This was suppose to be just some random piece I did but now I lowkey have an AU based on it where Shakespeare got trapped in a painting, everyone forgot him, and MC is the only one who can see him.
Sooo while doing the 50 first kisses event i just realised that Oliver has another 2 hats in his room. The black top hat from i can assume was from London and the other one is a newsboy hat.
And as a simp for Oliver I want to see him wearing that. I used my skill to simp over him….
The following story is a bit of fanfiction, involving the characters of Cybird’s Ikemen Sengoku: Romances Across Time.
Catch up with Part 1 Here | Part 2 Here | Part 3 Here
Part 3 continues with the adventures of:
Erathelyn Aeratanas (my half-elf OC) ~ The Clever Dual-Dagger Rogue
Mitsunari Ishida “Nari” ~ The Cheerful Bard
Ieyasu Tokugawa “Yasu” ~ The Snarky Archer & Medicine Man
Mitsuhide Akechi “Hide” ~ The Mysterious Shapeshifter
Masamune Date “Masa” ~ The Secretive (and cocky) Knight
He only thought that was a great escape plan. But tumbling through a window is not as simple as one might think.
“Ugh! Oof! Damn it!” He sputtered as his body hit the muddy ground and his cloak snagged on the windowsill. He managed to free himself and turned, wiping away the grime…only to be met with the tip of cold steel.
“Well, well, well…look what we’ve found boys. Our deserter making a break for it. You wouldn’t be thinking of running from your bill would you now?"
"Shit.” A curse slipped out as he recognized the guy from their little altercation in the alley not more than a few minutes earlier. He raised his hands in surrender and smirked, “Now now…no hard feelings huh? I mean, can you really blame a guy for being a little defensive when another man sneaks up on him while he’s taking a leak?”
Chuckles erupt from the four men behind the scowling one. He shot them glares and each buttoned up.
“You’re coming with us, deserter. There’s quite a bounty on your head. One I think we’d all like a piece of.”
//Really?…
“What’s it up to? 250 coins? 300?”
“225.” one of the other men chimed in, immediately receiving another silencing stare.
“That’s all? Hmm…that’s a shame.”
“Enough. Now are you going to come willingly or do we need to do this the hard way?” A smirk formed on the man’s face.
Masa internally rolled his eye and dropped his hands, “I’m sorry…”
“What?”
“I said, I’m sorry.” Masa’s smirk vanished and so did the man’s.
“For what?"
"For this.” It didn’t take much skill to incapacitate the five of them, but to do it with such ferocity and swiftness definitely was something extraordinary.
His face was known far and wide for being a deserter of the Royal Guard—a despicable, cowardly man who ran from his duties. None knew the truth. None knew how truly capable and masterful he really was. And he liked it that way.
Mounting his horse, he thought for a moment about catching up to those he’d fled from. But the sounds of alarm bells and shouts deterred any notion of actually doing so. He’d meet them…but not yet. First, he needed to get the hell out of Dern and round back for them. They’d been seen with him and word would spread. He wouldn’t leave them to the uncouth interrogation tactics of the village guards.
***
He’d lost them. At least for the time being. And in doing so, took to the shadows of the forest. It wasn’t long before he caught up to the four he’d been hired to work with. He watched as the men rode steadily by an ever-slowing half-elf that refused to take the offered hands of her travel companions, even though several were offered multiple times.
He liked her. She had spunk. Her fiery spirit belied her heritage and that set her apart in his eyes. Too many elves and humans born of high status chose to behave in such ways that made his blood boil. She may not have been nobility, but her elvish bloodline was enough to turn him off initially.
But her attitude towards Hide and her constant eye rolling and amused smirks directed at the elf made him see her differently.
As much as he wanted to see how far her agile feet would carry her, he could see the days of walking finally catching up to her—even from a distance. He spurred his horse forward and out of the shadows of the forest lining their southward trek.
He pulled the reins, stopping the horse just in front of her, and reached out a hand, “Climb on up. I promise to keep my hands to myself.” The charming smirk of his reappeared, only illuminated by the glow of the moon hanging high above.
Waiting for an acceptance—or refusal—was out of the question. His large hand curled around hers before anything could be said and he hoisted her effortlessly into the saddle before him. Both arms circled around her, one holding her close to his chest, and the other grabbing tight to the reins. His voice held a playful lilt to it as he whispered in her ear, “You’d better hold on. We have to move with haste.”
With a quick kick of his heels, his horse took off. He called over his shoulder with a chuckle, “Keep up gentlemen, unless you wish to spend your night in the cells of Dern.”
All three men looked at one another. Nari was the one to look back and see the glint of armor heading towards them.
