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and-not-to-yieldx · 2 years
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patience and autographs - itto x reader
summary: A healer in the Shogun's Army, you're well known for your patience. Unfortunately for you, a certain Oni is known for testing people like you.
pairing: arataki itto x gender-neutral reader
genre: fluff. comfort.
warnings: light mentions of injuries, blood. cursing.
a/n: y'all, I had to get some Itto written. I can't wait to see more of this no thoughts man. enjoy!
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Nothing about Arataki Itto had ever indicated that he would be a well-behaved patient, but you had been hoping maybe you were simply not giving the Oni enough credit where credit was due.
Unfortunately for you, your first impressions have never been wrong.
"Ffff—uck!" The larger man howls as you tease out another of the crudely fashioned hillichurl arrows from his back, his spine arching as he jerks away. The thin arrows that dot his back look more like the quills of a porcupine and seem to bother him as if they were as much - that is, until you start to remove them. You give a cluck of your tongue in disapproval at his squirming, watching as he slams a meaty fist against the dirt ground of the little alcove you two have found yourselves squatting in. Itto is anything but well-behaved as he curses and groans, turning his gaze on you from over his shoulder.
"I thought you Shogun suckers were supposed to be good at your jobs!" He bemoans, giving another hiss as you dab a disinfectant soaked rag against the little mark where the arrow had been. "Burns, burns!" He hisses out, scooting forwards in his cross legged position in front of you. It is not unlike trying to trim a dog's nails, you think, all curled lips away from fangs and wiggling.
"And I thought the Great Arataki Itto would know better than to use his actual body as a shield." You drawl in return. You've risen through the ranks in the infirmaries of the Shogun's army because of your patience and skill. You're not going to let one obstinate oni tarnish your reputation. It is already bad enough that you had your guard down while picking some medicinal herbs for the Shogun's supplies. Even worse that a certain infamous geo-vision wielding oni had taken it upon himself to play hero.
He gives some high pitched whine before slowly, reluctantly pushing himself back closer to you. You actually find yourself scooting back until your back is against the stone wall. The man is a boulder in front of you, and you are effectively trapped between a rock and a hard place it seems. You sigh as he grumbles something you can't quite make out under his breath - somethingsomething greatest, somethingsomething savior - and continue to dab at those little puncture marks of his that have already stopped their bleeding.
"Alright," After a few more minutes, you've got the oni as cleaned up as you can. "You'll need to keep these clean and...!"
Suddenly, he is bent backwards, long white hair pooling in your lap as his fanged grin shines up at you. You are inches away from each other, your eyes widening as the curve of his horns prod the front of your uniform. Whatever you were going to say catches in your throat as it tightens, your heart pounding so loud in your chest you are sure that it is echoing in the cave around you. And when his grin only widens, you are gripped by the thought that archons, he must be able to hear it, too. You hadn't truly gotten a closer look at him, detached in your clinical professionalism you'd always maintained, but now, as his red eyes stare into yours...
"Thanks, Nurse." Your heart does a sickening flip in your chest before stopping altogether as he manages a low growl. His red brow arches as his gaze goes from your eyes, to your lips, and back to your eyes once more, the corners of his eyes beginning to crinkle in amusement. A man who looks like a mountain shouldn't be as nimble as he is as he straightens and turns on his knees, staring you in the face.
"It's good to know," His voice is low as the heat rises between you - how the man isn't the owner of a pyro vision, you aren't quite sure - each word punctuated with an intensity that makes you squirm. Oh, how the tables have turned now, and you suddenly feel the firm stone behind you as you shrink and he continues to lean forwards. Your eyes begin of their own accord to flutter shut and—
"The One and Oni has admirers even in the Shogun's Army!" Wait, what? You open an eye to see Itto with his arms stretched to either side of him, drawn up onto his knees farther away from you as he sharply flexes. Is the man...posing?! His shit-eating grin has practically taken up his whole face as his muscles bulge, the leather straps of his outfit straining against his chest. He turns his head to look at you once more.
And truly, it's that stupid wink of his that finally breaks you.
With a speed that surprises even you, your boot connects with his chest, pushing the demon away from you. It is like kicking a boulder, and you're surprised you even manage to get him to budge as he topples back slightly. Much to your chagrin, he is all grins and belly laughs as you scramble to the side with the intention of putting as much space between you as possible. "I am not an admirer!" Your protest sounds weak and childish, "I...I am going to rest." And really, you're just mad that you fell for that stupid, stupid oni's charm.
His laugh is bellowing as you turn onto your side with a huff, drawing your cloak tighter around you as you use your healer's kit as a pillow. Oni bastard, you think as you scrunch up your face, pointedly ignoring the heat in your cheeks and the way your stomach betrays you with each bit of fluttering and flipping. General Sara was right. Arataki Itto was not worth a passing thought, let alone the focus of member of the Shogun's Army.
When you awake in the morning, the cave feels much bigger and you realize Itto is gone. At first you're pleased that the man seemed to have enough social intelligence to get the hint. But you realize it's not without a parting gift. A scrap of parchment - did he go through your bag?! - he's slipped into your hand, in fact. It's a giant, crude signature of his with a little heart at the end addressed to his biggest fan and personal nurse. For all your patience, you can't help the noise of annoyance that tears from your throat as you quickly ball up that scrap of paper in your hands. This is how he has thanked you? An autograph?!
But just as you're about to throw it, you pause as you take stock of the way the branches at the mouth of the cave have been carefully arranged to hide its contents. It is subtle, but it is certainly different than how you'd fallen asleep. Quietly, you lower your hand, the annoyance fleeing from you in one deep sigh. The autograph is tucked away into your pocket as you slip on your healer's kit, telling yourself you'll dispose of it properly once you're back at the outpost.
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It has been a week. The parchment is in the side pocket of your kit, deeply creased and well-worn.
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kageyuji · 4 years
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I was tagged by @sassy-potato-moose, thank you so much!! Sorry this took a while bub :)
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He kissed me so cautiously, I wondered if he thought I was a forest fire with potential to spread, or simply too fragile to handle with more force than a gentle brush of his lips...
Either way, my fragile edges are sharp.
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and-not-to-yieldx · 2 years
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of shoulders and closer looks - eula and amber fluff
summary: There is always more to Eula, Amber realizes while taking her guard of Eula during her icy lake soaking.
pairing: amber x eula; onesided
genre: fluff! butterflies and crush
author's notes: my first writing sharing! can you tell I just finished the Albedo questline in 2.3?
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"See?" Amber's voice cuts through the calm night as she turns around from where she has trotted ahead of Eula, her grin infectious as she jerks a gloved thumb over her shoulder. "I told you my sense of direction would get us here." She can only giggle as Eula gives a small, but good-natured roll of her eyes at the lakeside behind her. It's more of an enclosed pool, surrounded by jutting mountain rocks of various sizes, but it seems to be good enough for the Knight as she strides forwards. She won't say as much, but Amber knows that it has passed her critical gaze in the way she begins to settle on one of the waist high rocks.
"Truly, your presence wasn't needed here, Amber." It's not said unkindly to the Outrider who is beginning to find her own resting spot, a bit higher up so as to keep up her guarding offer. There's a close enough pyre that she could easily light for her own needs and a good enough vantage that she could see both the waters and any who dared to creep up on them.
"Nonsense!" The brunette gives a flippant wave of her hand as she plops down, already beginning to slip her bow from her back. "Leaving you alone in the dark here after everything that's happened? Perish the very thought!"
Eula wrinkles her nose, but Amber knows her better than most. There's a way her brows have relaxed and how her hands have fallen from where they were perched on her hips that clue her into the gratitude the Spindrift Knight feels. There's no argument after that as she begins to pluck at the laces of her boots, and Amber begins to busy herself with an arrow. Eula might have had no complaints about the cold, but Amber's vision could only radiate so much heat...
Those affected, noble sensibilities Eula wore about her like armor seem to fall to the wayside in the same manner her clothes do as Eula's gloved fingers begin to pluck at the clasp of her tie, pale skin peeking out at her throat as she lays it atop her boots. Eula's business-like movements continue in the corner of her eye, and Amber thinks she hasn't ever been this close before as she glances up.
From behind, Eula's frame is nothing like aristocratic silks and silver trimmings the Lawrence clan hides behind. Her shoulders are strong and chiseled as they are exposed to the chilled air of Dragonspine, jumping and flexing as she neatly folds each piece of her uniform. She is no delicate noble of days gone, Amber finds herself thinking as her own fiery eyes trace over the broadness of her upper body before trailing almost not of their own accord down to solid thighs and calves that appear from unlaced boots. Lace and gems did their very best to accentuate those curves of her frame, but the woman's body is carved like the mountain that towered around them. There is nothing delicate about Eula when she has stripped down to the dark body suit she wears beneath her uniform, only power and stability envied by many a Knight and Adventurer.
It occurs to Amber that of course the woman would be strong with the reputation she has built for herself. But at times it is difficult to reconcile aristocratic manners and grace with the absolute powerhouse that Eula could be in combat. Perhaps that is why the sharp definition beneath her snowy skin makes her breath hitch the same way it had when Eula had pulled her into that tango along the shores of Cider Lake. She had thought it simply to be the confidence that oozed off of the Spindrift Knight that had made her feel so at ease in their dancing frame, but maybe it had been...
Amber's heart jumps to her throat as Eula turns her head to look over her shoulder, blue meeting orange as the Spindrift's thin brows draw tight. Eula's cold anger was infamous amongst the Knights of Favonious, and Amber knew that even she could be subjected to her biting frostiness. And just as she was about to open her mouth, to quickly spit out some sort of apologetic outpouring of words and nervous giggles, the corner of the Spindrift's lips quirk upwards and her brow relaxes into something more like...amusement?
"As my self-appointed guard, shouldn't you be keeping your eyes elsewhere, Amber?" Eula's voice is a smooth drawl, that smirk of hers - something so entirely aristocratic in nature it is almost maddening - deepening. "The edge of the water is certainly clear."
Amber turns her head quickly away as Eula's quiet laugh fills the air, punctuated by the sloshing of water as the very frame Amber has been caught admiring slips beneath the icy surface. She summons a bit of flame to the tip of her arrow that she can only hope hides the way her cheeks have flushed before shooting it towards the nearby pyre. The shot is true and the flame takes to the kindling quickly, radiating with heat. However, Amber is sure the heat of her embarrassment - or at least that is what she is calling it - is enough to consume her entirely.
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and-not-to-yieldx · 2 years
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Hi hi!! Just wanted to drop by and say I love your characterization of Itto in your latest fic <3
thank you!! I have such an attachment to big, muscle-y doofuses. Thanks for reading!!
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and-not-to-yieldx · 2 years
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hi! i rlly loved ur itto x nurse!reader fic, it was so cute and i was literally screaming at the end of it 😭
ahh!! thank you, anon! I'm glad you enjoyed it! <3
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You always talk like that - like you're so sure there's no God, no higher being." "It's not that, I just believe if there were a God, a Yahweh... and he was capable of stopping all of this evil...he hasn't chosen to yet. So who's worse? Evil as expected, or a greater good who refuses to fight it?
//I don't know what to believe, but I know where I stand.
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