#warlords mc

[writingwhimsey]

All's Fair In Love & War- Motonari

Chapter 4

After making hasty preparations, Jiro and I set out with the messenger from Azuchi along with a small contingent of my forces, leaving the bulk behind to protect our land. The messenger filled us in more along the way. Apparently, a long wandering Oda ally had returned with news of the attack after having been under cover for some time.

After days of hard riding, we managed to arrive the night before the attack was to be happening. The castle town was already being evacuated when we arrived. We were quickly led to the audience hall for war council. Everyone was gathered, including Masamune and Ieyasu who had also been summoned from their lands.

“Good to see you, lass.” Masamune greeted, a glint in his blue eye.

“It was good of you to come, Ava.” Nobunaga declared.

“Wait…she’s Lord Yamada?”

I turned at the sound of the unfamiliar voice to see a large man with flashy clothes and bright red hair. “Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?” I asked.

He just grinned at me. “Not at all. I was just surprised. Hope you’re as good in a fight as your reputation says.”

“I’m even better.” I replied as I moved to take my seat.

“Let’s get down to business.” Hideyoshi lightly scolded. “We have an impending attack.”

“So, what is going on?” I asked.

Nobunaga motioned to Keiji. “So, I’ve been in enemy territory for a while.” Keiji said, taking his cue. “When I was there, they were bringing in some kind of big foreign weapon. They were planning to attack. I don’t know all the details, but I know they’re coming and they’ll be attacking tomorrow.”

“We’ve evacuated the castle town to be sure our citizens are safe.” Hideyoshi spoke up. 

“While the rest of us stay here to defend the castle.” Masamune continued.

“We’ve determined that the attack will most likely come from here.” HIdeyoshi said, gesturing to a place on the map.

“I am the intended target as we can gather.” Nobunaga said, a smirk on his face.

I nodded. It made sense. I couldn’t help but to wonder if Motonari was somehow behind this attack. “Do we know exactly who is planning the attack?” I asked.

“I never got close enough to see the guy in charge.” Keiji answered, shaking his head. 

“We likely won’t find out until the attack.” Ieyasu grumbled. “When we capture the idiot brave enough to try us.”

I have a feeling I know who the idiot is…and sad to say he’s not much of an idiot. Chaos incarnate, but not an idiot. I thought, though I kept my thoughts to myself. I had long ago learned how to keep my thoughts and emotions from showing on my face.

“It matters not who our foe is right now. All that matters is that we will defeat them.” Nobunaga declared.

We continued discussing our plans for the attack and coming up with various strategies depending on what the attack was. It honestly seemed like it wasn’t that much later, even though it was the next night, we were all standing guard in front of Azuchi castle. We were all fully armored and our weapons at the ready. Torches and the moon lit up the night.

“Be ready. The attack will come any moment.” Nobunaga declared.

“I’m ready. Looking forward to fighting with you again, lass.” Masamune declared as he stood next to me.

“Just make sure not to get in my way.” I replied, giving him a wink.

“My lord, is this really a time to be joking around?” Jiro asked me as he stood at my other side.

“No need to be a wet blanket, Jiro.” I replied. “Besides you know I fight better when I’m relaxed.”

“You really do fit in with all of us, don’t you?” Keiji asked, grinning at me.

I shrugged. “You mean because we’re all equally crazy? Yeah.”

It was at that moment we all heard the sound of something whistling through the air. Then there was a crash and boom behind us. We all looked up to see the tenshu having been blown to bits. We all looked around, trying to determine where the sound came from.

“It came from that direction.” Nobunaga declared, pointing.

We all followed his line of vision and could see a trail of smoke illuminated in the night. It was coming from the woods beyond Azuchi. “That’s some distance.” Hideyoshi declared.

“We send scouts and by the time they get there, whoever fired will be gone.” Mitsuhide agreed.

“But they may leave some clues behind.” Hideyoshi said.

“Mitsuhide, Ava, I want you two to go and investigate.” Nobunaga ordered.

“Of course, my lord.” Mitsuhide agreed.

“On it.” I replied.

“Everyone else, be ready for another attack.” Nobunaga said.

I sheathed my sword as Mitsuhide carried his rifle and the two of us headed for the stables, hopping on horses and riding out to the forest. It didn’t take too long to reach our destination, but as predicted… “No one remains.” I said as I hopped down and tied up my horse.

“No, but we should find something.” Mitsuhide said, hopping down as well and beginning to examine our surroundings.

We both carried lanterns to look around. We could see footprints. “It looks like there was a small group.” I said, judging by the number of footprints.

“And they were hauling something VERY heavy around.” Mitsuhide said, pointing to some tracks in the ground that were from a wagon.

“At least they left us something to follow.” I replied.

“Yes, it was nice of them.” Mitsuhide agreed.

We both went to hop back up onto our horses to follow the trail and that was when I noticed two other sets of footprints going in a different direction from the tracks. “It looks like the party split up.” I said to Mitsuhide.

He turned to see the same tracks I was looking at. “Indeed they did. I bet those would be the masterminds behind the attack.”

I nodded my agreement. “Shall we split up?” I asked.

“Yes, let’s.” Mitsuhide agreed.

Mitsuhide took the trail after the weapon and me following the trail that I imagined would lead to Motonari and whoever else he was working with. I was surprised and not surprised when the trail met back up with whoever Mitsuhide had followed…we ended up in a port city.

“I’m willing to bet whoever it was went on a ship.” Mitsuhide said, once we met back up.

I nodded. “Most likely.”

We discussed further plans and split up, trying to find anyone who had seen anything and records of who was docked at the port. I was walking through the port on high alert, when I felt a tug on my sleeve. I was turning, ready to punch whoever, when I looked down to see a small child tugging on my sleeve.

“What…”

“Sho is looking for you. Said to have you follow me.” The little girl was then taking my hand and tugging.

After a moment of hesitation I followed her, though I kept my guard up. I followed the girl into a side alley and soon saw a shadowy figure in the moonlight…I knew exactly what was up when I saw the flash of silver hair.

“Heh, good work, kid.” Motonari said to the girl, tossing a small pouch to her.

The little girl nodded and ran off. I glared at him. “I take it you’re behind everything that happened tonight.” I stated.

Motonari grinned at me. “Not solely but yeah.” He replied. “How’d it look up close?”

“A big hole in the castle, big whoop.” I replied. “I’ve seen worse…hell I’ve done worse.”

Motonari chuckled. “I’m you’ll be thinkin’ different come mornin’ light.” He said. 

“What do you want?” I asked, my hand still resting on the hilt of my sword.

“Just ta let ya know how ta find me.” Motonari replied. “I’ll be stayin’ nearby fer a while. Need ya to report to me every day.”

“Even if I have nothing?”

“Oh, there’s always somethin’ m’lady. You should know that better than anybody.” He was then leaning forward.

Instinctively, I leaned back. Then a gasp escaped my lips as I felt something sliding between my breasts. Was Motonari really touching me?! And there?! And why was a pleasant shiver running down my spine at that thought?! I shook that thought from my head as I looked down to see he had stuck a folded piece of paper in my cleavage. “You…”

Motonari grinned. “It’s a map. Memorize it and burn it. Shows ya where ya can meet me, pequena princesa.”

I instantly pulled out my sword and pointed it at his throat. “You ever do something like that again and I’m cutting your throat out.”

Motonari just grinned at me. “Ya say that, but I’m pretty sure ya liked it. Been a while fer ya, ain’t it? Maybe on one o’ yer visits ta me, I can remind ya what it feels like.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I’m offerin’.” Motonari replied, still grinning.

“Please, like you could keep up with me,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I kept my sword pointed at his throat as I moved the letter, tucking it into the folds of my clothes. “I’d better be getting back. I swear, I will finish you.”

“Oh, please do, girlie.” Motonari replied.

I rolled my eyes. Yeah I walked into that one. “I hate you.” I said before sheathing my sword and turning to walk away.

“Whatever ya say, m’lady.” Motonari called after me and I could still see his grin in my mind’s eye.

Ugh that…oh how I hated him.

Motonari…

Motonari watched Ava walk away, a smirk on his face. He had to admit he loved getting under her skin. He could still feel the echo of the cold steel tip of her sword at his throat. “Hehe, glad ta see she don’t change.” He murmured. 

Of course, he would be lying if he were to say he didn’t enjoy her reaction. “She practically jumped outta her skin when she thought I’d touched ‘er.” He continued to speak to himself as he melted into the shadows. “Hate’s a strong word when she reacts like that.” He muttered thinking back to the way she had shivered. 

“Maybe I will find a way to have some more fun with her, least before I cut her loose.” He continued to muse as he slunk through the streets, making his way to his hideout. “Least I know I got new ways ta mess with her.”

[fighting-and-drawing]

IkeSen MC design for @writingwhimsey 's OC, Ava. Can't wait for more future updates to their fic, All's Fair in Love and War.

[thethirdvoerman]

creating a silly little fantasy isekai idea for myself but it just spirals out of control and now it's an entire dating sim in my head. with hot demons.

[vulturevanity]

I got recommended a video on a channel about 2b2t and after about one hour binging this guy's content I have come to the conclusion that Orc culture is like that I think

[technicolorxsn]

okay I'm starting to think this dude just has a thing for scary dangerous women, good for him

[dokyeomification]

i complain a lot about otome mcs leaving their entire lives behind for some random man, but let's be real. if a hot vampire/warlord/criminal/etc. confessed his love to me and whisked me away to a time and place where i don't have to work 9-5 and have my soul crushed by capitalism every day? you would NEVER hear from me again

[astracora]

Turning Point - Part 8 (Final)

Characters: Poly!LADs x gn!mc

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Injuries, Angst, Loss of Arm, Lots of emotional struggle with disability. Sylus myth mentions.

Word Count: 5610

Written: 17th January 2025

Notes: Pre-relationship with gn!MC with all LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in. Unnamed MC, but using my personal MC's basic appearance and adjusted backstory. I take some liberties with what the game offers me. This was rough... Truly romance is hell for me to write (don't ask why an otome game is the only game I write fic for, it's a mystery). I hope you enjoy, final chapter of Turning Point. Thank you for reading ❤️

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Sylus has spent a lot of his life alone.

It's an indisputable fact of who he has been, and who he continues to be.

A monster, a warlord and a criminal.

There was one fragment of time when he was surrounded by those that loved him, and then they were taken from him.

The dreams of cutting through thick scales, of tearing parts of himself off, throwing them across the cave floor, shivering in the corner. He begs and pleads with gods that don't listen, to fix him. To make him better. To make him worthy.

Good.

Instead he is punished, and reminded of why he is a beast. A failure. A creature to despise.

His hands useless when faced with the blood splattered members of his family. The once warm home turned to a desolate cave, full of nothing but remains.

Home is deeply embedded in a soul, the parts of himself that he wishes he could erase, will never leave him. He is a beast that has little value, outside of what he can provide. Be it a scapegoat, or sating greed.

Throughout his life, he has abandoned being seen as anything other than a monster. That even you, with eyes full of hatred and hurt, had seen him that way. Fury curling your lip, and snarl in your throat. Lunging for him with the knife in your hand.

He has been alone for such a long time, he has forgotten how to be around others. Luke and Kieran are the sole exception. They are unbothered by his harsh tone, finding him more amusing than terrifying. It should not surprise him that EVER are as capable of breaking a mind, as the Justiciers were. They may as well be cut from the same disgusting cloth. He sometimes wonders if they are.

So when he snarks, or bites, or teases, they respond with laughter and response. He has adapted to their countenance. Understands that they will mirror what he offers back.

You… sometimes you respond in kind, biting and scratching, little crooked smile on your face and a twinkle in your eye. Other times, you ache. Look at him like his words have cut somewhere he can't reach to heal. That is when he eases, remembers a field of flowers and the ways he wanted to be before the world decided to destroy dream and hope.

He thinks he is learning to be around you, how to hold you without hurting, and how to soothe your heart with his words and actions. How to be who he wants to be… a fragment of the man left over from the moment he truly thought you could be together after you shared your souls.

With poetry and music, he has carved out a place as himself, so that he can share it with you. In a world where he gets more time, and more space, to share and offer what he is to you. Regardless of what the world says about him, he has only ever cared what you say about him.

He is learning to believe the words you offer him, as who he truly is.

You may not remember, but he always will.

He is, however, still adjusting to the others. He has no basis for adjusting to others, it has been too long since he was in a home that was warm. He has approached them similarly to Luke and Kieran, and while their responses rumble his chest. Fill him with amusement at the discovery of something new, he is aware that they are not as unbothered.

The doctor will ignore him if he teases, until his buttons are pressed enough that he will get a furrow between his brow and speak to Sylus in a voice that is deep and close to a growl. He finds the push entertaining, because breaking people who are so upstanding is a sick satisfaction of sorts.

There are, however, moments when he returns with a wound, and the doctor tends to it. Your hands aren't as steady yet to handle a needle and thread when his EVOL cannot help repair him. The shackles around his power too sturdy, too hindering, and he cannot keep pulling your resonance to him until you feel stronger. Wary of pushing you too far, or making you feel as though that is all he wants. As the doctor watches over him, carefully mending his skin, he wonders at the concern in the man's eyes. Teases him for it.

To worry for a criminal. Not many would.

It receives a huff and eyeroll, and a slight pressure in his wound as the needle pushes through skin, "What you are doesn't matter, who you are does."

Sylus finds himself thinking about it, he knows the doctor is a moral man. His files affirmed that much, observations to understand your life. To blend in better… to be part of it.

It still feels odd for the doctor to help tend to his wounds. Like he doesn't deserve it.

He finds the fish the most fun to tease, to argue with, no fire in his words as the fish gets more agitated with him. He reminds him of you, feline-like and prone to swishing his tail and baring fangs. You are jovial with yours ever since he has gained access to your life with affection. The fish it depends, on his mood, on his health, on the day of the week. Some days he enjoys the clash, Sylus notes, finding the chance to bite and growl fun, other days it is accompanied by genuine frustration. Evening out as the months have gone on, settling down to be less angry.

The more they argue, the more Sylus sees the entertainment in his eyes, even though the fish denies it. There are times when he sees the man painting, stepping over to watch the paint to canvas. Sometimes the fish will ask if he's looking for anything in particular.

"I'm trying to understand." He answers honestly sometimes.

He would be ashamed at the widening of the fish's eyes, but then he shrugs, and speaks as he paints, "Everyone sees something different in my work, some see nothing at all. I see something that others may not. Doesn't matter what you see, as long as it's what you see." 

So Sylus stands, and watches him paint, and thinks. The fish makes no other comments, but moves to the side a little, so that he can see better. So he can study easier. Sylus thinks he sees the sunrise over daturas, another day coming, this one with more hope than the last.

He later goes to buy one of the fish's paintings. To think about more.

The prince is more complicated, he is quiet and he sleeps often. Sylus is unsure if he's sick, or simply prefers the land of dreams to reality. If he had been asked many years ago, he would have agreed. Dreams had been the only time he had kissed you, afterall.

He teases the prince, but receives little in response, except for the occasional cold look. The moments he understands the man most are when Xavier is helping you. He notes the way he lights up, and takes account of the differences. It is in small actions, often that you may not notice, but Sylus does.

He, along with the doctor, ensure Xavier's pillow is clean, that he has food when he returns from missions, that he isn't eating junk food every day.

That when he returns, there is something warmer waiting for him.

Sylus thinks if it were him, that is what he would want, after long days working.

This process, of understanding, of learning, unsettles him to begin with. That he is changing, not just for you, but for others. He enjoys feeding you and your heart, and he begins to look forward to reactions to his food from the others. It is a strange feeling to sit down at a table with others, to share food.

It is… pleasant. The voice that sounds like yours speaks in his mind. Like your busy soul in his chest. Singing and dancing everytime he teases the fish, or chuckles at the doctor's dry wit, or realigns the blanket on the prince's shoulder.

He enjoys his days more, the more you grow and become yourself. No longer as restricted into yourself. No longer aching as dearly. He sees when the days are harder, but you are brighter. He knows that being able to hunt again, likely buoyed you beyond anything else. Still, he is relieved to have a hand in helping you climb the cliff out of the abyss.

Sylus was honest, when he told the others that he had no intention of leaving. That no matter what your heart spoke to you, his path would always lead him to you. That he would keep hold of your hand as long as you wanted it. No matter what form it took. That he was not simply there for your heart but every part of you, that no matter the snapping fangs of fate, you are his destiny.

He has spent too long without you, he is not about to lose you now that he has you again.

While he has long known himself to be greedy, craving your presence, what contact he can receive, every laugh from your lips, every look in your eyes that tells him more than your mouth has managed to… He has found himself craving more.

The warmth around a table he has never known.

The return to a home that is not empty, or full of skeletons.

A place that does not tell him he is a monster.

Perhaps it is the blood on the fish's hands, and the blood on the prince's, that he knows he is not a beast to them.

It is the lack of judgement in the doctor's eyes, that he still matters despite what he has been created to be, forced into being.

Every choice he has made, every path he has taken, he has never expected to find those who do not look at him and see what he is told he is.

You bring change to his life, no matter the time. Opening up worlds he cannot hope to understand in just a moment. He needs many moments, all of them. So he is greedy, he does desire, and he knows those feelings will never fade away from his soul. That hungers and needs and demands.

Seeking the warmth of this space for as long as he can, not leaving its embrace without good cause, just like he does not leave yours easily, when it is offered to him.

Sylus can only hope you will see his heart as well, and accept it once more.

He is, however, struggling with the fact that his kitten has decided to become jumpy once more. Skittering out of his grasp, fleeing at the first moment.

The recent weeks you had sat in thought, mumbling to yourself, keeping them at arm's length. He has seen you leave with Tara and Simone, and he has waited for you to come to him.

To explain the startled look that you give when he sneaks up on you. To finally stop running away from him.

He believes that he is growing accustomed to you, that he knows now when you run from him to hide in an alley, to lick wounds that you're too scared to show, when he would happily dress them for you. To when you are simply thinking, and processing, and trying to find the space to work out how to approach.

He did not lie when he said he did not wish to pry, despite his impatience, and his need to know everything there is to know about you. He does not want to pull it out with his EVOL or against your will. You will speak to him when you are ready.

Sylus does find the skittish nature somewhat adorable, but the fact that he has not been able to hold you, touch you for any long period of time, or share a bed with you as you slept and he watched over, is bothersome. He misses watching you lower your guard, and he does not want to go back to when you daren't even touch him casually with a tease.

So he uses the morning to try to… corner you. He will not pry into your mind, but he will seek out the touch of your hand. Place it against his chest, and let you feel your joined hearts beat a song against his ribcage.

Instead, however, as he approaches you before you leave, intending to go out with Tara, yet again, he is called by the twins. Demanding his time, a report that cannot wait. Time he cannot waste, because he needs to see to Onychinus.

As much as he wishes to tell them to handle it, he has not heard them sound so frantic and serious in a long time. While he has little desire to leave, he is not willing to abandon them or his organisation, when he needs both.

Sylus catches your hand before you pull away, tugging you into his arms and crowding you against the door.

"Sy?" Your voice shakes, soft against his ears, as beautiful as always.

He leans down, long fingers tilting your face up so that he can look at you. Mismatched eyes wide, and trembling with something. Something he wants, something he yearns for, something he desires desperately. Waiting for the moment you speak it into existence.

"Have a good day, kitten. Miss me." His lips brush against your temple, and he inhales against your hair, before leaving you.

Not before he feels the twitch to your fingers, and the tightening of your grip…

And the soft, pleased exhale against his skin.

—-----------

You have spent two hours setting up. Two hours spent scurrying around, cooking, decorating, arranging.

Tara has run in to grab supplies for you as well, eager and excited. You're sure it's so she can hear every single detail when you're done, but you're thankful. You can leave the house alone, but it is always to meet someone. Being alone in a supermarket fills you with dread, least of all because of your arm.

She doesn't question, and she helps. When she finishes lining the things up you forgot, she offers further help which you reject.

You have to do this, you have to make this worth it. They have raised you up off the ground, caught you when you slipped. You have to return it.

You know they would not ask, would not want you to see it as something to return, but you have to make them see.

When you have struggled, or been tired, or worn down, they have offered food, or gifts, or presence. If that is how they show you that they care, you will return it.

You can only hope you return it in the way you hope.

There are some half deflated balloons that you failed to breathe enough air into, your lungs aching before you could even get through one. You are not as dextrous with your metal hand, so when you cut ingredients they are uneven. You fight to swallow the irritation and the pain in your chest. Even though the need to cry burns at them at things you cannot quite get right.

That it has to be perfect. You have to be perfect. Even if you never were, and even if you never can be. At least for this, you want to be…

There's a voice in your head, cold as the chain around your ankle, that reminds you you're incapable of perfection. That you are going to mess this up, and hurt yourself and others.

The knife trembles in your grip as your limb shakes.

It is a squawk that shakes you out of it, Mephisto flies over in a flurry of feathers and glowing red. To settle on your metal shoulder, talons steadying him. He has gotten familiar with perching there over time, since you stopped flinching at anyone touching your prosthetic.

It has become his favoured perch.

His feathers settle, and he bumps your cheek with his head, keeps red eyes on you as your hand settles.

He does not move, as you resume cutting, as you breathe through the feeling, edges closer to the heat of your neck with his body overtime. You think if a robot bird can sleep, he would do so settled there.

His presence helps, he reminds you of Sylus, but he also reminds you that you're not alone. That even the robot bird that Sylus denies is his pet, cares to see you keep going. It silences the beast at your ankle enough that you keep going.

You prepare meals that Caleb taught you how to cook, when he worried you wouldn't be able to survive alone during your studies, even though he never left you alone long enough to really go that long without food. Turning up at the apartment you shared with friends when he got chance, to hand you over a tupperware of food. To poke around the place and make sure you were alright. To lie on your bed and listen to you tell him about what you had been doing.

Even if you lied. That things were fine, that you were doing well. You knew he saw the truth, but you think he just liked the moment to listen to you talk. To see you in front of him. Alive.

You think you understand better now, how he felt. It always hurts to remember that it took losing him to realise.

Tara's words about regrets flit in and out of your mind. That there would be things you wished you'd done if you died tomorrow. As you cook, and you think about the last hour you have before the people you care about return, you know there's a few.

You're going to make an effort to tick them off.

—-----

He has been listening to the twins talk for two hours, and he cannot help but feel like this meeting should have been a call. Or a message.

The twins aren't stupid, despite their chaotic inclinations and their need to cause trouble wherever they can, they don't often bother him without need. Not concerning work. He trusts their capabilities for a reason. Despite their curiosity over if someone will ever claim his head.

He has been tempted to tell them that you are the one, but has decided when the day comes for you to cut his shackles, he would rather see the looks on the twins' faces.

No warning. He imagines it would be quite a sight. He hopes they're not wearing their masks when it happens.

Still, as he reads through his messages, he thinks he knows why they dragged him out here.

So he looks at them, watches as they chat. Luke waves his hands as he speaks, and there is something he notes. The two are trying to feed off each other's energy. Getting more animated as they go.

They are running out of fodder.

"You two-" They jump as his voice drops, looking at him through their crow masks, "are you going to explain why Kitten sent you to summon me away?"

"We don't work for the Hunter!"

"We work for you, boss."

"That's not an answer to my question."

"Why would we follow their orders-"

"-when we don't work for them?"

He says nothing, watches them, watches the way their shoulders pull in, and they gravitate towards each other. As if being closer will defend them from the glowing red eye in Sylus' head.

Before he even gets time to pry, they deflate. "Aww man, we didn't even manage three hours like they asked."

"We got close though bro. Two hours and twenty minutes with the boss, that's good going."

"Is it enough?"

"You two!" He raises a brow, and watches as they look at each other, then back at him.

"We were told to keep you away for three hours, so they could do something at home."

"Don't tell them we told you, they'll be disappointed…"

He's joked before that you have the two acting like your henchmen, and he's starting to realise it is not simply a joke. He shouldn't be surprised, he supposes. You have full control over Onychinus, every password, the location of every base, access to all of his weapons.

Full dominion over him.

Of course you've won over the twins.

"They won't be disappointed." Sylus sighs, "I'll stay for the last fourty minutes." It's a small concession, time wasted in favour of not ruining whatever you are doing. He could check with Mephisto but there is some warning in his chest. Over the heart he has shared with you, that asks him to wait.

That the waiting is worth it.

So he will wait for the three requested hours, and not a second longer.

It is a long wait, however, so while the twins chatter to him, they have abandoned mission reports and are now sharing information on games they want to play, or places they've been, he messages the other three.

The minutes go slower than expected, but finally he watches it pass, and stands.

"Have fun boss!"

"Good luck!"

He doesn't question them, he's almost curious what you told them to gain their help, but he thinks if it was any plan to be mischievous with him, they'd accept without any reason.

There is a kind of satisfaction in knowing he has the twisted loyalty of the two, they certainly don't work in any way his enemies would understand.

He also doesn't hate the fact they bring a smile to your face, or you to theirs.

When he finally returns to the apartment, he sees the other three sat outside, staring at the door. "You all look like loiterers. You're going to get reported. How will the good doctor cope with a criminal record?"

"How does one suit you?"

"Always a story to tell at parties."

The prince's head is resting on the fish's shoulder, he blinks a little, "You're late." Before he stretches and stands.

"Yeah crow, we've been waiting."

"Rafayel almost walked a hole into the floor going around in circles." Xavier adds.

"You almost broke the door down."

"Impatient." He yawns, shrugging as if it's not a problem. "Sylus can replace the door again, it's fine."

"Have you forgotten your fingerprints are registered?" Sylus asks, raising a brow.

"Quicker to break through the door."

He watches as the doctor rubs at the bridge of his nose, sighing so deeply he's surprised he doesn't fall under the weight of it, "You two act like such children sometimes."

"Not gonna share the macarons I bought with you then."

The doctor frowns, the furrow of his brow deepening, turning his face so he can hide some of the blush on his cheeks, "I'm alright with that."

"They're strawberry."

"I apologise."

"Too easy doctor."

"Can we go in now?" Rafayel stands, barely holding himself back from beginning to bounce on the heels of his feet.

"Alright fish."

Sylus watches as Rafayel opens the door. When it swings open, and they enter, the first thing he notices is bunting.

Hung from the ceiling, along the walls, in purples and blues. There are large red ribbons tied around chairs. Balloons half inflated on the floor in pink and green. A banner along the length of the dining table that has 'Thank you' drawn onto it in messy block letters, yellow stars decorated around it.

All four of them pause. The smell of fresh food, plates and bowls piled high on the table. And gift wrapped boxes, messily wrapped with some torn paper, next to each of their seats.

You are standing in the kitchen, stirring a pot to music, bouncing a little on the spot. Singing along with Mephisto whose squawks leave a lot to be desired in the music department.

He is sure that in this they are unified. Watching as you sing, and move, and twirl to grab something from the side. The feeling in his chest is molten and bright and warm, and if he ever loses it he knows he will have truly died.

"Kitten." Escapes him on an exhale as you smile that familiar crooked smile to yourself.

Your spatula clatters to the floor as you twirl to face him, and see all four of them. "Oh, I lost track of time, shit." You squat to clean up the mess in a panic, receiving a disgruntled cry from Mephisto as he flies off his favoured perch over to sit on the top of a dining chair.

"What is all of this?" The doctor asks, as Xavier rushes over to help you clean up.

You hesitate where you stand, toying with your fingers, before pointing over at the table, "I wanted to thank you."

"You don't have to thank us, cutie. Is this why you've been so jumpy?"

You close your eyes and he watches as you take in a long inhale, steadying yourself, and shivering a little, before you open them again. Flames burning in the depths of them, "No. I wanted to tell you something."

He wants to make a joke that you look like you're about to go to war, as you walk past them and indicate the table, to where there are gifts on the table, each with an initial scrawled on the paper. Yet there's a feeling like if he jokes, he's going to shatter something, and he hesitates before pushing it down, to follow as you lead.

He finds the one with an S, and lifts it up, it's a cube wrapped in black and red paper, with a small golden ribbon. He can tell you've torn the paper, struggling with the hand you still can't control for intricate work. You have given him one gift before, the handmade crow phone charm, one he knows matches the charms for the others. It's crooked and it's not perfect, but you made it. For him.

He has shot a man for almost breaking it during a fight.

His chest feels too hot, as a dragon he isn't sure he's ever felt such a thing before. He thinks if he had really kissed you that day so long ago, before it had all shattered, it would feel like this. It makes him feel sick, but he wants it to last forever.

"They're nothing big, it's. I wanted- You needed-" You sit then, slumping and covering your face to force their air in and out of your lungs, "Sorry. Please open them."

The paper comes away easy, and nestled inside with tissue paper is a red mug with a crow that looks suspiciously like that plushie you'd had him catch, and a key inside, with a series of charms. A crow, a star, a snowflake and a fish. He hesitates as he stares at it, hand careful. Like he could crush it easily if he tenses too hard.

Like it will shatter if he moves just a little.

Disappear if he blinks.

"Rafayel was right, when he told me that the password to your place can change easily, your key can't." You're looking down as you speak, and he can see you out of the corner of his eye, though he doesn't want to look away from his gift, "Well I could change the locks, I guess, but it's- That's not the point."

There's a wince before you tighten your hands into fists in front of you, the air is still and they watch. He can feel something and he's not sure what it is.

"You all made sure I could stand back up again, you were here for me when I needed you and wanted you. I wanted- needed you to know that I'll always want you here. That when you go back home, you're welcome anytime, that I-" Your voice keeps trembling, and pausing, and he wants to reach out, to hold you, to take your face in his hands, to cry with you he thinks, "I love you all so much. I needed you to know, before you went. Before this was over, and I had to say bye to this life."

"Cutie, do-"

"I love you. The- ah- the kind with- shit. I should have written this down."

He finally releases the keychain, approaches you as your hand trembles, eases his thumb over your skin, and watches as Xavier hooks his chin over your shoulder. Zayne and Rafayel crouch down to look up at you, a hand pressed to your knees. The contact eases the strain out of your body, but you must feel the small tremor in his, because you tighten your grip on him.

When you speak, you have found your ground, "I never settled down long enough to think about it, what you all are. I knew you were important, precious, but I didn't have a name for it, or wanted to think about it. I was sure if I didn't think about it, if I lost you it wouldn't hurt as much. If something happened to me, you'd be alright." He watches hands tighten against your skin, because he knows his own does, losing you is not an option, "I was wrong. Even though so many days have hurt, or felt like agony, you were home for me. Safe. You feel like love should feel. When I think about where I want to be, it's anywhere you are."

Your hand shakes as you reach out, to ease over Zayne's cheek with your fingers with your metal fingers. Flinching when he gasps at it, when he leans into your hand, taking it in his to press it further against his skin. "I don't know where to go from here, or what you all want. I know I'm asking a lot, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. I needed you to know, before you left, when I was ready. I don't want to keep looking back, I want to move forwards."

There is a shudder in your frame as you swallow, you take the time to look at them all, even though the angle Xavier at pulls at your neck, and Sylus feels that feeling he got when he used to fly, when you hold his gaze. Freedom, falling, soaring. Able to go anywhere, and do anything. When he held you and soared when you could not sleep, while he can't do that now, he can always take you on the back of his bike. Every sleepless night.

Forever.

"I love you."

It is measured, it is careful, and it is spoken on a tremble. Unused to vulnerability, wilfully shown. A wound on display, not hidden and kept under covers. No longer smothered under the bloody blanket, no longer trembling in the darkness.

He watches you look at him, tears streaming down your face with the weight of feelings he knows you struggle to process, and he was right.

You truly are beautiful when you cry and let him see.

"We're not going anywhere, darling." Zayne whispers against your hand, as he kisses against your palm. Cool lips against cool metal. You close your eyes at the feeling, shiver down your spine.

"You're home, starlight." Xavier nods, brushing lips against your cheek.

"Of course we love you cutie, forever, and always."

Sylus watches as Rafayel kisses your knee and squeezes your leg, watches more tears spill from your eyes, in what he knows is relief. Turns your hand so he can press his lips to your wrist, to your palm, to your fingertips, and sighs against your skin, "Thank you for telling us, beloved."

Thank you for loving him again. For embracing him once more.

For seeing him as more than a monster. For seeing a future that he has a part in.

For walking the path with him once more.

For accepting him as your home.

Later when Sylus has had his moment of breathing in the scent of you. Eased against the junction of your neck, hand tracing shapes into your hip. Whispering affection and murmurs of beloved against your skin.

When they have eaten, when mugs have been placed in the cupboard of your apartment, waiting for when they are needed. When he has stared at the key you have given him willingly. Offering him entrance whenever he wishes, trusting him in your territory. That he watches you sleep against the doctor's chest. Relieved and exhausted.

He knows there is more to do, conversations to have, things to fix, to arrange, but he feels like he is finally back at the starting line, prepared for the race ahead.

As he places your prosthetic back on its stand, and pulls a blanket over the prince who has rested his head in your lap, and cleans up some of the mess, so that the fish can paint the image in front of him, he leans down to place a kiss to your head.

Sylus thinks back to the empty cave, the blood splatter and the bones of the past. He thinks about loneliness and eternal exhaustion, of a search for something he worried he may never grasp again.

He is a boy again, standing in the cave, surrounded by family and loved ones, and this time, he has the power to protect it.

[barbwritesstuff]

There are a couple of questions that might be up to interpretation, but I wanted to ask if you had a personal canon/headcanon about:

If Marcel isn't a close enough ally to go underground with you, he's dead by the time we're released. Did Gaius kill him, or Nathan, or something/someone else?

How much older is Gaius than Lucius? Decades, centuries, millennia?

What did Gaius take from the other lords, and why? (Like Marcel, if he killed him, or why destroy Hemmings' face?)

Not knowing doesn't impact my enjoyment of the story, but I'm curious if those lean more toward, "there is an answer and I know it; it's just not really necessary for MC to know that, so it doesn't come up" or "it's up to interpretation, but my theory/instinct would be..." 🙂↕️

Gaius is the one destroying the lords of the Night Court. If Marcel isn't in prison with you, he'll be destroyed by the king.

Gaius is a lot older than Lucius. Gaius adopts new identities every few thousand years... and when he picked out Lucius to be his brother, he adopted the persona of a Roman noble. Before that, he was a warlord. Before that, he was someone else. He's been doing this for longer than even he knows.

Gaius takes bits from the lords who offend him. He's most offended by submission, so if perceives a gesture to be submissive, he'll take a body part associated with that offence. Eg, Sister Agatha spoke in Latin to try and appeal to him, so he took her tongue. Lord Wu held his hands behind his back, so Gaius ripped them off at the wrist. Ravima wouldn't look him in the eye, so Gaius took their eyes.

But Gaius is gross and likes trophies, so sometimes there isn't a good reason for the body parts he takes. Sometimes he chooses them flippantly. Sometimes, he just likes the look of something... like MC's jawbone.

[tales-of-wocdes]

MC who convinced their a evil warlord that will rule the world in future and make everyone bow but so far most if not all their evil acts are limit to things like stealing candy and staying up past their bedtime

You have done it! Soon the world will tremble at your might, the masses bowing before you!

This victory is but the start. Or so you think as you lick the dusted sugar from your lips and rub your stomach happily. Those pastries were really tasty! Maybe you should have a few more. Maybe you could be really evil, and take some back to your room! That is a devious idea.

You look around the kitchen. It is past bedtime, yet here you are again. In the kitchens, where you are not supposed to be! Your evil genius is unmatched, even Lexia or Havard can't stop you from staying up after bedtime now.... most of the time. Ok, some of the time. Sometimes you get sleepy after being tucked in, and sometimes Lexia stops you from sneaking out. But sometimes you escape to do evil!

You jump down from the table you had been sitting on, because overlords need to sit up on high. Like on tables. You really need to get a proper throne.

You look around for more tasty things to eat. You might need a tray or bag to bring some back to your room.... One day, when you rule the world you won't have to sneak about to have as many tasty things as you want! The thought makes you want to laugh with glee. Evil glee.

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Lexia stood hidden from MC's view as they found more pastries to devour. Such a cute kid, stuffing their face.

If stealing some snacks and sneaking out from their room after bedtime was all the "evil" MC got up to, Lexia considered it a blessing. Considering everything, this was more than acceptable. Even Havard agreed.

It could be a lot worse.

[writingwhimsey]

All's Fair In Love & War Nobunaga- Masterlist

Masterlist of the chapters for my warlord oc/mc fanfic for Nobunaga's "route" I'll also include the links to the prologue which comes in three parts.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Epilogue

You can read the prologue here

[sh0jun]

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

How would they react to that 🤔

OMG HI

XD yes they definitely do need therapy qwq

Telling the warlords they NEED to see a therapist

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

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

• Oda Forces

→ Nobunaga Oda

• oh? Interesting.

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

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

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

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

→ Hideyoshi Toyotomi

• ends up helping the therapist

• that's it

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

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

• Therapist tries to tell him to value himself more

• the therapist almost gets punched

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

→ Mitsuhide Akechi

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

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

• this goes on for a WHILE a long long while

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

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

→ Masamune Date

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

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

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

• will invite the therapist over to lunch

→ Ieyasu Tokugawa

• doesn't want to go.

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

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

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

• would leave midway through the session

→ Mitsunari Ishida

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

• he will try his best to help out this angel

→ Keiji Maeda

• no.

• refuses to go.

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

→ Ranmaru Mori

• also ends up crying and confessing

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

• Uesugi Takeda Forces

→ Kenshin Uesugi

• he was already upset because his weapon got confiscated.

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

• where did the knife come from? No idea.

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

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

→ Shingen Takeda

• flirts with the Therapist

• either charms the therapist or gets kicked out

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

→ Yoshimoto Imagawa

• therapist tries his best to keep up with Yoshimoto

• but over time he gets lost

• he will also probably get kicked out

→ Kanetsugu Naoe

• another one who has a hidden knife

• actually talks pretty formally with the therapist

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

• surprisingly enough Kanetsugu cooperates

• success!

→ Yukimura Sanada

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

• maybe he does but not as much as the others

→ Sasuke Sarutobi

• I don't think he needs therapy

• he does but not many sessions

• very cooperative

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

• Lone Forces

→ Kicho

• doesn't want to go

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

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

→ Motonari Mouri

• he just dissapears

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

→ Kennyo

• reluctantly agrees

• reluctantly cooperates

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

Thankyou for reading!

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

Taglist:

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

[ikeromantic]

Hi hi! I'm here to make my request :3

Btw happy new year!

Can I ask for some Mitsuhide angst?

I love him but angst with him Is so so good qwq

So um my OC Hekima is really skilled at swordsmanship and other skills (she looks just like the canon MC just slightly darker brown hair and eyes)

Can i have a scenario where these two go out on a mission but something goes wrong and they both end up fighting the enemy where Hekima ends up getting severely injured? (No death please! I don't wanna inflict more pain on Mitsuhide than he already goes through qwq)

Thankyou so much!

Mmmm some angst and fluff for our favorite kitsune warlord ^_^ Approx 1600 words!

An alarm bell clanged from the watchtower. Guards and castle staff called out to each other as they poured from the barracks and sleeping quarters to investigate. Mitsuhide cursed silently. Despite his well-laid plan and contingencies, they’d been spotted. One of the castle maids just happened to fall down a set of stairs right when they’d been crossing the landing. She spotted them, screamed, and . . . here they were.

The only plan Mitsuhide had left was retreat. He glanced at Hekima beside him. Her hand rested lightly on the hilt of her sword, ready. She didn’t seemed worried at all, which only served to worry him more. “We don’t want to have to fight our way out of this,” he whispered. “We can use the chaos to slip away before we’re noticed again.”

“We can,” she nodded, “but we’d be abandoning our mission. The whole point was to get in and sabotage their gunpowder. If we leave . . .” She didn’t need to finish her sentence. They both knew it would cost lives. 

Duty balanced on the scale against love. Mitsuhide took a breath. She was right. His mind furiously spun out the possible scenarios. He knew their troop strength, the layout of this castle, and the location of their target. He knew the variables in play. If they were careful, smart, and ruthless, maybe . . . maybe they could get it done and live to celebrate. It was possible. It had to be. 

“Alright, follow me.” 

They slipped along the shadowed eaves of buildings, using every dark corner to their advantage. It went smoothly, too smoothly, Mitsuhide thought as he and Hekima made it to the storage building where the black powder was stored. 

It was stone, and well away from the main building of the castle complex. There were no torches lit near it, but there was a guard still standing at watch by the door. The original plan had been to go in through the roof with the guard none the wiser. That might still work. Or would have if Hekima wasn’t already taking things into her own hands.

She strode forward, into the open. When the guard called a warning, Hekima lunged. Her sheathed sword slammed into the side of the guard’s head, and he crumpled. 

“Bloodthirsty little mouse,” Mitsuhide murmured. He helped drag the unconscious man into a dark corner. 

Hekima grinned. “Faster is better tonight. Besides, I didn’t kill him!” She gave him a brief, sweet kiss. Just enough to make him ache for more, not enough to slow them down.

Mitsuhide promised himself that after, when they were clear of danger, he would get her back for that tease. Afterall, he was supposed to be the one doing the teasing. 

The two of them slipped into the storage room and set their charges. It took only a few short moments. Then Mitsuhide lit the fuse, and they ran. And then stopped. Several guards were running toward them, swords raised. The ‘unconscious’ guard was in the lead, a swollen bruise on the side of his head.

They exchanged a look. Both knew the powder would blow soon. If they weren’t clear of the blast, they were dead. Mitsuhide drew his sword. “Change of plans. Fight, just keep moving.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she laughed. 

He couldn’t help but smile at her brazen joy. His Hekima wasn’t afraid, even if she should have been. She trusted him, and she trusted her skill. Mitsuhide wasn’t going to be the one to let her down. 

The next few minutes were a chaos of shouting, groans, and the distinct sound of blades meeting flesh. Mitsuhide moved methodically, analyzing his options heartbeat to heartbeat. Guards fell, some dead, some only wounded, as his sword found its targets. And then, as quickly as it began, it was over and they were clear. 

Hekima was a step behind him, moving slower than usual, but moving. 

He grabbed her arm and hauled her forward, faster. “Come on. We need to make the wall before -” His words turned to a gasp as she looked at him, opened her mouth to say something, and then collapsed. Mitsuhide managed to keep her from hitting the ground. He lifted her and ran. His mind was a riot of worry and shame. He was supposed to protect her, his little mouse. I failed, he thought, and those words echoed again and again until they came with every beat of his heart. 

He wasn’t sure if she was still breathing. There was no time to stop and check. No time to be gentle either. The wall loomed, and behind them, the fire grew. Mitsuhide slung Hekima over his shoulder with a murmured apology. Then he flung himself at the wall, climbing it despite the burden of his unconscious lover. 

She made no sound as he clambered up the stone and did not stir.

At the top, he paused to adjust his grip on her. That mere half second meant he was still climbing when the first black powder barrel caught fire. The sound was so deep that Mitsuhide felt more than heard it. The air shivered, and the night lit up as bright as dawn. Bits of wood and stone clattered around him. The debris burned where it struck skin. His hair curled and smoked.

Mitsuhide landed on the ground outside the wall and kept running. They had to get far enough away to clear any pursuers. Hekima bounced against his shoulder. He could not help but notice the sticky-wet warmth of blood seeping into his clothes beneath her. 

“Hekima. Wake up. We made it.” He tried to get her attention as he ran, but she was still and silent. Fear knotted his insides and seized his heart. With every pounding step toward freedom, pain flared in his chest. She had to be alright. If she wasn’t . . . Mitsuhide refused to allow that thought to finish, as if in thinking it he could bring it to fruition. 

Once he made the cover of the forest, he sank down in the roots of a gnarled old pine tree. There, amidst the rotting needles, he gently set his beloved down. Her dark hair was mussed, having escaped the tight braid she kept it in on missions. Her eyes were closed, the lashes lying still against the dark circles beneath them. Pale cheeks, and grey lips showed no sign of life.

Mitsuhide could see the wound. A small puncture, just below her heart. Dark blood seeped from the hole in her armor. Her front was soaked with it, as was his shoulder, chest, and back. “Hekima,” he breathed her name like a prayer. Tears stung his eyes, hot and sharp as needles. He blinked them away. There wasn’t time to cry. His little mouse needed him.

He cut off her armor and the clothing beneath, revealing the gory stab wound. There was no way to know if the blow struck her heart, and nothing he could do if it had. Mitsuhide could only stop the bleeding, and hope. He tore a piece of his clothing off, and pressed it hard against the gash. 

“Come on,” he whispered, as he held it in place. “It’s going to be ok. I promise. You’re going to be alright.” Mitsuhide repeated the words again and again, a mantra as he waited for the blood to stop flowing. When it did, he used some strong wine from a flask to soak another piece of his unfortunate clothing, and wrapped the puncture tightly. 

Hekima looked so fragile, lying there. So still. 

He stroked the hair back from her face, touching her as much to reassure himself that she was alive as to comfort her. His hands shook and his chest ached as if he was the one with the stab wound. This was not the time to let his emotions overwhelm him though. There was still more to do.

Mitsuhide knew he needed to get her back to their allies. Ieyasu would be able to do more to help her. She would have rest and warmth and food. “I’m going to pick you up again,” he told her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “We’re going to get help. So you . . . you just - just -” he swallowed, trying to master himself. 

A man that could withstand torture, deprivation, hostility - a man who was a map of scars inside and out - reduced to tears over a woman. It would be funny, he reflected, if it were not him. Love did strange things to your heart. Made it stronger, and softer. “Just be ok,” he whispered.

He leaned down to kiss her lips, the barest brush of his skin to hers. He could feel the slightest flutter of her breath on his cheek. 

“Why . . . are you . . . crying?” Her eyes fluttered open. Her dark gaze was heavy with concern. 

Mitsuhide nearly fell over as he straightened. “Hekima!” He felt a sudden rush of emotions. Joy and shame and love and worry. A tempest in his chest and behind his eyes. He wiped at his cheeks, realizing he was crying.

She gave a small, pained smile. “Can’t . . . get rid . . .” 

He laughed and hugged her gently, mindful of her injury. “My little mouse. Making me worry. I’m going to wrap you in silk and lock you in your rooms.”

“K-kill . . . you . . .” She tried to laugh and coughed instead. 

Mitsuhide felt as if his heart might burst with love for her, and relief. He’d failed her, but she was tougher than he gave her credit for. Stronger. “We can talk about it after I get you back.” He cupped her cheek in one calloused, blood-stained palm. “I love you.”

“Love you,” she echoed. Her eyes were clouding with pain and exhaustion. In a moment, she would be out again. 

“Rest,” he told her. “I’ve got you.”

[fiddles-ifs]

🗡DEMO (COMING SOON!) 🗡CHARACTERS 🗡PLAYLIST

Rated 18+ for violence and sexual content. Trigger warnings will be provided at the beginning of each chapter.

The king is dead. Long live the king. Alandria is scarred from six long years of war. After a chance encounter in the field, heir-apparent Lisandro hires your mercenary band as security for his upcoming coronation. Now, you find yourself in the nebulous web of lies, schemes, and murder that make up Alandrian politics. When the future king falls deathly ill, it's your job, as the mercenary band's only healer, to figure out what's killing him. The king is dead. Love live the king.

🗡FEATURES

Customizable MC. Play as male, female, or non-binary; trans or cisgender; inter or endosex; customizable pronouns. Customize your appearance, and personality. Tailor your approach to patients -- do you rely on science and surgery, or magic and faith?

Four unique ethnic backgrounds. Alandrian -- the kingdom you find yourself in after ten years. Iskarian -- the expansive empire to the south, and the jewel of the world. Mani -- the nomadic people unwelcome in the north. Ruz -- hailing from the frigid, barren archipelago across the northern sea.

Who were you in your past? A peasant? A former noble? A monastic? Part of a cult? Each ethnicity has four unique origins to choose from -- each origin will impact the story in different ways.

Romance. Or not! Four romance options, two gender-selectable. Play as gay, straight, bisexual or asexual; allo or aromantic.

Solve a medical mystery. Save the king however you can.

Change the course of history. Your proximity to royalty puts you in a position to play the great game -- in fact, you have to, to stay alive.

POV Switches. See some parts of the story from the point of view of the ROs and other characters.

Keep your secrets hidden. They cannot find out.

🗡ROMANCE OPTIONS

Sibir Temyurinkai. [She/her, he/him, they/them] Your best friend for more than a decade. A mercenary warlord many people can't read. You have a lot of history. Maybe even too much. You make them vulnerable. Flavor of romance: friends-to-lovers, love epiphany, UST, shippers on deck.

Lisandro Abarcas. [He/him] The young king uncrowned of Alandria. He's hired Sibir (and therefore you) to be extra security for his upcoming baptism and coronation, but a mysterious illness forces you to play doctor. Flavor of romance: courtly love, Uptown Girl, savior complexes

Idali Abarcas. [She/her] Duchess of the northern province of Baqueria, second in line to the throne, Lisandro's older sister and vicious rival. A cunning, calculating opponent -- but she might be willing to work with you. Flavor of romance: Uptown Girl, Defrosing the Ice Queen, #girlbossmode, dancing with danger

Tesias. [She/her, he/him, they/them] A very mysterious masked traveler. They offer advice and information -- for a price. As a spy, you can't trust anything they say -- but you know they want revenge. And they want it now. Flavor of romance: [INFORMATION CORRUPTED]

🗡TAGS + LINKS

[TKP ASKS] [SIBIR] | [LISANDRO] | [IDALI] | [TESIAS] [DISCORD]

[luca-draws-ikemen]

if you were any of the ikemen series mcs and you could do whatever you wanted without any consequences, what would you do?

I personally would be a nuisance to the ikesen warlords lmao

[selenacosmic]

Hello there. May I have an Ikesen request?

How do you think the Warlords would react to a witch MC? (I'm a big fan of The Vampire's Diaries and The Originals TV series). Thanks ☺️

Hello! A witch mc, huh? I think I never really wrote about one, thank you for the request!

Witch MC.

Oda forces.

Nobunaga Oda.

Nobunaga could tell there was something different about you, a mysterious air that surrounded you. He noticed that the moment you saved him from the fire, when you rushed out of the temple with him, it was as if the fire moved out of the way.

There was also your knowledge over herbs, he even thought you might have been a healer and that you would fit in as Ieyasu’s student. He found out the truth after interrogating you personally, Nobunaga was curious after hearing about strange “medicines” that you were able to make (AKA potions).

Hideyoshi Toyotomi.

Hideyoshi, as usual, kept his eyes on you since the very beginning. He could swear he saw you make a vase levitate, hideyoshi was about to help you carry it since it looked heavy but stopped on his tracks. Of course, it was for a split second as you carried the vase yourself.

He wasn’t one to focus on believing in the supernatural, but he also didn’t disbelieve it. Hideyoshi wondered if you could pose a threat to Nobunaga, but his mind changed after you prepared a special medicine for him when he got sick from overworking himself. It worked like magic as it made his fever go away immediately. Well, whatever you were, you didn’t seem to have bad intentions.

Mitsuhide Akechi.

Mitsuhide was naturally curious about you, since you showed up out of nowhere and saved Nobunaga. But he felt intrigued the more he investigated you. Your strange behavior by talking to animals, how you would manage to make objects disappear when no one was seeing.

Different from Nobunaga, he does his interrogation in a way that puts you on a spot, as if he is just making an innocent question. You are forced to reveal your identity, which would seem absurd had mitsuhide not seen with his own eyes. Considering your abilities, he will think about dragging you to one of his missions.

Masamune date.

Masamune found out on accident, he was going to the kitchen so that he could make dinner, but noticed that it was busy. He would have approached you had he not seen the strange ingredients you were using. Upon further observation, masamune saw smoke and bubbles emerging from the pot you were using to cook, or at least he thought it was cooking. Once you were done, he became curious about what you made.

Imagine his surprise when you appeared with a special kind of medicine for the soldiers that were still heavily injured that made them recover very fast. While that will make him confront you about what exactly you were making, he will just want to know as he was grateful that you used your knowledge to help the soldiers. What you made was really a healing potion.

Mitsunari Ishida.

Mitsunari was a bit more oblivious to the signs that you were a witch, though it wasn’t because he didn’t notice. It was more because he didn’t want to sound rude by questioning you. Sometimes you would come back with quite the different herbs for the medicine you were able to make, there were times he could swear he saw objects levitating.

He could be wrong, but he thought he saw you turn a bandit that cornered you into… a frog? Nevertheless, he was aware of your powers, though he pretended to not know for your sake.

Ieyasu Tokugawa.

Ieyasu was skeptical when nobunaga said that you would be helping him with the other healers of the castle, he didn’t trust you could handle it without proper training from him. However, he changed his mind the moment he saw the results of your medicine, it helped the injured soldiers and sick vassals heal immediately. He studied medicine for a long time, so it’s natural that he was surprised by how efficient you were making herbal medicine.

It hurted his pride a little as well, since he never discovered anything like it before. But, he could put his pride aside as long as you could show him how you made your so called healing potions.

Ranmaru Mori.

Ranmaru would discover of your abilities after he caught you making a whole decorative pot that was broken disappearing before his eye. He was about to turn around the corner to greet you when he saw you using magic. He preferred to keep a low profile and hide before you could notice him.

Being a ninja, it wasn’t hard for ranmaru to sneak around without being noticed, though he believed that, despite what he saw, you couldn’t possibly be a bad person. That’s why he would act like nothing happened until you were more comfortable sharing your secret with him.

Keiji.

Keiji knows how it feels to hide a part of yourself to stay safe, though in your case it seemed like something much bigger than a part of your personality. Just like you would inevitably find out about his two faced nature, he was able to discover your powers as a witch. In a way, both had blackmail over each other, which would create a connection and a bond between you two.

Besides, it’s not like he didn’t find your powers fascinating, so he was far from scared.

Uesugi-Takeda alliance.

Kenshin Uesugi.

Kenshin isn’t someone who would overreact or be surprised by supernatural things, as long as he could fight it, he was happy. Although you did manage to catch him off guard a bit. In the middle of a fight, he saw you using your magic to throw the opponent flying away from you.

To him it was unexpected, but that didn’t faze him to stop fighting. After defeating all of the enemies that caught you two off guard, he won’t waste time questioning you about how you were able to do that. And after getting his answers, he will ask (demand) that you use your powers again.

Shingen takeda.

Is this the power of an angel? Dramatic quotes aside, it won’t take long for him to discover of your abilities, there is nothing that can be hidden from this man after all. But he would keep a secret for your safety, he knew how stressful it was to keep something hidden from others.

You would feel so grateful that you would dedicate yourself to create a healing potion powerful enough to heal his sickness (it was only natural that you would be able to notice that he had an illness). Words just can’t describe how grateful he would be.

Yukimura Sanada.

Ah, he knew it! You are an evil witch who will turn him into an animal! Since the moment you two met, he was already calling you a sorceress for being able to charm people with your personality (that isn’t magic, just social skills). But to actually get a confirmation that you are a witch will make him feel very weary of you. It will take time for him to understand that you aren’t a threat.

Of course, eventually he will let himself go around you, seeing that you would turn him into a frog.

Yoshimoto Imagawa.

Yoshimoto wouldn’t pry in your affairs in any shape or form, after all he respected your privacy. So, even when he noticed some suspicious activities coming from you, he decided to give you the benefit of the doubt, not sure if he would regret it later. However, your never did anything to harm anyone in Kasugayama, he would trust you no matter how strange some of your actions were, just like he trusts sasuke (despite not having the best of relationships with him).

Even after finding out about your powers, he will treat you like a real celestial maiden (kind of like Shingen would, must be a family thing).

Kanetsugu.

Kanetsugu always kept his eyes on you from the moment you arrived at Kasugayama castle, being weary that you could be dangerous to Kenshin (though he highly doubted you could harm him). He was always stern, which made you be more careful about using your powers near him.

Though, even after he catches you using your magic, he won’t throw you in the prison cells. However, that does not mean he completely trusts you. For safety reasons, Kanetsugu will be glued to you, almost like you were his prisoner just to ensure you wouldn’t use your magic against his lord (eventually it won’t be bad at all to have him always by your side though).

Sasuke.

Sasuke would be one of the first ones to find out that you are a witch, one because he is already familiar with the concept since he is also from the modern world, and two because he could easily put two and two together to understand what you were. It all started after he goes to see you by going to your celling. He will accidentally catch you using your magic when you think that you are alone in your room.

He will apologize first of all for sneaking in like that, which will be followed by a million of questions, some of which include participating on a research of his own.

[colourless-hydrangeas]

Telling the warlords you're asexual: How would it go?

CW: mention of sex

Nobunaga

He's asked to bed you, multiple times even, only to be refused each time.

That was until he finally asked you why you refuse to sleep with him.

He would be curious about this 'asexual' thing, but he respects your boundaries.

He wonders if you're like one of those monks and nuns, but doesn't say anything. After all, you're his beloved fireball.

He loves you regardless.

Hideyoshi

He has always waited for you to be comfortable with him.

But he's curious as to why you have never considered sex with him.

"Have you taken a vow of celibacy or something?"

He tries to understand you when you tell him you're asexual.

He will support you forever, regardless of what your sexuality is.

He will also make sure that nobody(especially Masamune) makes you uncomfortable.

Mitsunari

Innocent bean.

He hasn't considered sex with you yet.

You told him you're asexual, after a few months of dating.

"Hm? 'Asexual'? What does that mean?"

"It means I am not interested in sex, but I can feel romantic connection with you, so please don't worry."

"Oh, that's okay!" ^^

He accepts you easily, without any questions. He loves you, and will continue to love you in the same way.

Kennyo

Kennyo has always been waiting for you to be comfortable with him, to start things.

He will never be persistent to you.

He had mentioned his wishes to have sex with you once.

You had to explain to him that you were repulsed by the idea of sex.

He understands, and never asks you about it again.

He will make sure he doesn't accidentally make you uncomfortable and often asks you if you're comfortable or not.

He will also be protective of you, making sure you stay safe on your visits to the town.

Thank you for reading this! This has been a WIP for way longer than intended. I rarely see asexual MC HCs, so I had to make it for myself, hehe.

Let me know if you want HCs for the other lords. I write silly HCs too. :)