#ikemen sengoku mitsuhide

“Come by again. I’ll make you feel special.”

lorei-writes:

Premise: A glimpse into warlords’ thoughts as they watch MC doing something. Ordinary daily life. A moment of peace, perhaps. 

Nobunaga:

• The further away he is, the more he craves to just see her and talk, to touch her hands. His line of work being rather brutal in that regard, he makes sure to always watch her carefully, as to engrave her image in his mind. He believes it helps him prevail through weeks of separation they endure at times. 
• He especially loves her eyes, curious sparkles playing over her irises whenever a topic picks her interest. However, there’s also another thing he enjoys - observing feelings shift over her face, the mystery of them continuing to fascinate him despite having been revealed.
• “To think there was a time I considered you a mere toy, Fireball… I was gravely mistaken. You’re far beyond anything I could have ever dreamt of.”
  

Mitsuhide:

• He generally doesn’t allow himself the luxury of observing her from up close. At times she may be even unaware of his presence, his shadow being banished by the light the moment she’d pass by it.
• Usually, he steals glances at her while passing her in the corridor. However, sometimes he stays in a place for a moment longer, her silhouette flickering in the gardens or further down the hallway. It reminds him to cherish each moment she chooses to spend with him, each second being unique and precious, simply unrepeatable. 
• “Flee, little mouse, flee. You have chosen so poorly… Yet I cannot seem to stop myself from accepting it with joy.”

Hideyoshi:

• His lover being a truly busy person, he adores watching her rest, tension slowly seeping out of her body as she sits in the shade provided by the old chestnut tree growing in the garden.
• Whenever wind blows past her, lifting up strands of her hair, he finds himself wishing he could sit besides her and braid it - although then, he would be unable to see the stray rays of light flickering over her cheeks, the scene being equally treasured by him. He wishes she could enjoy summer this way every day of the year.
• “If it means being able to live even a single day more with you, I’m never, never giving up on this life of mine.”
  

Mitsunari:

• He loves watching her study, heaps of books and stashes of paper littering her desk, the brush in her hand gliding swiftly over the pages, her brows knitting together as she tries to focus.
• He usually searches for stray little droplets of inks marking her skin, the spots appearing in various density over her arms and face alike. She’s always too preoccupied with her task to notice, barely making note of his presence as well - and he cannot stop the gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips, her determination warming up his heart.
• “You’ve taught me so many things and yet you never cease to learn yourself. You’re truly admirable.”
  

Ieyasu:

• He oftentimes find himself watching her as she plays in the garden with Wasabi, the doe having warmed up to his lover completely. At times he wonders whether his little friend hasn’t found a better companion than him.
• His attention is usually drawn towards her arms, her hands extending treats towards the pet and smothering it with gentle and patient affection. He loves seeing her take care of others - and he is well aware that those shoulders helped to carry wounded soldiers and then, bore a much greater burden of seeing them pass away when all efforts inevitably  failed.
• “You always seem to hold an open heart to the world, even despite being hurt by it numerous times…It seems I still have plenty left to learn from you.”
  

Masamune:

• It appears gazing at her while she works on her project has become a sort of routine for him, the action occuring without him even realising. He oftentimes wishes he could admire both her work and her at the same time, his mind failing him at the task. Each time, he chooses her over the handiwork, her handiwork seeming nearly eternal in comparison to the passing seconds.
• He focuses mostly on her face, taking note of every twitch of her brows and every minor change to her eyes. He also takes notice of her hands, the needle always almost grazing the pads of her fingers, deftly guided through layers of fabric. He admires her craft, well aware of the fact that she makes it look plenty more effortless than it actually is.
  
• “Kitten… How can you always have such a determined look on your face? Could you be any more adorable?”

Kenshin:

• He loves seeing her fence, each training bringing more faith into him that in fact the fate would not repeat itself - until the anxiety disappeared completely. At times, he feels his hand twitch to try himself in a sparring against her.
• He takes note of her stance, of all the openings in it, thinking up ways of possibly exploiting them… Yet he never ceases to be amazed with  how she always seems to catch onto his thoughts and grow stronger, dexterously avoiding the strikes of her sparring partners and returning the blows.
• “I thought I had to protect you, that I had to cage you to keep you safe… Yet the moment I let you free, you soared so high I could not believe my own eyes. You dare me to believe in a better tomorrow.”
  

Shingen:

• It wouldn’t be far from truth to say he always makes sure to see her, not allowing her to become part of the visual noise or a crowd. However, it wouldn’t be a lie either if one were to say that he still has glanced towards her plenty, at any time of the day and night.
• Some nights, he just lets her tell him stories of the future - and even though he has visited the period, he can never grow tired of her voice. His head resting in her lap, he turns onto his back as to gaze at her. Through half-lidded eyes, he watches her lips move, tracing each word with his sight as to remember it better.
• “If you were not an angel… Then how come you have saved me? Was this miracle not a sign of your mercy?”
  

Yukimura:

• There are plenty things he finds adorable in her, one of them being how eager she is to bicker with him. As such, he strives to never miss an opportunity for this match of sorts, the nickname he has granted her having grown pleasantly warm in the way he pronounces it.
• He adores all sparks of mischief present in her form - her eyes catching onto a clue, how her lips curl up into a grin and how she clicks her tongue in anticipation of another remark; her hands resting over her hips, her head shaking from side to side in feigned disappointment or disbelief; and finally, how she opens her lips, just a second before she speaks again, causing him to fall for her all over again.
• “If you’re a dummy, then I am your fool - since it can’t be smart of me to be in love so much. It just can’t.”
  

Sasuke: 

• At first, he felt somewhat shy about stealing glances at her, each being padded with an unnerving thought of whether she wouldn’t consider it a strange thing to do… Or any stranger at least, as he presumed she may already think so of him.
• As odd as it may be, he realised he loves watching her and learning of her perspective on things, her entire being constituting a sort of prism, a lens through which he could perceive the world anew. He loves her delight, her admiration, excitement, the joy of discovering, learning, gaining the understanding and connecting the facts - even if to him, some of her findings would be the most trivial of things.
• “I did not understand for the longest time. I could not comprehend and my tests were futile… You broadened my perspective far beyond what I could have ever hoped to achieve on my own.”
  

Kennyo:

• He never hides his gazes. At times, he becomes rather flustered, her words bringing him out of his thoughts and causing him to realise the promise of future she engrained in his mind might have become a rather crucial part of his being.
• Whenever they work together, he makes sure to stay focused, switching tasks being his moment of break - then, he allows himself a second to watch her, in whatever state she may be in, whatever emotion she may experience. He wants to remember all those precious moments: her standing on her tiptoes to reach the high cabinets, how she smiles happily whenever she smells something pleasant, the tiny wrinkles around her eyes…
• “You saw through the demon’s mask I put on, even though even I forgot it was not truly my face.”
  

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*just general fanfiction, nothing in particular. This is written for crack purposes, not to critique anybody or address any greater issues. 

Nobunaga:

• “What did I do to Hideyoshi…?!”
• Refuses to accept the fact that he really talks like so.
• Does not recall Kichou being his wife. He saw the fanart. He continues on to question it.

Mitsuhide:

• Snickers at every mention of shibari. Will absolutely tease MC about it.
• Blushed upon seeing “Hideyoshi Toyotomi/Mitsuhide Akechi” tag. Hid it instantly. Will torment Hideyoshi with it.
• Has great fun collecting information to tease the other warlords. Makes sure to console MC afterwards and to remind her he wants only her.

Hideyoshi:

• Died several times while reading it. // “Lord Nobunaga did what to me…?!”
• Initially considered angst with Nobunaga to be death threats.
• Enjoyed some family fics with himself, although he may not admit it.

Mitsunari:

• Was not allowed to read explicit & mature works. Read them regardless. Might have even taken notes. May have some questions and concerns.
• Does not understand why somebody would write about him.
• Found out that he enjoys fluff a lot.

Masamune:

• Outwardly: laughed it off. Inwardly: read through it all. Those eyebags didn’t come from nowhere. Curiosity killed the cat.
• He is distraught to learn that we all do know about his alcohol tolerance and how he behaves once drunk.
• Secretly enjoyed hurt/comfort the most. Will not let anybody know that. 

Ieyasu:

• Is grumpy about it. Checks it out after being teased by both Masamune and Mitsuhide. 
• Saw himself being a pair with Mitsunari. Stopped reading then.
• Found reader inserts rather nice to read. Mostly interested in gen fics.

Kenshin:

• Angst lover. His second preference is hurt/comfort.
• Does not comprehend why he’s called bunshin, husbun or bun-bun.
• Started testing his bunny-bending powers and taking his role as the sole bunny bender seriously. 

Shingen:

• Went on to moon gaze.
• Tried to memorise as many pick-up lines as possible. Considered writing them down.
• Became a fan of domestic fluff.

Yukimura:

• Sasuke forced him to read it.
• Did not want to read it. Did not enjoy it. It felt weird.
• Sasuke opened Shingen tag for him. Yuki ran.

Sasuke:

• He already knew of its existence and read every single possible fanficiton regarding the warlords.
• Has his own Ao3 account.
• Remembered to erase his history before Kenshin stumbled into it by accident.

Kennyo:

• Peacefully enjoys silence in his forest and refuses to let anybody near himself until the entire thing is over.
• Was shown some fluffy fanart. It made him blush.
• Will wave his staff at you if you expose him to Kennyo tag. He prefers blissful ignorance in that regard. 

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These are so on point Lorei it’s amazing

lorei-writes:

Mitsuhide x MC
Angst
Reincarnation AU

Request:Anonymous (???)
Prompt: (???)

Whew. You know, I don’t even know how to describe this.
Additional inspiration: Mausoleum by Rafferty

Content Warnings: major character(s) death, blood, hospitals, physical pain, accident, war (suggested)

He attempted to roll onto his side, his body refusing to bend to his will, various machines beeping and buzzing all around. Perhaps… Perhaps it was late, after all. The very evening of his life.

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Ah, yes. I do love me a nice dose of angst in the middle of the week. Thank you for this. It’s really lovely!

in third place with lineart, @spoopy-fish-writes​ requested a drawing of our dear resident snake-satori-kitsune-guy :)

jealous S/O

characters: Ieyasu, mitsuhide, kenshin, shingen and yukimura

genre: angst with fluff end

warnings: suggestive on Ieyasu’s part, and mostly the boys being affectionate and showing how much they love you, also I think I went a little overboard with yuki and shingen ahahahha

ieyasu’s body froze when he saw you curled on the bed and hearing sniffles coming from you; following his heart, he walked towards the futon and embracing you with a tight grip he stood there until you calmed yourself, some time passed until you looked at him, puffy eyes full of regret and sadness, two feelings that he swore he would never let you to feel, but there you were.

a few moments before arriving at his manor hideyoshi called for him, the lord told him that early that day he was talking to you, and you confessed to him that lately you have been feeling that you weren’t worthy enough to be with ieyasu, hideyoshi tried to persuade you, but you were to blinded to see the real truth and that’s how everything ended up.

nowieyasu was looking at you with such a soft and loving gaze that you swore that never in your life someone looked at you in that way “don’t ever think again that you’re not worthy of being with me, you’re the person that I most love in this world and the only one I would ever” his voice was serious but his gaze held that intense gaze “I love you too Ieyasu and I’m so sorry that I made you worry” you said while trying to contain your tears again “don’t be sorry, now let me show you how much I love you” and with that you let yourselves get lost on the pleasure of your bodies, showing the love and the affection that could be said through words.

mitsuhide knew that something was wrong with you when he found himself another night in his room alone. few days prior he asked one of the maids if the saw you, and all of them had the same answer “lady (y/n) is on her room”, but it’s been three days since that and he still didn’t saw any trace of your persona. once he finished his work he went towards your room and knocked “who is it?” your voice was merely a whisper it was so weak that it wasn’t for his good audition he would thought that you were already asleep. you made him enter, his eyes widened at the sight in front of him, pale face and dark bags under your eyes, your lips were dried and your eyes didn’t had the same sparkle that he was used to.

“I don’t know who did this to you, but I’ll make sure that they will pay the price” his eyes were full of anger but everything stoped when you talked “it was me” you said “lately I’ve been thinking about us and that I’m not enough and that–” a pair of arms enveloped your tired body, even thought that you were on you bedroom for the past few days your energy drained at the feeling of losing mitsuhide.

“don’t” he whispered “if we have to talk in terms of who isn’t enough for each other, that one is me, but the merely thought of you being gone it breaks my heart” he tightened his grip on you “so don’t leave me, because you’re the only one I love”

walking through the garden kenshin saw looking at some flowers but something the way you looked at them seemed off the sadness and melancholy that were dancing in your eyes disappeared once you saw him and with a smile you made a sign to him to approach. a smile that didn’t reach your eyes.

“did something happen?” your eyes widened at his question “well…” you started “for some time I’ve been feeling a little bit down, sometimes I think about our relationship and how I don’t deserve you and that someday you’ll find someone better to be with”

you knew that kenshin wasn’t a man of words but actions; carefully he took your hands with his and placed them on his chest, right where you could feel his heart. “Im the one who should be saying this, I love you so much that sometimes I just want to lock you up somewhere were none would snatch you of my arms” his gaze met yours and you saw softness in them “so don’t ever dare to feel like that again” you laughed “but kenshin that doesn’t work lik–”“I told you to not” something in the way he said those words made you feel much better, because even if kenshin didn’t said out loud how much he loved you, instead his actions would always spoke for him.

it wasn’t any secret that shingen was popular with women, every time the two of you would go in town, many women approached him, and even though that you knew he loved you, there were some ladies that didn’t accept that.

it was a sunny day when you decided to go to the market and buy some new fabrics for your next work. everything was going smoothly until you saw a young lady approaching you with a innocent smile plastered on her face “you’re lady (y/n) aren’t you?” you smiled at her “yes, so you need something?”

“well it’s more that I want to give you an advice” she said while looking around and the approaching her face on your ear “before you realize, shingen will get bored of you and dump you as he had done with many other woman” even if she seemed serious the glint in her eyes told you something else “thank you for the advice” and with that you headed on the opposite direction where you came.

even if you wanted to keep your composure in front of the lady, something inside you made you question if what she said was really true. With her advice going through your mind you arrived at the castle where you went straight to your room. you of his popularity, who wouldn’t? you were only a normal girl who got stuck on a wormhole and went to the past, many ladies of this era were more worthy of being with him than you. your hands were trembling just like your lower lip, tears were on the edge of falling down, yes I’m another girl with whom he will be, and that’s all.

crying in silence, you curled yourself inside your futon, it wasn’t fair, your heart gutted so much and so your soul. too busy dealing with your burden, you didn’t realize the door sliding open and the figure of shingen entering. the sight he was meeting took him aback, his beautiful goddess, the angel of his life was crying if there was no tomorrow.

sliding the door closed, shingen appeared on your side on an inhuman pace, his strong arms met your body and your face on his chest. “shingen, I hope you can find someone on the future who can make you happy” your statement made his heart break, even if you couldn’t see his eyes started watering “how could you say something like that?” his voice sounded so offended “you’re my goddess and the person that I love the most in this world (y/n), seeing you thinking about yourself as someone who is just passing by in my life makes me want to cry, swear to my that you would never ever think like that again, I know my reputation doesn’t work on my favor but if I could see yourself the way that I see you I think it would make you change your way of thinking” his voice was low but the way he said everything without an ounce of hesitation made you want to bonk yourself to be so dumb and believe some random woman’s words “I love you (y/n)”

“I love you too shingen” and with that every doubt disappeared from your mind like dust does when the wind comes.

aahyuki poor soul, he was on the wrong place and the wrong time. since your birthday was approaching yuki decided to buy something that you’ve been looking everytime the two of you would take a walk near the shopping stands, it was a beautiful camelia brooch with a hair pin of the same color, but before purchasing it the flower of the brooch fell, the lady apologized to him saying that she would fix it before dark.

unbeknownst to yuki, you were on your room finishing a new kimono with a sad look on your face, something inside you made you feel like the world was against you, even if you tried your best to stay positive everything was blue. With the final touches were made you started to head out of the manor when you heard two maids talking between them.

“I just saw how he was giving the flower to that young lady” one said earning a gasp from the other “but yukimura-sama seems to love lady (y/n) so much… aah what should we do?” everything as silent until the first one talked again “perhaps… do you think he got bored of her?”

something broke inside you, probably that was right, it has been a while since the last time he came to see you, he always would make some time to meet with you, but lately he didn’t even bother to let you know if he would come. With your spirits down and a huge desire to cry you went back to your room and told one of the maids to deliver the kimono instead of you.

letting your body fell on the futon you eyes started to water and without even realizing you were a crying mess. on the other hand, yukimura was making his way towards the manor, when he saw on of the maids that you worked along with what it seemed a kimono, when the made saw him she tried to ignore him and change ways, yukimura stopped her; “did something happen?” the maid looked at him nervously, her hands shaking slightly “well… I think that there’s something wrong with the lady, but I don’t think it’s yukimura’s business, since you got tired of her” and with that the maid headed out.

Without a second thought yukimura ran to your room, where from outside he could hear you sobbing uncontrollably, he entered and sat next to you, his hand on each side of his body, his eyes wandering everywhere but you; his heart was aching. “look at me (y/n)” he said his hands now on your face “I don’t know what happened here while I was gone, but I swear that anything has happened” his eyes who were looking at the floor now connected to yours “I love you and I would never get bored or tired of you, I would prefer dying one hundred times before ever thinking about that, so please, believe me” you cried again, not because of the sadness that had left at the same time you saw yuki entering but because of your foolishness “I know yuki, thats why I will always love you too”

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Me coming back from the dead to post comics I drew a year ago ( ⊙᎑⊙ )

Please note that the whole Cousins things is not Cybird canon, but from @ashaksaraand@arsnovacadenza

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Also please note that I drew this before deciding I will do a whole different story for Kicho meeting Nobunaga

Kon Kon ~

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Kicho and Mitsuhide with Kuromi and Cinnamoroll inspired by the Ikemen Sengoku x Sanrio collaboration

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Since@ashaksara finally received it, I can share it here without spoiling the surprise

Author: @janumun​​​
Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku
Character(s): Kenshin/Reader (Female MC)
Rating: E – Explicit

Warnings:NSFW content, jealousy, re-telling of canon events, denial of romantic feelings/conflicted emotions, oral and vaginal sex, spoilers for Kenshin’s main story (up till Chapter 10)

Prompt: “Mine”
Summary: A council is called, with the attendance of the Oda envoys, Mitsunari and Mitsuhide, to revise and recapitulate the terms of the Uesugi–Oda alliance. Kenshin soon discovers the relationship between the two men and their former ‘Chatelaine’ runs far deeper than one in between mere acquaintances. Glaring truths are about to be spoken and Kenshin learns once more: envy has always stood as his greatest weakness when it comes to her. 

The Main Hall of Kasugayama is alive once more— rowdier even, with the sounds of inebriated merry-making in the wake of a fairly tense Council earlier in the day. One with the attendance of the Oda entourage; a few among them friends she hadn’t seen in a long while. An opportunity for peaceful negotiations, one she had been happy to take advantage of.

She fidgets about in place, restless hands curled around her cup of liquor. Eyes alert and wandering, even as her mouth grazes the cusp of her drink in a show of sipping at the contents.

Kenshin’s eyes stray once more, surely by force of habit, to catch her impatience— odd eyes following her eager gaze as she sits by his side: a pretty ornament, formerly of the Oda, one he seized for himself in a battle not long ago. 

Kenshin frowns. That’s just what she was. A decorative commodity, a Princess of the Oda, Kenshin repeats the words over and over in his head, tossing and turning them about until they refuse to make sense. Unsuccessful efforts in deluding his own heart, a traitorous part of him whispers. He smothers it mercilessly.

She inclines her face towards him then, inquisitive eyes catching his gaze – the mild concern he captures in hersleaving him desiring. Her lips part on the sound of his name, surely in question before the Oda envoy named Ishida impertinently cuts into their space. Nodding amicably to Kenshin once, he turns to address her, “Here you are, princess. It is a relief to see you well.”

Unsavory. Poisonous. The sake burns tasteless down Kenshin’s throat to catch sight of the joy brimming within her gaze at the appearance of the other man who dares his hands forward to grasp hers within, smiling at her with no less amount of care and affection.

“You were just the person I was looking for, Mitsunari. Well, Mitsuhide too. But I must give you these before you depart tomorrow morning.” She hands him one of the furoshiki bundles she’d kept close by her side for the entirety of the evening.

“A gift for you.” Her smile widens at the pleased look that takes Ishida’s face when he unveils his present. “Writing implements! Thank you so very much. I can only hope the fabric we brought you earlier can offer you even a modicum of the joy I feel at your thoughtful gift.”

They speak of the affairs of Azuchi Castle and its town— two people close enough to share a laugh over a drink or two. The stark awareness of her comfort in Mitsunari’s presence scorches bitter ash across his tongue—a feeling he tries and throttles into submission. Failing efforts; until he feels the warmth of her hand across his where it rests clenched – he notices belatedly – on his knee. “Kenshin.”

Nothing sounds better than the syllables of his name on her tongue and he relishes the sound of it. “What is it?”

“I’d like to excuse myself for a while. Mitsunari tells me he hasn’t seen Mitsuhide in a while. I’d like to go search for him, give him his gift before he returns.” The effort it takes to slip his hand away from hers, to not hold on and tell her to stay, right by his side. The last of his iron-clad will hardening, crushing back base impulses before he does something he shall regret. Kenshin watches her leave in silence, the ice in his chest surfacing within odd eyes to leave them devoid of warmth as he swipes the last of his drink. Bidding Mitsunari a swift, curt farewell, Kenshin excuses himself for the night.

The air outside washes pleasant over her cheeks, flushed from sake and happiness as she finally spies the back of familiar robes; silver strands almost luminous under the moon. The man facing away from her as he speaks to one of the Oda retainers; low, indecipherable words exchanged in between the two— ones she fails to hear from where she stands. Hesitance and caution in her steps, she shuffles forward, silent so as not to disturb the men. However— 

Mitsuhide tips his head in her direction. “And what is our dear chatelaine doing out here all by herself? Tired of entertaining the Dragon, I presume?” Dismissing the man she believes is his subordinate, he turns to face her.

She shakes her head, venturing closer. “I was looking for you, Mitsuhide. Why’d you leave the feast midway?”

His gaze – just as discerning as she remembers it – sweeps across her and holds. “And what of you?”

“Irritatingly evasive as always, I see.” Her smiles; of amusement, she lifts the object she carries, up for inspection. “I wanted to hand over your gift.”

“A gift? For me?” Something akin to surprise flickers its way into his voice and she continues, pleased to have caught the man off-guard.

“Yes. I had gifts prepared for everyone at Azuchi once I learned you’d be visiting. I’ve left the rest in Mitsunari’s care and brought yours.”

Slender fingers reach for the offered box, a soft question spilling, as if an afterthought.  “I gather these gifts are your way of announcing your decision? You’ve decided to stick by the God of War.” A lull follows her nod, Mitsuhide choosing to work through the binds of his gift before he abruptly pauses, a smile stretching slow across his face at the revelation. “A salve for cuts,” he muses.

“I wasn’t in Azuchi for long but I did gather you dealt with… questioning our prisoners. I often noticed the nicks on your hands.” Mitsuhide continues to watch her, levity dancing across his features but she continues, unperturbed by that look. “Figured I’d take matters into my own hands and give you something for their well-being since it’s clear you care as much about your body as you do about taking proper meals.”

A soft, sudden sound slices through the quiet of the night; low and sonorous and she recognizes the quality of Mitsuhide’s laughter, broad shoulders shaking with mirth. “Seems as if a certain silly bird is far more aware of her surroundings than initially given credit for.”

She angles a critical glare at the offending man, half of a mind to smack the smile right off that irritating face of his before he stops, his ridiculing fit supposedly having subsided for the time being.

That penetrative gaze finds her once more and stays. Mitsuhide’s voice drops several octaves, softening in a manner she’s never heard from the man, as if in preparation of revealing a heavy secret. “I assume Azuchi will grieve the loss of its Chatelaine for a long time to come.”

She catches those barely tangible threads of mischief in his gaze… but his words, she accepts them for the sincerity she hears in them and smiles. “Thank you, Mitsuhide. For everything. Try not to make things hard on Hideyoshi, alright?”

“Why, you almost sound like the Mother himself, little one.” Tapered digits reach for her face then, as if he means to trace her features. She thinks she catches the streak of something within gold eyes, almost… almost— 

“Continue as you are and I shall cut you down where you stand, Kitsune.”

Concentration shattered, the scent of  cherry blossoms and sake assails her senses before she feels the drape of a familiar arm around her, possessive in its hold as Kenshin catches her back against his chest.

Angling an inquisitive glance his way, she’s rendered speechless at the barely trapped frost that seeks to skewer as if by sheer will, within eyes— sapphire and emerald, edged to a dagger’s point.

The two men continue to stare at each other and she almost holds her breath at the unusual tension that pulls taut within the air. Opening her mouth to intervene in whatever it is she finds herself caught in, before Mitsuhide’s silken tones slice through the tightening pressure. “Ah. I see how it is. How utterly lucky for you, little mouse. It seems as if your favor is returned.”

“And plenty.” He adds, a corner of his mouth pulling into an enigmatic smile to catch the crush of Kenshin’s jaw, the hand he spots trembling to pull his sword free at his hip. Mitsuhide retreats a few stops before inclining his head at Kenshin in farewell. “The hour grows late. We must depart for Azuchi at dawn’s first light, so if you shall excuse me now.”

Affording one last glance her way, Mitsuhide melds one with the shadows; footsteps fading fast into the distance before all that drapes them is heavy silence, settling pregnant with questions unspoken deep within her heart. The steady movements of his firm chest with each breath, deep and reassuring against her back, the rhythm of his heart – she notices belatedly – setting back into rest. And yet, he does not release his hold on her.

A sigh rasps past his lips, scorching hot against her ear lobe, from where his mouth rests close. Always.Close yet not quite touching.

Before she hears the low, sonorous echo of his voice forming words her befuddled mind struggles to string into coherency until it does— “What must I do to make you mine?”

—and blanks.

The tip of her tongue traces the edge of her lips, once, twice in an effort to return much needed moisture. This careful game they’d been playing for the entirety of her stay here, his eyes speaking clear and yet, his feelings still so obscure. His heart hidden from sight, tucked away close where she couldn’t reach, it hurt her every time to have the man she loved pull away from her as if her touch itself were poison or perhaps his.

Kenshin moves away, the warmth of him leaving her back to engulf her hand, far smaller in his grasp as he urges her to her feet. “Come. I shall walk you back to your chambers.”

The warmth of her touch slips away from his grasp; Kenshin turning back to return to his own quarters, far colder for her loss— before those delicate fingers find their way onto his haori. Frail. Breakable.Just as the rest of her. “Kenshin. Won’t you come inside? I have… gifts for you too.”

A foolish decision, his mind derides as he finds himself seated in the comfort of her chambers. A place he too, finds relief in, despite never having stepped through her doors before.

The colorful varied fall of fabric designated to a corner of her room. Books she’d borrowed, perhaps off Sasuke, shelved neatly in place. One of such tomes placed upon her writing desk alongside her sewing implements. Threaded needles spilling from an overturned canister as if their owner had only just left and meant to return soon.

The scent of her as she bustles about the room: the cherries she so loves, and crisp fabric— commingles with an essence that’s just her.

Kenshin finds himself inhaling, slow and deep, as if to savor the scent of her within his lungs— just as she seats herself in front of him. The objects of her quest in hand, she places in between them.

Lifting each curious gift in turn, she begins to speak. “A polish for your blades. I asked Shingen for advice and purchased the most appropriate amalgam for swords in town.”

Her hands flit towards the second canister. “This one’s tea. A herbal concoction to be exact. I’m almost certain I got the proportions right. This should help you sleep easier at night.” She speaks as if she knows of the demons that plague the object of his nightmares. Except that now… instead of a young princess he’d failed to save from the dark gallows once upon a time, the burbling ghosts of his mind reach to tear into her now.

She trails off, even as her fingers reach for the last offering. “And this is—”

“Pickled plums.” Kenshin finishes. A feeling, so intense it almost knocks the breath from his lungs, takes over and sinks as he takes silent stock of her ‘gifts’. Each crafted and procured with careful thought, her desires in doing so almost impossible to ignore.

“Yes,” she nods, face blooming into a smile. “I know you don’t fancy tea much so I’d hoped to balance that bitter gift out by this one. You’ll be able to enjoy your sake with your favorite snack for the next, good while.”

She lifts her face, hope seeping into wide eyes until all Kenshin sees is how it takes her features in entirety. A wish, surely, he is the wrong person to ask for its fulfillment.

“I know these aren’t much but…”

“No.” An obscure emotion had begun to gain meaning once more, ever since her arrival. His heart a thing she seemed to hack the vines off of. A cage that had held it protected for so long. Numbed.

Yet, slow but sure, the chaffs shedding off of the past… useless to leave him unrestrained, it terrifies Kenshin to feel the burgeoning of this nameless bloom he cannot control. Almost as frenzied as the desire to spill blood in battle.

Ire and darkness manifesting in the possession he desires to have of her: mind, body and soul— the Kitsune’s face flashes through his mind then. Deliberate words, his eyes as they had settled upon her and appraised, almost fond. Hands that had reached for her. Hands he’d wanted to slice through for daring to.

A lump makes itself known heavy within his throat. “You are…” Sapphire and emerald; glittering edges as he ventures closer, as if a beast prowling toward the prey. But she does not cower, fragile digits reaching to snag against his clothes just as his catch against her cheeks, palms cupping around to feel their warmth. A deliberate, careful sweep of his thumb across her cheekbone sends the dark fan of her lashes trembling before they fall to shroud her gaze from sight.

Uncertainty knocking distant within his ears, he coaxes her eyes back to his, the frown he feels budding in between his brows, settling chaotic and needy to have her answers. “Why? What is the reason for your kindness? Why do you… ” unsettle my heart as you do?

A hand comes up to splay across his own, emotions he dare not decipher in that gaze, spilling forth on a murmured sound. “You know why… don’t you?”

Consternation deepens its hold across his features before Kenshin rasps out what he knows. What he has known for so long. His surrender leaving him on a wretched breath before he tightens his hold on her. “Push me away, struggle and run away if you must… if you do not want me, tell me now. Or else…”

I would not be able to contain myself once I have you.

I would not be able to let you turn back into the arms of a man you truly desire.

I would ruin us both before I’d ever let go.

Stop me. Despise me.

Her breaths tremble against his lips, the heat of a fire he’s ventured too close to. The slightest of brushes against his mouth as she leans in, flooding open the violent barrage of emotions he can no longer throttle, open mouth and tongue crushing against hers to swallow her staggered moans. Clawing at his shoulders in a bid to pull him closer, her desperation spurs his own vehement desires.

Dragging open the collar of her kimono to trace the rapid flutter of her pulse against a hot tongue, Kenshin’s teeth easily close around the tendon he finds straining against her neck and her head lolls back further in a shuddering whimper to feel the force of his manic desire. Her voice leaving her on a strangled sound of his name, eager fingers thread through his hair to tug and draw him back toward her mouth, open and wanting, unbearably hot; fleshing searing against flesh— the taste of her against his tongue inundating his senses far heavier than any liquor. “I have known what I’ve wanted and for so long. And I… I am afraid.”

Her eyes – hazed over with the burden of her want, brimming along with the love he sees set alight in them – meet his and hold. Her hands, ever so tender, his salve to wounds she uncovers afresh to let him see where he hurt…. and wanted for her— she traces his features as if she finds it a wonder to be holding him as she is now and the thought sends a fresh barrage of needles stinging through his heart. “If I have you now, I won’t ever be able to let go. I’ll restrict you; shackle you down until you’re sick and weary of me. And yet… I cannot make myself let go.” Kenshin moves forward, laying a delicate kiss against her lips.

“Then don’t, Kenshin. I don’t want you to.” His lips trace her features, committing to memory as she speaks. “The man I love cherishes me. I’ve always seen him strive for my comfort and my happiness.” A kiss he places against her brow, subdued tremors taking him at the intensity of his emotions. “You are worth far more than you give yourself credit for. You won’t hurt me, Kenshin.”

“Foolish woman… you don’t know that. You can’t.” A weary smile breaks across his face but it hurts her… he sees how it causes her expression to crumple in on itself. Taking his hand within hers, she guides his palm to rest above her left breast, her heart fluttering rapid beneath the touch of his hand.

Desire so acute, it almost hurts to hold back at the exhorting look she fixes him with, asking him to fall, let go. “This is yours. If you do not trust in my words, let me be here to show you how you honor me. Let me love you Kenshin… please. Let us be in this together. Let me be your support.”

Her arms coming around his back to hold and draw close. Undoing the barely held cascade of hunger and desire: for her heart, her body, all of her in its entirety… until Kenshin’s pressing her back onto the floor, his own form overwhelming her smaller, trembling one. Her chest heaves with her breaths, heavy and rapid as she reaches to pull back the rest of her kimono, finally bared before him.

A dark, foreign growl leaves the confines of his chest as Kenshin drives her legs apart before settling himself at her entrance. “I love you. I want you. Tell me to leave you now if you do not wish for me to go further.” A broad, quick stroke of his tongue against her swollen clit sets her quivering, her thighs tightening their hold against his head.

“I want you to go much, much further. I want you so much it hurts.”

The last of her words heard and acknowledged, Kenshin surrenders to the desire that rages and runs within his very marrow, for this woman as she twists beneath his grasp. Each shallow stroke of his tongue through her folds wrenching sounds from her he swears he shall never tire of. A kiss he places near the junction of her thighs before drawing flesh into his mouth to leave red blooming in its wake.

Her hips, as if of a mind of their own, lift and press against him, her moans and hands desperate as they work to drive him closer and Kenshin’s hands slip beneath her to anchor against his mouth, fingers pulsing into the flesh of her buttocks. Tongue slipping into her depths till she cries out with the intensity of the stimulation. 

Addiction rolls liquid heat in his veins to feel the clench of her deep within, gathering moisture onto an insatiable tongue. Drinking of her until she spills herself sweet against him.

Swiping a careful thumb against his lips before slipping the digit into his mouth, sucking, he gathers himself above her. The hard length of his cock dragging through her folds, coating himself in her essence before he presses in, groaning to feel the give of her wet flesh around him. Sinking deeper until she’s taken all of him up till the hilt. Kenshin reaches to find relief against her neck as he begins to move. Her fluttering walls; exquisite torture to leave him wanting to come undone in moments.  Just as she calls for him on withering cries he sends higher with each harsh swing of his hips against hers.

Over and over, until it feels his own body could mesh with hers, cock leaving the confines of her wet relief only to sink right back and it’s agony;Kenshin reaching to tug a pebbled nipple into his mouth, groaning as he worries gentle teeth against the puckered bed. Frenzied fingers reaching for the bead of pleasure at the apex of her thighs, pressing in to slide them down against the slick, gathering moisture, until he feels for the place he joins her in ecstacy.

Her insides clench around him to keep within her depths every time he withdraws and Kenshin moves to place his lips against her temple – a silent, whispered hope – trailing down toward her neck, lapping at the taste of the woman he knows he could never hope to have enough of.

For fear still held him captive within its jaws, his desire to protect her reigned stronger and as he feels the flood of her warmth, Kenshin, too, spills himself into her, binding her to him, repeating that thought over and over until one day he too finds it true:

She will not share the same fate as Isehime’s. I will protect her. She will not be Isehime.

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