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Izuminokami Kanesada | Touken Ranbu Kai : Kyoden Moyuru Honno
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Shokudaikiri Mitsutada | Touken Ranbu Kai : Kyoden Moyuru Honnouji Ep. 4
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Happy Birthday Vil 💜👑
Wishing you the fabulous day ever 🎂🥰
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Opening to Touken Ranbu Kai: Kyoden Moyuru Honnōji
Title and Artist: Whatever Happens by INI
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Retrouvaille [Shokudaikiri Mitsutada/Reader]
Shokudaikiri returns to the citadel after a long journey.
content: gender-neutral reader, plain fluff, happy reunions, can be read as platonic or romantic. Saniwa does a bit of trolling but it's all in good fun. ~600 words
notes: requested by @mintellaine!! thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy this - Micchan being in love with you for several paragraphs straight
divider by cafekitsune | part of Us, in the Sands of Time ficlet collection!
It must’ve been three or four weeks since Shokudaikiri left the citadel for his training excursion. An exhausting process, but one that was worth it all. He felt stronger, wiser, and most importantly, more reliable to his dear saniwa.
It wasn’t your first time sending off the swords and being without them for a while. Every once in a while, you’d be approached by one of them asking for permission to go on a journey. Ever the supportive one, you’d always say yes and make sure to tell them how proud you were of them before they left. You weren’t quite obligated to send them off yourself, but that was just the kind of person you were.
Shokudaikiri smiled fondly as he remembered how you were teary-eyed watching the tantou leave. He teased you for not doing the same for him and you playfully shooed him, unable to hold back your giggles. He wondered how you’d been doing in his absence. He sent you letters, but with his wandering, you couldn’t respond. It wasn’t quite the same as getting to be close to you, which was why he felt more motivated today—he’d be returning home.
With a flash, he was back on the grounds of the citadel. It took a while to readjust to the sudden change in lighting, but as the world came back to clarity, he could see his brothers and comrades rushing to greet the returning swords. He wasn’t the first one back. That was fine, he supposed. He wasn’t the most competitive, especially for the mundane.
Your expression was bright and loving as you approached the pavilion, noticeably excited for their returns. He stepped forward, ready to tell you all about his journey and how he missed you, but his smile soon dropped when you approached Taikogane first.
Shokudaikiri was about to wonder if you were mad at him for something. Surely he was consistent in sending you letters, sometimes a souvenir from his travels if he found something you liked. Was it something he did before he left? That couldn’t be. You were open with him.
You flashed him a cheeky grin, and all of his worries dissipated.
Ah, that was your game.
With your usual team away on their respective excursions, as were your most trusted confidants, which meant that you’d spent time with others outside your usual circle. He found it endearing how you always tried to form a bond with all of the swords. You didn’t see them as tools; to you, they were people, they were your friends. You treated all of them as your equals, even though you were their master. The tantou’s playfulness must’ve rubbed off on you somehow.
Relieved that you weren’t upset, he watched as you went down the line one by one until you were finally in front of him. You had your arms crossed over your chest, biting back a smile as you told him, “You’re late.”
“And you greeted the others before me,” he said, feigning offence and sadness in his tone. “Was I mistaken in believing I was your favourite?”
You rolled your eyes playfully. You went quiet as if you were thinking of what to say next, only to break that silence with cheerful laughter as you threw yourself in his arms. Shokudaikiri responded to the gesture in kind, wrapping them around your frame and gently rocking the both of you from side to side. You pulled away with a content sigh, much to his chagrin. Still, he couldn’t help but respond to your happiness with love, warmth blossoming in his chest.
He was finally home.
#shokudaikiri mitsutada x reader#shokudaikiri x reader#touken ranbu x reader#tkrb x reader#aaaa this is so fluffy#micchan ily
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World-class Emergency [Heshikiri Hasebe/Reader]
Hasebe can do a lot of things. Keeping calm when you're sick is not one of them.
content: gender-neutral reader, sickfic, fluff, flirting? not sure tbh but saniwa/reader is a menace. I just forgot to cross-post here wwww
divider by cafekitsune | part of Us, in the Sands of Time ficlet collection!
“Hasebe, it’s just a…” you were cut off by a sudden loud sneeze, not exactly fitting with the dignified and graceful persona you’ve crafted for yourself. “Excuse me. It’s just a cold.”
Hasebe huffed. “Absolutely not! I’ve failed you by allowing you to catch such an illness.”
“It’s not—”
“I shall find Shokudaikiri—we must get you something warm to eat. Would you like some tea first? That, I can prepare.”
“Hasebe—”
“As your faithful servant, I am at your beck and call. This time, I will not fail you—”
“Hasebe!” you snapped, exasperated. As much as you appreciated him fussing over you, it really was not a big deal. Winter was approaching and your body wasn’t quite accustomed to such low temperatures. You’d just forgotten to close the window before you slept last night. With your habit of kicking off the blanket in your sleep, you woke up with a runny nose and a sore throat. You sighed, a fond smile still making its way to your face. “I know you’re worried about me, but really, I’ll be fine. You’re going to get grey hair if you keep stressing like this.”
“But…”
“No buts !” You put your hands on your hips in a mock scolding manner, furrowing your brows for good measure. “Relax! That is an order!”
It was amusing, to say the least, seeing him stand awkwardly—a stark contrast to his usual composure. He looked as though you’d seriously reprimanded him even though it wasn’t your first time lightheartedly nagging him like this. Sure, having a cold was annoying. It distracted you from even the most menial tasks. Not to mention how it was more annoying to only be able to breathe from one nostril. Though you disliked the stuffiness that came with wearing several layers of fabrics, you still (begrudgingly) donned another robe and wrapped a scarf around your neck. It was helping just a bit, but you were wishing summer would come soon.
“Hey, look at me,” you said softly, internally cringing at how nasal you sounded. “I’ll be fine, Hasebe. I promise. So don’t stress too much about me, yeah?” You stepped forward and took his hands in yours, a gesture that made him look to the side as an attempt to hide the blush on his cheeks. The tips of his ears betrayed him. “If you’re still worried, I can pass your duties to someone else. That way, you can stay with me. How does that sound?”
He grumbled something under his breath. You couldn’t help but giggle at how easy it was to fluster him recently. While you weren’t that keen on having him loom over your shoulder every minute, you did enjoy his company. You didn’t need that much medical attention—really, you could just sleep it off—but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like having him close. He's loyal, caring, and always prepared (perhaps too prepared) for any situation.
He cleared his throat. “I will brew us some tea. It won’t take long.”
“Get a book from the library too. Anything is fine.” You grinned. What you were going to say next would fluster him—you just knew it. “I like it when you read to me.”
“I—” he sputtered, his face turning beet red. He cleared his throat again and regained his composure, though the flush on his cheeks still remained. “Of course, Master. I’d be happy to.”
Ah, how adorable he was.
#heshikiri hasebe x reader#touken ranbu x reader#hasebe x reader#tkrb x reader#aww hasebe you worrywart just chill *pinches his cheeks affectionately*
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The Moon and Her Stars [Mikazuki Munechika x Reader]
Nothing you do would ever compare to what he does for you, but you hoped that your love would be enough.
content: gender-neutral reader, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of blood and injury, ambiguous relationship (can be read as either romantic or [queer]platonic, no labels are used) — ~1,3k words
notes: selfship coded but who cares. woe love be upon ye
divider by cafekitsune | part of us, in the sands of time ficlet collection
For someone who only has to stay on the sidelines, you agitate yourself just as much as someone on the battlefield would. It isn’t that you don’t trust your touken danshi—you do—but with the recent wave of invasions, you can’t help but worry about them all. What if they get gravely injured? What if they break?
Your worries came true like they had been prophesied. The recon team returned with a gravely injured Sayo, bloodied and bruised and on the verge of breaking. Yagen had swiftly taken the boy to the infirmary while Mutsunokami went ahead to get Souza. And you—you stood there with your heart in your throat, watching as your subjects limp and trudge in the same direction Yagen went. The mission had been a success, but at what cost? They could have died, and if they had, you’d fail your role as their master. You’d fail them.
You already had.
You were burning with guilt and sorrow. You sent them into a catastrophe, stained your hands with their blood and failed your mission. You failed them. You needed space to think of a defence, of how to do better as their master so this won’t happen again. You can’t bear the thought of losing any one of them.
You’ve locked yourself in your quarters since the recon team returned. The Citadel can survive without you for a day or two. They will. You wonder if that is the way it should be. You’d passed on the easier duties to your right-hand man, Hasebe, leaving him in charge until you were ready to come back.
You knew the half-hearted lie you told him was far from convincing. He’d seen your tears and puffy eyes. You weren’t under the weather like you said, but Hasebe would rather die than force you to talk about what you weren’t ready to, so he relented. Someone was bound to see through you somehow, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon. He must’ve told Mikazuki about you.
He had been the last person you wanted to know about your current state. Just like he disliked making you worry about him, you hated making him feel anything negative at all, but it’s just in his nature to be so doting to you. It’s one of the many reasons why you love him.
“There you are,” Mikazuki said as he stepped into your room. Quiet footfalls padded closer to you before he knelt by your futon where you surrounded yourself with scattered open books and journals. You didn’t know if studying would help you at all—it won’t take back what it did today. You hoped it could at least make you more vigilant and less careless. You briefly looked at him, so he continued, “I’ve been worried about you all day.”
Without much of a response save for a quiet, dejected noise, you shifted to lay your head on his lap. Acting by pure muscle memory, he cupped the side of your face with his hand and brushed your tears away with his thumb. His hand was warm. He was warm, and you curled into him, letting yourself indulge in his presence. The scent of green tea lingered on his clothes, dousing you in comfort as the tension slowly faded away from your system. It lulled you enough to stop your sniffling.
“Is he…” you trailed off. Alright? Clearly, Sayo wasn’t. Fine? In a state like that, fine was the farthest thing from what he was. Why were you asking things you knew the answer to?
He didn’t seem to mind. That much you could tell from the way he reached out to lace your fingers together like he always does when you lay together. Your grip on him tightened just the slightest.
“He will be alright,” he answered. “Souza is keeping a close eye on him. The other touken danshi have also been fully repaired. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
Relief washed over your nerves hearing about them. You sighed, eyes falling to the details on the fabrics he wore. You didn’t think you could handle looking at him—one of the people you let down.
As if he could read your mind (he probably could; Mikazuki Munechika is more observant than he lets on), he reassured you once again. “We follow your instructions out of our will. It wasn’t your fault or theirs. How many times have I returned to you with just as many bandages?”
Despite the teasing lilt in his voice, a show of just how lax and carefree he was, you still couldn’t help but frown in response. You wanted to argue that just because he had been through a fair share of pain and bloodshed, it didn’t mean that you were used to it. The looming threat of those seeking to rewrite history to their desires wasn’t something you could easily ignore. It was your purpose, your duty, and if you couldn’t do it right, then you might as well be nothing.
“Master,” he called, chuckling when you grumbled out I told you not to call me that right away. “You could never fail me. I’m sure the others think the same thing.”
“But—”
He shushed you gently. You glanced up at him, brows furrowed as you struggled to hold back tears again. You could feel your bottom lip quivering from you instinctively trying to stop the sobs from leaving you. How can he still be so kind to you when you’ve let others’ blood stain his hands? When his blood could be—has been—on your hands?
“Come,” Mikazuki said, helping you back on your feet. Your limbs felt heavy, exhausted. “Let’s get you some fresh air.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to protest against him, so you followed him out to the balcony where you sat next to him. You idly swung your legs over the edge and stared down at your reflection in the pond. The water was crystal clear, save for fallen petals drifting on its surface, and it glinted with the light of the moon. Across the pond, you could see the lush garden that some of the touken danshi loved tending to. The breeze flew past you, bringing forth the refreshing aroma from the flowers in full bloom.
His humming caught your attention, your gaze drifting to him in response and your breath momentarily taken away. Mikazuki looked ethereal with the starry night behind him like he was right where he belonged—a radiant presence, illuminating the dark corners of your life. You felt yourself soften as you let yourself fall against him, your head resting on his shoulders as you intertwined your hands together once again.
He called your name, his voice tender and his touch gentle. You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he said it. He knew how hard it was to open up (he was guilty of it himself) and he never pressured you to tell him what was on your mind. Even after all this time, he remained kind and loving. You never understood how he could do it, but you knew that you wouldn’t ever take it for granted.
Warmth blossomed in your chest as you watched him beside you in the water. His hair swayed with the wind and he looked like he was glowing, fitting for someone of his name. You felt like you could burst into tears all over again. Here he was, a person who could heal you just by being alone here with you. He made you smile whenever you needed it the most, much like tonight. You didn’t know how you could ever return his generosity. Nothing you do would ever compare to what he does for you, but you hoped that your love would be enough.
Heat rushed to your cheeks and you kept looking downward, afraid that he’d see how flustered you were by him. Still, the words left your lips with ease, laced with sweetness and adoration, “I’d give you the world if I could.”
(And if you’d just glanced over to him, you’d know he was thinking the same of you. To him, you were more than just his sun, moon, and stars. You were the universe herself, and for you, he would do anything to keep you safe and at ease.)
#mikazuki munechika x reader#mikazuki x reader#tkrb x reader#touken ranbu x reader#i love this so much
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Rei obsession level: It took me two days of actively trying to catch this voiced line again but I needed it on my blog to make a point
When I first heard it, it completely caught me off guard and this is probably gonna be the final nail in the coffin for me
Why? Because my ultimate bias says something similar
At this point, I've just been projecting my love for Shoku onto every Satou Takuya character lmao. But Rei's something else. And he definitely stands out as someone who will be on my husbando list for a long time
Even though their personalities are so different, them converging on this type of line just. Does critical damage to my heart
Even though Rei's more subdued and Shoku's a lot flashier, their wardrobes kinda converge too lmao. All that black formal attire
Shoku's not going anywhere as my ultimate bias and he will always be my #1, but Rei's definitely in my top 3 now
And it's been 5 days
What am I gonna do with this guy 🫠
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My type is basically
Has a classic sense of style and prefers darker clothing
Associated with the colours black and blue
Responsible and reliable
Always takes care of you
Always reminds you to take care of yourself
Cooks for you
"Don't worry. I'm right here. I won't disappear on you."
186cm tall
Has a voice that can be both hot and soothing (cv: Satou Takuya)
Scars on their hands/forearms (Shoku headcanon)
Adorkable
Uh... trauma :))))
I'm sure I'm missing a lot more but those similarities between Rei and Shoku are just off the top of my head. But what I like about their similarities is how complete opposite they are as well
Shoku is flashy, loud, and friendly, and his history is full of fire.
Rei is subdued, composed, and hard to warm up to, and his life is full of ice.
I thought I was into Rei for his voice since the cold types have never been something I clicked with. But the more boxes that he checked from Shoku's side, the worse I had it for him. That, and I've found a lot of similarities/compatibilities between Rei's personality/tastes and my own so he's really made an impact on me
Now he's set up camp in my brain 24/7 🫠🫠🫠
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#touken ranbu#shokudaikiri mitsutada#i love them too aaaaaa#cv: takuya sato
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OMG I JUST SAW IT NOW AAAAA
Tysm once again Han! 🤩😍 They look so lovely aaaaaa 🥹😍
Visiting Lembah Harau - West Sumatera, Indonesia.
My oc and @vii-xii oc (left) ❤
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