*Omg. This ask is so old! But I am determined to cleaning out my inbox this year! I know, I know. I made that promise two years ago, LOL. But this time it’s real! This was inspired by your headcanon. Enjoy! P.S. Sending you good vibes! *

PATCHWORK

“I’m not okay.” The young soldier winced as Yamazaki inspected him. His black sleeves soaked the red out as the man continued to bleed from the side of his stomach.

“Okay” was an understatement. He was bleeding profusely and could die if this wound did not close.

But his whiny voice annoyed Yamazaki and it took a lot of will power to keep his eyes from rolling. Now was not the time to be a prick, he told himself.

“It’s just a flesh wound.” Yamazaki kept his cool, his hand steady as he began to stitch him back together.

The man jerked as the needle pierced through the skin. He lifted his head up, one eye opened to peek at the source of his pain.

“’Flesh wound’?” He cried out a sound like a dog yelping in pain. “I’m filleted like a fish!” The man sobbed again, shaking his legs in agony.

“Stop… moving.” Yamazaki raised his voice, his eyes glaring at him with annoyance. “I’m trying to close the wound, but I can’t do it if you keep moving.”

Yamazaki hurried his fingers, keeping the stitches close together like he was repairing a tear on his kimono. He did not have the expert skills of a dressmaker, but he was precise like a surgeon.

“What’s taking so long?”

“Quiet. I’m making a quilt.” Sighing, Yamazaki flicked his eyes at the man and contemplated if his life was worth saving. It took a lot to piss off the ninja, and this one was testing him right now. It was a thankless job, and he didn’t expect any of his patients to give a damn about him at all. After looping the last stitch, Yamazaki wrapped the man in a cloth to cover the suture.

“All right,” he said, lifting the soldier to sit up. “Keep the stitches clean and dry.”

Yamazaki washed his hands then gathered his belongings. The man soon fell asleep, and the ninja left in silence, running toward the battlefield.

Challenge accepted.

Happy Birthday, Eevee! I know this ask was from a long time ago, butI hope you enjoy this for your birthday, anyway! Love you!

Chizuru stared out her window, watching the pink and white petals getcaught in the wind. Feeling the breeze whisper inside her bedroom,she tugged at her sleeves to lengthen them, but her eyes were drawnin by the gold and black patterned trim of her kimono. She only knewone other person that had the same exact pattern.

It had been more than six months now since she became Lady Kazama ofthe West. The village rejoiced when their lord had finally settleddown, marrying a pure-blooded Oni as well. She still couldn’tbelieve her wheel of fortune—the once page to the greatShinsengumi, and while it took a lot of convincing at his end, shewas now the wife of a noble lord.

“Yukimura of the East? I thought there were no survivors?” Theelderly woman turned to Kazama, slipping a red and white envelope inhis hand as she bowed. Her words made Chizuru’s stomach drop,reminding her of the fire that burned through her village, killingeveryone except her, her brother and Uncle Kodo.

Kazama bowed at the woman, accepting the wedding gift. He turned tohis wife, and Chizuru offered him a small smile, her lips barelymoving from a thin line.

“The reports were misinformed. There were a few survivors and luckyfor me, one of them was my dear Chizuru.” He wrapped an arm aroundChizuru’s shoulders, pulling her closer to him. “I am very, verylucky.”

The woman squealed with delight, then left the newlyweds to receivethe other guests waiting to congratulate them. It was a long processand the two barely spoke to each other as they shook hands and bowedat all the people.

She had never seen Kazama so happy—smiling and laughing—andclearly out of character for him. But every time she caught a glimpseof him, it made her heart flutter. He was a lot more handsome whenhis eyes squinted and the apple of his cheeks protruding from hisface.

They held hands as they entered their bedchamber together for thefirst time. Chizuru felt his hands shake as they reached for her obibehind her.

“Why did you marry me?” he asked, gently kissing her forehead,while untying the knot.

Chizuru took a deep breath, went on her tiptoes and kissed him. Theirclothes were off before she could answer him, and the only otherwords spoken that night were each other’s first names.

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Fandom: Hakuouki, OkiSai 

35. “I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

Unwritten

Souji barged into Saito’s room, expecting to have a few words with the purple-haired captain. He needed to know if the rumors were true. Why would he leave? Why would he be swayed by the likes of Itou? Instead, he found the place empty and the floor covered with crumbled pieces of paper. It was a mess. 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Souji shook his head, clicking his tongue like a disappointed mother. “You’re not so perfect after all, eh?”

He picked up a half-torn note and read it. “I just wanted….” The ink smeared on the parchment, hiding the rest of the sentence like the author wanted it erased from his life. Souji stepped on another ball of paper. He picked it up and unraveled it, revealing another half-written note.

“I think you’re…” Another block of black ink hid the last word.

Souji’s curiosity piqued and continued unfolding the papers scattered around him.

“I can’t stop…. about you.” An incoherent word splashed in between the words. Souji looked closer and he wasn’t sure if he read “thinking” or “dreaming.”

“I want to express my…” Censored before the note had finished.

He must have opened a dozen trashed letters by now. Each one incomplete with splotches of ink overwhelming the light-brown parchment.

“Waste of paper,” Souji said, shaking his head as he laid the last piece on top of the other ones.

The shoji door slid open.

“What are you doing?” Saito’s voice had a hint of surprise in it. Souji turned to look at him, and he could almost see a faint of pink on the younger captain’s cheeks. Saito closed the door behind him.

“Ah, Hajime-kun. For someone who prides himself a clean man, your room does not reflect such a person.” He chuckled haughtily, as if he had not violated Saito’s privacy. 

“I do not like repeating myself, Okita-san. But once again, I’d like to know what you were doing right now.” Saito’s face remained stoic, his lips so thin it was barely a line on his face. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes widening at the sight of un-wrinkled pile of paper.

“I caught you!” Souji pointed at him, his eyebrows wiggling for dramatic effect.“What did I do?” Saito closed the distance between them. He could take a swing at him if he wanted to. But the way Souji’s tone chirped, he knew it was all a ruse.“You’ve been writing secret letters.” Souji crossed his arms, a grin splitting his face. “It’s all right here.” He pointed to the pile and then paused for a moment. “Traitor.”

The last word caught Saito by surprise. A traitor to the Shinsengumi? The insult wounded him than any cut from a sharp blade.

“That is far from the truth.”

“Prove it.” At this point, Souji had successfully deflected his faults at Saito. It was no longer about him rifling through Saito’s room. He wondered whether it was true: the notes were secret codes to the enemy. It was no secret that Itou was recruiting men to join him, succeeding at turning Heisuke to his side. 

Saito reached into his kimono sleeve and took out a sealed letter, handing it to Souji. “I went out looking for you, you know.”

Souji took it with hesitation. It was addressed to him, and he opened it immediately. “Dear Okita-san, I am leaving to join Heisuke-kun and Itou-san on their journey. Before I leave, I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful. You are truly the heart and soul of the Shinsengumi and I hope you continue to practice to improve your skills. Your comrade, Saito Hajime.”

Souji crumbled the letter and threw it at Saito’s face. He stomped past him, and Saito grabbed him by the arm to stop him. 

Souji turned around and planted his lips against Saito’s… hard. Souji was panting, face red and heated, but he did not utter a word. Neither did Saito. They looked at each other for a long minute, then Souji turned away and closed the door behind him.

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THE NIGHT BEFORE

“You’re a fucking idiot,” Kazama huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told you to be discreet and you leave them your goddamn shoes.”

Shiranui cackled, head thrown back with so much glee. He tossed Okita’s shoes in front of him, like a pheasant he had just retrieved from a hunting party. “I couldn’t help myself. It was so easy to sneak into their headquarters. Their patrolmen are pathetic.”

Amagiri looked over to Kazama, hoping his master won’t lose his shit over this. Kazama finally lifted his head up, bright red eyes fuming with so much anger behind them. “Did you at least find her room?”

Pacing back and forth like a slick cat, Shiranui stopped and flashed a crooked smile at Kazama. “I did find it,” he said, licking his lips like something juicy coming his way, “and she wasn’t alone. Your sweet Chizuru is not as innocent...”

Kazama hurled the wooden shoes at Shiranui. The gunslinger had quick reflexes, dodging them with ease. Amagiri stood his ground, feet planted like they were nailed to the floor. He covered his mouth with a hand, likely to hide the smile behind it. There weren’t much entertainment in the Oni world, and watching these two fight was enough for his heart’s contentment.

“You lie!” Kazama lunged at Shiranui, his long fingers wrapped around the purple-haired man’s neck. “Take back what you just said.”

Chuckling and gasping at the same time, Shiranui scratched at Kazama’s wrists, loosening his lord’s grip. Kazama tightened for a minute then released him before he turned blue.

Shiranui coughed erratically, almost like he was laughing at the same time. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Geez, Kazama, don’t get your fundoshi in a twist.”

Amagiri was now laughing, unable to keep his stoic demeanor in check. “Both of you calm down now.” His tone chirped like he didn’t mean it. Who could blame him? It was amusing to watch his lordship blow off steam.

“Don’t you fuck it up tomorrow, Kyo.” Kazama adjusted his kimono, straightening the collars. “We’re going to get her out of that place and bring her back home.”

*Wow, this is so late. Hope you enjoy it!*

Fandom: Akagami no Shirayukihime, Obiyuki pairing

Rated T for Language (smirking emoji)

Shirayuki shook her head with sadness as she observed the small hole in the roof of her greenhouse.

“Yeah, that’s a leak, all right,” Obi mused, staring at the hole as well. “Man, the soil here is really moist,” he said, grabbing a fistful of wet dirt in his hand. Obi sucked his teeth and shook his head. He then flicked his eyes up and saw his Miss turned around, hiding behind her hands.

“Uh, Miss,” he said, standing up to his feet while patting the dirt off his hands. “Are you okay?”

Now completely turned and making squealing noises, Shirayuki took a few steps forward away from Obi. “I’m okay, just give me a minute.”

Her voice wavered, like she was nervous around him. Not convinced she was okay, Obi closed the distance between them and grabbed her arms. “You’re shaking, Miss.” His eyes widened as he yanked her elbows down, pulling her hands away from her face.

“Your face is really red, Miss!” Obi cupped her cheeks, pulling her face closer to him. “And you’re really warm.” He continued to inspect her intently, moving her head from side to side and up and down.

“Obi, I’m fine,” she replied, pushing his hands away.

“Are you having an allergic reaction? Is there something in the moist soil that’s making you…”

Her cheeks flushed red again, this time deeper and brighter than her hair. Before she could turn away, Obi caught her hand, clasping his fingers with hers.

“Moist.”

“Uh…Nnnn…” Shirayuki made incoherent noises as she avoided looking at Obi in the eyes.

“Moooooiiiiissssttttt,” he teased, moving in closer to her while wrapping his arms around her waist. He loved finding new ways to make his Miss blush, especially when they were outside her bedroom chamber. They weren’t hiding their relationship, but in public, they promised to keep it very professional.

“Moist, moist, moist, moist.” He just couldn’t help himself as he whispered the word in her ear, like a term of endearment.

“Stop that,” she said, burying her head against his chest. He was now laughing, amused at his precious Miss blushing at that word.

“Huh, thirty-two,” he said, chuckling.

Lifting her head up, Shirayuki pulled back, lifting an eyebrow at her bodyguard. “Thirty-two? What does that mean?”

Flashing her a wide grin, he wiggled his eyebrows at her. “That’s thirty-two words that make you blush.”

She slapped his chest in a playful way, then pushed out of his embrace. “I don’t believe you. That doesn’t sound like me at all.”

“I’ll prove it!” He beckoned her to come closer. She pursed her lips and paused for a minute, hesitating to approach him. She walked to him slowly, then placed her hands flatly on his chest. He stared into her green eyes and almost forgot why he even existed in her world.

“Go on,” she said, smiling. “I’m listening.”

He tilted his head, his lips grazing the shell of her ear. “Penal, angina, rectory,” he started, kissing right below her ear. “Cumin, uvula, coccyx…”

Her knees buckled as he continued listing harmless words that sounded dirty to her. “Shaft, erect…”

“That’s not fair! Those words remind me…”

Obi captured her lips into a passionate kiss, interrupting her train of thought. His thumbs caressed her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her blush. He turned to her side and continued to whisper in her ear, while she melted in his arms.