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SLBP Fluff - Mitsunari/MC
Just some fluff inspired by the recent Lover's Handbook SE, in which MC temporarily rescues a cat and names it Sakichi. @voltagefandomproject
It isn't fair.
Ishida Mitsunari has never, until this point, had any particular faith in the fairness of the universe. His life, he believes, has been a solid argument for the general hostility and unfairness of the universe. But at this moment, watching that damn cat nuzzle at her chin, all he knows is jealousy. It should be him rubbing against her soft skin. That joyful smile belongs to him, not a stray feline that leaves hair in his futon and scratches in the tatami.
The fact that she's named it Sakichi is just rubbing salt in the wound.
And so, he thinks as he watches them from the doorway: it's not fair.
The grumbling sigh that escapes him attracts the attention of both of these nuisances. Sakichi-the-cat leaves her to come lean up against Mitsunari's hakama, leaving a pale grey trail of fur along his dark hakama. His breath leaves in a disgruntled hiss, and he ignores the rippling giggle as he stomps into the hall.
He regrets his surliness later, after Sakichi has been delivered to his new home. Her smile is not quite so joyous and Mitsunari doesn't know how to comfort her. It's clear she misses the cat.
He taps at her bedroom door that evening. Her lamp is still lit, and he can see her faint shadow moving through the paper screens. Her head snaps up and she hurries to open the door.
"Lord Mitsunari!" Her face is a picture of surprise. She steps back to let him in. He enters and sweeps his gaze around the room. Her futon is laid out and he can still see remnants of grey hair on the bedclothes. He feels his eyebrows draw together and her gaze follows his.
"Oh." She smiles ruefully. "I'm sorry. I couldn't bear to wash away the last memory of Sakichi yet."
"Foolish. That cat will have forgotten you by his first meal with those people." She flinches, and he mentally kicks himself. He’s come here to make her happier, not drive her further into melancholy.
She doesn’t notice his internal struggle. Her hands come up to clasp her elbows and she shakes her head. “I know you’re right, Lord Mitsunari.” She offers him a weak smile.
The dimming of her usual glow aches in his throat and he swallows awkwardly. Say something nice. Or at least not mean. “You miss him anyways,” he mutters.
She nods. “He was just so . . . affectionate.” Like you aren’t, she doesn’t say out loud, but he hears it anyways, he thinks. “Without any hesitation.”
Mitsunari takes the few steps to her futon and sits by the foot of it. He clasps his hands in his lap and stares at the floor, gathering some courage.
“It is – difficult, for some.” That isn’t a complete thought. He tries again. “For those in certain . . . positions, displaying affection thoughtlessly can be dangerous.”
He doesn’t dare look up as her footsteps approach. Her knees, clad in a pale night robe, enter his field of vision as she kneels in front of him.
“I know,” she says softly.
He clears his throat noisily, and comes to the part of the situation that has irked him the most – that isn’t fair. “Why did you name him Sakichi?”
Her voice stays soft. “I know your position means you need to be reserved in public.” One small hand comes to rest on his clasped ones. “I thought, maybe, I could pretend it was you, without being too obvious.”
He can’t help the derisive snort, but opens his hands to grab hers before she can pull it away. “You might as well have named it Mitsunari and dressed it in one of my shirts, foolish woman.” He lifts his gaze to hers. Her smile is still weak.
“I know I’m a fool.” She squeezes his hands and shrugs. “But I know what I want, too.”
“I want things, too.” He pauses, and she waits in silence. Apparently she’s decided not to make things easy for him tonight. He lifts her hands to his mouth and mumbles against her knuckles. "Is it all right if I'm a little more honest about what I want?"
Her smiles blossoms into the joyous expression he’s been missing, and she throws her arms around his shoulders, knocking him back on his elbows. “Of course, Lord Mitsunari!”
“Only in private!” he stammers hastily. “Only – for you.”
“Only here,” she agrees, hugging him tight. “Only with me. That seems fair.”
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WIP Wednesday
Missed Sunday again, so here you go. Still the same fic, Kojuro's still a teenager because I'm still writing my PhD :P
Any how, Kita strikes again!
“There’s someone very special I would like you to meet.”
Kojuro turns to his sister mid-writing and blinks suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at her huddled form. She’s entered his room under the pretext of tidying the usual mess a while ago and has been keeping unnaturally quiet for quite some time now. He should have guessed she’s had something up her sleeve from the get go.
“I’m too young to get married off, Ane-ue,” he mutters sullenly and goes back to writing. This report for Terumune-sama isn’t going to write itself, after all.
The sound of his sister’s good-natured laughter is surprising, but not half as much as the fond look on her face.
“I’m not playing matchmaker, Kojuro, don’t worry,” she says and shuffles over, lifting some of the scrolls lying about on his desk and thrusting them into his unresisting hands. “Here, hold those while I wipe your desk clean. Really, how can you be so organised as a page and still live like this is beyond me…”
He watches her clean in silence for a few moments before clearing his throat awkwardly. His voice is changing these days, cracking at the most crucial and embarrassing moments, and every clearing of his throat sounds either like the croak of a dying frog or the squeak of a frightened mouse. The amused smile on his sister’s face at the pitiful sound doesn’t escape his notice.
“If it’s not a bridal candidate, who is it, then?” he asks gruffly and places the scrolls on the floor none-too-gently. It’s funny how little time it takes his sister to get to him and raise his hackles. It’s like she has a special talent for it.
“It’s a surprise,” she sing-songs, smiling, her eyes crinkling at the corners in another carefree display, and when she looks at him, he sees nothing but affection on her face. “Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. But I need you to promise me you’ll be kind, Kojuro.”
She shocks him so much with the uncharacteristically candid request that he agrees on the spot.
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The Song of Battles Lost and Won
Everything's going well and Saizo is on his way back to Yukimura. But when does anything ever go to plan?
Blood sprays the ground beneath my feet, the thud of another body hitting the forest floor the drumbeat to my horrible symphony.
The tingle at the back of my neck, the sing of blades through air, the gurgle of wounds spilling their precious lifeblood to the dirt.
This was my soundtrack as I ran back toward the battlefield.
Jinpachi and Sasuke had already disappeared on their own way; our work was done, the battle was in its final throes.
The castle looms before me, and with the leader of the ambush that targeted the Sanada's main forces just another stain on my blade, the pincer of Sanada and Takeda both had nothing left to stop it.
I emerge from the cover of the trees, slashing open another throat before its owner even realises I'm beside him.
And my navigation was perfect. Just a little way ahead, there was a flash of red atop a rearing mare.
"We have them…!! Fight to your last!”
Yukimura rallies his men with a fierce shout, his great spear in the air for a moment before it is once again brought down upon the next fool to challenge him in the height of his bloodlust.
"Sanada! I'll have your hea-aah!!”
"Hah! You'll have to do better than that if you want it!” His enemy falls to the ground, crushed beneath the hooves of his mare as he powers on.
I pick through the enemy behind him, finishing fight after fight with men too caught up in their own battles to notice my presence.
Praise falls on my ears from grateful retainers, exhaustion clear in their voices, but I am only here for one man, and as I fight my way back to his side, he finally turns to see me amongst the carnage.
"Saizo…!" Yukimura's face lights up, the blood splattering it an uncanny contrast to his sunny grin.
I look up at him, my eyes narrowing for a fraction of a second in answer to the warmth his smile puts in my chest.
Though barely a beat in my dark symphony passes, time seems to still as I feel unease itch in the back of my mind and see Yukimura's eyes flick behind me, widening minutely.
I've turned before I've even considered the source of my discomfort, grip tightening on my blade and my muscles tensing for a movement they never get to make.
The flare of red I chased down to get here flashes across my vision, Yukimura's body flying from his horse to jump in front of me the last thing I see before the unmistakable whistle of an arrow stops suddenly and my oldest companion collapses to the ground, rolling a few times before he stops in a plume of dust, curled up on his side and clutching his chest.
Everything disappears around me. The battlefield falls away from my consciousness as I dive forward, already ripping the fabric from my belt to stop the blood seeping through his fingers.
"Yukimura."
"Nngh… Are you… hurt… Saizo…?” he manages to mumble on ragged breaths.
"Shh…" Rolling him onto his back, I take hold of the arrow lodged just beneath his ribs, pressing my fingers to his lips until I feel him take the pill I offer onto his tongue. "Hold onto me."
He swallows, whimpering quietly before he breathes out and grips my free arm. "Saizo…"
I give him an extra moment for the analgesic to kick in, though my pulse is racing and adrenaline begging me to rush through my treatment. "Why did you do that, little lord?" I murmur to him, watching his breathing start to steady. "I'm here to protect you, you know."
"I know…" he whispers. "But-aaghh!!"
I use his distraction to yank the arrow out, more careful than I've ever been of anything not to twist.
His lungs are still strong. No puncture. Thank the gods.
Tears come to his eyes before I even toss the cursed arrow away, his palms twitching to cling to the wound again even as I wrap it, so tightly I'm sure I hear his ribs creak.
"Saizo… nnngh… Saizo, it hurts…"
"You're just a little dumb aren't you." I whisper to him as I run a hand under his back.
He's heavy, but I barely feel it as I lift him over my shoulders and sprint off to safety.
Deep into the forest, my horse running behind us, I stop and lay Yukimura down into soft grass, pulling out all the medical supplies I carry with me. Even if I don't have the tools to check for splinters in the wound, I can stop the bleeding, prevent infection, and get him back to camp.
"Saizo…" Yukimura's voice is weak when he calls for me. "I'm sorry… I…"
I cast him a quick glance, my eyes hovering on his for a split second when I see the sorrow in his gaze as he watches me.
"I… I just didn't want… I couldn't… risk losing you…"
His fingers reach for mine where they work over salves and antiseptic oils.
"Quiet time now, Yukimura," I murmur, placating him with a gentle brush of my fingers over his hand before I reach for cloth keeping his blood in.
"Nnnhh… sss…" Squeezing his eyes shut, he tries not to arch up into my hands as I sting his skin with my concoctions. "Haa…"
Blood oozes from the wound with each beat of his heart, the cloth I tear from our robes soaked through all too quickly. The salve to staunch blood flow is being pushed from his body faster than I can apply it.
"Nnngh…"
"Shit," I mutter to myself, my gaze flicking up to his increasingly pale features. Panic unsteadies my hands as I watch his life slip away. There must be something else I could do.
Yukimura sighs quietly, his breath slow and shallow. Tilting his head, he looks up at me, giving me a small smile through half-open eyes. "Saizo…" he whispers my name, reaching up weakly with one hand and catching his fingers in my collar. "It's okay."
Pressing my palm against the wound I lean down with his quiet urging, my brows low and my jaw tight.
"If I die, I'm… I'm glad I… saved you…"
My frown deepens, the ache in my chest feeling as deep as the one beneath my hand.
"That's not how it works, little lord. You don't die before me." Though I don't raise my voice much beyond a whisper, even I hear it crack.
Yukimura's eyes narrow with his smile, the faintest of flushes warming his icy white cheeks. "Sorry… I could never say… before…"
His fingers creep up my neck, muscles straining with the effort before he cups the back of my head and pulls me down toward him.
"I always… loved you, Saizo…"
Gently, he brings our lips together, kissing me so softly I can barely feel how cold his skin is.
My stomach knots, agony rippling up to my heart as I feel him drift from consciousness.
"Yukimura…"
Teeth clenched against the pain in my chest, I stare at his features for a few more seconds before letting my gaze drift down his body to the ripped up bandages lying beside my hand.
My eyes widen minutely. That's it.
As fast as my hands can work, I coat a strip of cloth in salve and twist it into a point, pushing it into Yukimura's wound, deeper and deeper until just a tiny bloodstained flag emerges from his skin.
Barely another minute passes before the blood oozing from his wound slows and I heave a sigh, letting my head fall onto Yukimura's chest and clinging to him tightly.
"You damned fool," I whisper against his blood-wet kimono while the thud of my heart in my ears finally starts to slow, the crescendo of my panic fading to its dull, steady rhythm. "You gods damned idiot."
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Relationships: Main Character (Sakura Amidst Chaos)/Naoe Kanetsugu, Naoe Kanetsugu/Original Character(s)
Characters: Chef MC, Uesugi Kenshin, Naoe Kanetsugu, Ai - Character, Higuchi Yoshichi, Amakasu Kagetsugu
Chapter 1 is SFW, Chapter 2 and 3 (on Ao3) are not - Kanetsugu plays rough, detailed tags on Ao3. First time trying to post a fic on here so hopefully I didn’t fuck up the editing too badly lol <3
The battle had exhausted them all, as it always did. The sort of tiredness that seeped into your bones and made old wounds play up, forgetting that they were meant to stay in the past. Despite the lack of sleep and bathing, victory sweetened their steps as the forces returned to Echigo. Growing ever closer to every loved one they fought to protect.
Naoe Kanetsugu barely noted the verbal playing going on amidst the retainers. He even managed to put from his mind the carefree observations of Lord Kenshin, who always found some fluffy cloud or floating leaf to remark upon as though it were the gods themselves. Soon the gates would open and his daughter Ai would come running towards him. He would scold her, and for once his words wouldn’t have any bite to them.
Standing behind her, blending in with the other servants would be Mitsu. The city raised commoner from Kyoto had formed a tight bond with the little girl despite the class difference, and so it was only fitting that she would be there to greet the samurai lords on their return. As a function of watching over Ai, not awaiting any particular man.
“Are you worried she won’t be glad to see you?”
“Ai will probably get trampled trying to get to us.” Kanetsugu snorted in a dismissive reply to his Lord’s concern. He ought to be more respectful, but the way the blonde man hovered with a tender heart was worse than biting flies in summer.
“He’s not talking about Ai.” Kagie smirked, the ninja delighting in how Yoshichi’s brows knit together in confusion.
“Then who..” But the younger Naoe brother could only trail off, watching Kanetsugu urge his horse into a quicker pace simply to escape the bunch of them. Nothing but ninnies and idle gossips and he had much more pressing matters. Battle did not destroy the paperwork that would have built up in his absence, nor release one from the obligations of family. Still, Kanetsugu felt his mood improving as the gates came into focus. Choosing to focus on that and not that he was looking forward to the smiles from *both* of the women in his life.
It was simply an accident, and no one could be sure if that made it better or worse. Poison left out for the rats and vermin had contaminated some of the rice flour Mitsu was working with. Noting the odd consistency, the cook had sampled it as a matter of course.
That was the report given to the Lords as Kenshin, Kanetsugu and Yoshichi raced to Mitsu’s chamber. Ai would not leave the ailing woman’s side, and her cries filled the halls well before Mitsu’s door came into view. Even with that warning, the scene they beheld was somehow more jarring than the battle they had come from.
A healer from a nearby village was attempting to coax some black colored liquid between Mitsu’s lips. The patient was awake, though her face seemed so utterly devoid of color that Kanetsugu was not sure at first if she was even alive. But her lashes fluttered, eyes trying to focus on the three newcomers.
How did she look thin already? It was only meant to have happened this morning, she couldn’t possibly have lost weight already, could she? Perhaps it was his imagination, Kanetsugu was used to seeing her fully dressed, bustling about a kitchen or laughing in the gardens with Ai. Not in a thin sleeping robe, with her hair poorly braided over a shoulder. Mitsu was a flower in full bloom, with warm smiles and comfortable curves that made it easy for Ai to doze in her lap.
Of course the child was not sleeping now. She was stubbornly burrowed into Mitsu’s bedding, arms wrapped around the woman while the patient’s fingers slowly stroked through the girl’s hair in a soothing motion. Seeming to recognize the Lords, Mitsu moved to sit up presentably.
The effort spurred all to action. Ai turned in the bedding, seeing her beloved Papa and letting out a fresh howl. Kenshin was quickly behind Mitsu, easing the woman into a sitting position and running a hand along her shoulders to offer comfort. Yoshichi, who had been frozen in place, darted forward to scoop Ai up from the futon. Ignoring the bruises and wounds of war to comfort his niece as she snotted on his armor. Kanetsugu turned sharply on the healer, with a dark sheen to his gaze. He wanted to know everything, every last detail and he *would* have it.
By the time Kanetsugu was satisfied, Yoshichi had managed to ease Ai from the chamber and Kenshin had coaxed Mitsu into a fitful sleep against his shoulder. Though Kanetsugu commended the healer, he also sent for several books from his personal library - not content to trust only in one man’s experience. Turning back to Mitsu’s futon, Kanetsugu found his lips thinning into a scowl at the Lord slowly plaiting her silky hair.
“This is not a time to be playing, Lord Kenshin! You will have to attend to matters of state on your own for once while I sort out this hell.” Coming to stand beside the futon, he glared furiously at his Lord until Kenshin began to lower Mitsu back down.
“Be gentle, or you will upset our little one.” Kenshin scolded kindly, smoothing a stray wisp of her dark hair from her features. “She is struggling enough as it is.”
“And we’d have arrived sooner if not for someone wanting to chase butterflies. Get to your office, I have my hands full! It will not be long before Ai outsmarts her fool Uncle.”
The bickering caused Mitsu’s eyelids to flutter again as Kenshin but it was Kanetsugu who knelt and laid a hand atop her shoulder. Kenshin noted, with a wry smile, that the patient seemed to ease for the first time, under the touch of “demon” of Echigo.
“Take care of her, Kanetsugu.” The verbal attacks barely registered with Kenshin. He would have preferred to stay and tend to her himself, but he had never seen Kanetsugu quite like this. Settling down, the demon showed no sign of leaving. Until now, there was only one person who could distract Kanetsugu from the mountains of letters and deluge of policy.
The other Lord did not answer, only tilting his face down to the resting woman. He would have only a few minutes before his books arrived. By his estimate, it would not be long after that when Ai would rejoin them. Kageie might come by in the evening. Kagetsugu would possibly venture by with tea and origami for luck, all of Echigo was fond of the cook.
Under normal circumstances, it did not bother him. It was not as though she was his to claim but he supposed he had a right of sorts. Ai had very much taken to her as a mother, and so she was often a part of his days. It was therefore only natural that he should be protective of her now, when she was weak. A lowly type of man might do any sort of thing, whisper all sorts of deceit, when her guard was so low. Still, as he watched Kenshin step through the door, Kanetsugu found himself relieved that Mitsu had no suitor, no one he would have to tolerate as he oversaw her recovery.
Eying the fanciful plaiting that Kenshin had left behind, his lips thinned. Did the man not understand that he must act responsibly even at the most serious of times? Without thought, Kanetsugu reached out to run his fingers through her strands. It eased him to see the other man’s work slide out of place. A sensation barely given thought before he turned, greeting the page who arrived with the required books.
“You don’t have to stay.” Her voice was barely there, Mitsu hated the sound of it. Patchy in volume and what could be heard seemed to creak like a toad. She barely understood what Lord Kanetsugu had presented as a soothing remedy. Only that it was sweet and eased her throat, his calloused thumb gently stroking her cheek as she drank it.
“I am a father, I know how these things are.” With an uncharacteristically gentle voice, he crouched beside her. Brushing her hair back, Kanetsugu began to wrap a dark blue hair cord around the silky locks. Soothing her while Mitsu braced herself on the strong wood of a bucket, her body ridding itself of every last thing she had consumed in the past day. Perhaps longer, judging by the violent shaking of her body as the medicine did its work.
*I am not your daughter!* Mitsu wished to scream the words but couldn’t find the energy, let alone spare it. It was miserable enough to be enduring this, why did he have to be witness? Beholding her at her worst, sick and wretched and he made it all the worse by reminding her of the truth. Naoe Kanetsugu would never see her as a woman, not the sort he would reach for at any rate.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed of.”
His touch was nearly torture, calloused fingers oh so sweetly setting her hair to rights. A simple style that pulled her long locks back in a tidy coif, keeping them out of danger and easing her struggle slightly. Turning her head to the side, she let her cheek rest against the edge of the bucket.
He was handsome, even looking at her in concern. Brown hair that reminded her of properly cooked manju, with that lovely chestnut color at the top. Strong shoulders that carried armor and his daughter with equal ease, Lord Kanetsugu seemed a figure from a story. Perhaps especially for the kind worry in his eyes. It made Mitsu’s heart ache for the wishes she ought not to be making, and so she closed her eyes to keep them hidden.
“Don’t be afraid.”
His voice was so much closer than she expected. Had he moved silently or did she simply lack awareness? Did it matter, she certainly had no strength to answer him or try to explain that her pain had a different source. No one could be expected to endure such physical and emotional torment all at once. Yet, just as she was considering begging him to leave, a soft warmth on her brow silenced her every thought. Her eyes opened just in time to watch Kanetsugu settle back onto his heels.
“Focus on your recovery.”
Despite the amusement in his voice, Lord Kanetsugu’s orders could never be disobeyed. And so her eyes closed again, shifting her thoughts away from emotional turmoil.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her, even if it was a fairly chaste touch of lips to her forehead. Kanetsugu sighed inwardly as he tucked Mitsu in a little more. The poor woman had exhausted herself in the name of treatment, but surely she was rid of the poison by now. He had prepared her a strong tea and she had kept down a little rice before falling asleep.
It wasn’t hard to tell she fretted over being seen during her weakness, and the kiss had been an impulse to reassure her. No one, not even the God of War, could escape brushes with undignified illness and remedy. Kanetsugu had watched over so many sick beds, from Kenshin to Ai to his sister, who had birthed Ai.
The last had been the hardest, with Ai barely old enough to understand but crying as though her tears could bring mother back to health. He had comforted the poor thing and it was during that in which the decision was quietly made amid the family. Ai would be Kanetsugu’s to raise.
Though some people foolishly spoke of his raising Ai as a sacrifice on his part, in truth the little girl made his day-to-day life infinitely easier. For all his strengths as a Lord and Kenshin’s retainer, Kanetsugu failed in equal measure when it matters of the heart. Ai was used as an adorable shield, deflecting any Clan pressure to marry while pushy would-be brides were dissuaded through being utterly ignored. Very few things could hope to pry what spare time he had away from his daughter.
Yet here he was. Gently wiping the brow of a cook who was sidestepping death as best she could. In some ways, this was easier than trying to speak to Mitsu in the gardens. Here, he knew what to do. The risk of losing her was terrifying, but once Kanetsugu and the healer had determined her treatment, there was no uncertainty. His tasks were to wipe her brow, speak soothingly, ensure she rested and send for the healer once there was change.
Among the flowers, it was a struggle to find proper words. Harder still to shift through his turbulent emotions. How when she smiled for him, her eyes so warm and carefree, Kanetsugu wanted to spirit her away, keeping her laughter all to himself and utterly *ruin* her. How was a man meant to go about tender words and poetry when all his thoughts were bent around making her forget the existence of any other.
A quiet shuffling at the door drew his attention away from self disgust, the barest flicking of a smile at the corners of his mouth. Leaning back from Mitsu, Kanetsugu wrung out the cloth high above the bowl of water, letting the drops create a music that would carry through the quiet night. He knew those footfalls better than any other.
“Come in.”
No sooner had Papa softly spoken than Ai had darted through the door, barely sliding it closed behind her. Arriving at Mitsu’s futon quicker than a mouse darting about a kitchen floor, Ai had her sandals off and was burrowing into the futon before Kanetsugu fully registered his daughter’s intent. It was hard to keep from chuckling, especially as Mitsu roused enough to wrap a sleepy arm around the child. Which prompted Ai to look at Papa in childish defiance of decorum.
“I can not fight you both.” Covering his mouth with a broad hand, Kanetsugu fondly watched as Mitsu’s arm gently pulled Ai into a protective embrace - as though she might be plucked away. Though Ai ought to be sitting respectfully at his side, there was little chance of victory. Instead he leaned forward to run a damp cloth along Mitsu’s face. “Let her rest though, Ai.”
“Yes, Papa.” Nestled safely against Mitsu’s side, Ai could hear the other’s heartbeat, feel her chest rise and fall. It was so much easier to be patient and wait now, when every second brought confirmation that all was well. Easier still with the comfort of Papa’s voice and Mitsu’s arms.
Later, when Ai was older, she would look back and realize that Papa must have known she would come during the night. It was not long at all before Kanetsugu produced a volume of stories, promising to keep reading until the little girl fell asleep. It was quintessentially her Papa, a gruff man with endless patience for his daughter. He always seemed prepared to weather any disaster and shoulder any burden.
“Is she going to go away, like Mama?” His daughter’s voice was soft, barely audible, and it broke Kanetsugu’s heart to hear it. Ai’s large eyes were on the cook’s sleeping face. Mitsu had not lost any further color, but she had yet to actually improve either. Father and daughter were taking poor comfort in the woman’s deep slumber.
“I will not allow it.” He would almost certainly never find the courage to recite poetry to Mitsu, but if he must hold her to this world through strength of will, Kanetsugu would. Balancing the book carefully in one hand, he made his way closer to the futon. Resuming when he was close enough to gently stroke his free hand through Ai’s hair, lulling her to sleep. Every few moments, he glanced over to ensure Mitsu was still sleeping. Then would ghost his fingers over her brow before returning to Ai.
Aware but not aware, Mitsu knew the sound of Lord Kanetsugu’s voice and the smell of Ai’s hair. Comforting in her weak misery, she let her mind drift in and out of consciousness while her body struggled to recover. Sometimes, she thought she felt a calloused thumb stroking along her face but could not muster the willpower to open her eyes.
In these late hours of the evening, utterly spent from malady and treatment, Mitsu wrapped an arm around Ai. The sturdy little frame was an anchor to life itself, while the soft tenor in the background was hope. As the hours passed into morning, she woke from time to time. Once, just when the sun was beginning to creep into the sky, Mitsu rose slightly in the futon.
Ai was still curled against her side, and having a fitful dream by the look of it. Lord Kanetsugu had fallen asleep mid-story, by the looks of it. His head tilted to the side, with the book partially fallen from his lap, one hand on the pages and other resting against his thigh.
It was a rare look at what Lord Kanetsugu looked like, with all his masks and manners set aside. As Mitsu settled back down into the bedding, she wondered if it was something a wife or lover might see often. A certain jealousy at the mere thought began to flare but had to be roughly pushed aside. A respected samurai lord doesn’t take a commoner cook to wife - that sort of thing only happens in stories and she lacked the emotional fortitude for self-torturing fantasy at the moment. Mitsu had a beautiful bond with Ai, and sometimes was able to see the man through his daughter’s eyes.
It was not what she wanted. But it would be enough. It had to be.
Recovery came too slowly for anyone’s comfort, but it did come. Lord Kanetsugu barely left her side, and Ai had to be prodded and coaxed away for lessons and walks in the sunshine. And though Mitsu had been spoiled by his presence, she had been too focused on recovery to realize just how much Kanetsugu had been putting off for her sake.
It was only when Mitsu was up and moving under her own power, laughingly inserting herself back into the kitchen before Kanetsugu thought it wise, that life began to return to normal in Kasugayama. Though Lord Kenshin continued to encourage her to rest, Mitsu busied herself with cooking and making sweets for everyone as thanks. Ai alternated between trailing behind Mitsu and her father, still unsettled by the entire ordeal.
Lord Kanetsugu was the only one who Mitsu had not been able to properly thank. While the Lord had ordered the most pressing of work brought to Mitsu's room, working where he could monitor her, the poor man had barely stepped out of his office in over a week. When Mitsu did see him, it was only briefly and with Ai holding onto her sleeves and that did not feel the right time.
In the dying sunlight, she eyed herself in a small mirror of polished bronze. It was hard to tell if she had done it to underline her sincere thankfulness, or simply because she wished for the Lord to see her as a woman, but Mitsu had taken her time in dressing. Things she would usually forgo in deference to the realities of working in a kitchen, such as a light dusting of powder to accentuate her complexion and a touch of rouge for her lips.
All told, Mitsu found the effect rather pretty, especially with the care she had taken in brushing out her long hair till it shone. Hopefully Lord Kanetsugu would think the same, and not regard her as a child playing with fineries she had no business with. It still hurt that the hairpin Father gave her was broken, she would have liked to wear it for luck.
Though, as she piled a tray with sweets and tea, Mitsu had to admit to herself she didn’t have the slightest clue what she was hoping for. Perhaps it would be enough simply to have tea with him, or he might let her sit and read by lantern light while he finished his work.
#canon typical angst#smut#naoe kanetsugu#slbp kanetsugu#angst#fluff#I have no idea how post this shit on here#fanfic#slbp fanfic
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GOSH I HAVE THE BIGGEST FATTES CRUSH ON KIYOHIRO. HE’S SO MYSTERIOUS BUT STILL KIND UGHHHH IM A SUCKER FOR NPC NINJAS
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤
Ohh Atelier, thank you for sending this, you're too nice to me <3
Fair warning, while some of these will be for otome I'm gonna reach way back to a prior fandom or two for some because they're still things I love and am really proud of. I hope nobody minds!
Before otome got its claws in me, I wrote a lot for MCU Loki - specifically the really niche pairing of Loki/Jane Foster. To Cleave the Stars was the product of me being possessed by some sort of fanfic demon, as best I can tell, that managed to get me to complete an entire 85k+ word novel. If anyone ever tackles it, have a free evening and probably some tissues handy...and take my undying admiration, because this is my biggest labor of love and I'm proud I finished something like it. Just don't mind the cringe of mid-2010s fanfic notes
In the same vein of not-otome, Shelter is a Fallout 4 fic that I'm really proud of. It's written from MacCready's POV and it was a lot of fun and a challenge to try and be in the headspace of a character like him. Finding his 'voice' was wildly entertaining, and I'd like to try something similar with Silvio someday because I have a suspicion it would be along these same lines.
In the realm of otome though, which is what you guys are really interested in let's be honest...
Pretty Woman (Samurai Love Ballad Party, Mitsunari x fem!Reader) has a special place in my heart because it was the first smutty fic I had ever written for public consumption. I have reams of it for various OCs in other games but that's neither here nor there. Getting up the nerve to post it took me awhile but the feedback was so lovely that it gave me the confidence I needed to do more.
Cheating with a 2 part answer, also from SLBP (Ieyasu x fem!Reader) is this untitled Coffee Shop AU - mostly because I have such a silly weakness for that particular AU and I never indulge it.
And finally for something from the Ikemen series...it's pretty hard to pick, I love them all. But Fauvism and Pace non Trovo are pretty familiar to a lot of people so maybe I'd go with this untitled NSFW light bondage piece where I got to torture Theo a bit the way he deserves.
#mrs o talks#writer ask meme#thank you to the anon who sent me this as well#you guys made my day#i'm curious if anyone reading this has a favorite that didn't make the cut#which one would it be?
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2022 Writing Summary
Time again for everyone's favorite post of the year: the Year End Summary!
Lots more writing than last year, so I'm happy for that. Did a few writing challenges this year as well, so that's something I'm proud of.
For previous years summaries, here's 2020's summary and 2021's summary.
And, as always, you can also check out my master list for a full list of my works past and present.
And now, let's crunch some numbers.
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Posted works to tumblr/ao3: 8
-Start the Day [Ikemen Vampire, Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader]: 221
-Birthday Present [Ikemen Prince, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 221
-How Would That Even Work? [Ikemen Sengoku, Mitsuhide Akechi x Preg!Reader]: 755
-The Red Shawl [Ikemen Revolution, Jonah Clemence x Preg!Reader]: 1038
-A Little Tired [Ikemen Prince, Licht Klein x Reader]: 221
-A New Resident [Ikemen Vampire, Comte de Saint Germain x Preg!Reader]: 2157
-Name [Ikemen Prince, Leon Dompteur & Leona Dompteur (OC)]: 1785
-Second Glance part 4 [Ikemen Sengoku, long fic]: 3402
Total Word Count on Published Fanfics: 9,800
Published Headcanons:
-Ikevamp Suitors Help You Get Dressed: 1,549
Total Word Count on Headcanons: 1,549
Published WIPs (That Were Written in 2022): 7
-Second Glance Pt. 4 [Ikemen Sengoku: Nobutaka (OC), Nobukatsu(OC)] :1024
-Clara and Nokto in the Library NSFW [Ikemen Prince, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 693
-Silence [Ikemen Series and Obey OCs, Houki, Maddie, Abby, Clara, Miri]: 1992
-Fictober Off Season-You Keep Me Warm [Ikemen Revolution, Lancelot Kingsley x Reader]: 266
-Fictober 2022-You Love This, Don't You? [SLBP, Kojuro Katakura x Reader]: 334
-Fictober 2022-Sounds Like a You Problem [Ikemen Prince, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 405
-Fictober 2022- Leon and Princess Leona snippets [Ikemen Prince, Leon Dompteur & the Fourth Prince]: 707
Total Word Count on Published WIPs: 5,421
Total Creative Works Word Count: 16,770
Essays/Commentary/Asks/Other Writings: 26
-Will I Continue Writing anon: 204
-OC Emoji Ask (Ophelia, Abigail, Miri): 649
-Yet Another Writing Ask: 864
-Artist Asks (anng): 85
-Artist Asks: (Honey): 513
-OC Emoji Asks (Ophelia, Miri): 563
-Artist Asks (Yuu): 200
-Character Bingo (Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, the Mitsus, Vincent, Arthur): 1209
-Put a character in my askbox (Vlad, Faust): 265
-Put a character in my askbox (Diavolo, Mozart, Leon): 554
-Put a character in my askbox (Ieyasu, The Mitsus, Yoshimoto): 1085
-Writer Asks (Chase): 475
-Writer Asks (Lorei): 423
-Writer's Would You Ever (Alby): 219
-Artist Ask Meme (Honey): 464
-Ikemen Tag Game: 2262
-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks 1.0 (Lorei): 960
-Questions about Creating Your Ocs (Houki, Ophelia, Maddie, Miri): 951
-Questions for Fic Writers (Scummy): 638
-Questions For Fic Writers (Mo): 399
-Weirdly Specific Artists Asks (honey): 474
-Random Numbers Asks (honey): 34
-Random Numbers Asks (anng): 401
-Fanfic Writer Wrapped 2022 (Lorei): 369
-Give Me a Number OC Ask (Honey): 527
-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks 2.0 (Lorei): 289
Total Word Count on Other Writings: 15,078
Total Word Count for 2022: 31,848
Lots of little things this year, adding up to some big totals.
Thanks for everyone for sticking by me and hope to see you all in the new year!
#writing summary#2022 writing summary#krys's adventures in fanfiction#year end summary#masterlist#ikemen sengoku#ikemen vampire#ikemen revolution#ikemen prince#samurai love ballad party#obey me#krys's babies#ikesen oc#ikevamp oc#ikepri oc#obey me oc
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Wow. It has been ages since I last posted anything on this account.
I miss SLBP and IkeSen fandoms so much. Among the fandoms I have joined, I love those two the most and have had the most fun with them.
Now I wanted to join the fandoms again. I want to share my fanarts and fanfics with people in the same fandoms.
I miss our dear samurais, ninjas and lovely people in the fandoms so much. I hope I can be a part of the fandom, however small I may be.
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Hello! >:3
For the Fanfic Writer 2022 Wrapped: 8, 11 & 22?
Hi~!
Fanfic Writer 2022 Wrapped
8) Did you find yourself repeating a word or phrase in your writing this year? if so, what was it?
Nothing more than I usually do. I know that I use pregnancy as a theme a lot because it's easy for me to write in a pinch and with Fictober coming out later than usual than previous years, it came up in at least 5 stories (published and not) for this year (6 if you count Second Glance's part 4, but that's been a story element of that since its beginning).
Back hugging and lap sitting seemed to be more prominent this year too.
-Mitsuhide got some lap sitting for his bday this year
-Licht got to back cuddle
-Jonah put his arm on the reader's back in the end to help hide that they had a few buttons undone in the back of their dress
-Leon had his daughter sitting in his lap as he told her a story
-SLBP's Kojuro also gets to hold reader some in an upcoming End of the Year WIP Wednesday
-Pretty much implied and literal back hugging with the corset-tying headcanons,
Just a lot of back hugging and lap sitting this year.
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11) What did you enjoy most about writing fic this year?
Found a writing challenge in 221Bs and just ran with it. Something about writing in a short capacity is really freeing rather than in longer forms. Just seeing what I can do when there is a limit is really fun and a learning experience.
And, though most of them were rushed, I did manage to get 5 Fictober fics out this year, something I haven't done since 2020, so that was a good feeling.
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22) Were there any new fandoms or genres you explored this year?
Technically new-ish, but this year is when I started writing for IkePri. A bday fic for each of the Klein Twins and a lil something for Leon as well. Got a start of a fic for Samurai Love Ballad Party, and started playing Obey Me where I created my MC Miri and did some writing with her. Otherwise I stayed in my usual realms of the ikemen series.
#meme thingys#ask me things#bun in the oven pops up for me as a writing theme at least once a year#pretty much since I started writing for ikesen back in 2019#I don't know how to explain it either#next year I'll try to hold off and find more themes to write about#no promises on stopping it all together#as second glance is still going#so one instance that'll happen in the next year or so#a predictable one at least#but that gets a free pass as that's a long fic and has been a theme since its beginning#technically writing for slbp in 2021#but like in december#so I didn't count it on this year#because it was december 2021#miri and obey me stuff however is purely 2022#my obey me baby girl
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Aftertaste
I finally decided to write my own SLBP fanfic after 35969 years because Nobunaga's route has destroyed me and I love his character development. A little introspection on MC's feelings about the events so far. Loosely based on Nobunaga's Unification crossroads, contains spoilers for his Act 2 Destiny end.
Read it on Ao3 as well!
Sometimes she wondered if she’d made the right decision to follow the Lord of Hell backstage as the curtain closed on his final act. Or if he should, no, if he wanted to return to his stage.
Of course he didn’t, but MC thought a lot about what Nobunaga would do with all that hellfire in him, and the small voice in her head asked whether it would eat him up alive.
MC thinks about the events that have transpired so far, and questions her present while she reminisces the past. She looks deep inside herself, and finds answers.
It was on days like these where MC thought about everything that had led up to that moment.
It was moments like those, bathed in the orange and yellow hues of sunset, that brought back bittersweet memories — of Kiyosu castle, of the kitchen maids she worked with, and the Oda retainers bickering among themselves, and merry sounds of laughter echoing around the palace.
Whenever she walked through that lush clearing, when the wind tousled her hair, she'd look back and wonder what her life had come to.
And, how could she forget — that day when she sat with Nobunaga on his old tree, overlooking Owari and the lands he would conquer; the strength in his eyes as he spoke of his ambitions was nothing short of awe-inspiring; the blazing sunset on that day could not compare to the raging fire in his soul.
“Promise me, you will serve me until the day you die.”
That was a promise she’d never broken, one that she still served until now.
She never forgot all those jars of konpeito, those plates of castella that she personally brought to Nobunaga’s chambers all that time ago.
And now, they made konpeito in their humble little kitchen together while bickering over little things; he carried her groceries for her as they strolled around town; they built a home, a new life together.
They were just normal people now.
But every now and then, her thoughts would wander back to their old home — maybe Danming was home now, but when she glanced at the map over Nobunaga’s shoulder, she would think of Japan, of Owari, and see the faces of her family, of Inuchiyo, Mitsuhide, and everyone they’d left behind.
Sometimes she wondered if she’d made the right decision to follow the Lord of Hell backstage as the curtain closed on his final act. Or if he should, no, if he wanted to return to his stage.
Of course he didn’t, but MC thought a lot about what Nobunaga would do with all that hellfire in him, and the small voice in her head asked whether it would eat him up alive.
A booming voice calling her name snapped her out of her reverie. Looking up, she saw said man perched in his usual spot in his favourite gingko tree.
She’d seen him like this enough times to get used to it. But images from the past, of that day when she saw him like this for the first time, flashed across her mind, and bittersweet feelings resurfaced in her.
“Lord Nobunaga!” She cried out.
His usual piercing glare was soft, focused on somewhere she couldn’t see.
“You’re calling me that name again.” A faint smile graced his handsome features as he turned to her. “I’m just Nobu now.”
He looked more distant than ever, and it scared MC a little.
That’s the face of a man who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. That was someone who faced the cutting edge of the future with a glint in his eye.
And maybe he hasn’t changed at all.
She didn’t know why, but she found herself climbing up to meet him.
As she neared him, her arms were sore and tired, and she stretched a hand out to him.
He let out an exasperated chuckle. “What are you doing down there?” He reached down to pull her up the rest of the way.
It was oddly comforting, just sitting there next to him. And maybe that was what he needed.
So this is what it felt like to be on top of the world again, and maybe she understood why Nobunaga liked it so much. Now, the world felt so small as MC watched the endless hills and fields roll over the horizon, painted in the sunset’s colours. And she felt even smaller.
“It’s amazing…” MC mumbled as she turned to Nobunaga’s profile. His gunmetal grey eyes, once so cold, now had an odd warmth to them as they met hers; his soft garnet locks now grown out into a short ponytail —
“Foolish girl, what are you looking at?” He teased, lips forming into a smirk.
“Just enjoying the view,” MC replied, returning the gesture.
“Like it, do you?”
“Yes, very much.”
A comfortable silence, interrupted just slightly by the cry of Nobunaga’s sparrowhawk in the distance. MC smiled and sighed to herself. This was the peaceful life she’d always envisioned.
But through the tranquillity, she could almost feel the inferno that burned in him, spreading and warming her up inside, and she, a moth to a blazing flame — bright, consuming, unextinguishable.
Divine Rule was his play, and the world his stage. Here he was, on his throne atop the world, fit for the Demon King himself —
That wasn’t who he was, he’d given that up long ago, a moment in time swallowed up by the flames of Honnou-ji and his internal conflict.
MC told herself that she had stopped looking for Oda Nobunaga, because she loves this man called Nobu. But maybe she was missing him again.
The lingering warmth in his eyes, the eyes of a man at peace was what she saw.
Maybe he didn’t want to be found again.
Those thoughts would come and go, eventually fading, but never forgotten, just like the sweet aftertaste of sugar on her tongue.
They stayed just like that, watching the gingko leaves sway in the breeze, framing the sky around them; a picture frame of a memory, a moment between them forever cherished.
“You know, this reminds me a lot of when we first met,” MC stopped herself from saying, swallowing her words along with the uncertainty clouding her mind.
Frames of her memories resurfaced; Nobunaga’s kind smile, his warmth as they embraced, the sweet smells of the kitchen, the lingering taste of konpeito on their tongues.
And MC found her hand reaching for Nobunaga’s.
“Maybe I miss our old life, but I’m happy the way we are now. I’m happy here with you, Nobu.”
Maybe, just maybe, she didn’t have to keep asking herself all those questions anymore — her home was here, wherever he was.
#slbp#samurai love ballad party#oda nobunaga#slbp nobunaga#my fics#otome#cross posted on ao3#slbp fan fiction#feel free to reblog
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About Me
You know how they say, new blog new life;
This is mainly a side account I will use to scream my love for my otome boyz❣️
This is all you need to know about me:
20 years old;
He/Him;
FanFic Writer;
Huge Ieyasu Tokugawa (SLBP) simp;
I love Isaac (IkeVamp) from the bottom of my heart;
English is not my first language;
I have been playing otome games since I was 13 years old.
I will try to post some of my fanfictions but real life gets in my way pretty often, making it hard to finish my neverending WIPs. Nice to meet you all!
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For the writer ask, please and thank you!!
👀 😈 ✨
👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!
Well, one is a wip you're intimately acquainted with, I should say :P
The other two I'm working on are a one-shot and a multi-chaptered fic for the Samurai Love Ballad Party fandom. Both are sort of centered around this one character, Katakura Kojuro, who was the right hand man of the feudal lord, Date Masamune.
What can I say? It's Japanese, the men are gorgeous, and the guy I love best has a mind that's sharper than his sword and a knack for writing poetry. Enough said! :D
😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?
Hmmmm, good question....
Does being an angst gremlin count? :D
That being said, I did write an abortion Phrack fic out of spite. I did not appreciate the ease with which certain people dismissed Phryne's clear and loud decision to remain child-free, and my hand just slipped. Oops.
✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
Oh, you wicked woman! You know that's a hard one!
Hmmmm... a compliment, you say... Well, let's go with the statement that my writing style is.. lyrical, I guess? I think that should be enough of a compliment, no? :)
Thank you, my darling! I really enjoyed answering these!
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SLBP Write-up Masterlist
Do you love Samurai Love Ballad Party but wish you could read more of the official content?
Did you miss a story event of your favourite character, or just want to reread their content without using your precious love passes so you can get their voice right for a fanfiction?
Well, do I have the masterlist for YOU!
Under the cut is a stupidly long post of about 2 years of my collecting story events, main stories and various special bits, all written up in Google Docs and now open to your wonderful eyeballs. Some notes are also there if you care, if not just click some links and enjoy, send this to someone who might find it useful and/or check out my fanfics (sparkletwink on AO3) if you want to support the ridiculous amount of effort I put into it. Thank you.
Mid-way through my SLBP play I’d started writing a load of fanfic for it and wanted references, so started this collection with the vague intention of eventually sharing it with anyone who might have missed old story events, or for having to enjoy when the servers eventually go down. I don’t write up everyone any more, because it takes a LONG time, so I’m sorry if any of your faves are missing.
If you have any epilogues that you’d like to donate free free to send me a link and I’ll tack them on when I have time. An asterisk in the title of the Doc means I have the epilogue but haven’t written it up yet.
[Ep] refers to a story event including its epilogue, [POV Ep] includes an epilogue from the lord/ninja’s point of view. My MC is called Arekkusu Yuri. I adjust the spellings to British English for my own sanity (sorry ‘Murica) and fix any obvious errors in the writing, but leave any indecipherable nonsense from confusing translation. However, if you notice any mistakes other than that, just leave a comment in Docs to let me know.
(Note: I won’t be giving trigger warnings for questionable behaviour from the characters because I just don’t have the brainpower to check every single story for potential triggers. If you’re in the fandom you probably already know the writing can get dark, e.g. abusive/controlling relationships, death of loved ones, lack of informed consent, unchecked mental illness. Go into anything you read carefully and don’t hurt yourself for the sake of a dumb story.)
NOW. LET THE LIST BEGIN.
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Nobunaga
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Main Story [Act 1]
Main Story [Act 1] (Divine Ending)
Event Stories
Anarchy of the Divine
Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace
Heat Wave
Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss
Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain
Noble Hearts Exposed
The Promises of Stormbound Lovers
Tributes of the Divine Bride
Mitsuhide
Event Stories
Anarchy of the Divine
Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain
My Love was the Summer
Noble Hearts Exposed
Tributes of the Divine Bride
Young Love for the Festival of Dolls
Yukimura
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Main Story [Act 2]
Main Story [Act 2] (Fates Ending)
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Anarchy of the Divine
Heat Wave
Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain
My Love was the Summer
Noble Hearts Exposed
The Promises of Stormbound Lovers
Tributes of the Divine Bride
Young Love for the Festival of Dolls
Saizo
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Birthday stories
Event Stories
Anarchy of the Divine [POV Ep]
Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace
Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss
Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain
Noble Hearts Exposed [POV Ep]
The Promises of Stormbound Lovers
Tributes of the Divine Bride
Masamune
Event Stories
Anarchy of the Divine
Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss
Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain
Noble Hearts Exposed
The Promises of Stormbound Lovers
Tributes of the Divine Bride [POV Ep]
Kojuro
Event Stories
Anarchy of the Divine
Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace
Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss
Lovers Vibrant as Storms Broken; Bound in Rain
Noble Hearts Exposed
Tributes of the Divine Bride
Hideyoshi
Event Stories
Blossoms Borne of Sorrow
Celebrations of the Divine Bride
Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire
Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace
Heat Wave
Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss
Secrets of Desire
The Lovers of Nagahama
Toshiie
Event Stories
Blossoms Borne of Sorrow
Celebrations of the Divine Bride
Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire
Love as Sweet as a Fevered Kiss
My Love was the Summer
Secrets of Desire [Ep]
Ieyasu
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Main Story [Act 2] (Exalted Ending)
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Blossoms Borne of Sorrow
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Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire
Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace
Secrets of Desire
The Misrule of the Broken
Young Love for the Festival of Dolls
Mitsunari
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Main Story [Act 1] (Divine Ending)
Event Stories
Blossoms Borne of Sorrow
Celebrations of the Divine Bride
Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire
Heat Wave
Secrets of Desire [Ep]
The Lovers of Nagahama [Ep]
The Misrule of the Broken
The Vows of Stormbound Lovers
Young Love for the Festival of Dolls
Kenshin
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Main Story: [Unification] (Divine Lover Ending)
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Kenshin Interview
Event Stories
Claim Me at Last
Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire [POV Ep]
Celebrations of the Divine Bride
Blossoms Borne of Sorrow
Secrets of Desire [Ep]
The Vows of Stormbound Lovers
Young Love for the Festival of Dolls
Shingen
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Main Story [Act 1] (Destiny Ending)
Event Stories
Blossoms Borne of Sorrow
Celebrations of the Divine Bride
Cherished in Love; Blossoms of Desire [POV Ep]
Hearts Made Fools by Radiant Grace
Heat Wave
Secrets of Desire
The Misrule of the Broken
The Vows of Stormbound Lovers
Young Love for the Festival of Dolls
Nobuyuki
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Shigezane
Event Stories
Heat Wave
Kageie
There’s nothing here. :(
Jinpachi
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Hearts as Tranquil as Sunlight Rain
Sakuya
Event Stories
Along Moonlit Paths; In Love’s Embrace
How to Love a Ninja
Longing for Moonlight
Of Snow and Moonbeams
Secrets of the Heart [Ep]
Sins of Eventide
Sasuke
Event Stories
Along Moonlit Paths; In Love’s Embrace
How to Love a Ninja
Of Snow and Moonbeams
Secrets of the Heart
The Moon’s Holy Kiss
Yearning for Moonlight
Hanzo
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Main Story [Act 1] (Shadow Ending)
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Along Moonlit Paths; Where Shadows Lie
Closely Guarded Secrets
Consummate Moonlight
How to Cherish a Ninja [Ep]
Moonbright Tales
Of Steam and Moonbeams
Tempted by the Moon
The Moon’s Holy Kiss
Upon a Moonlit Night [Ep]
Yearning for Moonlight
Genya
Event Stories
Closely Guarded Secrets
Consummate Moonlight
How to Cherish a Ninja
Moonbright Tales
Of Steam and Moonbeams
The Moon’s Holy Kiss
Yearning for Moonlight
Hotaru
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Consummate Moonlight
How to Love a Ninja [Ep]
Longing for Moonlight [Ep]
Of Snow and Moonbeams
Secrets of the Heart [Ep]
Sins of Eventide [Ep]
Tempted by the Moon
Kyoichiro
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Closely Guarded Secrets
How to Cherish a Ninja
Of Steam and Moonbeams
Sins of Eventide
Yearning for Moonlight
Kaede
Event Stories
Closely Guarded Secrets
How to Cherish a Ninja
Longing for Moonlight
Shima
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Of Steam and Moonbeams
The Moon’s Holy Kiss
Yoshitsugu
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Hearts as Tranquil as Sunlight Rain [Ep]
The Lovers of Nagahama [Ep]
Kanetsugu
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Innocent Hearts; Hidden Encounters
Masanori
Event Stories
The Lovers of Nagahama
Kansuke
Event Stories
Hearts as Tranquil as Sunlight Rain
Split Routes
Event Stories
Finding Love on Paths Divided
Ieyasu/Kiyohiro [Ep]
Kenshin/Kanetsugu [Ep]
Nobuyuki/Jinpachi
Love’s First Kiss
Yukimura/Saizo
Masamune/Kojuro
Nobunaga/Mitsuhide
Oh Brother!
Kanetsugu/Yoshichi
Masamune/Kojirou
Toshiie/Toshihisa
Yukimura/Nobuyuki
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Kanetsugu SLB Love
I feel like he just doesn’t get nearly enough love (but I’m probably biased). Anyway, sharing a fic I wrote him and MC. <3
The Demon Takes a Lover
#slb#slb kanetsugu#naoe kanetsugu#kanetsugu naoe#fluff and smut#fanfic#fluff and angst and smut#slbp#slbp kagetsugu
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I’m still working on requests, but I saw a hashtag over on Twitter I really liked (#OldContentOctober, started by enlightningbugs!) and have been pulling out old drafts to post every Friday this month. I plan to put up a few snippets in between those bigger posts. Some of what I’m posting is unfinished, but mostly they are just… old!
Two are up now on my Ao3:
October is a fall month where I live, so I went autumnal with these preview images for Twitter, but it’s really about the calendar so anything goes! I encourage you to make use of the OldContentOctober hashtag, too! It’s very freeing to feel like there’s a good time to bring this stuff out, and the word is content so this can be words, art, anything. ♥️
#Old Content October#The Arcana fanfiction#The Arcana fanfic#SLBP fanfiction#SLBP fanfic#Julian Devorak
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He Forgives (SLBP Masamune - NSFW)
Game: Samurai Love Ballad: Party
Pairing: Masamune/Female Reader
Rating: NSFW/18+
Tags: vaginal fingering and sex, (mild) angst and comfort, fleeting mentions of Masamune's past
Summary: Masamune does not quite like the rain but he discovers it bearable when she is by his side.
Author's Notes: Requested by @ggirlonthemoon for Masamune with the prompt 'Rain'. Hope you enjoy your read!
Requests for this event are now (long) closed, dear readers. Thank you for participating!
The sky fast fading from morning’s early mist to gray. Ushering in swathes of dark before that first sting of cold against his skin. Countless more before the clouds break into showers.
Masamune does not like the rain.
Worthless. Dismal. It reminds him of two words; spoken so often within his ears once upon a time, the echoes of it still settle as gibbering whispers against his skin.
“Witness these constant rains, you continue to bear us nothing but misery.”
“Get him out of my sight this instant. It’s that demon that lives within the boy. Look at how he watches me! Worthless devil spawn.”
Words that held no ground within logic, painted in contempt against his Mother’s face, she might as well have laid the entirety of the universe’s blame at his feet. It wounded, a razor tugging sharp beneath his heart.
Irrationality preserves still, for Masamune does not particularly like the rain.
He tries and shrugs off the past as he pivots on his heel to retreat to the safety of the veranda from the gardens. Back towards a warm room and a warmer bed, she lies there, still tucked within the comfort of covers and sleep.
And she provides him safety, swift in its return, as he gazes upon her.
She stirs; reaching arms groping about for him by her side and he relieves her search, hand moving to tuck hers within. Thumbing gentle circles against her palm before her eyelids flutter awake and then she smiles at him; dreamy and so very loving, it turns him tender.
“I did not mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” He urges.
She resists.
Moving to rise, she sits herself firmer in his line of sight, just as the hand she cups firm (yet so very loving) against his cheek, coaxing his gaze against hers. It startles him slightly before he too settles. “Is something wrong?” She asks.
He layers that hand against his cheek with his own. “…Not anymore.”
Not realizing the smile he lets slip across his face until she traces her thumb against it, as if cherishing. His heart aches, unalike the way it did moments earlier in fleeting sorrow.
A natural, slow tug of an approach towards each other; only so he can admire the way her eyes light - with him in their hold - her lashes bowing soon after, her cheeks, her chin. Her gentle breaths parting her mouth in response. Her own smile before he feels it against his lips.
“Masamune,” she croons and his name sounds so very loved rolling off her tongue, it makes him curl her closer to himself.
Lips drawing and parting, only to return for more. Her hands flitter down his jaw, across his shoulders, nails digging light. Before she settles a palm against his chest, against the bruising beat of his heart.
She’s so warm when he finds the skin of her hips beneath the press of his fingers and she makes a sound of more.
He loves her so, it is impossible to believe on some days, that he might be deserving of her love at all. To be wanted and cherished as she so does. She is so, so important.
But like all those other times, she sweeps his worries away; quite like she might be rain washing him clean of unhappy thoughts. All thoughts. Except those that seek to love her.
He reaches to touch her where her fingers guide his, in between her legs and he’s the one making a sound now. Finding how she slicks herself against exploring digits.
They’re both breathing hard; breaths that almost waver her image in his vision as she smoothly pulls apart the patch at his eye, letting him reveal himself to her fully.
He sinks towards her, letting her pull him in, dragging his lips against her cheek. Kissing his way across to her ear and she shivers within his embrace. “Are you cold?” He asks, in between kisses.
Squeezing his arm before she smiles at him. “Warm and very comfortable. Touch me more, please.”
The red he feels spilling across his cheeks at her request, mirrored on her own but so happy, he immediately complies.
Gathering her breast within his palm, drawing light touches across the peak as she murmurs in praises. Breaking apart her voice in a hitch when he touches her down below, just the same.
Meeting him closer as if the distance itself, she finds unbearable, drawing herself onto his lap.
Masamune lets his fingers brush against her center, once, twice before she shivers for more, so sweet, he nods once. Hands shaping her hips to guide her down onto him, slow, he feels each slip and squeeze of her against his length.
His low groan joining her soft pleasured moans as they move together. Her arms coming about his neck, to press herself closer, nose brushing gentle, loving against his as she stares into his eyes and whispers of her love.
So precious, he has to catch that sound against his own mouth, and he does.
He is thoroughly warmed by her, he thinks, perhaps, he does not dislike the rain very much when it is braved within her embrace.
End Notes: Thank you for reading!
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