close proximity to Riley. No other man should be the one that puts a smile on her face. But he took another deep breath.

He’s fine without her. Right?

Riley looked up, and locked eyes with Shingen. She must notice that he had a girl on him now. What would her reaction be? Everything seemed to move in slow motion for Shingen. He felt himself force a smile towards Riley, almost as if to tell her I’m over you. But the smile felt fake. His heart was burning with rage and jealousy. Riley didn’t seem to have a reaction to him. Instead she smirked at Shingen and rolled her eyes. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around the stranger’s neck. Pulling him down, her lips met his.

Shingen felt like his heart stopped. He stood in place, unable to move and unable to look away from what he saw.

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

The music played loudly, but Shingen couldn’t hear it. Bodies bumped against his, yet there was nothing he could feel. It didn’t matter that he has another chick up against him. There was nothing that would’ve prepared himself for the sight in front of him. It was almost as if time stopped except for her. The only thing he saw was her. Blinking his eyes a few times, he stared.

Sure enough, Riley’s arms were still enclosed around the stranger, lips still locked with the stranger. The club started to feel tight. Shingen started to feel claustrophobic, it seemed like everything was spinning and coming down on him. The air felt thicker. It was getting hard to breathe. The people felt closer, but Riley… she seemed too far out of reach.

What was Riley doing? Anger surged through his veins. How dare she make out with another man, in front of him nonetheless. Shingen was numb with anger, and burning with jealousy. It couldn’t be true. As the music played, and a stranger grinded herself against him, and the alcohol pounding against his head, none of it mattered. All he saw was Riley. His Riley with another man.

Through the darkness in the club he finally had to admit defeat to himself. No, he would not be okay.

Not without her.

That is not what we need You alone is enough So tell me can we work this whole thing out?

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“So how many drinks have you had?” Hideyoshi asked, passing another glass over to Riley.

Riley gladly took the drink and a long sip, “Too many to keep count!” she grinned, clearly enjoying herself. She glances over quickly at Shingen, he was buying a drink for another female at the bar. Her eyes narrowed at the sight.

Hideyoshi chuckled, “You know that he’s only doing that because he sees you with another guy right now, right?”

Riley found a lot of comfort in those words. She wanted the impact to hit Shingen as hard as they could.

“You want to know what would make him angrier?” Hideyoshi’s eyes light up mischievously, “Kiss me.”

Riley glanced at Hideyoshi, a smirk curling up the side of her lips, “You won’t mind that?”

“Nah. I’m finding a lot of enjoyment in this game.”

Riley laughed, “You’re becoming one of the best wingman that I know.”

Pulling her back onto the dance floor, he leaned in and whispered into her ear, “Wait for the right moment. I’m setting the mood right now. Judging by his body language, he doesn’t like the fact that I’m super close to you. Wait for the perfect moment to kiss me and he’s going to lose it.”

Riley laughed, pulling Hideyoshi close to her, stealing a quick glance at Shingen. Shingen has brought a random girl onto the dance floor but his gaze stayed fixated on Riley.

Both of them locked eyes. Shingen smiled at Riley, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. If he wanted to play this game, Riley would just have to top him. Waiting for the moment, Riley smirked at Shingen and rolled her eyes. A silent fuck you went through her head as she pulled Hideyoshi closer and met her lips with his.

Hideyoshi kissed her back, holding onto that pose for a few seconds before pulling away. He took a quick glance at Shingen before smiling widely, “I told you it would get to him. He’s got it bad for you. Doesn’t even acknowledge the girl who’s dancing on him.”

Staring back to the dance floor, Shingen stood in place still watching Riley and Hideyoshi. Riley could almost see the anger coming out from his body. She giggled in satisfaction knowing that he felt something from her little show.

It seemed like Shingen stared at them forever, before walking off the dance floor without a word to his dance partner. Her eyes followed him, noting that he was back at the bar ordering another drink.

Hideyoshi led Riley back to the booth where their other friends were hanging out. “So how’s it going?” Masamune asked, casually sipping his drink.

“Well, her ex is fuming pissed right now,” Hideyoshi chuckled, “It’s only a matter of time before he comes crawling back to her.”

“Mess up your hair and smudge some more of your makeup,” Misao suggested, “Then go back to the dance floor and make it look like you were freshly fucked. That would do some real damage to him.”

“That’s a good idea,” Mitsuhide said, reaching over and tussling with Riley’s hair, “You should also walk out with another guy. That would mess up with him even more.”

Hideyoshi grinned, “What, I’m not good enough?” He joked, then slapped Mitsuhide on the shoulder, “I’m tagging you in.”

“You’ll owe me for this,” Mitsuhide said, downing the last drops of his drink.

“Drinks on me this round,” Riley announced, grabbing a bartender and ordering a round of shots for everyone, “Thank you guys for the help,” she gushed, holding her shot glass up, “To bad decisions and hangovers!”

“Cheers!” Everyone took the shot. Misao pushed Mitsuhide over to Riley, “Now go out and piss Shingen off!”

Touch me like you touch nobody Put your hands all up on me I’m tired of hearing “sorry” Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up

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“What happened to you?” Yukimura asked glancing at a pissed off looking Shingen. Shingen brushed Yukimura’s hand off his shoulder and downed the rest of his whiskey.

“Nothing,” Shingen grumbled, his eyes looking as if they were ready to kill. Yukimura scanned the club and Riley moving against a guy. Suddenly everything made sense.

“Just go talk to her,” Yukimura grumbled, rolling his eyes. “What are you so afraid of? You’re clearly in love with her even though you want to push her away. I’ll never understand why you do that.”

Shingen glanced up again, eyes narrowing at the sight of Riley with a different guy on the dance floor. His heart tightened with a fire he couldn’t pinpoint. Seeing Riley with not one, but two different guys on the same night was not something he signed up for when he decided that he would come out with Yukimura tonight.

“You’ve been playing her along for way too long. She deserves something better for standing next to you all this time.” Yukimura lightly said, “Either you’re going to go to her, or leave. Leave and walk away and never look back. Don’t drag her feelings on, it’s not fair for her.”

Yukimura sighed, placing another drink in Shingen’s hand, “Go figure your shit out. Now.” He looked at Shingen whose eye never left Riley, “Or you’re gonna lose her forever.”

So how about we leave this party? Cause all I want is you up on me I’m tired of hearing “sorry”

Shingen stared at Riley as she moved up against another man. He sighed. Deep down, he knew that she would eventually be tired of his games and tired of him not committing. It never affected him as much as it did now. He couldn’t stand the sight in front of him; the sight of another man making his girl smile so brightly, the sight of another man holding his girl far too close for his liking. He hated it.

“You’re gonna lose her forever.”

Yukimura’s voice echoed in Shingen’s head as he took another shot. He didn’t want that. Shingen grew numb as he started coming to a realization: he was more scared to lose her then he was scared of commitment.

Downing another shot and gathering up his courage along with his anger, he made his way over to the dance floor. He made up his mind, he was going to get Riley back. Snaking his way through the dance floor, he found himself finally standing next to Riley who still hadn’t realized he was in such close proximity.

Moving his way behind her, Shingen’s smooth voice cut between the Riley and the man she was dancing with, “Well princess, it seems like I left you alone for too long, but I’m here now.” He reached over and put his arm around Riley’s shoulder.

Riley’s eyes narrowed at him, Shingen felt his heart tug. Of course she would be mad at him, that was something he expected. Luckily for him, Riley moved away from the other guy and went into Shingen’s arms. The other guy seemed to give Riley a knowing smirk before winking at her and walking away.

Shingen’s arms around her tightened, pulling her close to him and inhaling her scent. Even with the different bodies moving around them, the smell of alcohol, and the loud music in the air- having her in his arms made a world of a difference to him.

“What do you want?” Riley demanded, her eyes glossing over him. She definitely had too much alcohol in her system.  Shingen chuckled, still finding her extremely adorable in her intoxicated angry state.

He leaned in close to her ear, “You,” he whispered, his hot breath moved across her skin causing her to shiver, “I want you.”

Do it just like the thrill of the first time you met me So tell me can we work this whole thing out? Work this whole thing out

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“You had me,” Riley stated neutrally, keeping her stance. She wouldn’t just let him waltz right back into her life like that, not after all the shit that he put her though.

Shingen was quiet, still gripping onto her tightly on the dance floor. It didn’t matter that there were other people around, she was the only one that mattered to him.

“Well?” Riley demanded, “If this is all you got, then we’re done.” She reached out and pushed his chest, trying to gather some space between them, but Shingen grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

“Stop,” he commanded, his dominating voice sent goosebumps down Riley’s arms. He pulled her in, “I… I don’t want you to leave.” He breathed out against her ear.

Riley stared at Shingen, quietly assessing his facial features, “Fine, let’s go outside and talk.” She let him lead her through the crowd, making way out of the club and breathing in the fresh air.

Without the banging music, people around, and the alcohol, Riley turned her attention onto Shingen. She kept her facial expression neutral with her arms folded across her chest. She wanted nothing more than to run right into his arms, to seek the comfort he had always given her, but she was tired of it. Tired of the game, tired of chasing, and tired of having him push her away.

Shingen sighed and put his hands into his pocket, “Look…” his voice trailed off, finding difficulty in words to describe his feelings, “I want to be with you.” He finally said.

Riley rolled her eyes, “And what makes this time different than all the other times? All those times you tell me that I’m special and I’m the only one, but when push comes to shove you don’t seem to have a problem with leaving me for another girl.” Her voice was full of venom with tears brimming around her eyes, “I’m tired, Shingen. I really am. I don’t want to play this stupid game of yours anymore. If this is all you have then that’s it. Have a good fucking life because I’m fucking done with whatever this shit is. I deserve someone who’s going to give me the fucking world.” She turned around on her heels, ready to walk away.

“Wait,” Shingen said in a panic. Riley stopped in her track, but did not turn to face him. Shingen’s heart pounded, he needed to tell her how much she meant to him before she walked away. This would be the only chance he got.

“Look,” Shingen groaned, ruffling his hair, “I’m not good at this. I’m not good at making commitments. They scare me…” He walked closed to Riley, reaching for her arm and turning her around to face him, “But… the thought of losing you? That scares me more.” He took a step closer to her, “I know I don’t deserve you. After all the shit I put you though, I know. I know that without me, you’d be fine… But I can’t let you go. I want to be with you, so please let me.” His brown eyes gazed into hers, searching for forgiveness.

Riley’s heart softened at his words but her eyes narrowed, “And I’m supposed to forgive you just like that?” Snapping her fingers to match her words, she was surprised her tone still had a feisty bite to it. They both stared at each other in silence for a while. Riley sighed and pulled herself away from Shingen.

“Look,” she finally stated, taking in a deep breath and fanning herself out. “I don’t know anymore. I can’t trust you. You didn’t do it to me once, it was quite a few times where I just happen to find you kissing another woman.” She sighed, “You meant the world to me… I would’ve done anything for you.” Her voice was quiet, “And it hurt me the most knowing that I meant absolutely nothing to you.” Choking back her tears, she stared at him with watery eyes, “I’m sick of it, Shingen. I really am. I don’t think I can do this again.”

Shingen’s heart broke, watching Riley come undone in front of him. He ran his fingers through his hair, “I’m not asking you to forgive me right now.” He let out a small sigh, “I’m not hoping to be forgiven tonight, but I’m asking you to give me one last chance.” Shingen reached out for Riley’s hands and pulled her close to him, “But I mean it this time. I’m yours and only yours” He hesitantly pulled her into a hug, “I was scared. I was scared of committing to someone, so when it came to it I pushed you away.” He gently tilted her chin up so that she was facing him. Gazing into her dark brown watery eyes, he silently promised that he would never make her feel this way ever again. “But, I’m ready to change,” he said to her, “I don’t want to push you away anymore, and I don’t want to run in circles. I want you, I want to be with you, and I want the whole world to know it.”

Shingen planted a soft kiss on her forehead, “I know my apology doesn’t mean anything to you right now, but please, just give me one last chance to prove it. And if I don’t make it up to you… Then you can… walk away.” His voice cracked as he said the last two words, knowing very well that it could be an option but something he hope that she would never do.

Riley stayed silent for what felt like eternity. Her hands were warm with his wrapped around hers, she couldn’t find the will power to push him away. This was what she wanted. Finally, she took a deep breath, and met his gaze, “Fine,” she said, so quietly he wasn’t even sure he heard her correctly.

His eyes light up, heart filled with hope, and a grin spread across his face.

“But,” Riley eyes narrowed, “You fuck anything up, and I’m walking away.” She warned.

“I won’t,” Shingen promised, pulling her in for a hug and resting his chin on top of her head, “I’ll make it all up to you. I promise.”

“Great,” Riley replied, wrapping her arms around him, “You can start now.”

Shingen smirked and leaned down, whispering against her ear, “How about we get out of here and I can really show you how sorry I am?” His lips trailed alongside her neck and planted a kiss on her collarbone, causing a shiver to go down her spine.

Riley’s eyes glistened as she smiled teasingly back at him, “It’s gonna take a lot more than a good orgasm for me to forgive you,” she warned.

“Well then, I’d better get started,” Shingen smirked.

So how about we leave this party? Cause all I want is you up on me I’m tired of hearing “sorry” Kiss and make, kiss, kiss and make up

[tsubaki3192]

Of Tricks and Treats

[Kenshin x MC/Reader x Shingen]

Oneshot Series: Phrases.

Note: In a strange AU where Japan isn’t united, but in the modern times… i.e, modern cities in a sengoku-like setting. I... May have gotten a little carried away...

Tagging: @unstoppablelinda 

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

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“Happy Halloween, Happy Halloween-”

Ah, yes. Halloween. A season to despise if you were the dreaded Uesugi Kenshin. How could the children of the modern times enjoy such… Things? There was the issue with sweets - something he outright despised - and then there was the issue with those children that ran the streets in their costumes, totally unaware of their lord’s inability to set them apart from adults in their costumes and cosmetics… Depending on their height.

(You, along with Yuki and Shingen, had cracked up once when a mother came rushing out, brandishing a broomstick at the bunny-lord, thinking he was another man in the costume of their lord’s and one who threatened her son.)

But it was a holiday to commend to if you were the flirtatious Takeda Shingen (Or the Demon King Oda Nobunaga). Masks meant easy flirting with females, sweets mean more indulgence and costumes. 

Costumes meant skin exposure, and skin exposure meant-

You had slapped him across the arm for that, albeit somewhat playfully, clad in your ‘angel’ costume as you had promised. And his jaw had dropped as he took in the sight of you in a snow-white angel costume, completed with a ‘hovering’, golden halo above your head. Your dress, matching the colour of your handmade wings, reached just past your knees and was completed with a delicate pair of ankle-height boots and a golden belt hovering your waist.

(But what he wasn’t aware of was the change in your appearance as soon as night fell: You had applied a green glow-in-the-dark face paint to your appearance and costume, leaving you as a ghoulish, fallen angel rather than a pure one.)

It’d surely be Shingen’s nightmare, right?

And Halloween certainly wasn’t a holiday Kenshin was to enjoy. Not when you had terrified him the previous year in your bunny costume, dripping in the same midnight-fluorescent paint and your ‘hanging’ precariously (from makeup illusion) from the final sinews of your neck, and certainly not when it had been Sasuke who had assisted you with your costume.

But for some strange reason, Shingen had not yet suspected your ‘mild’ change in costume or had completely forgotten the trick you had played on him the previous day.

“You ready to go trick or treating?”

The chocolate-haired male entwined his fingers with your own, having gained the liberty of this year’s hand-holding… Much like Kenshin had received the last. But you could feel the heavily jealous gaze upon your back, flickering between you and your entwined fingers and it wasn’t long before the broad male standing beside you gave a short laugh. He turned his head slightly to meet the gaze of his white-haired rival behind them, uttering a sentence that would surely rile his frenemy.

“Now, now Kenshin. I’ve won my angel’s heart fair and square, so-”

“You won nothing, you damn flirt. I’ll kill you if you make another comment like that.”

Seething grumpily, Kenshin’s eyes narrowed even further and huffed, knowing he was unable to draw the tanto hidden beneath the folds of his clothing publicly. Shingen’s laughter only continued on as the browsed the various food and market stalls lining the main road, and before long, the sun began to set. The orange hues seemed to both brighten and darken the city’s streets, though your hand suddenly left Shingen’s, running off to the nearest bathroom with a rather ‘innocent’ excuse.

When you had returned, the sun had set even lower, perhaps to the point where night and day truly mixed together - Dusk. But your actions upon returning were strange, almost off somehow. And that sheet of white cotton placed hanging over your head hadn’t helped his confidence either.

“Are you okay?”

Shingen’s eyes were concerned, though Kenshin’s eyes shone somewhat gleefully as he spied the faint green glow beneath your cloak. Oh boy, you were playing the same trick as you had the previous year and he was sure to immensely enjoy this.

And yet you replied with a silent nod of your head, and took his hand, ignoring the slimy sensation between your fingers. But it was dark enough now, and the gooey sensation between his fingers were unnaturally sticky. The wind blew gently, mildly lifting the hood from the upper half of your face and-

There was a loud scream, quite obviously from someone who had seen your costume, given their pale and horrified expression and the finger pointed in your direction. The lanterns above flickered, accidentally adding to the whole mood. And all of a sudden the wind picked up, lifting the fabric from your torso and revealed the final form of your costume.

Glow in the dark paint littered the majority of your face imitating blood, the art form even going as far as painting a false eye torn from it’s - your - socket. And those false wings you had placed so gently off your back, now hung broken and torn from it’s supposed bones, splatters of the once-invisible paint now coating your entire body.

And Shingen could only stare at you horrified, panicking slightly at the thought of his angel falling into the depths of hell. His hand, now sticky with the paint had been dropped casually to the side, the paint also staining the side of his clothes. But it was the expression of horror and the miffed look of shock that sent Kenshin into  a bout of hysterics and Shingen could only frown even further as his non-stained hand raised itself to brush at the glowing marks upon your face. 

“Angel?”

His voice sounded so broken, so sad, that you were forced to break the lifeless demeanour. You hadn’t meant to sadden him after all. So with a wide grin, your eye opened revealing the other stunning (E/C) orb. 

“Trick or Treat~!”

If the superficial art hadn’t killed him, then the relief that nothing had happened to you did and his frown only deepened even further when he heard Kenshin’s cruel laughter from somewhere behind him. But you had been surrounded by the mass of people, claiming compliments that you hesitantly accepted at the urge of a now grinning Shingen.

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Bonus:

“She got you good, Shingen.”

“Now that I think about it,” The Tiger of Kai began, “Didn’t she do the same thing to you last year, in a Bunny costume?”

“Indeed,” Kenshin replied, brows now furrowing in irritation as he recalled his own surprise. He had been far more violent with you, unintentionally knocking you out as he panicked.

“You locked yourself in your room for days after, didn’t you?”

Shingen’s teasing grin reached Kenshin’s eyes and the white-haired male’s eyes narrowed, squinting while pulling out the weapon from the inside of his kimono.

“... Come here so I can kill you.”

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Treat - Shingen: Your costume, Kenshin: Terrifying Shingen

Trick - Shingen: Your costume... Part 2, Kenshin: Your previous year’s costume

[breaktimewritings]

Love Letters II Yukimura/MC Samurai Love Ballad Party Oneshot

“There’s a mistake.” She finally explained. “I’m not the one who…Are you sure these are intended for me?” The man popped a piece of dango in his mouth, giving her a wolfish grin. “Definitely. You fit the description of who I’m to deliver them to perfectly.”

AO3

(( This was meant to be a quick oneshot but then it became 5000 words long OOPS! ))

She was a bit confused when the man appeared at her restaurant, producing a letter for her with a calm smile. With his silver hair and eyes so brown they were almost red, the man didn’t look like a messenger. But she did remember seeing him in the restaurant before, almost every day this week. He seemed like he needed a smile, so she always offered him one and they chatted away when able and it surprised her how much dango he could eat. Perhaps his looks were simply deceiving?

“Who would write me?” She questioned, taking the folded letter from him. Was one of the regulars trying to play a prank on her? Had she accidentally offended someone of note recently? “I haven’t sent any letters out myself...”

The silver-haired man only shrugged. “Anything’s possible, little lady.”

She frowned, and he tapped the letter, prompting her to open it. However, before she could ask who it was from or how she could even respond to the letter, a breeze whipper her hair and the man was gone.

“Anything’s possible?” She echoed his words before sitting to read the letter.

The writing is precise and practiced, as if whoever wrote it had to try multiple times to get the correct words to form. A few lines of the characters were shaky from what must have been trembling hands. He introduced himself rather formally as Sanada Yukimura. She were sure she’d heard that name before but couldn’t place it anywhere. He wrote for a moment about the weather and the changing of the leaves and threat of snow before his hands started trembling again. The next words had her eyes widening. Clearly, there had to be some mistake.

“I know we have never met, but I am looking forward to our marriage.”

She blinked once. Twice. She shook her head, searching the page for more explanation but found none. Simply his name signed with a sincerity that surprised her. Yes, there absolutely has to be some mistake. She was of course aware that samurai sometimes visited the little restaurant she and her family ran. There was one with an eyepatch that was even a regular. But She’d never met a Sanada Yukimura, let alone agreed to marry him. So how could he be looking forward to a marriage?

A voice from the kitchen startled her out of her trance. “Sis! Mom needs you to go shopping!”

“Coming Yahiko!” She called back to her brother, tucking the letter away in her sleeve for the time being.

It seemed a shame not to respond, but surely he’d realize that when he didn’t get a response.

Two weeks later, however, the silver-haired man was back. He breezed into the restaurant silently, asking once again for dango. She obliged of course, but as she came back with his plate he once again offered her a letter.

“What’s wrong, little lady?” He asked when she hesitated to take it.

“There’s a mistake.” She finally explained. “I’m not the one who…Are you sure these are intended for me?”

The man popped a piece of dango in his mouth, giving her a wolfish grin. “Definitely. You fit the description of who I’m to deliver them to perfectly.”

“But…”

“Come now.” He said, pressing the letter into her hand, his eyes and tone suddenly serious. More serious than any gaze she’d ever seen. “He’s a good little lord. The least you can do is read them.”

Something in his voice told her that not taking it wasn’t an option, so she tucked the unopened letter into her sleeve once again.

“He mentioned marriage in the last one.”

The dango man’s lips quirked into an amused smile. “Did he now? Lucky you.”

He was a strange one, finishing off his dango easily before ordering another round and all but disappearing into the night. She thought for a moment about not reading the letter at all, but something told her that, somehow, the dango man would know that she hadn’t. So once the restaurant was closed and she was in the safety of her room, she opened it.

The words this time were much more formal, apologizing earnestly if he’d been too forward or presumptuous in sending the first letter. Apologizing if he’d bored her or offended her in any way. His hands turned more sure as he wrote that it was his older brother, Noboyuki, who suggested he wrote her. They were to be married, after all, and he didn’t feel comfortable not knowing her in some little way before that. His hands were trembling again, and she wondered vaguely what on earth made him so nervous. Who does he assume he’s writing to…? He finished with sincerity again, his hope that they can get along and that he could one day make her happy.

“I promise to be the best husband I can be for you.”

She frowned, her brow furrowing. But despite her confusion something in her chest grew warm. Whoever this Sanada Yukimura was truly supposed to make his bride, she was quite the lucky woman. She ignored the pang of jealousy that thought made her feel.

Slowly, her eyes drifted to the ink and parchment on her small desk. For a moment, her fingers tingled with wanting to reply to him. He deserved to know the situation at any rate. However, in the end she lost her nerve, and tucked the letter in a small box with the first one and her other treasures.

It only took a week for the dango man to arrive again. She brought out his plate without him having to order, knowing what he wanted by now. With a grin he offered her the next letter.

For a moment, excitement made her heart pound and she immediately reached for it before letting her hand drop. “I can’t.” She finally said, shaking her head.

“Why not?” He asked, his expression unchanging.

“He’s so earnest and straightforward.” She found herself saying. “But also oddly nervous? And as I said last time, I’m not the one he’s writing to. I’ve never met him or agreed to marry anyone.”

The man only hummed, eating his dango. “Anything’s possible.”

“So you’ve said.”

“Did I now?”

Frustration built in her from this whole issue. He’d been dodging it every time he came, and that wasn’t fair to either her or Yukimura. She was just about to tell him once and for all that she would not be taking another letter, when her brother appeared with another plate of dango in hand.

Yahiko looked between the two of them for a moment. “Sis, is this your sweetheart or something?”

Her cheeks immediately burn with a high blush. “Y-Yahiko! That’s not—”

“Not me.” The dango man says with a low chuckle, then turned to offer her the letter again. “Why not write him back, little lady? Explain it all. I can wait.”

He could, and something in his eyes tells her he will, whether she decided to write this little lord back right away or not. Yahiko elbowed her playfully.

“Go on sis we’re slow mom won’t mind.”

“Alright.” She finally sighed

When she entered her room it seemed suddenly quieter, the air heavy. She realized her hands were trembling as she opened the third letter. Why was sje suddenly so nervous? It was ridiculous. She didn’t have anything to fear, did she?

This letter was the shortest yet, which should have been a relief, yet something in her gave way to sadness. The brush strokes on the page didn’t once tremble or falter, and instead seemed rather heavy and resigned. Yukimura apologized once again if he was being a bother, somehow deciding she must not at all want to marry him if she hadn’t written him back by now. He confessed he wasn’t as good at this as his older brother or best friend (Saizo, the one she’d been calling “the dango man”) or even the lord he served, Takeda Shingen. But he also vowed to respect her wishes and promised he’d talk to his father about calling off the marriage if he hadn’t heard from her in a week.

“I hope you’re able to find happiness in whatever it is you decide to do.”

He seemed sad, and something inside of her heart simply couldn’t abide that. So she picked up her brush and parchment, and began to write. Three tries later, she was fairly certain she had a...serviceable reply. She’d rambled, but hopefully that was okay. She replied to everything he’d written her about so far, telling him of the local shrine and how it looked with the changing of the leaves, asking about his brother and the lord he served, telling him of her family and restaurant, and finally telling him of the misunderstanding at the end. As she signed the letter she suddenly felt very sad that it wasn’t her that he was originally writing to, but it couldn’t be helped. The Sanada were a samurai clan, no doubt looking to marry their son off to someone more prestegious than a simple country girl.

“I have no doubt you’ll make a fine husband one day. I hope you find happiness in whatever you do.”

She hoped the echo of his words would put him at ease, and folded up the long letter to give to Saizo.

“I finished.” She said once she emerged back to the restaurant. The sun had begun to set. How long had she been writing?

“Thank you, little lady.” Saizo said, taking the letter from her.

“No, thank you Lord Saizo. Lord Yukimura has a good friend in you.”

Saizo just grinned at her before turning to leave, disappearing into the night. It wasn’t until he was gone that she realized she’d just given Sanada Yukimura no reason to write her again.

However, the next week someone claiming to be a Sanada retainer appeared with a letter for her, and their routine began. Yukimura was adamant about her being the one he was meant to marry, claiming Saizo didn’t make mistakes. And though she insisted, it was to no avail. She stopped trying and they simply wrote, learning each other through ink and parchment and brush strokes. Both of them had siblings, though he was youngest where she was eldest. Both of them knew the pain of losing a parent, with him losing his mother at a young age and she losing her father. He was sweet and impossibly innocent, which suited her fine. He was a samurai, and a skilled one at that. He offered to show her his skill in sparring and she offered to show him the best place in Kyoto to view the cherry blossoms in the spring. He was perfect. He was also hell-bent on dying to bring honor to his clan, and the very thought of that made her stomach churn.

It hadn’t quite been a week before she’d sent her last letter when Saizo appeared in their restaurant again. Except he hadn’t sat at his usual table. Something was wrong.

Still, she offered him a smile “Saizo! An order of dango?”

“Not today, little lady. I’m afraid I don’t have much time.” He offered her a letter, which she immediately opened.

Her blood ran cold, the color draining from her face. Immediately she knew his tone while writing this was different. More focused. There was no tremble in his hands as he wrote out the words before her.

“We’re going to battle. I won’t be able to write for a while. When I’m back, I’d like to meet if possible.”

She swallowed, glancing up at Saizo. “Give me a moment.”

He nodded, the look in his eyes discernable. The steps she took to her room were hurried and shaky. Her gut churned and she couldn’t help the tears that threatened to prick at her eyes, though she had no idea why. She was not necessarily unaccustomed to the men in her life going off to war. Her father had, and her childhood friend Inuchiyo did. She knew of course Yukimura would go to war. And yet…

She willed her hand to stay steady as she wrote, not wanting to let on how nervous she was. After all, she knew he didn’t need anything to distract him.

“I should send him something…” She muttered to herself as she signed the letter. That was what women did when the men they...had affections for went to battle wasn’t it? Her hand went to the pin in her hair, the glass butterfly cool against her fingertips. It had always brought her luck. Perhaps…

“This has always brought me luck. I’ll let you borrow it. Promise me that when you come back to me you’ll give this back. I’ll be waiting.”

She tucked the hair pin in the letter, her limbs feeling heavy as she stepped out of her room to present the letter to Saizo, who was eating the last of the dango that her mother must have shoved at him.

“Thanks, little lady.” He said, a smile gracing his lips as he turned to leave.

An uneasiness fell over her suddenly, and the unmistakable fear that she would never see or hear from either of them again overtook her.

“Saizo?” She’d called without realizing. He turned to her, his eyebrows quirked in a silent question. She swallowed. “Will he reply?”

A familiar, almost comforting grin spread over his lips, “Anything’s possible, little lady.”

This time, an answering smile played at her lips “So you’ve said.”

He reached out to ruffle her hair playfully, and she opened her mouth to protest, but when she blinked he was already gone.

“You okay, sis?”

“Huh?”

Yahiko frowned at her, an armful of dishes in his hands. “You look sad.”

“I’m alright.” She said with a bright smile. “Let me help you and mom finish up.”

That night, she sighed and flopped onto her bedding, determined to keep her mind from wandering to dark places any further. She would keep herself busy. Wouldn’t give herself time to think. Yes, that sounded right. Before she could drift off to sleep, a piece of parchment on her desk that hadn’t been there before caught her eye.

“How…?”

Well, she supposed Saizo was a ninja. He no doubt used the front door out of curtosey. Or perhaps for the dango. The note only held two words, but the handwriting was unmistakable.

“I promise.”

The next week there was no Saizo, and therefore no letter. Nor was there the week after, or the week after that. She didn’t expect one so soon, not with the battle happening. However, a month passed, and with the next month creeping up on them and the threat of snow ever-present, she found it harder and harder to keep her mind off the endless possibilities of what had happened. Had he been cut down? Mortally injured? Had he simply grown bored of her? After all, he knew the truth, whether he wanted to believe it or not. Why would he continue to remain in contact with her? But that wasn’t right. He’d promised her he’d bring back her hairpin. He might not know her exact location but Saizo did. Unless...unless the Takeda lost and the unthinkable happened.

“Sis? Sis!”

Yahiko’s voice snapped her from her thoughts. She returned to arranging the donuts she was on a plate, and he frowned at her. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” She insisted. “Can you hand me that sake?”

“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately.” He said “You have ever since those letters stopped coming. Did something happen?”

“Not at all.” She said, picking up the tray. “I just want to give it my all.”

“You need rest.”

“I’ll rest when we’re done. Where were these going?”

“To the man in the red kimono. You can’t miss him.”

She nodded, stepping out of the kitchen and into the restaraunt. The tables were full, those in town seeking refuge from the quickly-falling snow. The man in the red kimono was sitting at a table in the corner, laughing jovially with a few other regulars around him. He was striking, with piercing blue eyes contrasting his dark hair. His smile was bright but something told her those eyes could turn to ice as well.

“Here you are.” She said, placing the donuts and sake before him and giving him a bright smile. “Please enjoy them.”

The man didn’t seem like he was able to look directly at her, but he enthusiastically took a bite of the sweet treat. He sighed happily, giving his complements in a slurred tone. Immediately, her spirits lifted. Things might have been crazy, but at the very least, she could still make people happy with her food. That was all she needed.

“So did you find an inn?” She heard one of the regulars ask the man as they drank and she tidied.

The man in the red kimono froze. “Ah. Not yet. I was so excited to come here that I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“That could be trouble.” Another said, downing the sake in one gulp. “With the snow it might be full.”

The man’s blue eyes widened, and she heard him mutter a worried “Oh...” as she disappeared back into the kitchen. Later, when the restaurant was closing and mostly empty her mother appeared with a cheerful smile. At her side was the man in the red kimono.

“He’ll be staying the night with us.” She said brightly. “Can you show him to the extra room?”

“Of course.”

The man gave a rigid, formal bow. “You’re too kind. I promise to repay you for this.”

“Think nothing of it.” Her mother said, and she nodded in agreement. “Take the opportunity to rest in a warm bed.”

“Exactly.” She agreed, smiling sweetly. He only seemed to avoid her gaze, the tips of his ears red. Something about that made her smile, and for the first time in a long time, she felt completely at-ease. “We have the extra room, and it’ll be livelier at breakfast with another.”

“I...I am very grateful. You’re too kind.”

He was adorable, his blue eyes warmer than anything she’d seen, and her fickle heart stirred for the smile he offered her. This only made her hopes fall lower as she led him to the spare room.

“Are you alright?�� He asked before shutting the door.

She blinked, forcing a smile. “I’m fine.”

His brows furrowed “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” No. Not at all. “But thank you for asking. Have a good night.”

“You too.”

With a bow she turned, retiring to her own room. With a heavy sigh she fell onto her bedding, her body suddenly feeling heavier than it ever had. A sinking feeling threatened to swallow her whole. How long had it been? Three months? Four? He would have come back by now if he was coming, right? If he hadn’t…

She turned onto her side, her eyes drifting to the box on her desk. Another week. She’d give him another week. That was all her heart could take. Then, she’d throw away the letters.

“Yukimura…” She found herself murmuring as her eyes drifted closed, finally letting her exhaustion pull her into sleep. “Please come back to me.”

She couldn’t breathe. Something was wrong. Why couldn’t she breathe?

“Sis!!” Yahiko’s voice was distant. Panicked.

Her eyes bolted open, and she soon found her lungs were on fire. Her brother was at her side, the room filling with smoke from the open door. Around them flames crackled, a threat to the destruction they were sure to bring.

“Go got mother.” She immediately said, leaping from her bed. “I’m right behind you.”

She didn’t have time to think before they were out in the hall. Flames licked at the walls, air thick with heat and smoke making her lungs burn and her eyes sting. She was able to see Yahiko and her mother stumble out of her room and run. The man in the red kimono was there, halfway down the hall, using his sleeve to shield himself from the smoke and urging her on.

“Come on!” He called, giving her an outstretched hand.

However, she froze, then doubled back to her room as fast as her feet could manage.

He caught her wrist. “What are you doing?!”

“The letters! I have to get the letters!” She exclaimed, struggling against his strong grasp.

“Letters?”

She missed the understanding dawning in his voice, freeing her wrist from him.

“Wait!”

She didn’t look back as she sprinted to her room, using her sleeve to protect herself from the smoke the best she could. She coughed, her vision going blurry from the growing heat and smoke and flames. Finally, she stumbled to her desk, grabbing the box and clutching it to her chest. It was hot in her hands, and the relief from having them left her dizzy. How could she ever think she would or even could get rid of them? What a fool she was.

She turned to finally escape, but her footing wavered, the splintering of wood ringing in her ears. Something in the hallway fell, sending more smoke and flames down in its wake. The last thing she remembered before her vision went black was the man in the red kimono barreling into her room, calling her name.

That was so odd. How did he know her name…?

“Sis!”

“MC!”

The distant voices on the edge of her subconscious made her stir. She coughed, her chest heaving with the fresh air. Her brother’s relieved face came into focus, and her mother all but fell to her knees with relief.

“You’re alright!”

She blinked. “Where…?”

There was a strong grip around her that only tightened. She was in the arms of someone. Someone strong and sturdy and safe. She looked up, met by the relieved, smoldering eyes of the man in the red kimono.

“I almost lost you.” He said, only adding to her confusion.

“What could have been so important that you went back into the fire?!” Her mother suddenly demanded.

“Ah!” The letters! MC had almost forgotten. The box was still clutched to her chest, and she hastened to open it, the bundle of letters in it jostled, but unharmed. The relief brought tears to her eyes. “They’re okay…”

Her mother sighed, the fight list from her. “I understand.”

“The fire’s out!” A voice called, cheering erupting from it.

A man, one who MC recognized as the regular with the eyepatch appeared. His eye looked apologetic, not quite able to meet their gazes. “There was no real damage to the restaurant, but the private rooms are in bad shape.”

“I see.” Her mother said, giving the man a deep bow. “Thank you so much for the help my lord. We’d be lost without your quick thinking.”

“It’s fine.” He said curtly, his gaze drifting to MC, then to the man in the red kimono. “I didn’t know you were there, Sanada.”

She gasped, her heart leaping to her throat. Sanada. Not…

“We’re lucky I was, Date.” His voice was steely, but then he faltered, as if the act of being civil with this man was difficult for him. “Thank you. I owe you one.”

Date only nodded. “It seems someone set it up because they heard you were staying there. We’re looking into it.”

“Thank you.”

“Sure.” His single-eyed gaze drifted to her, still in the arms of the man in the red kimono, before nodding to them and turning to leave.

“Sanada…” MC whispered to herself.

The man in the red kimono sighed. “This is my fault. I’ve caused you so much trouble…”

“Not at all.” Her mother said. “These things happen. The restaurant wasn’t harmed. That’s what matters.”

MC’s eyes darted to him, his jaw set and blue eyes so determined and full of regret. “Sanada…”

“Still.” He said. “Please allow the Sanada clan to look up for it. We’ll help rebuild what was—.”

Her hands were suddenly clutching his kimono for dear life, the box in her arms tumbling to the ground.

“Sanada Yukimura?!” His gaze met hers, eyebrows raised.

“Yes?” Tears stung her eyes, and he looked away, his ears going red once again. Still, his grip on her never faltered. If anything, it only held her tighter, clutching her to his chest as she’d clutched the precious letters to hers. “A-as I said. This is my fault so you and your family won’t have to worry about a thing…”

Her arms immediately went around his neck, clinging to him. He was real. He was real and he was here. “I was so worried!” MC exclaimed, leaving her mother and Yahiko to exchange confused looks. Yukimura had to take a step back from the force of her in order to keep them upright. “I hadn’t heard from you! You didn’t write or come for so long I thought...I thought…”

“A-ah…” Yukimura’s voice came out in a squeak, his face ablaze with a deep blush. He cleared his throat, moving to set her on her own two feet. When she was stable, he put his hands firmly on both of her shoulders as if telling her not to move. “I thought I told you I promised...did you not get that note?”

“I did.” She said, wiping the tears from her eyes and giving him a weak smile.

His hands moved from her, reaching into his singed sleeping robes and pulling out a bundle of parchment. From it, he produced her hairpin.

Their eyes met for a moment, his full of determined resolution before it faltered adorably and he had to look away again. “I-I promised I’d give this back to you. And...and there was something I wanted to a-ask.”

He looked nervous. Impossibly nervous. His hands trembled. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why. Who exactly did he think she was…?

“Yes?”

He seemed to feel at her voice, his gaze farting every which way. It was almost as if he was about to flee when her brother’s voice rang through.

“So you’re the one who's been sending love letters to my sister?”

It was MC who blushed now “Yahiko!”

“It seems so.” Her mother chimed in, the box in hand. “Had you any idea it was her you were writing to when you came here?”

“N-no.” Yukimura admitted, his gaze lowering. “I didn’t really have a plan for finding her once here…”

Her mother beamed. “Fate’s funny like that isn’t it?”

Someone from the crowd of people helping with the clean-up from the fire called for her, and she ushered Yahiko away with her, giving MC a meaningful look.

The two were alone now, and stood in silence for a long time before Yukimura finally spoke, her hairpin still clutched in his hand.

“You...weren’t the one I was originally supposed to write to.” He admitted.

“I know.” MC said. “I tried to tell Saizo that…”

“He met with the other woman originally. Before he came to your restaurant.”

“He did?”

Yukimura nodded. “He didn’t tell me he gave them to you until the battle. Apparently the other woman wasn’t...my type? And she eloped at any rate.”

Saizo’s words came flooding back to her. “You fit the description of who I’m to deliver them to perfectly.”

Did he mean that she looked like the noblewoman? Or that she was Yukimura’s type?

The thought made heat rise in her cheeks.

“My brother knew as well, but neither he nor my father were against our union.”

MC blinked at him, the notion that his family, prestigious samurai that they were, approved of him marrying a common girl like her making her chest flutter. “You talked to your father about the marriage?”

Yukimura turned back to her, his eyes just as ablaze as his cheeks. “I-I know this has been an odd...courtship, but if you’re alright with it, please come with me back to the Sanada.”

His words left no room for a misunderstanding like the one that had sent this whole chain of events in motion. His hands were trembling, just as they did when he wrote her letters. It dawned on her that it didn’t matter who he thought she was. He was just as nervous before her than he was miles away. Her eyes fell to the hairpin in his hand, guilt churning in her gut for a moment or ever doubting him before giving way to pure adoration. He brought it back to her. This earnest, straightforward, nervous, adorable man had come back to her. And oh how she adored him.

Without even meeting him, she’d fallen head over heels for him.

“I’d love to.” She said, and watched as all the tension in his body left him only to return again when her hand met his, coaxing him to let go of the hair pin and relax his white knuckles. “I’d love to, Lord Yukimura.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. His body was stock still. Motionless and looking at her as if she didn’t exist. She opened her mouth, not knowing what she was going to say exactly, but then she was in his arms, crushed against his chest as he embraced her. His lips were on hers in an instant, sheepish yet so hungry. MC’s heart sang. She lifted her own arms as she lost himself in the dance of their lips, about to pull him closer when he just as suddenly let her go.

“I’m sorry!” He said in a anic, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself. “I was just so happy to learn you felt the same that my body moved on its own.”

MC laughed, a playful sound that made Yukimura’s eyes widen. She took his hands in hers, guiding them to embrace her once again. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.”

“MC…” He tightened his embrace, bringing her close against his chest. She could feel the tension winding between them. A delicious thing that had him clearing his throat. “It’s uh...It’s nice to finally meet you.”

MC giggled, leaning forward to rest her head on his chest. “It’s nice to meet you as well, Lord Yukimura.”

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ALWAYS WANTING - SHINGEN TAKEDA X READER

Warnings : implications of sex, semi-nudity, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : spicy (just tension, no NSFW!)

Word count : 1.1K words

Additional notes : Got writer’s block in the middle of me aching for this man. And yes, I do have a thing for competent, flirty older men, sue me.

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An odd, persistent scraping sound, followed by some hacking and clinking, then repeated all over again was what woke them up from a pleasant and deep sleep. Though their limbs still felt like water, and they still basked in the gentle sort of soreness of a night of boundless pleasure only their husband could give them, their curiosity made them blink past the haze of slumber.

With a push, they dragged themself out of the futon, haphazardly reaching up to try and pat their hair down to look half-decent (though they supposed that the various blatantly obvious marks that they suspected littered their neck and chest were anything but inconspicuous). Lazily trudging out of their room, they walked into the gardens, where all the noise seemed to be coming from.

Within seconds, the sight in front of them had their breath hitching in their throat, and completely robbed them of their ability to speak. After all, it wasn’t every day that they woke up to the sight of Shingen’s back muscles flexing with every movement of his, droplets of sweat trickling down the sturdy planes of his back.

A quick glance downwards told them that he was busy sawing at a half-sanded piece of wood, amidst a whole lot of other odd bits and pieces that they couldn’t make sense of even if they tried. His woodmaking tools were neatly spread out around him, clearly organized in a manner familiar to him.

Though it was spring, the sun was quite hot out in the gardens, and so it made perfect sense for him to have slipped his muscular arms out of his sleeves, his obi a lot looser on his waist like that—perfect sense, though it left them with a dry throat, burning cheeks, and unabashedly wandering eyes. With ever movement he made to chip away at an edge or saw a piece in half, they remained fixated on the way every muscle rippled and relaxed almost artfully.

Truly, Shingen was a sight to behold at all times, but when his cinnamon hair was half-slicked against his damp forehead, and half mussed in a devastatingly-charming way, and his every movement spelled out the hard-earned strength of decades, and his large calloused hands handled his carpentry so deftly it made them envy it, he was far too dangerous a threat to their heart and sanity.

They feared that maybe their pounding heartbeat had grown too loud, because they’d barely moved another inch from where they’d been standing before he took notice of their presence and turned his head to face them. And then there was that smile that promised frenzied trysts and passionate nights, while pouring all of both his spoken and wordless adoration into them, and they could no longer think straight at all.

Shingen’s eyes, a soft ash of defiant rebirth and always of sensuality, visibly lit up at the sight of them standing behind him. “There you are, my love. Here I was, wondering if the Gods had blessed me with exceptionally good luck with this, when it simply was your presence.” Even though they rolled their eyes at his saccharine words, they couldn’t help the upwards quirk of their lips. “Come, sit beside me for a while.”

There was no need for him to say more, for they found their legs moving of their own accord and crossing their legs underneath them, watching him up close as he huffed and puffed while sanding the surface of the wooden slab he was currently working on to perfection.

They made sure not to touch anything or knock over any resting pieces surrounding him, so as not to accidentally mess up his preferred order of things, but still, they worried. “Am I not being a distraction?”

Pausing his ministrations, Shingen glanced back up at them, an unreadable look flitting through his eyes for a second as he seemed to instantaneously scan their entire being. They had no idea as to what he’d found, but there must’ve been something betraying their innermost, most carnal desires, because he made sure to give them his most winning smirk.

“While your presence certainly robs me of all rationality more often than not, I do believe I’m not the one currently distracted.” A flex of his abdominals as he leaned back to rest on his arms, and their teeth chewed at their bottom lip, their body reacting to the man that knew them, inside-out and all over every curve and crevice.

And when Shingen chuckled at the way their face spelled all their barely-contained yearning, it only resounded in their chest, where he’d long nestled deep inside their heart. Damn him, and damn his unbearably sensual gaze, and damn the way he’d now languidly lied back, like a tiger waiting for the signal to pounce on his prey and devour them whole.

For a few beats, they only breathed in the tension, thick and syrupy with all the emotions and words they both held back. But they’d never been one to sit still and wait, really.

“Well, I can see you’re quite immersed in this, but what would you say to an invitation back inside? And… as quickly as possible?”

“You present a tempting offer, and I find it hard to refuse one from a generous deity.” Voice smooth as silk and rich as gold, now lowered to a delicious purr that sent warmth pooling deep into their belly. “Especially when looked at with such a passionate gaze. It makes a man feel like the heavens have blessed him all over again.”

Before they’d even processed it, Shingen had leaned in dangerously close enough for his scent to be all over them—musk, sandalwood, earth, and just as tempting as every inch of him was. Their heart stuttered and their breath held, they could only give into his arm curling around their waist, as his teeth teasingly tugged at their ear.

Everything burned all at once; every place he touched ached for more of him—and more he seemed all too eager to offer, if the blazing heat in his eyes was anything to go by.

“Then take me,” they somehow managed to breath out, “Take me and show me how you’d worship me.”

And perhaps it was the way he’d scooped them into his arms like they’d weighed absolutely nothing to him, but as he began to carry them inside, they couldn’t help the gasp that escaped them, to which he chuckled in that alluring way of his, sending sparks of pleasure tingling down their very spine.

“I’d gladly do as my beloved desires.”

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SHINGEN TAKEDA MASTERLIST

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