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Koihana Bakumeiroku Prologue: Chapter 1

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— *thud*

Someone’s hand sent me flying into the dense vegetation.

The dull pain that spread through my body caused me to groan in agony.

(Ouch…)

(My vision… is getting darker…)

As I was slowly losing consciousness, I felt my memories fading away.

Memories that were dear to me and I wanted to cherish forever.

Memories that were too painful to remember.

Even when I reached my hand out towards them, it didn't make them stay.

(All of them are disappearing.)

Giving up, I lowered my outstretched hand and slowly shut my eyes.

What kind of memory was the last one that came to my mind?

(Was it about my family? Or my companions?)

(Huh…)

(... Who am I?)

…

Rin: Wow…!

My eyes fixed onto the unfamiliar people and foreign-looking architecture.

Rin: This is Tokyo…!

Looking around, I felt both nervous and excited about the scenery I had never seen before in my life. It was completely different from the countryside I had previously lived in.

(Their clothes look very different from kimonos… these must be western-style clothing.)

???: …

(Uwah! Could that person be a foreigner?)

I was fascinated by the deep-set features of the red-haired person who looked different from the other people in the country.

(There’s so many kinds of people here…)

As I looked around the place curiously, a child who happened to pass by pointed at me.

???: Ahaha! That big sis over there is so strange, goggling around!

Rin: …!

(H-He’s laughing at me… . Right. I shouldn't be doing this right now.)

I gave myself a light slap in the face, reminding myself of the reason why I was there to begin with.

(I’m in Tokyo to search for what I lost.)

I lost something a long time ago.

And that was — the “memories” from my childhood until a few years ago.

I came to Tokyo in search of clues that could help me regain my memories, so that I could keep on living by myself.

I took a letter out of my bag and read the name and address written on it.

(This person is my one and only clue. It’d be great if I could meet them right away, but…)

(This is harder than I expected.)

On top of being in an unfamiliar land, Tokyo was going through a crucial period of change.

(My initial plan was to get around on my own, but this is harder to do than I had anticipated… should I ask that man over there for help?)

???: …

Rin: Excuse m—

The moment I took a step forward,

Rin: !

A man who looked like a samurai bumped into me.

Samurai Descendant: Oi! What the hell are you doing!?

Rin: I- I’m sorry. But it was you who bumped into me…

Samurai Descendant: Shut up! Hang on, you’ve got a rather lovely face… . I’ll forgive you if you put me in a good mood!

Rin: Stop!

The man violently grabbed my arm, and I reflexively tried to shake him off, but that only worsened my situation.

Samurai Descendant: Damn it, getting too cocky, aren't you!?

Rin: …!

In a fury, the man drew the sword on his waist and I pulled out the sword I had hidden in my bag.

Samurai Descendant: … Ah? A woman with a sword?

(Keep calm…)

(I don't have any real fighting experience, if he charges at me, I can just deflect his attack…)

I pulled myself together and faced him head-on.

In the midst of the tension, the man stepped forward and—

???: — Hold it.

I heard a dignified voice coming from somewhere.

Rin: Huh…

Before I knew it, a man stood close by me.

(Ah, isn’t this the man I tried to talk to just now…?)

When he saw my fighting stance, his eyes blinked in surprise.

???: That stance…

???: Are you from Aizu? No wonder you have such a strong look in your eyes.

(Aizu…?)

When I tilted my head in puzzlement upon hearing the name of an unfamiliar place, the man who looked like a samurai raised his voice.

Samurai Descendant: Who the heck are you!?

???: The Police.

Samurai Descendant: Wha…!?

The moment he heard that response, he immediately fled the scene.

???: There should be another police officer stationed over there…

???: Anyway, back to you.

The man turned to face me. Despite the unfriendliness in his tone, his face looked more gentle than I expected.

(Erm… he helped me, didn’t he?)

Rin: Um, thank you so much for helping me.

???: Don't mention it…

He looked down at my sword.

???: Why do you have a sword?

Rin: Uh… it’s a family heirloom.

???: A heirloom?

Rin: Yes. Something very precious my family left behind…

The man gave a slight nod in response.

???: … Nevermind. Anyway, are you from Aizu?

Rin: Huh?

(Come to think of it, he did mention “Aizu” just now…)

Rin: No, I’m not from Aizu.

???: … But your fighting stance tells me otherwise.

(What is he talking about…?)

No one taught me how to wield a sword.

I just naturally knew those moves, so I kept on practising them on my own.

(I thought they were unique to me, but could it be that I have connections to Aizu…?)

That was what I thought, but the man denied it.

???: … Nevermind. There are people who pick up some moves from masterless samurai. Sorry, don’t mind what I said.

???: But still… it felt nostalgic.

Rin: …?

I couldn't catch the words that followed as they were too faint.

???: … Sorry for holding you back. I know you’re from the countryside, so be careful while in Tokyo.

???: Moreover, there are many lawless people here.

???: Even though this country has been opened up to the world, it’s a rare sight for a woman to be carrying a sword, so it catches a lot of attention.

When I saw him turn to leave, it suddenly hit me.

(He’s said he’s from the police, that means he’s familiar with the area…!)

Rin: Um! I don’t know the way to…

???: The way?

Rin: Could you help me, if it’s alright with you? I just arrived in Tokyo today from the countryside.

???: … Yeah, sure.

When he saw the address written on the letter I showed him, he rubbed his chin and had a troubled expression.

???: It’s easy to get lost on your way to this place. I’d be glad to show you the way, but I don’t exactly have the time…

???: … No, scratch that. It’s better than leaving you here and having you potentially get into trouble again.

The man turned to look at me, seemingly having made up his mind.

And—

Saito: My name is Saito Hajime. I’m the captain of the Drawn-Sword Regiment in the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

Saito: Come with me. — We’re headed for the Meiji Government.

#koihana bakumeiroku #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #cybird x animate #koibaku prologue #niki translates

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dollerle · 5 years

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I started create some IkeSen anime version characters in my IG account (@tea_mitsuhide_ikesen) and starting today I will post on my IG acc some MEMES (funny things) from IkeSen, anime and others otome games ;) .

You can visit my account and check 4 mini animated warlords from IKEMEN SENGOKU! 😍

But I think that I will post it in her! 🥰

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yandere-romanticaa · 3 months

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Hi there can I have an enfp x ikemen prince match up? Thank you🦔

masterlist.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓:

𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒:

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄:

#ikemen prince #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen prince x reader #ikepri #ikepri x reader #enfp #anime x reader #anime x mbti #♥️ girlie says #🤍 anon asks

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do-mkokoro · 6 years

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sirius and lancelot

i could be wrong but there’s definitely something between these two

pls send help

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leonardhoee · 3 years

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A Rant About Ikesen’s Treatment of Motonari

I’ve been away from tumblr for a while but I had to come back for this.

So something I’ve noticed throughout playing Ikesen is the way that the game is very biased agains Motonari and I think it needs to be addressed because he is the only brown character and his portrayal is full of harmful stereotypes against brown men. I love this game but I haven't seen a single person acknowledge how badly Motonari is treated by the creators and the fandom as a result of that.

Also any racist comments will be blocked.

Possible route spoilers under the cut…

So lets start with the obvious, he is the only dark skinned character in Ikesen and when I first started playing I was so happy about that because finally (regardless of his ethnicity which honestly in this portrayal of him can be up for debate, I HC him as south East Asian) we are getting some representation. Throughout the game though I started noticing a lot of harmful stereotypes being thrown onto him that none of the other characters face.

Both him and Nobunaga are relatively misogynistic, I’m not denying that at all. However the way it is portrayed in their routes is very different. Nobunaga should in fact have sexual harassment charges, yet its romanticized repeatedly throughout his route. Motonari on the other hand treated MC as a possession the same way Nobunaga did, however he is shown as aggressive and scary as opposed to Nobunaga being shown as sexy and romantic.

There is also a difference in their respective CG’s

Motonari’s CG is shown much more threatening and aggressive than Nobunaga’s

That brings me to my next point. Every other antagonist so far is shown to have a gentle and redeemable side. Kenshin threatened to wage war on the whole country while keeping MC locked in a cell yet he is still shown to be gentle and romantic. Kennyo repeatedly kidnaps and threatens MC’s life in other routes yet he is shown as a gentle monk who just wants revenge for his fallen brethren. Why doesn't Motonari get that level of consideration and empathy? Why is he, the only brown man, shown as an aggressive two-dimensional brute in every single route that isn’t his own? And this is a harmful stereotype that shows itself in all kinds of media. Brown men are depicted as predatory and aggressive both in fiction and real life.

This leads me to his ethnicity (I’m only talking about Ikesen’s portrayal of Motonari, I am well aware he was a Japanese warlord irl). In his route there is a part where he is talking about slavery and colonialism. As a South Asian woman I completely understand his perspective and its what got me thinking about this subject in the first place.

This subject is clearly personal to him. These lines, the way he looks as opposed to the other characters, and the fact that he speaks Spanish (around this time period the Philippines were being colonized by Spain), leads me to head cannon him as South East Asian, specifically Filipino. However, historically, Motonari comes from a region of Southern Japan, which is known as Hiroshima today. Cybird meant to market him as Okinawan. A large part of the reason Motonari is being treated this way by Cybird stems from the fact that people from Okinawa face racism from mainland Japan. Considering the fact that this game was made in Japan, and knowing what we know about their history of colonization, racism, and east asian beauty standards revolving around colorism, I am honestly not surprised that Motonari is being portrayed like this.

Until now they just showed his reason for fighting the Oda to be “oh I just want to watch the world burn for no reason”. But no that’s not the reason. These lines. That’s the reason. A lot of the context behind those lines comes from the fact that comes from because people from mainland Japan treated Okinawan people as slaves. He doesn’t want to see another colonizer come into power. Sure he’s a bit of an extremist but historically people who have this ideology have always been portrayed as savage and barbaric and “against the betterment of society” (think Jet from atla or even Malcom x). It’s no different in ikesen. The devs are clearly villainizing this ideology. Let’s not forget the fact that irl Hideyoshi invaded Korea. And the fact that anime and otome games are part of Japan’s way of erasing their war crimes and rebranding themselves to the rest of the world. It’s blatantly obvious here with the way they’re villainizing Motonari for having a perfectly valid reason to fight the Oda. If Japan stays divided they can’t invade and colonize other countries like the Philippines can they? Anti-colonialism = bad.

Lastly I want to talk about how they downplayed his abilities as a leader and a warlord in his own right. In all the other routes he is depicted as less educated and frankly “dumb”, and it shows itself in his speech patterns too. Compared to Nobunaga and Mitsuhide, Motonari’s speech is stereotypically “less educated” and “lower class”. Yet he is just as much of a leader as any of the other warlords. However instead of acknowledging that, the game chooses to focus on his crimes and behavior as a pirate, instead of his role as the head of the Mouri clan.

At one point Kicho even compares his intelligence to a fifth grader which just rubs me the wrong way because lets take a moment to actually look at Motonari’s abilities. He is multilingual, has knowledge of global politics and economics, is an amazing businessman, and extremely analytical. He is literally known as the God of Decit, yet I did not hear that name once until his route came out. His strategies are good enough to be called a god, yet that is completely buried in the other routes in order to simplify his character into a trigger happy psychopath and a violent brute. He is just as smart as Nobunaga yet he is not given the credit he deserves.

Both Motonari and Nobunaga are extremely similar yet because of the horribly biased portrayals, Motonari is one of the least popular characters whereas Nobunaga is the second most popular. It makes me angry to see people in the fandom choosing to blindly hate Motonari without recognizing the fact that this stems from a frankly racist portrayal of an extremely intelligent and powerful character. Although truthfully, I blame the devs because if they had given his character even half the consideration and depth the others got, this would not be the case.

You can disagree with me if you want. I am simply bringing attention to something I haven’t seen being addressed.

I hope in future routes, events, and sequels he is treated better by the devs and and the fandom. Please stop projecting racist stereotypes onto brown men.

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echigo-empress · 3 years

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Why I hate the English MC (Pt. 2)

Disclaimer: I’m still not used to using Tumblr, so please forgive me if I’m not using this platform, or its features, the way everyone else does. I’m just hoping to express my often locked-away thoughts and feelings with like-minded people, and had the courage to do so, after seeing validating posts from a few precious people. If you don’t like what you see, please exit. Thank you.

To start: I hate Ikemen Sengoku’s main character (MC).

If you “adore” her the way many Reddit fans do, please stop reading and go away. 走开。你说什么东西，我都不会听。

I do not know if she is equally unpleasant in other routes (since she was already unpleasant enough in Hideyoshi’s), so I’ll be basing my words off Uesugi Kenshin’s route. I was hesitant to share my honest description of her, which is: She is too American to be likeable for my taste.

But then I realized there is some validity in the American tag. Let me break down some reasons why I hate her:

She is rude.

She is obnoxious.

She uses a lot of American English slang that I’m not sure American players are even aware are region-specific to the U.S. e.g. “big ole guy” “because reasons” Who says these things in real life? Do you hear other English speakers using such terms? Huge other rant I am not talking about today, but related: Anime translators and subbers who use too many American English or Americanized words, piss me off. Newsflash: English is not only spoken in the U.S., it is widely spoken and taught across the world. Just because someone selects ‘English’ as a language, does not automatically mean they are culturally American, or that they even speak American English. British English came first. There are so many people who are billingual, trillingual, and more (e.g. Germany, Belgium, Italy, South Korea etc.), choosing to converse in ‘English’ has many reasons that may not always be tied to someone’s identity or even citizenship. This is probably a fault of Cybird’s team, but how they even thought this was okay, acceptable, is beyond me. It proves to me just how small-minded, presumptuous, and maybe even racis-... they are.

She has a bad attitude. Oh, I could wax lyrical about this. Despite the player’s obvious choice in Kenshin, her attitude towards him remains cynical, cold, mistrusting, and frankly, nonsensical. It makes their romance feel unnatural, and jarrs the reader from fully immersing themselves in the game world. The player’s in-game word choices are bad (imo), but the follow up lines in the route are often straight up confusing, as if the translators only rewrote the MC’s lines, and altered Kenshin’s answers to fit her dissociative identity disorder tendencies (read: split-personality disorder)

It got to the point (Chapter 5) that I was starting to look for a way to switch the language to Chinese, or Japanese, within the game settings, and didn’t find any. Anything but to read one more word of her prejudiced and judgemental drivel. I had a feeling that the English version was terribly bastardized, and salvation and sanity returned when I found this affirmative post.

Even though this American girl MC was someone (I felt) was the opposite of me. And it’s hard for me to consume media with an unlikeable/unrelatable protagonist. I struggled through. I tolerated her, even though this was supposed to be a game about me x Uesugi Kenshin, because I fell in love with him. And made this blog.

And overnight (or rather, over Chapter 8), my heart shattered into a million pieces. Because, here’s the last, but possibly most important point:

She discriminates against people with depression. I would share the screenshot, but I was so heartbroken that I didn’t take one of that scene. Where she not only expresses 0 compassion for Isehime’s depression and suicide... but goes on to say something like ‘I will never be like Isehime. I will always fight to live, and I will behave differently; I’m nothing like her.’

Let’s unpack everything that’s wrong with that in the next post.

Chapter list of Probably quit Ikemen Sengoku because I hate the English MC/Uesugi Kenshin’s route series:

Part 1: Why I chose Uesugi Kenshin’s route

Part 2: Why I hate the English MC/Uesugi Kenshin’s route (we here now)

Part 3: Depression, Trauma, History, and encouragement for other fans who might feel the same way

Part 4: Probably Quitting Ikemen Sengoku / Should I finish it?

Part 5: The Chinese version of Ikemen Sengoku / 美男战国 | 美男戰國

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku kenshin #uesugi kenshin #kenshin uesugi #i hate the mc #otome game

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altair-light · 2 years

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I love Chevalier for many reasons!

While I'm at it (IkePri x Classic anime throwbacks), when everyone else can't help but compare Chevalier to other Ikemen/Cybird characters, I was strongly reminded of these characters who left a deep impression on me while reading Chevalier's route.

It's not Kenshin or Nobunaga I see everytime I look at Chevalier but these guys:

(my age is showing, lol)

1. Shi Senka (Sainkoku Monogatari):

THE one and only Emperor Senka - ruthless, merciless in battle, but extremely talented. He ended the hundred years of war in Saiunkoku. The only emperor whom the Purple Immortal deemed worthy of serving after Sou Gen (the founder of Saiunkoku). Also, like Chev, Shi Senka only loved and cared for one woman in his lifetime.

2. Treize Khushrenada (Gundam Wing):

The charismatic leader who defied absolute pacifism and led the Earth sphere to war against space colonies. Many soldiers died but Treize considered it a noble and inevitable sacrifice. Chev legit gave me Treize flashbacks (the goosebumps) in that climactic scene where he confessed to Belle that he memorizes the names of Rhodolite soldiers who died in battle to carry their legacy. That was SO TREIZE, in an iconic GW episode.

Also, Lady Une (whom Teize loved) somewhat resembles Belle IMO. They sort of look alike, but Belle's design is much softer and younger.

3. Charioce XVII/Chris (Shingeki no Bahamut: Virgin Soul):

Ruthless king who could sacrifice anything for his goal. He valued results over the means. No time for bullshit. He wanted to dominate the three realms who was trying to oppress his kingdom (the human realm). The only king who had that big of a vision.

Same sassy energy. Same black FLUFFY cape. Sexy and dangerous, with a hidden gentle side. Like Chev, his emotions or "human" side was drawn out by only one girl... AND dancing was also their thing. Their story ended with a romantic dance. 💕

These guys had no hesitation going to war. They were ruthless. But it's not like they went to war simply because they enjoyed killing. They had a bigger purpose/goal for going into battle, the war was a means to an end. And they have a soft spot for only one woman.

Also, another resemblance: lots of people want them dead 🤣

#ikemen prince #chevalier michel #anime throwbacks #ikepri chevalier

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fandom-collective-writers · 4 years

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Stupid (Shaw x MC)

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Shaw x MC

Prompt: lost in the woods, ghost stories

Warning: Smut!!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 5,227

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsister/@lordsisterxotome (Click here to support me on ko-fi!<3)

Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Love Queen’s Choice or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Other notes: I meant to post this a few days ago, buuuttt life happens. I got caught up doing all the major work for a group project and then I was too exhausted to write at night.

“Stupid Shaw with his stupid ghost stories and stupid voice and stupid handsome face and-” Streams of confused insults muttered past her lips as MC continued to stomp down the trail, a mantra to ward off the instinctual anxiety rising in her chest. Why had she ever agreed to come up here with him? Oh yeah, because she was weak for that voice he used when he teased her. She could see him in her mind’s eye right now, that smirk and those glittering golden eyes as he accused her of being too scared to go up the haunted mountain in the middle of the night. Why, oh why, did she have to be so easily persuaded?

Shaking her head, MC wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in the light coat she had decided to wear. She’d chosen it in favor of looking cute rather than taking a more practical coat for the chilly autumn night, pairing it with a button-up, skirt, and thick leggings. Yet another stupid decision on her part. Always so, so stupid when it came to him. Shaw hadn’t even noticed what she was wearing, only rolling his eyes and complaining about her being late

Now she just wanted to go home and wrap herself up in a blanket burrito, smothering all the pain and heartache away with fleecy softness and too much ice cream. If only she could find the end of the trail then it wouldn’t be far to the bus stop at the foot of the mountain, and then she could start to pretend that she hadn’t left her heart further up the mountain, in the hands of a boy who cared nothing for it except as a toy to amuse himself with for a time.

A gasp escaped her lips as her foot skidded on a slippery part of the trail, the sound too loud in the eerie stillness of the forest. Thus far, she’d managed to keep her fear at bay, held back by the anger burning in her chest and the uncomfortable heat prickling at the corners of her eyes. It was easy to ignore the tales of tragedy and bloodshed that Shaw had told her made this mountain famous when she felt she could have wrestled a bear and won through sheer fury. Now though that energy was starting to wear off, the back of her neck prickling and her mind confusing the sound of her own heartbeat pounding in her ears for the rustle of things lurking in the bushes.

Taking deep breaths and forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other, MC tried to reason with herself. Ghosts weren’t real, she and Shaw were the only ones on the mountain, and the bus stop wasn’t far. But she had seen too many crime cases from late night crime shows to feel at ease in the woods in the middle of the night. Not when she was basically setting herself up to be shanked or kidnapped or any number of horrible things. It was different when she was with Shaw; he had his evol to protect them, but she didn’t have anything to defend herself with, hadn’t even thought about it when she had stormed away from him and left him at the top of the mountain to do god knows what.

It didn’t help that it seemed the weather was taking a turn for the worse. When they had arrived, it had been a clear night, the light of the moon and stars plenty to see by, but storm clouds had started rolling in soon after their fight, the rumbles of thunder increasing with each passing minute and threatening to open up on her.

It seemed like she was making nothing but bad decisions tonight. Great.

Another few minutes of walking and the anxiety in MC’s chest only grew. She should have reached the end of the trail by now. Had she managed to take a wrong fork in the path somewhere? Followed another trail she hadn’t noticed when they were walking up the mountain?

A knot was rising in her throat, but she swallowed, forcing her panic back down even as her steps quickened. She hated that she had put herself in this situation, that she’d been dumb enough to get lost, but more than that she hated herself for wanting Shaw in this moment. Deep in her heart, all she wanted was his bold, smirking presence at her side, guiding her along with playful words that sent sparks through her chest and made her smile despite herself. She wanted the feeling of safety he brought when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, when he looked at her like they had some shared secret only they knew.

Maybe she regretted yelling at him a little bit, but it was nothing he didn’t deserve after the non-stop teasing and mocking she’d received since the start of the evening. Usually MC could handle his snark, but something in her had snapped tonight, overwhelmed and embarrassed at having her feelings made a joke by this man. It made her feel foolish for ever letting herself be intrigued by him in the first place. She wanted to think she had better self-preservation than that when Shaw’s entire demeanor screamed bad boy trouble.

‘Forget it! It’s over; I hate you!’ The look on his face when she’d said those words though-

Wait.

Her steps stopped abruptly, sending a slight scattering of loose dirt and stones down the slope of the trail.

She’d broken up with him? Vaguely the words cycled through her mind, the argument sparked by a jab too far from Shaw replaying in hurtful loops. In her angered haze, she hadn’t realized she’d said those words and now she was paying the price, her hand reaching to grip her shirt above her aching heart, heavy with fresh pain. Panic choked her soft whisper of his name, the tears rising so suddenly that a couple slipped down her cheeks. Squeezing her eyes shut, MC took deep breaths, shaking away the momentary hysteria and biting back the sobs and whimpers that threatened to escape.

As much as she hated to consider it...maybe it was for the best. Whatever Shaw felt for her, it wasn’t nearly what she felt for him. Once upon a time, she had been attracted to that nonchalant, sassy attitude; it had been refreshing, heart-pounding. Now it only served to make her doubt herself, planting insecurities in her mind about things she’d once felt confident about and making her wonder if she wasn’t worth the effort of a real relationship.

Maybe this was a good thing, a signal that she needed to take a step back and take a look at herself and the person she’d become by committing to this relationship. Would she like that person? Or would she realize just what a mistake it had been to follow the boy with lavender hair and smelled of storms and faint cigarette smoke? Could she return to the person she had been before him?

As great as it was to be coming to these realizations in the woods in the middle of the night, a sudden snap from nearby reminded her that she could soul-search just as well from the safety of her apartment where there were locked doors. She startled, breath catching in her chest as a cold sweat broke out on her back. Every instinct was telling her to run and stay put at the same time, heart pounding in her ears even as she listened for movement, wide eyes straining through the gloom in vain.

What was probably only a few seconds felt like hours as she waited for something to jump out at her. Maybe it was just an animal? Yeah, an animal would make sense. Please, please, please just be an animal.

The rustling came again, louder this time, and MC decided she didn’t want to stick around to find out if it really was an animal or not. Her feet slid over the loose dirt and rocks as she flew down the trail, fueled by fear and adrenaline. Rushing and thumping filled her ears, creating unseen, unheard pursuers in her mind as she ran faster, nearly tripping on exposed tree roots and tumbling down the path in her haste.

A face appeared in her mind’s eye, a familiar sharp chin, smirking lips, and teasing eyes making her heart and soul cry out for the one person she wished was here right now. What if she never saw him again? Never sorted things out? Had he ever cared for her as she cared for him?

She could feel the presence closing in at her back now, legs pumping harder despite the burn in her muscles. One name came to her, waiting to be screamed as she opened her mouth. A hand wrapped around her wrist, her feet scrabbling as she was pulled back abruptly, and her shriek of her lover’s name echoed through the trees, clawing at her attacker with her free hand as she struggled. Every nerve in her body was alight with fear, not even bothering to take a look at her pursuer as she aimed for eyes, throat, ears, anywhere that might distract them enough to release her and give her enough time to escape.

“MC!!”

She froze at the sound of her name spoken in her ear, trembling as she finally opened eyes she hadn’t realized she’d closed and looked up into the face of the man holding her.

“It’s me. Just me. Relax.”

Even in the dark, he was so close she could make out his wide eyes, shining with an emotion she couldn’t place, at least on his face. The warmth of his body radiated against hers as he tugged her closer, a familiar mix of ozone and smoke filling her nose.

“S-Shaw?” she whispered shakily, legs beginning to tremble. Her heart was still pounding too fast in her chest, but the panic was already starting to dissipate, leaving relief in its wake.

“Yeah, it’s me, baby. Shh, I’ve got you now.”

She let him pull her shaking form into his arms, sagging against his chest as he tucked her head under his jaw. “Shaw.” His name was all she could think to say, her mind scrambled as her fingers reached to curl into the soft leather of his jacket. “Shaw!”

“I know,” he sighed, and she thought she could feel him trembling a little too, but he pulled away before she could be sure. He frowned as he looked at her, a strange, wavering annoyance written across his face. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, not trusting herself not to sob if she opened her mouth.

“Good.” His grip on her shoulders tightened and a second later he was shouting, shaking her. “What were you thinking, dumbass?! Running away from me in the middle of the night! How stupid can you get?!”

She flinched, stuttering his name before he cut her off with a, “Shut up!”

“Did you ever think about what could have happened if I hadn’t found you? Huh?!”

“N-No, but-”

“Of course you didn’t! You never think about the danger you put yourself in! You just waltz right in and cause trouble for everyone else in the process!”

Gritting her teeth, MC began to struggle in his hold, his fingers digging too tight into her arms. The relief she had felt at his arrival disappeared under a wave of anger rising from the pit of her stomach, bringing enraged tears to her eyes as she placed her hands against his chest and pushed. “Let go of me, Shaw!”

“Why?” he scoffed at her attempts to break his hold. “So you can go tumbling down the mountain and break your neck? So you can fall right into some pervert’s campsite?”

“So what?!” She struggled harder, cursing the way her bottom lip trembled and her voice broke. Glaring him in the eye, she spat, “Like you would even care!”

Above, lightning cracked across the sky, followed a second later by booming thunder.

With a snarl, Shaw dove down to catch her lips in a hard kiss, a shiver traveling down her spine as his breath fanned across her face. He was so close now she could see in his eyes all the emotion he’d tried so desperately to hide, all his pain and fear clear in their amber depths.

“How dare you act like I wouldn’t,” he breathed against her lips, and even though he wasn’t shouting anymore, the intensity and sincerity with which the words were spoken was enough to rattle everything she had believed he’d felt about her.

“Never, ever run away from me like that again.” His hand traveled up her arm, rough as it smoothed across her shoulder and up her neck before cradling her cheek in his palm. “Never say those words to me again.” His voice was tight, choked, and she winced when his forehead knocked against hers. “You have no idea how I felt.”

“Shaw?” She licked her lips, not missing the way his eyes dropped to the movement. “Were you-?”

“No!” he answered, too quickly, too harshly, catching his lip between his teeth as he half-glared at her, relief and need eroding the anger and exasperation he was desperately trying to hold on to. “Shut up!” His mouth slammed against hers again, his tongue diving between her parted lips to dominate her mouth.

MC could barely keep up as he backed her against a tree, a flurry of teeth and tongue and hands. Automatically, she tried to kiss him back, but she was so conflicted right now she could barely manage to slant her lips against his properly, her gasps of his name cut off in his unrelenting assault on her mouth.

His knee moved between her legs, parting them, and she gasped, jerking, when his fingers reached under her skirt and stroked her through the crotch of the thick tights she was wearing. Her body thrilled at the unfamiliar touch, arousal beginning to dampen her panties, but disquiet still gnawed at the back of her mind, making her reluctant to give in to his ministrations. Instinctively, she tried to shy away from the touch, but Shaw’s arm around her waist held her pinned against him, unable to do much more than squirm as his strokes turned harder, more insistent.

They had never been physical before. Sure, he’d teased her, making her blush with his implied indecencies, but they had never gone farther than kissing and the occasional grope from Shaw at inappropriate moments. He had never done anything that pushed her to sleep with him or made her feel uncomfortable, and she’d appreciated him for that as she herself didn’t have anywhere near the experience he undoubtedly did, but it was all too easy to let feelings of being unwanted, of being unattractive, grow and wrap their sharp thorns around her heart and mind whenever she saw him flirting with other women, his hands on their waists or too close to the short hems of their dresses. It made her doubt whether they were ever really a couple to begin with or if it was just her own innocence and foolishness making her get ahead of herself.

For so long, she’d thought he hadn’t wanted her, hadn’t cared for her, and those negative feelings had overflown tonight, but now she didn’t know what to think.

Grabbing the hand that had left her covered core in favor of slipping beneath her blouse, she managed to say, “Shaw, wait, what are you-?”

“I need to feel you,” he actually pleaded, surprising her with the desperation in his tone. Releasing his jacket, MC took his face in her hands, making him look at her as she brushed his hair out of his eyes. Those gorgeous golden pools that had entranced her so many times shone suspiciously now as he looked at her like it would be the last time he ever saw her, drinking in her features with an intensity that took her breath away. “Please,” he whispered. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out as she watched the panic flare openly in his gaze, his breath catching in a small gasp.

It shook her more than anything to see the boy she loved like this, her heart wanting nothing more than to wrap herself around him and take back all of her harsh words, to promise to never run from him again and give him everything he wanted, even though her mind was more reluctant.

Biting her lip, she nodded. She couldn’t kid herself that she hadn’t wanted him. Whatever happened after this, whatever they were after this, she would deal with it and try not to regret it in the long run.

Shaw’s eyes closed and his head dropped to her shoulder as he sighed, “Thank you.” Her hands reached to comb soothing fingers through his hair, but she yelped, her grip tightening on the locks, when his teeth suddenly sunk into the side of her neck, abusing and sucking the skin as his grip around her waist tightened.

Calloused fingers made her shiver as they brushed the soft skin of her stomach, traveling up her ribcage and leaving goosebumps in their wake. A second later the appendages found the edge of her bra and slipped beneath without an ounce of hesitation to fondle the soft flesh of her breast, teasing the nipple with cold fingers. Mewling, she squirmed and arched into him as his touch sent pangs of heat straight to her core, trying and failing to close her legs around his knee.

“Does that feel good, baby?” Shaw whispered hotly against the soft spot beneath her ear, his tongue dragging against the edge of her jaw. The soft, scared boy that had clung to her a moment ago had disappeared, buried beneath lust and need and a fighting attitude, and the change startled MC for a heartbeat before she realized it just made her want to embrace him more, take in both the vulnerable Shaw and the egotistical Shaw.

“Yes!” she admitted, whimpering when his hand left her breast only to screech a moment later his hands gripped the edges of her blouse and tore it apart, buttons landing somewhere in the grass. “Shaw!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he said offhandedly, before hooking his thumb under the center of her bra and tugging it up over her breasts. She gasped as they spilled into the cool night air, nipples hardening immediately, and moved to cover herself, but one of Shaw’s hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Don’t hide from me,” he chided, glinting eyes sinful as they peered up at her from her heaving breasts. “Your body is going to know me and me alone by the time I’m finished.”

A cry left her lips, too loud in the quiet of the forest, as his hot mouth encased a nipple, his free hand busying itself with its twin as he moaned and sucked and rolled the bud between his teeth and tongue. She had never felt anything like it before, the sensation heady and addictive, and she bucked against his knee when it moved up to make contact with her crotch. The heat growing in the pit of her stomach made her long for him and she wanted more.

“Mmm, you’re so responsive to me,” Shaw hummed against her breast, now wet with his saliva. She squeaked when his hand gave the opposite breast a harsh squeeze, glaring down at him as he chuckled, “So cute.”

Whining his name, she ground against his knee as he moved it over her clothed core again, desperate for some kind of friction no matter how muffled. She had already soaked through her panties, leaving the cotton to rub against her sensitive folds uncomfortably with each drag of his knee.

“Shaw, please!” she urged, tugging him up by his lapels for a messy kiss.

He smirked against her lips, more of his usual cockiness returning. “Please what?” he asked too innocently, punctuating his words with a nip to her bottom lip. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Half-pouting, half-glaring, she bit her lip, little tears of pleasure beaded at the corners of her eyes. He seemed taken aback a little, eyes widening as he looked away from her and clicked his tongue. She couldn’t make out the pink spreading across his cheeks in the dark. “Fine! I’ll take pity on you tonight, but don’t expect mercy from me next time,” he grumbled.

MC blinked. There was going to be a next time? She didn’t have time to dwell on that little note any longer as his hand released her wrists and moved to the crotch of her tights. A low whistle reached her ears as he took in the mess she’d made on his pant leg, a wet patch on the dark material.

“Shit,” he cursed lowly, feeling his cock jump within the confines of his pants. “You’re so fucking wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.”

“D-Don’t - SHAW!” she screamed as he tore her tights open, outraged that he’d ruined yet another piece of her clothing in the same night. “Why do you keep ruining my clothes?!”

“You don’t need them right now,” he shrugged, licking his lips. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll make sure to take your mind off it.”

“But - hah!” Her protests cut off when he tugged her panties aside to stroke two fingers through her wet folds. Throwing her head back at the contact, she ground her hips into his hand, clapping a hand over her mouth to contain the embarrassing noises that threatened to escape.

“It’s so dark, but I can see you glistening,” Shaw murmured, his voice awed and teasing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him glance up at her, shocked by the raw hunger and lust in his gaze. “Go ahead and try to stay quiet, I dare you. I’m going to make you scream for me.”

She cried into her palm as a digit sunk inside of her, the sensation foreign and strange but not entirely unpleasant. Her velvet walls clenched around the intrusion, the calloused pad reaching deeper than her own fingers ever could. Despite the strangeness of it, it did little to quell the need suffusing her body, only succeeding in fanning the flames of her longing for more of him.

“So tight around just one finger,” he hummed, letting her bury her free hand in his disheveled hair as he started to thrust the digit in and out of her. “Too tight...Don’t tell me you’re still a virgin?”

Her eyes widened, jaw opening and closing a couple of times in broken answers before she huffed and looked away from the lengthening smirk on his face, her cheeks hot.

“You want me to take your first time out here in the middle of the woods?” She didn’t dare look at him for fear her heart might give out at the sheer sin painted across his face. His grip on her thigh tightened, another finger joining the first and making her shudder. “You want to lose your innocence to someone like me?”

“Shaw, please-!” she whimpered, voice trembling as it became ever harder to stay quiet.

“Answer me, love. How many times have you thought of me taking you like this, fucking you on my fingers?”

“I...mm...I don’t know!”

“Do you want my cock? Want me to make you come apart on my dick?”

“Yes! God, yes!” Her hand dropped away from her mouth in favor of joining the other already tangled in his hair, forcing him to look up at her as she pleaded, “Please, Shaw! Please, please fuck me!”

Surging up, he captured her lips in a heady kiss, passionate and needing but not without a surprising edge of tenderness. Thus far, his affections had been wild, frantic, almost as if he was afraid she would change her mind and push him away. Now, MC realized how wanted she felt, heart warm in her chest.

She peeked down curiously as she felt him shuffle against her, a shiver of excitement traveling down her spine as she heard the jingle of his belt being undone. It was hard to see in the dark and with his mouth still hungrily devouring hers, but she felt the weight of his erection spring up against her hip, another wave of arousal soaking her folds as her lover moaned at the friction and ground against her.

They broke away from the kiss panting, a string of saliva connecting swollen lips, and she watched through half-lidded eyes as he slipped a condom out of his pocket. He wasted no time in tearing the package open and rolling the rubber over his straining length, ignoring her wide, questioning gaze as he straightened and hoisted her leg over his hip. She squeaked at the feeling of his cock sliding through her wet folds, hot and hard as the tip caught on her neglected clit. The pleasure it sent through her was intense, nearly sending her into a mini-climax as she whined and clawed at him.

“Are you ready?” he murmured, mouthing at the marks he’d left on her neck to distract her from the press of the engorged head at her entrance.

Swallowing, she nodded. “Yes.”

She felt him take a deep breath and a heartbeat later she gasped as the head of his cock burrowed inside of her, her body tensing at size of the intrusion, so much bigger than his fingers. Shaw groaned into the crook of her neck, fingers digging into her hips to resist the urge to simply hilt himself roughly inside of her. “You have to relax, baby girl.”

“Trying-!” she squeaked, burying her face deeper into his shoulder.

“Look at me, love,” he murmured into her ear after a second. Tilting her head back against the tree trunk, she felt her heart stutter at the raw look in his eyes, more love and wild protectiveness there than she had ever thought possible for him. “I’m going to imprint myself inside of you,” he promised, tone too sweet for the filth of his words. “Going to drill into this tight little pussy until no other man can ever satisfy you.”

His lips fell upon hers, swallowing her pained whimper as he finally pushed passed her maidenhead and forced his way deeper into her tight heat until he had bottomed out. Shaw kissed away the few tears that escaped her tightly shut eyes, staying perfectly still despite the raging urge in his lower gut to fuck her raw until she was ruined for all other men.

The pain of having her hymen broken and the stretch of his impressive girth inside her created a throbbing burn deep in her stomach, nearly enough to make her push him away, but she endured it in favor of the underlying pleasure she could sense beneath the discomfort, a bubble rapidly expanding as her body accepted him.

“So fucking tight,” he hissed, panting. “I’m going to lose control sooner than you’re ready for if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“Please…!” The leg over his hip pulled him closer, her hands clutching him tighter. The pain had all but disappeared now, leaving sheer need for him in its place. “Please, move!”

Shaw didn’t need any further encouragement, nor did he start out slow. Pulling back until only the tip was left inside of her, he slammed back in hard, drawing a scream from her as electric pleasure raced throughout her body, suffusing each cell. Her hips moved to meet his thrusts, trying to reciprocate, but he shoved her back against the tree, leaving her helpless to do much more than writhe against him as he continued to pound into her.

The grunts and growls that fell from his lips warmed her skin as he panted into her neck, making her weak and threatening to send her crumpling between him and the tree trunk. Before she could though, his hand wrapped around her other thigh, hoisting both legs around his waist now. His thrusts intensified, turning feral as her fingers clawed at him through the thick fabric of his jacket and he hit deeper, dragging against her walls with each ferocious drive into her dripping core.

His lips captured hers in a messy kiss, swallowing her mewls and cries as he pressed closer, working his cock even deeper inside of her. “Don’t go,” he panted, moving to kiss her again. That uncharacteristic vulnerability was back, making his voice raw, hoarse, and it gave her pause in the throes of her pleasure, shaky fingers moving to brush his cheeks. “You can’t go.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but a hard grind to her clit left her incoherent, unable to form the words to reply on her tongue. Her mind was beginning to fuzz over, turning white at the edges.

“Promise!” he cried, demanding and pleading all at once as his grip on her tightened. “Promise you won’t go!”

“I-I promise! Ahh!! Oh god, Shaw! I’m-!” She screamed his name as her orgasm washed over her, enveloping her in mind-numbing pleasure as she spasmed around his plunging cock. The intensity had her scrabbling her purchase, legs wrapping tighter around him for some kind of stability.

He wasn’t far behind. With a few more frantic thrusts into her, Shaw groaned, a bead of sweat dripping down his temple as his body shuddered and he released into the condom. Still entwined, they sank to the ground together, mixed up in each other’s climax and unable to let go even if they wanted to.

MC didn’t know what to say now, how to put the feeling of how full her heart felt into words. So instead she took to caressing the porcelain skin of his face in her hands, kissing his closed eyes, the corners of his lips. She was surprised when the stroke of her thumbs across his cheek bones came away damp.

Heartbeats passed and he pulled back, flaccid cock slipping out of her. She stared at him as he shuffled, disposing of the condom and tucking himself back into his pants. What happened now?

“Come on,” he grunted, offering her a hand up on shaky legs. He pulled her along a few steps, stumbling after him, before kneeling and grabbing her by the backs of her knees, pulling her onto his back.

“Where are we going?” she whispered, afraid to break this sense of intimacy that remained even despite the growing awkwardness of the situation.

“I’m taking you back to my place so we can do it again,” he said, turning to look at her from the corner of one amber eye. “You deserved better than to have had your virginity taken in the middle of the woods.”

Biting back the idiotical wide grin that threatened to take over her face, MC buried her face against his shoulder and nodded. Maybe all the decisions she’d made concerning him weren’t so stupid after all because she knew that she would move heaven and earth for this boy, no matter what came between them.

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