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ikeromantic · 3 years

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The Greatest Harm

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfiction, approx. 1700 words - this scene takes place around the mid-point of Ch. 12 in the romantic route!

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: Unexpected Gifts

Kennyo stood in the doorway for a moment, watching the girl. She was knelt down, cleaning one of the tanegashima. Vital, if you intended it to fire later. But seeing her, a creature of peace, cradling an instrument of death, was strange.

His lips twisted into a bitter smile. As if he, a monk turned demon, had any ground to criticize. This world made monsters of them all. Even kind little girls who still shuddered at the thought of harming someone.

The abbot cleared his throat to let her know he was there. “Neither Mitsuhide nor Motonari have returned?”

She still gave a little jump at the sound of his voice. “Ah! No! I mean - no, not yet.”

Kennyo entered the room. As he did, the girl’s posture stiffened. The muscles in her shoulders bunched tight, and her jaw clenched. Not an inappropriate reaction to a demon, but it still made him feel a spike of shame. For whatever reason, he did not want this girl to fear him. Perhaps Ranmaru’s reports were to blame. Yes. They’d given him an idealistic portrait of the chatelaine. One that couldn’t be wholly accurate.

He frowned at her and at his own reaction. Best to get to the point. “I’ve found the shogun. He is hiding with a daimyo just outside of Kyoto. Take note.”

She set the tanegashima aside and stood. Then hurried to the desk to pull out paper, brush and ink. “Ready!”

The abbot sat as far from her as he could. Perhaps with distance between them she would . . . Kennyo didn’t finish the thought. He set his staff down and adjusted his robes. “My informants spoke with several servants of the daimyo, confirming that he had a guest. The descriptions match, and one overheard the name Ashikaga.” He continued, providing the level of detail he knew Mitsuhide would require to plan, pausing as he went to give the girl time to write.

She smiled as she took down his report. A lock of hair fell forward on to her cheek, and she pushed it back, leaving a little ink smear in its place.

Kennyo was reminded of the children he’d taught at the temple. It made him want to protect her - to tell her to leave while she could, lest her innocence be tainted by the likes of him, the kitsune, and their pirate accomplice.

Of course he said none of those things. But he could not help falling into memory of better times.

When he finished, the chatelaine looked up at him to confirm there was no more to write.

“That is everything. You did well.” His cheeks ached as his lips turned up in a soft, paternal smile. An expression he had not worn in so long that his body had forgotten what it felt like.

The girl blushed and ducked her head. “Ah, it - it wasn’t anything special.”

Kennyo watched her reaction. Humility, gratitude for the compliment . . . He was struck again by the strangeness of finding someone like her here. Though he knew it was wiser to simply leave, he could not help but ask. “Why has a woman like you twined your fate with that of the kitsune?” He leaned forward, locking his gaze with hers. “You will never have an easy life with him.”

Though she could have, the chatelaine did not break eye contact. She gave a small, gentle smile. “He’s more important to me than being comfortable.”

“You unfortunate creature.” Kennyo sighed. “You cannot know all of the atrocities he has committed. The horrors done by his hand or at his behest.”

The girl’s shoulders straightened. “Mitsuhide makes no secret of his past. I learned about the things he has done when he trained me. I accept him just as he is - his horrible side and his gentleness together. I don’t separate the people I love into pieces and decide which parts are worthy and which not.”

It was, Kennyo had to admit, a good answer. And an unexpected one. Yet . . . how could a woman love someone with so much blood on his hands? It was like a compassionate spirit holding to a demon. An impossibility. “I cannot understand you.”

She did not answer, and Kennyo felt the gap between them grow wider. Perhaps there simply was no answer.

The abbot stood. “Forgive me young lady.” It had to be said, but he could admit in this moment, some regret. “I understand, at least, how important that man is to you. But one day I will come for his life.”

Kennyo expected her to be angry, or perhaps frightened. But she only shook her head and smiled. “You can’t have it, you know.”

He did not want her to see his stunned expression, or the battle in his soul. Kind monk and demon, twisting his heart until it bruised and tore. The abbot turned and left, hurrying down the stairs and into the unforgiving light of the bright, afternoon sun.

***

Mitsuhide toyed with the letter in his hands, folding and unfolding it. He had no right to destroy it, but if he burned it and only he knew . . . No. He’d promised his little mouse as much honesty as he could manage.

“Most beautiful flower, I will treasure your letter until the day my heart stops, and perhaps not even then.” The opening line caught his eye. Again. Yoshimoto was good with words. At least, compliments and confessions aside, the Imagawa clan leader agreed to their plan.

The forces of Azuchi and Echigo would meet in mock battle for a time. Long enough to draw the shogun’s eyes. The letters confirming the plan were already enroute, and the rumors set to burn their way to Ashikaga’s ears. With luck, it would be enough to give them an opening. And with more luck than he had any right to, the false conflict would not lead to unnecessary casualties.

“I can see your sweet spirit in the curves of ink, and feel your kind heart through every word.”

Well, perhaps one casualty would be alright.

Mitsuhide folded the letter up and stuck it in his pocket. Reading it again was not . . . beneficial. He would deliver it to his little one, as asked.

When he returned to their rooms, his little one was waiting for him. Her smile and “Welcome home!” was like warm sake to a chilled body. Mitsuhide walked to her and put his arms around her waist. He pulled her close for a kiss, and in the taste of her lips, he lost himself for just a few, sweet moments.

“I missed you,” she sighed and laid her head on his chest when their kiss ended. He hoped she could not hear how fast she made his heart beat.

“And I, you.” He took the letter out and looked at its deep-creased folds. Then, with a steadying breath, he held it out to her. “This arrived for you.”

His little mouse took the letter. “What? What’s this about?”

“It is from Yoshimoto.” He schooled his expression to neutrality, hiding his unhappiness at handing the missive over.

“Oh? Does this mean -”

Mitsuhide nodded. “He communicated our proposal to Echigo and they have accepted. Azuchi has already mustered troops and marches now to the agreed upon location.”

She looked to the desk and back to him. “Kennyo was by earlier. He left information on Ashikaga’s whereabouts. Do you want to read it?”

“I will. Later. I am sure it only confirms what Kyubei discovered. The shogun is hiding so near to us that -” he stopped, realizing the import of the rest of his words. He would need to leave. Tonight, or maybe dawn, at the latest. His throat closed tight and for a moment, Mitsuhide felt he couldn’t breathe. He would be leaving her here, alone. While he went to assassinate Ashikaga. He might not come back. Anything could happen to her while he was away . . .

“Love, what is it?” His little one could feel the tension in him, and sense his sudden anxiety. She dropped the letter she held to reach for him. Yoshimoto’s words fell to the ground, forgotten.

There was no avoiding it. He had his duty. And if he failed, more than his life or hers were forfeit. Mitsuhide looked at her and forced himself to relax, to breathe. “We will depart tonight. And I won’t return until the shogun is no more.”

She took a shaky breath. “Tonight is - is so soon!”

He smiled gently and tapped the tip of her nose. “Don’t look so sad. Didn’t I tell you that all I want is to know you are smiling, far from the conflict. Safe and happy.”

“I know.”

His little one still looked miserable. Mitsuhide sighed. This was more difficult than he anticipated. For himself and for her. He gently lowered her to the floor, and pulled her back against his chest. She tried to turn her head to look at him but he stopped her with a kiss just below her ear. “All I want you to worry about while I am gone is yourself. The greatest harm I could ever suffer would be leaving -”

The words wouldn’t come. Just thinking of her hurt left his mind in turmoil and his heart a gaping hole.

She turned until she could see him, and this time he let her. Though it wasn’t good for her to see such need in his eyes. He had to be strong - for her - and keep smiling. His little one didn’t speak, but she ran her fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his face. And traced a fingertip along his jaw.

“I should consult with Kennyo and Motonari before I leave,” he said, words and heart pulling against each other.

“All right.” Her hand dropped away from him, and she stood. “I’ll get you packed.”

Mitsuhide wanted to say more. He wanted to pull her back into his lap and kiss her. Wanted more than that . . . to touch and taste her every curve, and imprint those memories in his mind so that, in his time away he could relive this night.

But she was already walking to the desk. Her back to him.

“I’ll return soon.”

His little one nodded, and glanced toward him as he walked to the door. Her eyes were damp and wide. Holding back tears. Again.

Next: Strength

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oh-my-otome · 6 years

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Hello, Amalthea dear! If you’re not too busy, or whenever you get a chance, could you do a headcanon on how the Ikemen Sengoku suitors would lovingly wake up the MC? Much love ❤️💕

Thank you for your patience, my lovely!

Kennyo has been up for awhile, holding you close to him with one arm draped protectively over you, keeping you nice and warm against him, His other arm comfortably under your head, like a pillow.

When you open your eyes, they focus on his smile– it hangs lazily on his features, handsome for all of its sleepiness. You bring yourself closer to him, earning a low rumble of a laugh that hums in his throat.

He apologizes for waking you up, but he just loves the feel of you in his arms, and couldn’t help cuddling you, first thing in the morning.

Motonari wakes you up accidentally, when he shifts to sit up and stretch. To compensate you, he pulls you back down and cradles your head against his chest, resting his chin gently on top of your head.

He begins stroking your side in an effort to lull you back to sleep and, wrapped in his embrace, you find that it’s a little more effective than you thought.

You find your eyes beginning to close, despite yourself.

Before you know it, you’ve taken a little cat nap even though you thought you were fully rested.

Only this time, when you wake up again, Motonari’s the one who has drifted off to sleep, safe in your arms.

Ieyasu’s got it all figured out, down to the last detail.

He’s made sure to tell his cook exactly what to make– all of your favorite breakfast treats –and had them ferried up before your usual waking time, for a breakfast-in-bed surprise!

Of course, you can only assume that that was the plan, as Ieyasu is sleeping soundly next to you, curled in a little ball, with one hand clinging to yours.

Just a little way away from the bed lies a legged tray table packed with a sumptuous morning meal, and even a card with your name on it– in his handwriting.

He must have fallen asleep after positioning everything just so!

His brow is slightly furrowed as he dreams, and you giggle quietly each time he mumbles snatches of the conversation he must have had with his staff about what foods to include.

Ieyasu stills after you place a kiss on his cheek, and he trades innocently talking in his sleep for burrowing further under the covers.

Shingen takes advantage of you being a stomach sleeper, and lightly moves your hair away from your face, so that he can have better access to your shoulders and neck.

He gives you a gentle massage, as you slowly make your way out of sleep, all soft respectable touches, and you find yourself adjusting in the covers to give him better access.

Chasing each caress with a quick kiss, you sigh a greeting to him, and he gives you a bright smile to rival the brilliance of the morning sun.

Hideyoshi has been up for hours, off doing his morning training. After a stop at the baths, he’s fresh and clean when he returns to your room.

When he crawls back under the covers, he gives the bed a playful bounce, the momentum causing you to roll over right into his arms.

You wake up mid-roll, but there’s no exasperation in your features– you don’t mind a little silliness first thing in the morning.

The two of you are all smiles as you fit against each other, and settle in the sheets– nuzzling and sharing chaste kisses –saying ‘good morning’ in your special own way.

Mitsunari shifts a little bit, holding his book aloft as you adjust in his arms. It’s always like this, first thing in the morning, the two of you sleeping in and being late risers to boot.

Typically, he quietly leans over to pluck a book from the shelf, and waits patiently for you to wake up, holding the book in one hand and stroking your hair with the other.

This morning, though, you ask him to read aloud, and his cheeks color slightly in the morning light.

“Oh, you wouldn’t be interested,” he insists, and you shush him with a sweet peck to his temple.

Emboldened, he sits up straighter, fluffing the pillows behind him, before hoisting you against his chest and leaning back as one, against the headboard.

As he begins to read, you notice that his voice sounds a little more rough and deep than it normally would. Attributing it to him having just woken up, you lay your ear to his chest, hugging him close to your side, as you listen to him read.

Since meeting you, Nobunaga usually likes to sleep in, but this time he’s up before you are.

Half-asleep, you feel a strange sensation– like you’re floating –and you open your eyes in alarm, looking around wildly.

You realize, then, that you’re being carried princess style, and look up only to find Nobunaga peering down at you in surprise– he’s standing there with you in his arms, out on the tenshu, a thick blanket draped around his shoulders.

He huffs a laugh as you wiggle in his arms, trying to get down. He settles himself on the balcony, placing you in his lap, and wraps the two of you up like a cocoon.

You managed to ruin his surprise– waking to the golden sun, as it rises to greet you –but he smiles at you as if it doesn’t matter, dropping a kiss on the top of your head.

Yukimura has made sure to sneak out of bed to quietly open the windows, wanting to let the call of the morning birds entice you out of your sleep.

With the muted light of daybreak filtering into the room, and the fresh air rolling in, you stir in the bed clothes, shifting closer to seek out his warmth.

He pulls you to him readily, snuggling as close as he can, savoring the feel of you against him, and drawing the covers higher up– higher than they need to be –to give you the first kiss of the morning.

Sasuke likes the feel of your legs tangled with his, underneath the blankets.

When you try to roll over onto your side, he playfully catches your legs with his, and draws closer to you.

He catches your hand next, when you give a mock push against his chest, and he uses the momentum to pull you with him, feigning being knocked back.

With you half on top of him, he brings his other hand up to nestle it in your hair, while at the same time drawing your captured hand to his lips.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of yours when he presses a kiss to the top of your hand, and wishes you a good morning.

Mitsuhide is laying quietly, hugged up against your back, with his arms low on your waist.

Hands clasps and nestled near your stomach, he smooths a kiss on the back of your head, nuzzling into your hair, where you can’t see him smiling warmly– a secret only for him –the covers rumpled all around you.

He knows that you’re awake when you scoot back a little into the cradle of his hips, and arch your back into his chest as you give a little yawn.

Mitsuhide waits for you to look back at him, over your shoulder, kissing his way from the top of your head to your ear with soft butterfly kisses.

Kenshin has been waiting impatiently for you to wake up, and had half a mind to shake you awake himself.

Here he sits in the bedding, however– resting on his elbows with you having slid down his chest, into his lap.

He’s not usually the type to notice these things, but the color of the sky as the sun climbs higher looks particularly beautiful this morning, and in a fleeting moment of sentimentalism, he really wanted to share the view with you.

He hasn’t the heart to actually wake you up, though, so he burns the memory into his eyes, stroking your hair where it spill over his lap and down onto the bed.

He finds comfort in the fact that he will be by your side for many more mornings than this, and there is always tomorrow’s sunrise to look forward to.

You won’t find Masamune waiting for your to arise from your beauty sleep, like every other day.

Instead, the sweet smell of freshly-made pancakes– fluffy and golden –are what pull you out of your sleep, this particular morning.

He usually likes giving chase, and has nothing against you waking up by his side, but as you walk into the kitchen and find him waiting for you at the breakfast table with an easy smile– your place set and ready, food still piping hot –you realize that this time, he wanted you to come to him.

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oh-my-otome · 6 years

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I know this might be a bit hard since we don’t have many routes in Ikesen but how do you think the lords would react to walking in on naked MC (ﾟωﾟ)

“Oh!” was all he said, before hisprayer staff clattered to the ground, rings jingling noisily as the weaponsettled on the wooden floor.

“Oh!,” just “oh!” and inthat one word you could read the entire story playing out in Kennyo’s mind as if you couldsee the images on display before you:

“Oh!” for the surprisedexpression of embarrassment that first graced his rugged features. His eyes widened,and in doing so, his scar was briefly misshapen when he drew his eyebrows up inshock.

That same “oh!” which rung out over the sound of metalhitting hard wood, with its undercurrent of carnal desire that even a devout mansuch as Kennyo could not suppress, try as he might. It filled your ears because youwere listening for it, waiting for it, ready to see every reaction, hear everynuance.

“Oh!” he had said, and in thatutterance you could discern all of its meaning, but the one that caused thebold smile spreading on your lips was its final interpretation.

The one thatblended with the look in his eyes, as he first turned them away from yoursemi-revealed body, only to dart a glance back at you then away, and backagain.

You could translate it perfectly, as you’ve led him down yourpath before: both ‘oh, I should look away,’ and ‘oh, howI don’t want to!’

He was fighting with himself, and you were winning.

Yukimura takes it in stride,laughing along with you as you try to look serious. You were doing fine untilhe almost tripped, when he came in and saw you. You couldn’t help it, but he didn’t mind– anything was fun so long as it was enjoyed with you.

He doesn’t dive in right away,instead kissing the back of your hand and then up your arm, as his free handpulls you in close, to nestle against his chest.

Seeing you like this was quite a surprise, but he’sgot one for you too: your breath catches in your throat when the kisses he’s been placing along your neck switch from innocent exploration to urgent insistence.

Since Mitsuhide walked in, the two of you have been playingcat and mouse, with him playfully ducking out ofyour arms, and then allowing himself to be re-captured, only to twist away again with a sly ‘catch me, if you can’ look.

You continue teasing each other, tumblingover the sheets, and you can almost taste how much he’s enjoying himself, onthis rare occasion, with each nip he allows your lips to take.

Just when you think youhave him, softly pinning his wrists near his head, he flips you over and usesthe same hold on you.

Bringing his mouth close to your ear, you can feel the smile as it spreads on his lips, “play time is over.”

Ieyasu takes a moment to composehimself, attempting to fix a look of indifference on his face. Try as he might,it slides right off when he takes another look at you.

Not bothering with the bed, since you were so good asto come over to where he was standing, he leans back against the closed door,taking you with him.

In the circle of his arms, he hums into your kiss, your hands bunching in the fabric of his kimono. Sweeping the excess fabric of your loose kimono to the side, exposing your leg through the opening, in a sinful peek of skin you draw his hand to your upper thigh, but no further, letting him do the rest of the work himself.

Masamune knows a trap when he seesone, so if you want the upper hand, you’re going to have to earn it. He doesn’tmiss a beat when he walks through the door, and sees you waiting for him.

“Must have gone to the wrong room,” his hand is on the door, andhe feigns his intent to open it, gauging your reaction, “so I’ll be going.”

You half rise on his futon, calling out to stop him, and his too-large kimono slides a little further off of your shoulders with a whisper of fabric. With no tieto stop it from opening further, you pool it around your chest and hold it inplace with your hands.

“Since my kitten doesn’t usually wait for me like this,” hecontinues, setting the mood for your play.

You realize that calling out to stop him has played right intohis hands, but though his hand is still on the door, yours are on thereigns: “who said that I was his kitten?”

Getting to your knees, you begin to stand up slowly, “andwho said that I was waiting for Masamune?”

That got him, and you can hear Masamune throw the lock on the door,before he turns and strides up to you. He pulls you roughly forward to restagainst him, squaring your hips with his.

“My mistake. But you do know that this is Masamune’s room?” says the manhimself, his hands already gathering the fabric of his borrowedkimono. You stifle a cry as the silken material rises against the back ofyour legs like a curtain.

“Never heard of him.”

“Mmmn,” Masamune’s reply is a throaty purr as he buries his lips atthe side of your neck, before making his way down to the plush and pliantsoftness of your chest, “then we should hurry, before this Masamune fellow comes back.”

Shingen is just fine taking youup on your little game, but he prefers a fair fight.

Each confident stride thatbrings him closer to you leaves you tingling with anticipation, and when hekneels by the edge of the bed, you know what to do.

No words are needed between you, yourfingers pushing his kimono slowly off of his shoulders as you begin to undresshim.

His voice is an amused chuckle ashe kisses along the shell of your ear, “fair is fair.”

Nobunaga has just returned fromanother scouting mission, and you’ve been cooped up in an inn all day.

Hearing his key in the lock, youscurry to get into position, and you have just enough time to sink into a pose conveying‘who, me? Seduce you?’ when he opens the door.

He’s shocked for a brief moment,but regards you with an easy smile, knowing full well what you’re trying to ropehim into. Scooping you into his embrace, he settles himself ontop of the blankets with you.

It’s been a long day, and he’s not in a rush nowthat he’s here, with you.

Motonari finally looked up fromreading his book.

He’s trying his best to not ask, because he alreadyknows the answer, but both “why?” and “what are you doing?” arewarring over the tip of his tongue.

If you’re in his room like this, fearlessly on display in yourglory, daring him to make his move– and leave his mark –then it could only mean onething. He asks the question anyway, even though he knows the answer: “have I madeyou wait long?”

You huff at him, a tiny “hmph!” meant to express your annoyance, but hishands are already caressing your shoulders, making their descent down yourarms.

When they get to your upper arms, Motonari slips his hands underneath,pawing at the side-swell of your breasts, soft cupping grasps that set you onedge.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, scooping the hair at yournape to pull you upright, when you arch away from him involuntarily.

With agentle tug, he tilts your head back slightly, placing his own lips a breathfrom yours, “you have my full attention.”

Hideyoshi looked positivelyscandalized, and turned his back immediately, but you’re not about to let himweasel his way out of seeing you as something more.

He sits down on the edge of thebed, somewhat reluctantly, but you don’t push him.

With a squeeze of your hand,eyes still averted, he leans backwards against you and draws your arms forwardover his shoulders, allowing you to hold him.

As he slowly acclimates to thesituation, the comfort of your warmth against his back seeping into him, he nuzzles into your kisses as you place them along his temples.

He doesn’tstop you as your hands start to wander across his chest, encouraging you withlittle sighs of pleasure.

Kenshin isstanding speechless in the doorway of your room, his mouth half-open, surely tosay something, but he can’t remember what.

He had lenthis haori to you for mending, but now he’s not so sure that he wants it back. It looks so tantalizing hanging from your shoulders that it takes Kenshinseveral seconds to realize that coming to retrieve it is why he’s come here inthe first place.

When you getup and walk toward him, smoothing down the fur as you go, and purposefully ignoring howthe fabric glides along your form to billow behind you like a cape, you approachhim with a confident sway to your hips.

You can hear the dry breath that he swallows, see theheat in his differently colored eyes, but what you want are to feel his hands,slightly calloused from sword practice, touching every inch of you, hiddenbeneath the fabric.

Mitsunari had asked you to go aheadand wash up first, so he wasn’t surprised to see you already nestled inside ofhis futon, with the blankets up to your chin.

He pads over to his bed, and after snuggling under the covers,he holds you as he usually does: resting one arm underneath your head like apillow, and hooking his top arm up and over the coverlet, around your shoulders,to anchor his fingers in your hair.

Pressed flush against him, he bunches the loose endsof your hair in his hands, sliding your silky locks through his fingers.

With your head nestled in the comforting warmth of his chest,you try not to close your eyes under the gentle pressure of his lips at yourforehead– tiny little loving kisses, nudging you toward sleep.

“Could you…rub my back?” you suggest. After all, you can’t forget yourmission. It’s not every day that you’re this bold, and he’s legendary for being obtuse.

Mitsunari obliges with a soft laugh of acquiescence rumbling inhis chest, and you can tell by slowness with which he moves that he’s driftingtoward sleep himself– but not for long.

He feels along your back for a few moments, kneading in smallcircles. It’s only when you stifle a laughthat he starts to realize something isn’t right– his fingers are glidingtoo freely over your body.

Before he can level you with a teasingadmonishment, you steal his breath with a kiss.

Sasuke is waiting patiently withhis hands over his eyes, like you told him to, and for the sake of beingproper, he’s shut his eyes for good measure, but not seeing doesn’t mean notknowing.

Of course, he can hear you gigglingand moving around, but the noise that really got his attention was much lowerthan that– nearly imperceptible –almost lost in the background, but he’s a ninja, after all.

Even before you’ve stepped out of yourclothes, Sasuke could hear the pull of the fabric as each garment was taken off inslow succession.

“Okay, I’m ready!” you call outto him, but it’s not the same Sasuke before you now, not the same one who had givenin to your flirtatious whims.

His eyes dark with desire, hesinks to his knees before you, clearly having figured out your little game, bythe tell-tale smirk gracing his lips.

Drawing your hips toward him, youcan feel his breath ghosting up your belly from where you stand, a rumbling sigh as he drags histongue over his canines, “are you ready to play, now?”

#ikemen sengoku

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