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FIC: Masamune vs. the Pineapple [Masa x OC / Nobu x OC]

I’m baaaaaaack...... okay, sort of. The real world has kind of stomped my ass a little bit lately. This is the first thing I’ve finished in over a month now. I’m trying. I really am. Thanks for sticking with me, guys. And welcome to all my new followers! 300 of you out there now! Wow!

Title: Masamune vs. the Pineapple Rating: G Pairing: Nobunaga x OC (Mira), Masamune x OC (Mira) [it’s pretty much EVERYBODY x OC in this AU nonsense that is absolutely not being written in any kind of order] Length: 1400 words Summary: The Portuguese missionaries come bearing gifts. Gifts which absolutely confound Masamune. This is silly, fluffy nonsense that makes me giggle.

Notes: I’m not particularly happy with this piece, amusing as it was to write, but I can’t really say why. It may not be finished. Something else might happen. I just don’t know what yet. Also, Mira is not Japanese. She has a whole backstory that will eventually come out of my head and go onto paper. None of it is particularly relevant for this story because this is absolute silliness. The only mildly relevant factor is that in my head, the IkeSen universe is very much a reverse harem and she frequently enjoys the company of all of her men. Not that any of that is happening here.

Tags: @choi-jiyu, @kisara-16, @puffpuff300-blog

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It was not unusual for Nobunaga to call all of us into the great hall when one of his various guests delivered a gift or tribute of some sort. In the five years I’d been in the Sengoku, I’d witnessed all number of amazing “discoveries” from foreign missionaries that were, in fact, commonplace in my time. Having the advantage of not being Japanese meant I could share my knowledge with him in a way that satisfied us both.

Often I’d sit with Nobunaga on his dais late into the evenings after the guests had retired to explain the items and their purposes. He’d had me read to him from texts written in the Latin alphabet. His appetite for knowledge was…well, voracious was an understatement. The man loved to learn almost as much as he loved to make love.

And that was saying something.

It was a sunny afternoon in late March when an envoy of missionaries—always Nobunaga’s favorite visitors due to their exotic gifts—appeared with a selection of books, artwork, and, strangely enough, food. Crates of foreign fruits and vegetables were opened and placed before us, and the missionaries were not only thanked, but invited to stay for a banquet to celebrate.

The crates of fruit were sent to the kitchen along with Masamune, who was more than ready to dive in and start playing with it. As much as I wanted to follow him and help, my services as Princess Mira of Azuchi were needed in the hall. I enjoyed the visitors’ stories and songs, but…but damn it, I wanted some of that fruit. I also didn’t trust Masamune not to mutilate it in a fit of confused anger.

Nobunaga, sensing my displeasure at not being in the kitchen for this new adventure, brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles.

“Gentlemen, if you will excuse my lovely Princess…she would like to oversee banquet preparations. Her knowledge of foreign produce is needed in the kitchen.” He turned his carnelian gaze on me and I nodded, offering a tiny smile in thanks before rising and bowing to our guests.

“Excuse me, please,” I said, echoing Nobunaga’s words, and ducked out of the room. No sooner were the doors closed behind me than I ran for the kitchen, shoes in hand. With Hideyoshi otherwise occupied in the council room, I didn’t have to worry about his scolding. The burst of speed felt good; I spent too much of my time sitting around being adorable at Nobunaga’s request.

As I neared the kitchen, I slowed to a stop and placed my shoes back on my feet. It was strangely quiet inside as I walked the last few steps, which worried me.

“Masamune?” I called out, “Are you in there?”

“Mmm-hmm…” came his distracted reply. I took a deep breath and peeked around the corner to find…

Chaos. Absolute freaking chaos.

The three crates of fruit had been emptied and were littered across every available surface in the kitchen. Some had been cut. Some were piled in various pots and bowls. There were peels and piles of fruit pulp everywhere. There were oranges, cherries, strawberries, apricots, and the thing that had Masamune’s undivided, if not frustrated, attention. He glared down at the thing with his arms crossed, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

“What the hell is it?” he asked as I moved to stand beside him.

“It’s a pineapple.”

“A what?”

I bent down and picked the fruit up, bringing it to eye level. “A pineapple. It’s a sweet, tangy tropical fruit. Nobunaga will love it. You will too.”

Masamune frowned. “I get all the others—they actually look like fruit. But this damn thing looks like…”

“A porcupine?”

“I was gonna say it looked like Ieyasu, but yeah.” The corner of his mouth quirked up into an annoyed half-smile. “It’s about as friendly as he is, at any rate.”

I turned the fruit over in my hands, enjoying the rough, prickly feel of its surface. “Pineapples can be tricky, but trust me, they’re worth the work.”

“It doesn’t taste very good, so what the hell do you do with it?”

“You have to peel it,” I explained. “The inside is bright yellow and really sweet.” I continued to turn it over in my hands, and as the back side of the thing came into view, I nearly choked on my tongue.

There were teeth marks in the skin, just below the leaves. I looked over at Masamune who scowled at the pineapple, and then I doubled over with uncontrolled laughter.

“Masa…did you…did you really try to bite it?!” I choked out, holding my belly as it ached from my laughter.

“They said it was a fruit…” he muttered. “Stupid pineapple.”

I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my kimono and tried to rein in my laughter…but this was just too good.

“It’s not that funny,” he added with a snort.

“Yeah…yeah, it really is,” I answered, gagging in a breath and trying to stop laughing. The pineapple, still clutched in my hand, dangled from my fingers. Masamune alternated scowling at the fruit then at me. “I’m supposed to be cooking these things.” He pointed to one of the crates, which had five more pineapples inside. “But I have no idea how.”

“Well,” I said, wiping my face as I knelt and placed the pineapple on the table, “the first thing we need to do is peel it so you can taste it. Hand me a really sharp knife and I’ll show you how.”

I laid the fruit on its side and held out my hand, only to receive the hilt of Masamune’s sword. I rolled my eyes and turned to glare up at him. “Really? REALLY?”

“What? It’s sharp.”

“Your head’s not. I can’t cut up a pineapple with this!”

With a dramatic sigh, he knelt next to me and produced a very large, very sharp knife. Step by step I walked him through the process of peeling and coring the pineapple, explaining that if we kept the tops, we could grow our own. Masamune let his annoyance fade in favor of learning about the new food source, and when I held up a piece of the juicy meat, his eyes lit up. He bit the end off the fruit straight out of my hand with a suggestive smirk—classic Masa—so I ate the rest. The bright, sweet flavor exploded over my tongue. I didn’t realize I’d moaned until Masamune’s eye went wide.

“I’ll admit that it’s good, lass, but I wouldn’t go that far.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever get pineapple again!” I replied. “Don’t be a jerk.”

“That thing is the jerk,” he muttered, petulant.

“You’re just mad because it outsmarted you. Now watch.” I quickly cut the remainder into thin slices which Masamune arranged on a platter with the various other fruits. Masamune picked up where I left off, following my example to prepare two more of the remaining five pineapples while I started slicing vegetables and sorting ingredients for the dishes on Masamune’s list.

“What else can we do with it?” Masamune asked as he placed another tray of fruit to the side.

“Well, we can make rice with it. Do you have any coconut?”

“Yes…” he drew the word out, raising his eyebrow at me skeptically. “What are you going to do with coconut though?”

“I need the water from the coconut and I need some of that pineapple crushed up. Oh, and I need to you shave some of the coconut pulp and toast it for me.”

“I’ve seen you do some weird things, Mira, but this one might be at the top of the list.”

“Just shut up and get me a coconut.”

Forty-five minutes later, I lifted a spoonful of steaming, sweet rice concoction to Masamune’s mouth. He smirked as he allowed me to feed him, and his indulgent, ridiculous expression turned into one of satisfied glee.

“That’s really good,” he admitted.

“Are you willing to forgive the pineapple for being mean to you earlier?”

Masamune smiled that cocky smile I loved so much. “I’m still mad at the pineapple, but I’m willing to let it have the win since it means so much to you.”

“I’m so glad. Now let’s go feed everyone. I’m sure they’re hungry.”

“Yeah, okay. But first…”

Masamune caught me by the waist and pulled me close to place a sparkling, fruit-sweetened kiss on my lips. I didn’t think anything could make me enjoy pineapple more, but this…this did.

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So, so beautiful...

A Letter from Mozart

Follower Appreciation Month Mozart (IkeVamp) 💜 #22 out of 31

Sweetest meine Liebe,

Often I find myself in serenity when I lose myself in playing music, but there is no joy more greater for when my hand strums against the delicacy of your softness, whilst my fingers fine tune your body to the sync of your beating heart. I’m driven mad when your hips thrash against me in perfect tempo, as the tips of my fangs bare into the crease of your smooth neck.

My sense of self-control nearly squanders when your hand tousles through the locks of my hair, and I can’t help but press a third finger deeper into your arousal. The soulful sounds of your poetic pants only serve to encourage me more, and then it becomes known to me that I must ravage you. I refuse to take pause, and vow to leave you immersed in a puddle of a gratifying disarray.

Your skin is flushed with a lustful heat, and your eyes are seeping with the desire to take our composition further. Never one to resist an obligation when it comes to my good girl, I shall make haste of the traces of clothing left on me to best be able to settle myself in between your thighs and pleasure you with crescendo movements until your sanity is beyond the capacity of what the heavens themselves can handle.

We shall forget about the mistress known as time, as we soar into the evening reaching our outro together. 

Devotedly yours,

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

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Tangled Hearts - Comte de Saint-Germain x Female Reader x Sebastian [Part 3/3]

Summary: The real reason Comte invited Sebastian to live and work at his mansion is not so innocent as they want to let on. Meeting in the modern world at a BDSM club, Comte and Sebastian discover their mutual interest in dominating and sharing a woman. When you walk through the door, you take the two men by storm, and they find themselves falling in love with you, something they swore would never happen.

Arriving at Comte de Saint Germain’s mansion by accident, you find yourself charmed by the gorgeous Count and his handsome butler, and they capture your heart. When you find out their preferences for sharing a woman, you start to question your own wants and desires.

Part 1   Part 2

Rated: NSFW!

Warnings: Smut, Dom/sub, Spanking, Double Penetration.

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So I was thinking last night about how grateful I am for all of you lovely weirdoes out there. Fandom can be a very lonely place sometimes because people can be horribly cruel to one another. That's why I left fandom for so long. I couldn't stomach the abuse.

I'm so thankful that I haven't run across that in otome Fandom. I was very lonely living in my isolated bubble but all of you have opened up my world so much.

I love seeing little bits of personality shine through in your posts. I love the glimpses into your imaginations through fics and headcannons and imagines. I love the way everyone pushes everybody to be better by sharing and commenting and just simply loving one another. I love knowing there are other people out there who understand my brand of crazy.

Y'all are truly amazing humans. Keep doing what you're doing. 💖

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Whew..... I....um...yeah. Wow.

A Letter from Mitsuhide

Follower Appreciation Month Mitsuhide (IkeSen) 💜 #15 out of 31

Little Mouse,

Where have you scampered off to? I wasn’t finished playing with you yet, and now I’ve found myself in the predicament of being unaccompanied. Shame on you for wiggling free from the sanctions of my grasp. Lest I recall drifting off into a slumber, soothed by the squeaks you pipped out as you peacefully doze. One can only inquire how it’s possible you were even able to utter such sweet sounds, since surely I assumed that beautiful voice was lost after I brought you to climax for the third time in a row last evening.

Your moans were especially becoming as I satisfied my ravenous appetite on the taut of your breast. The way you squirmed as you found your peak, made me very eager to begin my quest down south. My fingers immediately felt the aftermath from my frolic of your chest, and pressed inside of you with ease while dancing around. It didn’t take long for me to push you over the edge, because you came, and you came hard.

Overcome with a burning desire to taste the result my labors of love had left, I barely spared a moment to register those heavenly cries, since my tongue was driven to lick away your nectar until you were once more dry. I was pleased by the begs filled with desperation, as you clutched onto my hair every time my nose grinded against the bud of your womanhood. I’m still aghast your robust screams didn’t wake anyone in the castle, when you’re bucking against my tongue allowed you to reach your final release.  

Do indeed hurry back, little mouse. This recollection has caused me a level of discomfort that can only be alleviated in a way you are best equipped at performing.

Mitsuhide Akechi

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Follower Give-A-Way?

How’s it hanging everyone?? I hope you’re all staying well, despite being cooped up inside or having to work in a potentially stressful place. As it stands I was perusing my notification and was surprised to see I’m only 9 followers away from a wonderful milestone :) If you lovely people can get me those 9 followers by Friday I’ll put together a fun little story give-a-way too keep us all occupied!

Aside from that, how are you lovelies doing? Anyone playing Mitsuhide’s route? We enjoying it so far??

Stay safe, stay inside, and holler if you need someone to talk to :)

Happy reading honey bees!

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Reblogging because this work is gorgeous.

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HELP!!!!

I'm an idiot (this is not news...) and managed to juggle-drop my phone this morning (before coffee) and I deleted a story ask by accident. If you're the one who requested an Ieyasu story last night, please resend the ask. I didn't get all the details down before I idioted and I really, really want to write for you!

#ikesen fanfic #ikemen sengoku fanfic #ikemen sengoku fanfiction #ikesen fanfiction #help #i'm an idiot #asking for an ask

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I have no idea how tumblr works and made one just to tell you Im crying over how good your I love you dummy stories were with yuki and I need more 😭❤❤ seriously some of the best!

OMG THANK YOU! I'm blushing and crying and squealing and...and...thank you so, so much! You've made my black, little heart sing! 😘😘😘

So many authors go long periods of time without ever hearing that they're appreciated. I promise you, we never take our fans for granted. We love hearing that people enjoy what we do.

Please...everybody go hug your favorite author tonight.

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Because my heart wasn't already mush... Happy Birthday, Noble! *g*

Reflections: Nobunaga

Ikemen Sengoku Nobunaga (POV)  (Happy Birthday 2020)

 By K. Crow (May 2020)

Featuring: Nobunaga x Reader

Word Count: 700

Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Cybird.

Warnings: None, fluff

The chill of the night did not bother him. The rush of the day had finally faded, the celebration was over, and the stars filled the darkness with the gentle light he had spent hours contemplating. You had taught him so many things since you came into his life, but one of the most important was happiness.

You had gone all out again for his birthday—a day that to him was quite meaningless before he met you. That he had managed to live one more year, coming slightly closer to his vision each day, yes there was value in that. Yet not a need for celebration.

Still, he had learned from watching you that small things like this made you happy. So, he allowed it. For he wanted to collect every moment of your happiness, place them in a jar for safekeeping, and bring them out when he needed to remember…

Like now.

Now, he was remembering that first night you fell asleep here in the tenshu.

He awoke to find himself amidst the warmth of your lap. Your fingers, though still entangled in his hair, were now motionless.

He couldn’t help the sense of victory he felt as he settled you into the futon beside him that night. Despite all of your protests, you trusted him enough to sleep peacefully at his side. You trusted him enough to draw closer. Curling up against his warmth without hesitation.  

He never thought such a woman could sleep so tranquilly in an unknown place. Perhaps how you sought his warmth was more telling than your sharp tongue? For there was an honesty in your sleeping face which you kept guarded while awake. Your little hands curled into his kimono as if to promise—if he could find a way to reach your heart—you would stay.

You had stayed.

Your happiness became his. You became his.

He was determined to treasure every moment he had with you.

He continued to watch you sleep.  He knew every contour of your face. He had been memorizing every expression for a long time now. Often taking the time to commit the details to memory on nights like this.  

Just now your lips were slightly parted, your breath escaping in steady waves that made them quiver. He knew those lips to be warm and inviting. Filled with a passionate fire and a comforting gentleness. From them fell your ideals, your hopes, your desires, and most importantly your love.

You slept with those beautiful eyes hidden beneath your lashes. The innocence, the love, the determination… he loved seeing every emotion reflected in those eyes like a mirror showing him your thoughts and that beautiful spirit he adored.

He adored seeing you blush. Seeing your smile come out after an onslaught of tears. Seeing you bite your lip with nerves. These were simple ordinary things that he had only previously observed in order to use them for his own advantage. Now they were as much a part of him as they were of you.

He allowed his fingers to tenderly caress a lock of your hair, being careful not to brush against the inviting warmth of your skin.

Yes, he would wait to take pleasure in your warmth tomorrow.

Instead he continued to watch over you. Now, he wanted you to rest, to lay peacefully here in his arms. For peace was something that still felt so unfamiliar to him. Yet, he was learning—thanks to you—and thoroughly enjoying it.

As that peace settled over him, he continued to watch you. His eyes eventually becoming heavy enough for him to allow them to fall closed. As he allowed the first day of the oncoming year of his life come to an end, he allowed himself to do so at your side. For his greatest treasure was your love.

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Get to know the mun

Answer the questions below and tag 11 people you want to know better!

Thank you my darling @choi-jiyu for tagging me! 

1. What do you prefer to be called name wise?

Call me S. It’s all mysterious and stuff.

2. When is you birthday

February 19th

3. Where do you live? (You don’t have to give city, you can give the state if your USA or country if you are overseas)

South Carolina (USA)

4. Three things you are doing right now?

Writing silly IkeSen fanfic, attempting to write my next “real” novel”, and ignoring my kids.

5. Four Fandoms that have your peak interest right now?

Ikesen, Ikevamp, Obey Me, and my favorite haunt...Star Wars (total ReyLo ho!)

6. How has this pandemic been treating you?

It’s...weird. Being home all the time messes with my head. ADHD/Anxiety are not good traits in captivity.

7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now?

Pretty much anything by Blue October.

8. Recommend a movie.

For sheer cheese factor -- Rhinestone. JUST DO IT.

9. How old are you?

Old enough to not want to answer this question LOL... I’m 38.

10. School, University, Occupation, Other?

Full time IT Nerd, published romance author, published dark fantasy author, mom, fangirl.

11. Do you prefer heat or cold?

Cold. I can always add more layers. Once we get to skin, it’s frowned upon in polite society.

12. Name one fact about you that others may find unusual.

I’m ambidextrous and I can write with my feet as well.

13. Are you shy?

Uh, yes. and a socially awkward mess. (sorry @choi-jiyu...totally stealing your answer here!)

14. Do you have preferred pronouns?

she/her

15. Biggest pet peeve?

Willful ignorance. I can forgive true ignorance, but when you ignore the facts in favor of believing something dumb, I have to draw the line.

16. What is your fave ‘dere’ type?

I am a total tsundere with occasional yandere tendencies... so either?.

17. Rate your life 1-10, 1 being really crappy and 10 being best it could ever be.

About an 8. I’m doing what I love, I’m healthy, moderately happy, and comfortable enough that I can be me without regrets.

18. What is your main blog?

@darkkitsuneprincess

19. List your side blogs and what they are used for.

This is it. i’m not coordinated enough for more than one.

20. Is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

I’m a socially awkward mess. (See above about the tsundere/yandere thing...) But once I get to know you, I’m fiercely loyal, overprotective, and horribly inappropriate. My main goal in life is to make people smile.

My victims:

I have no idea who has been tagged, so I’m not tagging. Come play if you want, though!

Get to know the mun

Answer the questions below and tag 11 people you want to know better!

thank you so, so much @severnrsstuff for tagging me! Really, it made me so happy! :D

1. What do you prefer to be called name wise?

I usually tell people to call me Quita (pronounced KEY-tah) or Kitri  :)

2. When is you birthday?

March 27

3. Where do you live? (You don’t have to give city, you can give the state if your USA or country if you are overseas)

I live in the US state of Georgia

4. Three things you are doing right now?

Daydreaming, studying, listening to the birds singing outside my window

5. Four Fandoms that have your peak interest right now?

I only have two as of now. They are Twisted Wonderland (of course) and Tangled the Series. Although… I guess I could also say that I’m really into the general Disney fandom as well

6. How has this pandemic been treating you?

I’m lucky because I can entertain myself quite easily. I don’t really mind being at home with my family (to be honest, I didn’t have much of a life to begin with). However, some days I do get overwhelmingly lonely  :( 

7. A song you can’t stop listening to right now?

Oui ou Non by Angèle. I really can’t get enough of it recently!

8. Recommend a movie.

The Dressmaker <3 

9. How old are you?

I’m 18 <3  I still miss being 16 though :(  That was a good year for me

10. School, University, Occupation, Other?

I’m in school! I’ll be graduating high school the end of this month. Honestly, it’s hard being a high school senior at this time… My class has had so many things taken away  :(

11. Do you prefer heat or cold?

Heat!! I love the heat! and I can hardly stand being cold 

12. Name one fact about you that others may find unusual.

I prefer to read multiple books at once as opposed to reading one at a time lol

13. Are you shy?

Yes… I’m painfully shy  :(

14. Do you have preferred pronouns?

I’m a cis female, so she/her  :)

15. Biggest pet peeve?

When people touch me or others sexually/inappropriately when it’s clearly unwanted  (aka teenage boys)

16. What is your fave ‘dere’ type?

Um… I really don’t know much at all about ‘dere’s xD I know that there’s tsundere and yandere, but I don’t really like either of those two 

17. Rate your life 1-10, 1 being really crappy and 10 being best it could ever be.

I’d give it 6. My life is painfully boring, but it isn’t at all unbearable.

18. What is your main blog?

@quiteria-pure

19. List your side blogs and what they are used for.

This is my only active side blog as of now

20. Is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

I usually take forever to reply, and I’m really sorry about that… It has nothing to do with me ignoring you/that person; it’s simply a bad habit, but I understand how it makes some people really frustrated

I don’t really have any friends through this blog that I can tag… so I’m just going to tag my one other mutual, @vette-chan (I would enjoy getting to know you more, but you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, of course!)

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I Love You, Dummy - Part 2 [ Yukimura x MC (Mai)

This is the silliest, fluffiest, dumbest thing I’ve ever written and OMG I LOVE IT SO FREAKING HARD. Though I’m not sure if I’m going to end it here (which I could) or keep it going (which will end in absolute filth). Thoughts/requests/recommendations always welcome here... I am a slave to feedback, after all. 

Title: I Love You, Dummy Pairing: Yukimura x MC (Mai) Rating: F (for Fluff) Warnings: MORE OF THE SAME...Idiots in love. The dumbest angst ever angsted. Tooth-rotting sweetness. Overprotective dads doing dad things. Description: Having discovered Yukimura is going to propose at the festival tonight, Mai decides to play along only to realize she still doesn’t have all the information...

Those Who Need Tagging: @choi-jiyu, @nad-zeta, @siebenschoen, @tsubaki3192

READ PART 1 HERE

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As expected, the tap on the door was the work of Shingen, not Yukimura. I pretended to be surprised when the door slid open, and then I pretended to be disappointed when I saw exactly who I expected to be standing there.

“Good evening, Princess,” Shingen said with a deep bow. “It appears that ridiculous young man to whom you’ve given your heart has better things to do than escort a beautiful woman to the festival, so he asked me to see to your happiness.” The syrupy sweetness of his words made me roll my eyes.

“You’re such an idiot, Shingen.”

He pressed a hand to his chest and took another deep bow. “Any attention is a compliment when paid to a mere mortal from the goddess of the moon herself.”

I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt, but I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up my throat.

“Your laughter is like chimes on the wind,” he continued.

“Stop right there. Save your flattery for the ladies in town, please. There will be plenty of them for you to pick from tonight and you are something like a hero in these parts.”

He smiled then, a genuine, beautiful smile brimming with affection. “I am pleased to see your happiness has returned.”

“I’m excited for the festival,” I answered, which wasn’t exactly a lie. I was excited for the festival, among other things. “I assume we’re meeting Yukimura there?” I asked, and when I placed my book on the table and rose, Shingen’s eyes went wide. He laughed, a full, loud belly-laugh.

“Does Yuki know that the two of you are a perfect match tonight?” he asked, indicating my red kimono made specifically to match Yukimura’s haori. I felt a little strange wearing the Sanada crest on my own sleeves, but we’d been telling each other for a year now that we were going to stay together forever. And with Kenshin spilling the big secret…

“No,” I answered. “I gave him the haori this afternoon when I saw him because he’s been so…gone.” I tried to force sadness into my expression, which was a waste of time considering Shingen could read me like a damned book. “He left in a hurry afterward, so I was going to surprise him when he came to get me.”

Shingen’s already-wide smile widened further. “I see.” There was something almost fatherly in the way he looked at me…like he was ready to give me away or something. He turned and offered me his arm. “Shall we go? I would hate to keep Yuki waiting. You know how impatient he can be.”

I took his arm and allowed him to lead me out of the castle. Not surprisingly, Kenshin waited at the gates, somehow looking both bored and impatient. “Took you long enough,” he muttered before turning on his heel and walking ahead of us.

“Ignore him,” Shingen said with a chuckle. “He’s hungry.”

“Apparently.”

The sun was nearly gone by the time we reached the market, and a hundred different sensory points descended on me at once. Sweet and savory scents of various treats floated on the breeze that jostled the brightly-colored lanterns. Jovial conversation and peals of happy laughter wove in and out of the sights and smells, mingling with the warmth of the late-summer air. I was, I realized, happier than I’d ever been in my life. Or would have been, if Yukimura had been there with me.

As Shingen guided me through the marketplace, Kenshin occasionally turned to push some kind of food on a stick or a cup of something to drink into my hands.  It almost felt like I was being spoiled by a pair of overindulgent dads. All I needed was for Nobunaga to show up and add to the insanity…

Which, I remembered, was very likely given my boyfriend had gone to him in search of approval of our union. As soon as my mind turned back to the upcoming event, giddy excitement filled me. My hands began to shake and my heart picked up its pace. It could have been a sugar rush from the sweets forced on me by Kenshin, but the way the butterflies flapped around in my belly told me it was much more.

Beside me, Shingen laughed. “Are you anticipating something, my dear?”

“I…oh…um, no. Just excited to see Yukimura,” I stammered. “We, um, haven’t seen much of each other since we got here and I just really want to spend some time with him.”

Shingen made a quiet musing sound and patted the hand curled around his elbow but said nothing else. Kenshin, I noticed, was sticking closer as we made our way toward the end of the street, and it was then that I realized why.

Everyone else at this festival had come to a stop and they lined the street, watching as we passed. Kenshin was right when he said I was probably the only person in Japan who didn’t know what was going on.

“Um, Shingen?” I asked, tugging on his elbow. He bent toward me to hear my question. “Why is everyone staring at us?”

“Not at us…at you.”

“Why?” I was pretty sure I already knew why, but I wanted to see if he’d tell me.

“No reason in particular,” Shingen lied, “though you are stunningly beautiful tonight.”

He guided me around the corner, away from the prying eyes of the shopkeepers and toward the shrine only to come to a dead stop in the middle of a similar crowd, all craning to get a look at me…and the man standing directly in our path.

“Mai…” Nobunaga’s deep voice rumbled through the night air, startling me so much that I stumbled and would have fallen were it not for Shingen holding onto me. “You kept me waiting. I do not like to wait.”

My jaw flapped like a broken hinge a few times before the reality of his presence sank in. Yep…this was really happening. Either that or I’d gone totally insane and was now hallucinating all sorts of nonsense.

I blinked, then blinked again.

Nope…still there.

“How was I supposed to know I was keeping you waiting if I didn’t even know you were going to be here in the first place?!” I almost shouted in my excitement.

Nobunaga laughed. “I see you’ve lost none of your fire.” He offered me is hand and, pulling away from Shingen, I rushed over and took it only to be pulled into a tight embrace. “You have been missed, Mai. Are you certain you don’t want to come back to Azuchi?”

“I’ll always come back to visit, but you know full well my heart is here with Yukimura.”

Nobunaga snorted as he pulled my arm into the crook of his elbow as Shingen had before. We walked side-by-side, drawing all sorts of attention from the festivalgoers.

Is that THE Oda Nobunaga? Here in Echigo?

That’s the Oda Princess! Isn’t she lovely?

Is she really marrying one of our samurai?

Why is Kenshin allowing Nobunaga to walk before him?

Nobunaga chuckled at the not-so-quiet whispers. I looked back over my shoulder to find that Shingen and Kenshin walked beside one another… and that all the people who had watched us pass had now fallen into line behind us.

This wasn’t just a crazy proposal setup…this was a damned wedding procession. And I’d unintentionally added to it with the matching clothes I’d made for us. And I was wearing red. All I needed was the elaborate headpiece and I’d be a perfect picture for the history books.

“Um, Nobunaga? Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Am I getting married tonight?”

Nobunaga laughed, long and loud. The sound drew the stares of everyone around us and it kind of annoyed me. I was tired of being laughed at, coddled, head-patted, and treated like some dumb little girl. So far the only person who had been straight with me at all was Kenshin and I was willing to bet a year’s salary that he was only doing it to be spiteful.

“I assumed when Yukimura came to me asking permission to wed you that he had discussed the arrangement with you first.”

“No…no, he hasn’t.”

That only made Nobunaga laugh harder. “Then it appears I’ve ruined a grand surprise.”

“Kenshin already beat you to the punch. Sort of. He told me Yukimura was planning to propose. He didn’t tell me the rest.”

“Well, then I suggest you act surprised, because he has gone to a good bit of trouble on your behalf.”

“Thanks…that doesn’t make me nervous or anything.”

Nobunaga glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, ignoring the continued stares and whispers around us, and when I looked up at him, I discovered the humor had gone from his face. He looked every bit the imposing warlord…or yet another concerned father. I had the dad-trifecta going on here…all I needed was Hideyoshi to be waiting at the end of this mess to fuss over me a little bit.

“Do you love him?” Nobunaga asked, startling me out of my thoughts.

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

“Then what is there to worry about?”

He was right, of course. Nobunaga was always right. As the shrine came into view, the anxiety that had crept into my mind vanished. I loved Yukimura more than I’d ever loved another person. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Just because he jumped the gun a bit with the plans didn’t mean I wasn’t ready to take that dive with him.

The sea of excited onlookers parted to reveal a truly magnificent sight – flowers everywhere, candles and lanterns, and nearly every person I’d come to care about during this time. It was such an over-the-top setup that I began to laugh.

It was not a delicate giggle befitting a princess. No, this was an out-loud, braying horse-laugh that rattled up and out from my toes.

“Mai?” Nobunaga questioned though he couldn’t hide the humor in his voice.

“This…this is…ri-di-cu-lous!” I barked out, leaning into his side to keep myself upright as the hilarity of this situation took over my better sense.

Yukimura was not, and never had been, the romantic type. We weren’t a lovey-dovey couple that surrounded ourselves with hearts and rainbows. We were loud and obnoxious, stubborn and argumentative, and passionate in both our beliefs and our love for one another. In that moment as I stared at the carefully-orchestrated circus my soon-to-be-husband had created, everything began to make sense. I understood exactly why was so weird.

He’d embarrassed himself trying to make me happy. Silly boy.

Besides, I knew it wasn’t him at all. This whole thing smacked of Yoshimoto’s influence, down to the very last, perfectly-placed flower. He was also conspicuously absent.

“I agree that it is a little…extravagant,” Nobunaga said as we neared the shrine where Yukimura and Sasuke waited, groom-and-best-man-style.

“Yukimura is an idiot,” I said once I reined in my laughter. It would do no good to let him see me laughing. “I don’t need all of this nonsense and I have no idea how Yoshimoto talked him into it. It’s almost embarrassing.”

“Almost?” Nobunaga asked, raising one eyebrow at me. “The fact that your face is bright pink says otherwise.”

“Hush.”

Nobunaga chuckled again and let me past the point where the onlookers halted, onto the grounds of the shrine. Hideyoshi and Masamune waited for me to pass—bringing about another near-hysterical giggle in the process—before falling in step behind Kenshin and Shingen, followed by Mitsunari and the ever-grumbling Ieyasu. Only Mitsuhide’s presence was noticeably absent. But I didn’t have time to wonder, as I was suddenly face-to-face with the love of my life.

“Hey,” Yukimura said with an infuriating smirk.

“Hey yourself,” I answered. “You gonna tell me what’s going on here?”

“No,” he replied curtly, though he held out his hand. “Not yet. Now come on.”

I let go of Nobunaga’s arm and reached for Yukimura’s hand, and that’s when he noticed my clothing choice. His eyes went wide and perfectly round while his mouth fell open with a small gasp. Heat bloomed up the back of my neck and over my cheeks, rising in time with the flush of his skin.

“You…what? What are you wearing?!”

“Surprise?” I tried to smile but my nerves kicked into high gear and my heart started to race. “I thought…it might be fun if we, you know…matched.” Yukimura continued to gawk at me, and the look of shock on his face made me wonder if I might have made the wrong choice. “Do you like it? I…um…I can go change if—”

“No!” he shouted, startling me and causing everyone around us to laugh. “I mean, yes. I do. I mean…changing would take up too much time. Just…come on.”

“A word of advice as your Best Man,” Sasuke said, stepping up beside us, “you might want to compliment your bride. And, uh, you know…ask her to marry you now,” he stage-whispered.

“Damn it!” Yukimura growled. “Yoshimoto…”

“Where is he, anyway?”

“Inside with… wait. No. This is stupid. I’m not doing this.”

He tried to pull away but I held tight to his hand, making him stay beside me.

“Yukimura, look at me.” He hesitated but ultimately turned back toward me, keeping his gaze on his feet. “I figured out what was going on a long time ago, okay? You didn’t exactly keep your plans a secret from anyone except me and all of our surprise guests kinda gave away the punchline here.”

“You think this is a joke?!”

“No, you idiot! I think it’s sweet. A little overdone, but sweet. And beautiful. And romantic.”

“Oh gods!”

“And you don’t need to ask me to marry you, Yukimura. My answer is yes. It has always been yes.”

“You don’t have to—what?” He finally looked at me, his surprised expression almost comical.

“I said yes.”

“But…why?”

“Yuki,” Shingen chided, reminding both of us that everyone we knew was watching, “stop talking and accept the poor girl’s lapse in judgment. Or are you now trying to talk her out of it?’

“No!” Yukimura snarled.

“Then shut up and marry her before I steal her away!” Masamune called out, earning groans from both of us and an elbow to the ribs from Hideyoshi.

“Don’t ruin this for her!” he hissed, causing our one-eyed friend to giggle.

“Go, Yuki,” Shingen ordered. “One step at a time. Left-right-left-right…”

Yukimura groaned audibly and pulled me along with him. We glanced at each other again and started to laugh.

“This is dumb,” he said.

“It’s your fault,” I told him.

“No, it’s yours. I was told girls like this kind of thing.”

“By who?”

“Sasuke and Yoshimoto ganged up on me. And Shingen told me I had to be romantic. Like I said, stupid.”

“And sweet. It’s beautiful.” Yukimura went silent as we entered the shrine and found Yoshimoto waiting with a wide grin on his face. “Do you really need me to tell you why I said yes?” I asked as we turned to enter the shrine.

“Kinda, yeah.”

“Because I love you, dummy. Now let’s get married.”

Yukimura groaned beside me. “This did not go at all how I planned.”

“Honestly, when it comes to us…does anything?”

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Oh...yes please, Theo. And thank you.

A Letter from Theo

Follower Appreciation Month Theodorus (IkeVamp) 💜 #10 out of 31

Hondje,

Perhaps a modest admonition is imperative, since the lingering mark I entrenched on the bud of your breast doesn’t seem to kindle that feeble memory of yours into recalling you whose bed you zealously share in the eve. For I tally the seconds until your return, given the bustle of the manner has become mundane without the spry of your steps jostling down the hallways. Although it matters not to me when you rejoin the residence, I’ll confess, life is somewhat lusterless when your presence elsewhere.

Upon your return, I envisage the moment you step through the entryway of the door, your body will be pinned against my own and the wall. With one wrist bound by my hand above the top of your head, my lips dispense cruelly sensuous kisses on the nape of your neck, all whilst you suppress the carnal moans absconding through the pout of your lips to prevent the other residents from eavesdropping. 

Prepare to endeavor and relinquish your last shard of self-control. Soon you will encounter the throes of my devoted passions, and you will come to succumb to each of my last carnal desires. I foresee a pleasureful rendezvous in your future, hondje.

 In case my intentions were not clear enough, do not hinder any longer than necessary and scurry on back into my arms.  

Theodorus van Gogh

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I Love You, Dummy - Part 1 [Yukimura x MC (Mai)]

First: 220 FOLLOWERS!!! OMG!!! YOU GUYS ROCK SO HARD!!! 

Second, somebody mentioned one day last week that there’s not enough Yuki content and I happen to agree. Since the rest of these fools still aren’t talking to me, I went back to this silliness. Yukimura is such an idiot and I adore him. Part 2 will be along shortly, will be full of more fluff, and may or may not be NSFW.

Title: I Love You, Dummy Pairing: Yukimura x MC (Mai) Rating: F (for Fluff) Warnings: Idiots in love. The dumbest angst ever angsted. Tooth-rotting sweetness. Description: Something is up with Yukimura. He’s been avoiding Mai for days. Kenshin spoils the surprise and romantic shenanigans ensue. People Who Need Tagging:  @choi-jiyu @nad-zeta -- hit me up if you want me to add you.

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Whatever it was, it had been bothering him for days. From the minute we arrived at Kasugayama, it was like a switch had flipped and my adoringly-sweet-yet-m oderately-awkward boyfriend became a totally different person. I wondered if I’d inadvertently said or done something to upset him on the trip in, but I couldn’t think of a thing. And since we arrived, I’d barely even seen him.

He hadn’t mentioned it. Hadn’t said anything at all, as a matter of fact. It wasn’t like Yukimura to not speak at all. He always had something to say, even if it was just snark. But the fact that he’d not only not talked to me, but gone out of his way to avoid me told me something was definitely up…

…which was exactly why I was standing in the garden with Shingen, waiting for him to answer my question.

“He was so excited to come back to Kasugayama for the festival,” I added after explaining my dilemma to Yukimura’s surrogate father. “But since we got here, he’s been so…weird. I mean, he’s always an awkward idiot, but this goes way beyond that.”

“If there were a problem, surely Yuki would come to you first,” Shingen told me after several long, agonizing moments of pretending to ponder my question. I could see the lie in his eyes. Shingen knew something. I mean, he was only feudal Japan’s greatest master of information…second maybe to Mitsuhide…so I knew he knew what was going on. And he knew that I knew that he knew. I could see that too. I hadn’t spent the last year with these knuckleheads without learning how to read them the same way they did me.

“Okay,” I responded with a curt nod. “If you don’t want to tell me, fine.”

I turned and left, ignoring Shingen’s calls for me to come back. He might not be willing to help me, but I knew there was one person in Kasugayama who would.

***

“I would, but you know the saying—bros before—”

“I would not finish that statement if I were you, Sasuke. He may be your bro, but I am certainly not the other.” My moderately awesome ninja friend swallowed with an audible gulp and took two steps back from me. I didn’t blame him; if I looked anything like I felt, then I looked like I wanted to wring his neck. “This routine is starting to get old, you know. Yukimura hasn’t said a word to me in three days. He’s avoiding me since we got here. He didn’t come to bed last night until…well, I don’t know when, and he was gone again when I woke up. Shingen is being his usual, obnoxious self, and even you aren’t willing to tell me what’s going on even though despite your weak facial muscles, you have a terrible poker face!” I threw my hands up in the air and groaned. “If I wanted to be left in the dark with everyone I know plotting against me, I’d have just stayed in Azuchi!”

“Mai…”

“NO.” I held up a hand. “You’re not going to betray Yukimura’s confidence and I don’t want to hear anymore excuses. You tell that idiot that when he’s ready to apologize for being such a moron, he can come find me. I might still be here.”

My voice cracked on the last word right alongside my heart and for the second time that day, I stormed away from one of my friends, though this time I did it so nobody would see me cry.

***

If I’d thought for one second someone might find me hiding behind a sakura tree in the most remote, well-hidden corner of the garden, I wouldn’t have gone there to have my little pity party. And if I had thought someone would find me, I certainly wouldn’t have expected it to be who it was.

“This is why I find women so tiresome,” Kenshin said, scaring a shriek out of me. I’d been so absorbed in my own silliness and the absurd plot to steal a horse and ride back to Azuchi to be with the other half of my Sengoku family that I hadn’t even heard him approach. I wiped my face on my sleeve and looked up to find a hard scowl marring the ethereal beauty of his face. Those mismatched eyes, though… they were full of concern.

“Sorry to bother you, Kenshin,” I said through my sniffles. “I’ll just go.” I started to rise but he placed a cold hand on top of my head.

“Stay,” he said, his touch softening as he stroked my hair with almost brotherly affection. “You are clearly upset about something and came here to hide.”

“I did.”

He surprised me by sitting down beside me. I’d grown used to his weird mood swings even if I’d not grown entirely used to the man himself. Even in repose, Kenshin was still the most intimidating thing I’d ever seen. Disarmingly beautiful…but decidedly lethal. I knew full well he could take my head from my shoulders if the spirit moved him to and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it. I’d already be dead before I could even think to react.

“I assume the cause of your distress is your lover,” he said, raising one thin eyebrow at me. I nodded and hid my face in my sleeves so she couldn’t see just how much of a mess I was. “I am not surprised. Since the two of you arrived, he has been quite…obnoxious. More so than usual.”

“He’s avoiding me,” I said, my voice crackling like dry tinder from the torrents of tears. “We argue all the time. It’s kind of our thing. But even when we were supposed to be enemies, he never went out of his way to hide from me.”

“That boy is a fool,” Kenshin answered. His tone was harsher than usual and when I glanced up at him, I may as well have been staring down a pair of knives for all the sharpness in his gaze. “You would think, having been in Shingen’s service nearly his whole life, he’d have at least learned something about women.”

I snorted. “That’s pretty funny coming from you, you know.”

“I know a great deal about women,” Kenshin replied defensively, his lips pressed into a thin line to hide the smile teasing them. “I am no monk, Mai. However, I choose not to waste my time with frivolities.”

“Then why are you talking to me?”

“Because you were crying. Women should never cry.”

That time I did laugh. “Then if you know so much about us, tell me…why are women so emotional?”

“That, little one, is one of life’s great mysteries.” He smirked then turned his gaze away from me, looking out over the garden. He heaved a sigh, as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “If you must know, Yukimura wishes to marry you,” Kenshin said, and my heart stuttered to a shocked halt.

Say what now?

“But…”

“You didn’t know?” he asked, though he knew full well I didn’t know. “I would apologize for ruining that surprise, but I am not sorry in the slightest. I am weary of you moping about my castle and his frantic idiocy.”

“How did you find out?” I asked, hoping to wrap my mind around this. His initial statement rang through my mind again and again, but it seemed no more real than a daydream.

“I am actually surprised you didn’t know before now. That fool has interrogated every person in his path for three days seeking guidance in the matter. He sent letters weeks ago informing both Nobunaga and myself of his plan to ask for your hand during the festival. As it seems I inherited care of you in that alliance,” his nose wrinkled as he thought of the Alliance between Echigo and Azuchi and the resulting custody arrangement between himself and Nobunaga, “it was up to me to provide the blessing for this upcoming union.”

“So you’re saying Yukimura wrote to you and Nobunaga and asked permission?”

“Yes. Now that you have arrived, he and Sasuke have cobbled together some elaborate nonsense for the occasion that involves Shingen escorting you to the festival. I find this whole affair a waste of my ninja’s time.”

I laughed at that. “I do too. I don’t need anything elaborate. I thought Yukimura knew that.”

Kenshin shook his head. “The boy is daft. If I understand correctly, Sasuke has commissioned fireworks from the artisans in Oshu.”

My jaw fell slack. “Sasuke went to Masamune for fireworks? What on earth are they planning?”

Kenshin shrugged one shoulder as if he’d grown bored with the conversation. “How many people know?”

Kenshin chuckled. “It appears you are the only person in all of Japan that didn’t. I suspect you will have quite the audience this evening.”

Excitement replaced my shock. I’d never known Kenshin to lie. But one thing still didn’t make sense to me. Here I’d begun to think I’d done something to upset Yukimura, and that wasn’t the case at all. I’d wracked my brain for the memory of even the tiniest transgression, but there was nothing. And now this bombshell…

“But—but why is he avoiding me?”

Kenshin fixed me with a hard, impatient stare. “You already know the answer to that question. You, yourself have said more than once today that he is an idiot.”

“Because he is.”

“I agree.” Kenshin rose in a fluid, graceful motion, then took my hands and pulled me to my feet. I felt like a tromping elephant beside a gazelle as I rose. Even after I stood, Kenshin held onto my hands. “He intends to ask at the festival tonight.” Kenshin reached up an smoothed a lock of my hair back into place. “I suggest you pull yourself together and go get ready. I shall send the maids to assist you.”

Kenshin gave me one last, lingering look before turning away and leaving me alone in the garden with a head full of bubbles.

Yukimura wants to marry me…

***

Every bit of anxiety was washed away as I turned and ran back to our shared room. Our first “date” had been at a festival. My insides still fluttered when I remembered our first kiss under the fireworks. My heart skipped a beat at the memory of the fire in his eyes when he looked down at me, the way the bright colors in the sky reflected in his gaze. I remembered the feel of his hands on my waist and how I’d clung so desperately to him, not wanting to leave his side. I remembered the sweetness and innocence in that moment, before the world saw fit to try and tear us apart.

Yet we’d survived, we’d come through it all together. And now, a year after my return to this time and the man I’d fallen desperately in love with, we were on the cusp of this grand, new adventure. He was, in his own ridiculous way, trying to make this night special for me. And I…I wanted to do my part.

In all the excitement, I’d forgotten that I had something for him until that moment. Since I was now in on his secret and I knew he wasn’t going to come back before tonight, I dug through my bag until I found the two wrapped packages at the bottom. I set one off to the side and went to the desk with the other, prepared to write a letter to Yukimura when the door slid open and he appeared.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. His clothes were rumpled and his hair windblown, as if he’d just spent the last fifteen minutes either sparring with or running from Kenshin. Either was possible, except that I’d been with Kenshin until about five minutes ago. Whatever the reason for his huffing breath and disheveled state, it must have had something to do with his “surprise”.

“Oh, um…I’ll come back,” he stammered, breathless, and started to close the door.

“Yukimura, wait!” I shouted, rising with the package still clutched to my chest. He hesitated, panic flashing across his face, and I could see him consider just closing the door and running again. Now that I knew what was going on, his awkwardness was adorable. “I, um, have something for you. For tonight.”

Fear. Blind, bald fear flashed across his face. “Why?”

I closed the distance between us, noting how he stiffened as I neared. When I reached out and took his hand, he froze, the urge to bolt even more evident in his posture. Though when I tugged his hand, pulling him inside, he came willingly.

“Do I have to have a reason to give you a gift?”

“No, but…”

“But what?” I pushed. Yukimura began to sweat, tiny beads of perspiration appearing at his hairline. “You give me gifts all the time.”

“That’s different,” he replied, turning his hand to lace his fingers through mine.

“How so? It’s only fair that I do things for you once in awhile.” Before he could escape, I closed the distance between us and laid my head on his chest. Despite the weird gurgling noise he made in his chest, Yukimura’s arms went around me. My heartbeat jumped into high gear as I inhaled the scents of incense and woodsmoke lingering on his clothes. He was definitely up to something. “I made something for you,” I said against his chest. “Since our first official date was at a festival a lot like this one, I wanted to give you something to make it extra special.”

“Mai…”

Yukimura hooked a finger under my chin and tipped my head back to kiss me. His cheeks, ears, and nose glowed with embarrassment, which only made him more adorable. Though when his tongue swept between my parted lips to tangle with mine, all thoughts of sweetness evaporated. His arms tightened around my waist and the package I was holding thumped to the floor so that I could wrap my arms around his neck. He poured all of his love and affection into that kiss. His hands roamed over my sides and back, pulling me impossibly closer while I threaded my hands through his messy hair. It would take nothing at all to drag him across the room to our futon, but we both had plans now. Both had roles to play in tonight’s little drama.

When we parted, we did so breathless and clinging to each other for support. “Gods…I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I pressed my cheek to his chest and listened to his hammering heart.

“You said you had something for me?” he asked, his usual cheeky tone returning as his breathing slowed.

We sank to the floor together and I placed the package in his hands, watching with a mixture of excitement and nervousness as he unwrapped the bundle to reveal the haori I’d made for him.

“Mai…you…you made this?” he asked, his eyes going wide as he unfolded the garment and laid it out for inspection. His fingers traced over the black coin-crests embroidered into the shoulders of the deep, red garment—the Sanada family crest—and over the fine gold threads woven through the decorations along the neck.  “This is amazing…”

“I’m glad you like it. I thought you might want to wear it to the festival tonight.”

“You bet!” he chirped, then as if remembering the festival, his nervous energy returned. His shoulders tensed and the anxiety returned to his eyes. “But, uh, I have some stuff to—er—do before then. I’ll, um, be back in a little bit.” Yukimura leaned in like would kiss me again then thought better of it, placed a quick peck on my forehead, and all but ran from the room, nearly bowling over the two maids Kenshin sent to help me get ready.

“Silly boy,” I muttered, shaking my head as I rose from the floor and ushered the maids inside.

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Tangled Hearts - Comte de Saint-Germain x Female Reader x Sebastian [Part 2/3]

Summary: The real reason Comte invited Sebastian to live and work at his mansion is not so innocent as they want to let on. Meeting in the modern world at a BDSM club, Comte and Sebastian discover their mutual interest in dominating and sharing a woman. When you walk through the door, you take the two men by storm, and they find themselves falling in love with you, something they swore would never happen.

Arriving at Comte de Saint Germain’s mansion by accident, you find yourself charmed by the gorgeous Count and his handsome butler, and they capture your heart. When you find out their preferences for sharing a woman, you start to question your own wants and desires.

Rated: NSFW!.

Part 1 can be found on @ikemensanctuarysmasterlist​

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