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That was remarkably stupid, even by Fumikado's record.
That was remarkably stupid, even by Fumikado's record. Iyozane watched in horror as the oil recoiled across the entire room. Luckily, they were both able to dodge it, and Iyozane was quickly able to contain the explosion with a lid.
"Why would you dump ice into oil?!" Iyozane yelled.
"I thought it'd cool down faster!"
Iyozane sighed. Surely even their past self, as ignorant about the kitchen as they were would've never made this mistake. (It helped that they used to be terrified to cook with oil.) "You can't force oil to cool down faster. You have to set it aside and wait."
"But I don't wanna sit in the kitchen all day," Fumikado pouted.
"You don't have to. As long as it's away from the heat, it should be good to leave alone for a while."
"...Well, at least I got a new spell card idea."
Iyozane couldn't help but laugh. "Aren't you getting the wrong lesson out of this?"
"I just think it'd be cool, okay?"
"Whatever you say."
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(Fic Request) FumiIyo go out for ice cream.
I put way too much thought into the existence of ice cream within Mugenri for a simple fluff with light angst fic lol. Why am I even surprised, knowing me?
(TW: Just References to Iyo-san's Tragic Past for this one. Because this is me writing this lol. Otherwise, it's a fairly straightforward fluff fic.)
The Ice Cream Merchant
The ice cream merchant only comes around once every five year.
A shadowy legend to children everywhere, the merchant goes from village to village, region to region, distributing a strange cold, sweet cuisine those who had visited them had only called "ice cream". With colder sweets being quite the rarity this far away from Devanagara for the peasantry, the merchant often draws in crowds by the tenfolds. For some, it will be the only time they get to taste anything like it.
...Or at least, that's how Fumikado had described it to them. It was also why Iyozane was not back home lounging around in the river, and instead standing behind a long crowd of children and curious adults.
So far, Iyozane couldn't see what all the fuss was about. This guy looked like just another merchant with their bright and colorful stand, if one that specialized in what may be a pretty rare product. But even with that in mind, they weren't holding their breath.
Merchants are complete and utter parasites, funneling away money that could've gone to hardworking individuals for themselves. And so far, this one seemed to be no different than the rest of the lot. If it weren't for Fumikado's eager pleading, they doubt they'd be here to begin with.
As if sensing Iyozane's silent seething, Fumikado gently nudged them, snapping them out of their straying thoughts. (The fact that their definition of "gently" sent them a few sun forward probably helped with that too.)
"Look, I know you don't like merchants, but this guy isn't like those other parasites, I promise! Their treats are to die for!"
"...So far, all I'm seeing is gaudy colors and lots of children. Feels kinda shady to me. And what is this 'ice cream' treat, anyway?"
"One of the best things you'll ever taste! So come on! Trust me! When's the last time I was irresponsible with our funds anyway?"
Just last week, with the "brilliant" idea to spend hundreds on an expensive shawl I saw. It wasn't even made of real gold! Iyozane wanted to say, but by the time they opened their mouth, Fumikado had already taken off.
...And by the cries of children that just rang out, right into the middle of the line. Iyozane let out a loud, put-upon sigh as they trudged after them.
"Sorry..." They mumbled towards the angry people now behind them, tugging their haori closer. It was the least they could offer, knowing how rude and impatient their boss can be. That sort of thing tended to make people angry, didn't it?
When it wasn't done by a royal it seemed, so some of their siblings had claimed every now and then to them in a past as distant as a bad memory. But Iyozane wasn't a royal anymore. They didn't even get to indulge that privilege even once before they lost it.
The dark thought washed over them like a plague. They turned to berate them for cutting in line, as the alternative was letting it weigh on their mind. But then Fumikado beamed at them, and the poison died from their lips.
"You're gonna love it Iyozane! I promise! I know all the best flavors!" They reassured them, "Trust me! I am the seer of ice cream!"
Considering Fumikado's track record when it comes to foresight, that did not inspire the confidence they had intended such a statement would. Still, it was a little hard to be overcome with dread when their strong and dignified boss is bouncing on their heels like a giddy little kid.
Okay, incredibly hard actually. It was hard to stay nervous with them behaving like that. Iyozane lowered their head, looking at the ground and their wobbly feet, the tension eased slightly from their shoulder.
Perhaps it was from Fumikado skipping ahead in line, perhaps it was their own thoughts siphoning away the time, but it felt like Iyozane had only blinked before they were both at the front of the line. They had to rub their eyes at the feeling when they were suddenly met with the sight of the bright pink wooden counter.
Fumikado held up a couple fingers to the smiling person behind the counter, "A box of mochi please! Give us chocolate, vanilla, and matcha for Iyozane here!"
The merchant nodded, "Coming right up. Your enthusiasm is much appreciated, but next time, please wait your turn. You might make the much more patient children cry."
"Oh." They glanced nervously behind themself, as if to check. Iyozane couldn't help but follow their gaze, as they so often did. The children directly behind them looked more annoyed than anything. But it seemed even the mere thought was enough weight on Fumikado's conscience, as they swiftly turned back to bow apologetically, "...My bad!"
The merchant gave a light chuckle, holding out a small basket full of little mochi. Woah, that was fast!
"It's alright! Just remember for the future."
Fumikado tilted their head forward as they took the basket with both hands, "Will do!"
The merchant waved them off, and just like that their little trip to such an odd merchant stand was over.
Iyozane didn't stop reeling until Fumikado found them a nice bench to sit on. They then tilt the basket forward so they can see.
"Go on! Try one! I stake a claim upon one of the chocolate ones!"
Iyozane looked the mochi over. They saw brown, green, and white at its bottom. They could tell the green ones were obviously the matcha ones, and Fumikado plucking up a brown one indicated it was the chocolate flavor. So the white ones were this "vanilla" flavor? They're kinda curious about that one, actually...
Fumikado popped the chocolate mochi into their mouth, "...Mm!!! I missed you, chocolate!"
Iyozane chuckled a little at this display. They've actually never got the opportunity to try anything with the label of "chocolate" before now. In the distant past, they only heard it in passing. Mitori had told them extensively about it in such a way that left their mouth watering. None of their wardens attendants would let them try it, saying it will rot their perfect teeth or make them sick. They weren't allowed to eat any sweets, actually. But chocolate especially.
But the present is not the past. They are no longer a lonely bird in a cage, yearning to experience the horizons beyond their window. They are a free person (if an indebted one), and able to decide for themself what to put in their own body. And if that thing rots their teeth or makes them sick?
Then let it!!!
And before they could let it stop them, Iyozane reaches into the basket, takes a green mochi between their fingers, and takes a large bite.
...Bliss.
It was definitely cold to the touch, but it was very sweet, like all the green teas they were familiar with. A touch of bitterness, which balances out the sweetness. It hurt their teeth to chew, but it was absolutely worth it.
Iyozane heard a chuckle beside them, "I take it you like the matcha flavor?"
They swallowed, smiling earnestly now, "...Guess so! Wasn't expecting it to be so cold though."
"Well duh! It's called ice cream, you dummy! It would probably be called somethin' like fire cream if it was hot!"
Iyozane rolled their eyes, "That is the worst name for a sweet I've ever heard."
"Well, I personally think it sounds pretty cool myself!" Fumikado huffed.
"Whatever makes you feel better," was all Iyozane had to say to that, directly before popping the rest of the mochi into their mouth.
Wowie...They had no idea how they went their whole life without experiencing this. How many sweets have they missed out on? How many people even got to try anything like this, knowing how unreliable Fumikado can be at times?
As if reading their mind, Fumikado leaned back, inhaling a matcha mochi they plucked up when Iyozane wasn't paying attention, "Rumor has it that the ice cream merchant is from the Outside World. Brought this sweet with, and now goes around Mugenri selling it."
"Mm," Iyozane nodded in agreement. They go for a so-called "vanilla" mochi. They took a bite as Fumikado continued.
"I can't remember who told me that rumor. Probably a servant some long time ago... but either way I knew we couldn't miss this! A shame Tsugumi didn't want to come..."
"For a rumor, it certainly has some merit to it, with a merchant stand looking like that," Iyozane pointed over at the stand in question, swallowing the rich sweet iciness in their mouth. In the distance, children rotated in and out of the line for the garish pink stand. Some clutched upside-down cone shaped cookies with brightly colored, larger versions of the filling within their own mochis.
"Hm...Good point, my dear servant! I suppose even a moron can be right every now and then."
Please don't confuse me for yourself. We walked past this stand three times trying to look for it, Iyozane sneered inwardly, too busy finishing off their vanilla mochi to actually jeer.
Not that it mattered for too much longer, for Fumikado's next words nearly made their heart leap out of their chest, "But I digress! Thanks again for coming with me today, Iyozane! It really means a lot to me!"
Iyozane had to do a double take at that. Fumikado? Sincerely thanking someone? Not their odd roundabout way of showing gratitude? They never thought they'd see the day.
In fact, Iyozane isn't used to gratitude like this at all. In another life, all of those suffocating expectations were just that: expectations. You were supposed to fulfill them, or otherwise be punished. Also, Fumikado is their boss. If anything, a lack of gratitude was to be expected.
So with that in mind, one could certainly pardon Iyozane for their flustered reaction. They fan themself with their hand, sweat beading down their forehead, and thankful the blazing heat of summer disguised their anxiety well. Although, their voice probably gave it away when they heard themself stammer a smidge:
"Uh...You-You're welcome, Fumikado-san. I mean...it's not like I had much else to do today, right?"
Scratch that. They sounded very, very nervous to their own ears. Not good not good not good-
However, if Fumikado noticed, they certainly didn't say anything. They just crossed their leg, rubbing the back of their head as if nervous themself.
"N-No! I really mean it! Whenever I got the chance to visit the ice cream merchant here, old Pops, may he rest in peace, never let me go with anyone. Well, it's not like I had many to go with to begin with. Just Chouki, but..."
Their pointy ears twitch, like most youkai do when anxious. Unbelievable. But like...in a good way? Fumikado sounded in over their head over taking them to somewhere as simple as the marketplace, and yet Iyozane couldn't help but find it weirdly endearing in its own way. The way they chuckle awkwardly was doing strange, terrible things to their heart and makes their legs go weak, and they couldn't begin to comprehend why.
They hid it well, in their opinion. They just raised an eyebrow, saying, "So you're saying you're lonely?"
"Not lonely!" they huff, "Just...in need of companionship for this very special occasion is all!"
"...So lonely?"
"No!!! You're utterly impossible sometimes, Iyozane!"
Iyozane had to cackle a bit at that. "Why of course I am. If I wasn't, we wouldn't get anything done. We'd probably still be terribly lost right now if it weren't for me."
"Don't be so arrogant. I'm the one in charge, remember?"
"Then act like it."
"Okay! Sheesh. Even emperors make mistakes, don't they?"
There was no malice in either's words. Iyozane felt a wide grin had graced their face, and Fumikado was beaming equally as much. They both laugh once more.
"Why yes. Yes they do. Would appreciate if you had a better sense of direction somedays though," Absentmindedly, Iyozane reaches into the basket for the last mochi.
And that's when, ever so suddenly, fingers, big and slightly sharp from retracted talons, brushed against their own. Iyozane let out a small yelp of surprise as they both grabbed for the little sweet, raising it up.
"Oh...Uh, whoops?" Fumikado offered awkwardly, shrugging.
It took a moment for Iyozane to respond. They were too busy staring at the chocolate mochi between their hands. If they moved just the wrong way, they could easily end up gripping Fumikado's hand instead. The thought didn't quite disturb them as much as they'd expect it to.
"Um...It's the last one...I've never had chocolate anything before..." they eventually mumble, looking away.
"Seriously?! Not even a little chip?!"
"No. Locked away for most of my life, remember?" Iyozane gently chided.
"Oh right! Uh...So how about we share it then?"
"Share it?" Iyozane parroted back at them. They looked back over to see Fumikado tug at the mochi between their fingers.
"Yeah! I get half, you get half! Think of it as generosity on my part, as a token of appreciation."
"You just want me to try chocolate, don't you?"
"And so what if I do? It's a crime against sweets for you to never have even tried it!"
That sounded like something Mitori would say as they attempted to slip them some. The guards would always catch them back then, alas.
But that was then and this is now. And right now, that sounded delightful. Iyozane nodded, their hand clenching the wooden bench beneath their hand.
And then they split the last mochi in two and ate their respective halves. The taste made all the needless struggle all the more worth it.
"...So what did you think? Was it everything you expected?" Fumikado asked, their mouth still full.
Iyozane waited a moment as they swallowed. It...wasn't quite how Mitori had built the taste up to be (though it could just be because it is cold), but it was well worth it in the end. It almost melted in their mouth, even (albeit rather literally).
"Hm...I'd say so! Can definitely see why Mitorin always loved the stuff now, at least."
"Oh come on! No shock and awe at the taste?" Fumikado pleaded.
They shook their head, "What were you expecting? I'm nowhere near as dramatic as you typically are, you know that."
"Why excuse you!!! I'm as expressive as an emperor should be!" They crossed their arms, pouting.
"Which is really dramatic apparently, but who am I to judge?" Iyozane couldn't help their snicker at the aggravated shout Fumikado let out at that, proving their point.
But that's Fumikado for you. Loud, boisterous, and more than a little dense. There's a certain charm to them though. Otherwise, they wouldn't have stuck with them as long as they have. Still doesn't explain the heart racing whenever they see them smile like that though.
But that's a question for another day. The two just chattered and babbled amongst themselves until the sun set and they had to head home. It wasn't a very interesting story, in Iyozane's mind, but it was well worth it all the same. Tsugumi had missed out! And neither of them could wait to tell them all the ways how.
Psst! Hey! I'm taking requests now! Feel free to drop one in my inbox after reading the rules here (might need to go on desktop first though)!
#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en#len'en project#len'en fanfiction#fujiwara no iyozane#taira no fumikado#I'm late by an hour or two#but consider this request my gift to the world for BoTC's release lol#anyway this request was hard because its fluff#and about characters I don't think about too much#but in the end I had an idea and ran with it#FumiIyo is one of those rare pairings that I usually default to romantic first as opposed to platonic#I think I just like the mental image of mutually pining idiots quite a bit more#(well that and the influence of my mutuals who are FumiIyo shippers)#(you know who you are lol)#also did you know they make mochi in ice cream form#because apparently they do!#I've had store bought varieties before#but never the handcrafted variety described here#it would be neat to try that someday...#but I suppose this fic shall suffice#and hopefully my writing of these two does as well!#(as this is the first time I wrote them for anything longer than a few hundred words oops lol)#(still a good thing to write though!)#boater and brawns (FumiIyo)#forming an empire is hard (new emperor team)#(meant to be in the budding stages of romantic but platonic can work if you squint I guess lol)
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Fumikado tries to feed Iyozane. Iyozane doesn't react well. They decide to go to the ocean about it.
#daily iyozane#fujiwara no iyozane#taira no fumikado#fumiiyo#len'en#len'en project#len'en fanfiction
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tsurubami angst 👍
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I've been dealing with wrist and tendon pain (and more) lately so I have not been able to commit to drawing anything recently. However, I occasionally like to write. This is the first time I think I'm a little proud of something I wrote so I'm going to share it on here too.
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[Mugenri High] Epilogue - A Month of Reflection
Epilogue: A Month of Reflection
(Scene: Mugenri High, a month later. The school stands serene and quiet, adorned with a soft layer of snowfall. The hallways echo with memories of laughter and learning, while the classrooms patiently await the return of students and teachers.)
(During this month-long break, the students and staff of Mugenri High have dispersed, each embarking on their own adventures and pursuing their passions.)
(Sumireko continues her explorations in the outside world, finding new mysteries to unravel and stories to discover. The memories of her time at Mugenri High remain cherished in her heart.)
(Shou and Jun enjoy their time by the seaside, basking in the warmth of friendship and taking in the beauty of the ocean. They create lasting memories, their bond growing stronger with every passing day.)
(Yabusame and Tsubakura spend their days in the vast forests of Mugenri, immersing themselves in the tranquility of nature. They find solace in the whispers of the wind and the gentle rustling of leaves.)
(Tenkai delves into their studies with renewed determination, seeking knowledge and enlightenment. Their dedication and disciplined approach pave the way for new discoveries and intellectual growth.)
(Clause finds themselves lost in the world of imagination, their artistic endeavors taking flight. They bring their unique vision to life through paintings, sculptures, and creative expressions.)
(Shion, in their enigmatic ways, wanders through the shadows of the night, embracing their nocturnal existence. They uncover secrets hidden within the darkness and explore the depths of their own being.)
(Mitsumo, still grappling with her inner demons, finds solace in small acts of kindness. She reaches out to others, offering support and understanding, finding healing in the connections she forms.)
(As the days pass, Mugenri High remains bathed in the gentle embrace of winter. The snow-covered grounds serve as a reminder of the tranquility and the promises that lie ahead.)
(The school year will soon begin anew, bringing with it a fresh chapter of growth, friendship, and discovery. The students and staff of Mugenri High eagerly anticipate the return, ready to embark on new adventures and create lasting memories.)
(Scene fades out, leaving Mugenri High shrouded in a quiet stillness, waiting patiently for the arrival of another vibrant chapter.)
The end.
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Oh yeah, I wrote a fanfic for a contest in a server.
The general premise had to center around a cook going missing. I figured to make use of someone who I thought wouldn't be expected in a story like this.
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So like, I made an AO3 Challenge. There's more details on the collection itself, but basically the gist is to write for a character that doesn't have a lot of fics where they're the focus. It'll be a yearly thing.
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Mitori gets a promotion and thus will have less time to visit with Iyozane. Iyozane does not handle it well.
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(Fanfic Ask Thingy! Would it be okay to send multiple btw?)
They had to smack the scoundrel right across the face at that.
They had to smack the scoundrel right across the face at that.
"How could you ever understand?!" Saragimaru shouted.
"It's true though, isn't it?" Kuroji looked up at Saragimaru, smiling as though they were never slapped. "Everything you do for them is pointless. You won't even let them look at you."
"Not everything is about recognition!"
"Sure it is! I mean, you're always shouting to anyone who'll listen about how you need to protect your precious Yaorochi-sama, right?"
"...As if I'd listen to a thing you say."
#len'en#len'en fanfiction#about four months late#writing this while trying to avoid writing another thing#who knows what started this argument
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for the ask game, not sure what you would do with this prompt but i'm curious anyway!
16. “You don’t have a choice.”
Oh my! I wasn't sure either for a while there! Sorry about the long wait (even by my standards)! But I came up with a decent idea in the end, so here we go!
(TW: Just some somewhat graphic death threats, choking imagery, and mild blood. Nothing too dark here for this one, because I was more in the mood for something humorous. Also, Maiden getting too into her worldbuilding, even by her standards.)
It was a little embarrassing, in Tenkai's humble opinion, to get so absorbed in their grumbling over misplaced things on the shelves that it took them until the knife at the back of their throat presses in for them to realize it was even there.
They raise their arms up, "Not even gonna bother by the spell card rules?"
"And put myself at a disadvantage? Why would I do that?"
Ah, they recognize that voice. So they've been ambushed by that scoundrel? Well, it was only a matter of time before they got the bright idea to try picking on them. This was gonna be fun.
"Ah, the Black Shitodo has finally decided to threaten me? Remaining a scoundrel I see," Tenkai can't help but smirk as the knife presses a little further into their neck, "Still 'accquaintances' with Saragimaru there?"
"I don't exist." And the snake is here too then. This oughta make their week.
"Shut up and keep watch," Kuroji's attention turns back to Tenkai, "Now Zuifeng, if you don't comply, no amount of danmaku will help against a simple knife. You'll-"
"I'll be nothing but a mere corpse on the floor? Have the snakes been rubbing off on you or something? You can't even be creative in how you're gonna kill me like Orochin usually gets!"
"...?!" Speaking of snakes, that must've got Saragimaru's gears turning. This'll make screwing with these scoundrels extra fun.
"Unlike Yaorochi, you'll find that I prefer much more simple measures of murder. So do you truly want to test me?"
Ouch. And now there's some blood gushing out from where Kuroji pricked them, making their point. They let out a nervous chuckle, "Geez, not gonna even give me the illusion of free choice?"
"You don't have a choice."
They gathered that much. But confirmation is always nice.
Tenkai takes a step forward, not quite sure what direction they wanted them to go in yet, "So what are you guys after this time? Money? Powerful artifacts? My pride?"
"Knowledge, actually," the scoundrel answers with a light hum, "Sources say Azumaterasu has a rare book cataloguing the Senri family line all the way back to the very first priest of Mugenri."
"And by sources you mean some poor village historian you extorted that information out of."
"He didn't even try to fight back. Just gave in begging for his wealth to be spared," Saragimaru grumbles, confirming what they already knew.
Tenkai was even pretty sure they knew who that someone was. Always was a snivelling coward. How anyone could've entrusted him with such important information is beyond them.
But even so...Ooh, this was definitely going to be fun!
They bite down a mischievous grin, "Let me guess, trying to one-up the current priest? I never knew you had any sort of interest in history!"
"I don't," A low growl hisses in their ear, "I simply see the value in learning all I can about this world. The rarer information I know? The more of a bargain it will be, if you know what I mean..."
"And to make that worthless priest they won't shut up about jealous. Or something." They can just hear Saragimaru shrugging.
Tenkai suppresses a loud chuckle at Kuroji's annoyed shout. Oh, make no mistake, it would be awful if they got ahold of it. The untold havoc that scoundrel would wreck simply by having one of the most important pieces of documentation the Senri clan ever entrusted to their family cannot be underestimated. And their superiors would have their head. That too.
But that implies they plan on letting them get ahold of it in the first place.
"Can't let ya pass on that one," they exclaim, trying to sound at least a little worried, "Even if I wanted to, that book is under lock and key. Sorry!"
"Allow me to repeat myself, just this once: You don't have a choice in this."
"Or what? You'd actually slit my throat? I mean, you are a scoundrel, so..."
And there's the knife drawing blood again. Ouch.
"As a matter of fact, yes. Yes I would. So start marching."
Tenkai obeys, legs automatic, "Sheesh! Someone needs to learn better manners!"
"Don't you know manners and this scoundrel don't mix? Not that you would know much more about manners yourself."
Tenkai can only click their tongue at that. Tsurubami would've been proud.
Kuroji drags them deeper into the bowels of the shop. The "Employees Only" scroll on the door was cheerfully ignored, and they were taken in and out of various rooms in less a sinister waltz and more a clueless stumble. They even start making low growls as the charade goes on. They oughta be glad Tenkai was left to their own devices (miraculously) today, otherwise they would be very, very dead right about the second room. Maybe the third if they want to be generous.
Oh, make no mistake, their superiors are gonna be pissed if they find out Kuroji decided to break into Azumaterasu, and at them especially if they find them compromised like this. The aftermath would not be pleasant if they get caught.
But then again... it's been a good while since someone tried to knock those arrogant asses down a peg. So why not give them a little helping hand, by a certain definition?
The dizzying constant shifting of their surroundings only stops when a loud crack rings out, causing both of them to look in its direction.
...Oh darn, the snake knows a thing or two about picking apart barriers. Not much, clearly, as Tenkai can easily bypass that particular barrier without busting it so loudly, but they did know how to destabilize the inscriptions at the very least.
Saragimaru turn to look at them, the blue glow at their fingertips fading away, "...Found it."
And by the grin returning to Kuroji's face, it seems Tenkai's reaction had given it away.
"Oh my oh my Saragimaru, how did you ever know the entrance was right there?"
"The melon took me into this very room when we met the first time. Something about the inscription working best in that room... though they were lying so..."
Saragimaru fixes them with a harsh glare. Tenkai can only give a half-hearted shrug, unapologetic, "So you can remember how to break the barrier like I showed you, but can't keep track of prices. Suits ya pretty well if you ask me~!"
"...! Why I oughta-"
"Put the sword down. We still need them to bypass whatever traps these old farts put in order to gatekeep us."
Saragimaru lets out a loud groan as they sheathe their kodachi, their jaw clenched. Kuroji hums in their ear a moment later, "But don't worry! Once they disable all the traps it should be perfectly alright to take care of them then!"
... Okay, now this is just downright hilarious. Last time they got held at swordpoint, the youkai were all cheerfully talking about dismembering them once they served their purpose. These guys are just being more polite about it!
Needless to say, Tenkai bursted out laughing. As if these two could ever be the death of them! They kept laughing as they were ushered through the library doorway and down the stairs.
It wasn't until their laughter became full blown wheezing that they were asked by their current captor, "...What's so funny?"
"You..." They wipe a tear from their eye, less walking down the steps and more skipping down them, "...You plan to kill me once I've outlived my usefulness. Are you sure you won't consider a career as a comedian?"
Judging by the low hiss, like a little bird trying to sound bigger than it really is, Kuroji was making, they weren't too impressed by their wit. The knife presses into their back, forcing them down two at a time.
"...Huh. I now see why you want to kill them. All this time I thought I was craving bread, not blood."
"I told you they were better off dead!" Their eyes bore into them from behind, "So don't tempt me! I will if I have to, consequences be damned!"
"Bloodthirsty now, I see?" Tenkai snickers, "See what I mean? Utterly hilarious! Seriously, both of you might have a future in comedy!"
"Shut up..." They both mutter in unison. That will probably be the first and last time they ever agree on something, to boot.
Tsurubami would definitely be proud. They've come a long way since...
Their feet touch down on smooth stone. They swallow hard, knowing where they are and what they'll have to do.
"March," Kuroji whispers in their ear. The knife digs into their back, and Tenkai obeys.
Tenkai roams the long corridors of books and scrolls, one foot firmly in front of the other. They knew exactly where the book in question is. Tsurubami had quite a few suggestions for it when they stole that very book the third time they met. Their superiors didn't know it, but they had gleefully heeded their suggestions.
Not that Kuroji knows that. Nor do they intend to let them know and ruin their fun.
Tenkai guided the scoundrels over to the bookcase in question. The one at the very back, the oldest and mustiest.
Oh, and the only one concealed behind a very obvious and visible barrier. Can't forget that part!
"...So what happens if you touch that barrier there?" Saragimaru asks.
"You rapidly age as your future death plays out right before your eyes."
"Even to the ageless...?"
"Then just the vision of your future death," Tenkai smiles as a loud sigh rolls by their ears.
Okay, they've never actually seen what happens when an actual intruder like these two tries to touch that barrier in question before. They do remember only getting a small shock as a kid when curiosity got the better of them though. One of their...more overdramatic caretakers did spin that story to scare them away, so perhaps there's a grain of truth in it?
Not that it really mattered. They aren't hearing any protests from them, that's for sure.
"Well I happen to like being the age I'm at," Kuroji huffs, "So...? Are you going to grab the book or not? Because if you're not, I presume you know-"
"You'll slit my throat and then leave me to bleed out and die. Yadda yadda yadda," Tenkai rolls their eyes, "If you're gonna actually go ahead and kill me, at least do something more fun than a simple knife to the throat."
"Believe me, the possibilities for me killing both of you are endless if I had it my way," Saragimaru deadpans, as if they actually had the power to follow up on that particular threat.
"I'm well aware. You've told me plenty of them already," Kuroji sounds way too chipper when refuting their wayward servant in Tenkai's opinion, "But unless you would rather be the one to try and break that barrier there, I would -"
"I lost the right to share my opinion. Got it," The butt of a wooden pole jabs against Tenkai's back, making them take a step forward, "...Hey melon, if you find a way to throw this scoundrel into that barrier, please do. Preferably at once."
A huff, "Ignore them. Try that and I'll show you 'creative'."
"I make no promises!" Tenkai grins, flexing their fingers, warming up with power, as they strut towards the barrier.
In theory, this barrier, designed to keep important books under lock and key (and far away from the nose of their least favorite apprentice), is one of the sturdiest, most complex constructs second to only the Great Barrier itself. It contains dozens of inscriptions, and many riddles to keep intruders (and certain smart alecks) from easily confusing and breaking it. Few should be able to access it without an elder's say so.
Keyword: should.
In practice, this barrier was merely further proof that their superiors have never actually fashioned a complicated barrier in their lives. Perhaps it was Tenkai's genius getting the better of them, but this barrier was about as complex as the one on their safe box of gag gifts ill fitting for someone like them to hold onto. It does it's job against one who knows jack about breaking barriers, but only serves as a fun puzzle for a professional barrier breaker.
Tenkai just so happened to be one such professional barrier breaker.
The runic inscriptions light up with a quick swipe over the barrier's surface. Glowing orange fingertips scrawl over it, seeking out the vaguest, frailest sentences.
...Found one.
A twisted grin sprung to Tenkai's face as they began to pour all their energy into it. The inscription glowed brighter and brighter, until it was almost blinding. And then, right before this section could crack, disabled, under the pressure, they let up.
They then reach inside the glowing section of barrier, and yank the target book out.
"You insult me," They huff as their handiwork fades, leaving the barrier like it was never touched, "I could break barriers like that in my sleep."
"...All you did was reach through the barrier and make the room smell like melons," Saragimaru pinches their nose, "You less broke the barrier and more bypassed it."
"And alert my bosses that they were being robbed the moment it shatters? You really ought to be thanking me for not blowing your cover!" They let out a small chuckle at Kuroji's low growl, "Breaking barriers is child's play. Now bypassing barriers? That's a completely different skillset! I put in all this hard work for you guys, and you're too greedy to even thank me?"
"The book. Now." Considering the knife now back at their throat, they guessed so. Kuroji is, at least. Saragimaru is more easily manipulated than greedy.
But nevertheless, Tenkai deposited the book into Kuroji's waiting hand, whistling a small tune as they cast their glance at a nearby bookshelf. It immediately vanishes into their electric purple jacket, never to be seen again.
"Thank you. Cooperating wasn't so bad, was it? Less painful," Kuroji's focus turns to Saragimaru, "Now tie up this loose end here. We don't need all of Azumaterasu coming down on our heads, now do we?"
"On your head. This feels a little too easy, knowing Tenkai Zuifeng. Don't you think they got something else up their sleeve? And don't mix me up in the consequences of your own actions!"
"Oh no, they'd definitely come after you too," Tenkai clasps their hands together, doing their best imitation of the grin Tsurubami typically wore when about to discipline troublemakers, "An excuse to go after one of the last remnants of Yamata-no-Orochi's lineage? It would be a crime to let it go to waste! And then both of your families for good measure! ...Just speaking from personal experience here."
They conveniently left out the time they went after Tsurubami once, for the exact same crime by raw coincidence. They were pretty sure Saragimaru and their beloved Yaorochi would be able to keep their hubris unscathed (unfortunately). Now Kuroji? ...A little more debatable. But that scoundrel's upset worse people before and their superiors are all old farts, so who knows?
It did the trick though. Saragimaru's eyes widened a little, "They'd go after Yaorochi-sama?"
"Loose end. Tie it up," Kuroji deadpans, their gaze flitting between Tenkai, Saragimaru, and the room all around them."
"So I can finally kill this obnoxious melon?" Saragimaru's voice lightens notably, a fang nicking their lip as they bite it.
"Tempting, but no. Leaving a body behind is the exact opposite of a clean break-in. You're going to tie their tongue up so they can't say we were here."
They put their naginata back in its sheathe, restrapping it to their back, "Ugh...Why do I always have to cast the curses? You can cast them too. I've seen you do it."
"...Because your curses are more effective, obviously," Kuroji's gaze turns back to Tenkai, nostrils flared.
"Translation: They can't cast magic like you and I can there, Saragimaru," Tenkai jeers, snorting at the death glare Kuroji then gives them.
"I mean, we all know that...I was just wondering why they weren't gearing up to-"
"Shut. Up. Both of you. You've lost the right to speak," They turn their back towards Tenkai, "Now curse them. Then let's get out of here."
"... Yes Your Excellency," Saragimaru grumbles, stepping towards Tenkai. A blue glow, like rainwater, emits from their fingertips, ominously pressing closer and closer to them.
Or at least, it would've been ominous if they haven't been so desensitized to the dark side of magic. Thanks Tsurubami.
"Sheesh, you guys are so mean! Can't take a little joke or-"
The glowing blue hand closes in around their throat, "Shut. Up."
Tenkai suddenly felt like they were choking on something. They tried to laugh through the pain of talons digging into their nape, but every sound they tried to make sounded garbled. A small white cloud puffs from their mouth, like breath on a cold winter day. Saragimaru's teeth gnash together, and soon enough Tenkai's throat felt clogged with them.
They gargle, clouds bursting from their mouth in a rapid stream like bubbles, purging their tongue of what occurred in this library. And then, just like that, it was all over and the magic all dissipated, their windpipe clearing of misplaced weather.
Saragimaru lets go, the glow of their magic fading, and Tenkai's body drops to the floor with a thud, as if they had dropped them. Air flows through their lungs like sand, black spots dancing in the corners of their vision as they watch their tail sway gently from side to side.
"There. If they say anything about our robbery and hostage taking, the heavens shall rob them of the ability to speak the truth. ...Poor thing, I'd feel bad if it wasn't for them being Tenkai Zuifeng..."
"Good enough. We got all that we need, so let's leave them here."
"Are you sure that's a good idea? People are going to know someone was here once they notice your stupid book is missing..."
"But will they be able to tell it was us specifically? Besides, it's not like we can't pin this on Tsubakura when all is said and done. They say the Senri priest has some kind of right to this book, don't they?"
"I thought this whole pointless excursion was to make that dumb priest you are so obsessed with jealous. Blaming them for your crime sounds very counter-intuitive."
"And that's enough out of you. Let's make our exit while this place is still clear of those elders we're supposed to fear."
"...Did I actually curse the right person?"
"Oh you're such a tease! Didn't you know my body can be just as loose as my lips?"
"Ugh..."
Tenkai clamours to their knees, watching the scoundrels march up the stairs, bickering all the way there. Right as they both reached the top, Kuroji whirls around, and tips their hat to them.
Then, the scoundrel and their swordsnake vanish.
Tenkai pushes themself to their feet, coughing up one more cloud as the curse rolls around their throat and onto their tongue, tasting of smog. It was a pretty unpleasant feeling actually, but Tenkai has been under enough of these sorts of curses to know a strong one from a weak one. And if Saragimaru really wanted them to shut up, they'd be coughing up clouds and hail for weeks on end for daring to think of the forbidden object in question.
It would also be much harder to unravel than this, going by the magical handiwork now decorating their throat and along their chin. Though going by their few unpleasant encounters with that scoundrel, that wrench in their plans was well deserved.
Not as good as the one Tenkai threw though. They can't wait to see the look on Kuroji's face when they realize they handed up a rulebook instead of the history book they were actually after.
Tenkai wobbles over to the bookcase off to the side. They pluck a certain book off the shelf, and with a wave of their hand, the barrier vanishes, revealing A Brief History of the Senri Clan in all its musty glory.
(It hasn't been updated since the fifth priest before the current ones. Tsurubami had ranted to them long and hard about that once they finally got their hands on the book.)
Like Tsurubami had suggested a long, long time ago, Tenkai had the book swapped out for a conveniently dense decoy, disguising both with a cloaking barrier as the other. Not even their superiors had figured out the swap, but that won't last much longer once someone finally realizes they're missing a book or two.
Especially not after Kuroji's plan blows up in their face and they inevitably throw caution to the wind over it. Tenkai can just picture their rage now. The way their cheeks puff up and turn red when angered had always made them snicker.
They blow the dust off the cover before tucking it under their arm. Oh, they couldn't wait until their little prank is discovered. People like those two are way more fun to manipulate than some of the other idiots that occasionally try to make use of them. It's going to be great.
But right now...What exactly should they do? Their superiors are going to be pissed either way, even though they have dozens of those bloated rulebooks lying around in here. Should they put this book back and let sleeping dogs lie for a little while? Hm...
Their attention turns to the old forbidden bookcase it should be on. A smirk plays at their lips.
Perhaps the scoundrels can serve one more use to them after all? They may not know it yet, but they've already humiliated their superiors once today with their crime. What's a little more to teach those hags a well overdue lesson?
...Tsurubami would definitely be cackling at what they've done if they were still here. They'll definitely have to tell them about this when they meet again.
#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en#len'en project#len'en fanfiction#tenkai zuifeng#kuroji shitodo#adagumo no saragimaru#(tsurubami is mentioned quite a bit here)#(because Tenkai)#(but I'm not tagging them lol)#Seriously I'm really sorry this took so long!#This thing was a complete asshole to finish#Ideas would not flow for a while there lol#I wanted to try something new#(and keep from pigeonholing myself)#and decided to flex my skills at comedy#not sure how funny this actually is#but I gave it my best shot!#...and got a little too into my worldbuilding again (Oops!)#the magic imagery was fun though#and hey! Kuroji finally got to be a bitch in a fic I wrote! Hooray!#Victory all around!#(Even if they didn't win)#(but they don't know that lol)#tw death threats#tw choking#(more imagery than actual but still)#gratuitous worldbuilding#a scoundrel and their swordsnake (slaver team)#the old dictators (tsurubami & tenkai)
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A few one shots I wrote about Iyozane and Mitori centering around spell card duels and how they connect to their relationship. Please do not come into this fic expecting proper fight scenes however.
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Since Shinkuu is stuck to Big Boss now, that means he has no need for his student apartment anymore. His parents are coming over to help clear it out soon, but before then, Shinkuu needs to rid the place of anything otaku.
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Fanfic starter ask game thingy:
Fumikado nervously looked at Iyozane.
"Ah... Fumikado-san, what's wrong? You've been giving me that look all day," Iyozane airily asks, as if Fumikado hasn't just watched their arm turn translucent for just a moment.
Iyozane has been having episodes like this for... probably a while, not eating as much as humans normally do (They were sure, even if they were a big eater as a human!), complaining about pain and becoming dizzy from split vision, and now this...
They weren't even aware of it, they doubted, and yet Fumikado didn't have the heart to say anything. Iyozane is smiling warmly now, and for some reason the thought of wiping it off their face made their chest pang out in an agony of its own.
So Fumikado just put out one of their typical wide grins and said, "Nothing at all! Now come on, let's go prove that I'm the New Emperor of Mugenri once and for all!"
#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en#len'en project#len'en fanfiction#taira no fumikado#fujiwara no iyozane#I was originally gonna do something more fluffy#but I got this idea in my head#so I ran with it#I feel this idea would be great as a New Emperor Team centric longfic#but I don't have the stamina for that#so here's a short thingy about some of it#(and I hope I wrote these two well)#forming an empire is hard (new emperor team)
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Tsurubami Senri slowly descended the steps of the Senri shirne, their grin widening with every footstep they took.
It was not, in Tsugumi's mind, a crime upon their dignity to quake in their boots at the sight. In fact, they were more than a little surprised they weren't hyperventilating, after what they've done to be summoned here.
"Ah... Umatachi Tsugumi, was it?" Tsurubami drawled, as if tasting their name, and everything that embodied them, "Yes, that's right I'm sure. I tend to forget names...You were the one responsible for this little uprising here, weren't you?"
Tsugumi wished oh so desperately to fly away, as if the mad crane wouldn't pluck them out of the sky in one swoop, but in the end they dug their heels into the cobblestone road and said, "Uprisin' is a little too harsh on mah stunt, ain't it? No need to dole out any harsh punishments for such a small scale incident, right?"
Tsurubami tapped their rod against the palm of their hand, suddenly right in front of them, so close they could feel their robes fluttering against the sides of their legs, their grin doing nothing to disguise the brutal judgement they probably had in mind for them for this.
"I couldn't agree more! Now let's have ourselves a nice, long...talk."
#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en#len'en project#len'en fanfiction#tsurubami senri#tsugumi umatachi#protip: my Tsuru is very very menacing#because this is what happens when the (current) strongest person in Len'en#is explicitly said to be a dictator lol#I opted to try and expand a little on that vague past#where Tsugumi got tangled up in TsuruTen's business somehow#not sure what though#so it is very vague#...so what did Tsugumi do anyway?
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FumiIyo Throat Kiss Pls
(Okay, this one got a little spicy to be honest. Nothing like actually sexual, but it's suggestive enough for me to give this an M rating, so I'm putting it under a read more. So beware of a biting kink, and godawful ways of treating a snakebite wound.)
"Iyozane!!!"
It was very, very sudden. One moment, they were wobbling, about to fall over, with Fumikado watching them with a look of honest to the gods fear in their eyes. The next, Iyozane was in their arms, Fumikado's lips on neck.
"Ugh..." Iyozane groans weakly. Fumikado grips their wrists, giving them a gentle squeeze as they both sink to the forest floor.
They lap at their throat, pressing gentle kisses into it. Iyozane trembles, not quite just from weakness, as Fumikado's sharp fangs prick their skin, right where the initial bite is. In fact, it made their body feel quite hot. They brush it off as being caused by the venom.
"Alright, I'm gonna try to suck the venom out with my magic. And it's probably gonna hurt. Ya ready?"
Iyozane nods, craning their neck. And then, Fumikado's teeth sink into their throat.
They gasp. It hurts it hurts...But also, weirdly pleasant in its own way. Not at all like when that snake had sank their fangs right there. That had just hurt and hurt and hurt-
Then, their vision begins to steady, colors coherent instead of blending together. Strength travels from their fingertips up throughout their body. Having had their wrists freed at some point, Iyozane reaches around to cup the back of Fumikado's head, leaning deeper and deeper into the odd pleasure.
"Mm..."
How funny, Iyozane finds themself thinking between pants. In most of the stories about youkai Kunimitsu used to tell, this would be it. The youkai either drains you of your blood or tears your throat out. The end.
But Fumikado was no ordinary youkai. Fumikado was brave, strong, and oh so very gentle. It was hard not to lean into it, letting them kiss and suck at their throat like this.
And just like that, it was over. Fumikado pulls away from their neck, face beet red. Blood dribbles down their chin as they smile awkwardly.
"So I...Take it that it worked?"
Iyozane looks down at themself. Blood stained their kimono, streaming down from their throat. It was theirs. And yet, knowing this brought a similar awkward grin to their face as they let out a light laugh.
"Thank you. You saved me..." They weren't sure what else to say.
Fumikado bites their lower lip, their eyes crinkling with a need they won't communicate. Iyozane raises a hand to stroke their hair back, leaning forward...
"Oi! Did ya think I couldn't see ya?!"
Both Iyozane and Fumikado look over. Tsugumi had returned, first aid kit in tow. Their eyes were wide, and their pointy ears twitching like mad. No doubt their face would be bright red if it could actually do that, and certainly not for the same reason Fumikado's currently is...
"Hah!" Fumikado points at Tsugumi, cackling, "And you said sucking the venom out wouldn't work! See, Iyozane is as good as new!"
Iyozane never gets a chance to say anything. By the time they open their mouth, Tsugumi has turned away, grumbling to themself.
"Why do I even work for you two morons anyway...?"
#ask and you shall receive (writing requests)#len'en#len'en project#len'en fanfiction#fujiwara no iyozane#taira no fumikado#tsugumi umatachi#(at the end lol)#yes Iyo did get bit by one of the Adagumos#no I'm not saying which one#that's for you to decide#(I'm leaning towards Saragi personally but it could be Orochin if you prefer)#and seriously don't try sucking the venom out of a bitd wound#it only worked here because of magic#FumiIyo are both fictional and professional idiots who would think this is a good idea lol#(I think I have a biting kink)#(or something)#(this was actually pretty fun to write)#(...ah well I have weirder lol)#boater and brawns (FumiIyo)#tw biting#tw snakebite#also I'm still accepting kiss kiss prompts#if you can find the ask game#feel free to send one in
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