oh my god Ieyasu #2 I literally can't get any further into the list because of this need
A request I was happy to fulfill for my beloved thirst lord Han. (Although, there is no smut in this particular piece) Hope you like!)
“After everything you did, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?”
It was one of those days, you thought, staring down the blonde hair of your beloved. Beloved, you mused, being a loose term at the moment. It was one of those days where nothing went right, and everything seemed against you.
Normally his harsh tone, his barbed insults, they rolled off of you like water. You were used to it, at times it was almost endearing, how he felt he had to hide everything behind that cruel shell. Endearing and a little sad, really.
But today was not the day.
From the moment you had woken up, an hour earlier than usual because your lord demanded you come hawking with him this morning. You knew the stars had not aligned for you. You had slipped in the early morning dew on your way to the horses and he had laughed, snickering about how you, the kitchen wench, couldn’t even walk outside of a kitchen. Had stared at you, snickering, as you hoisted yourself up, feeling the formation of a bruise on your lower back.
Hawking had been interesting, you were clearly mostly there to observe. But once that brief respite was over.
You had gone back to the kitchens, the only place you were worth anything apparently, only to find out that there were guests coming to the castle, something your lord had failed to mention although he had had all morning, and that you were expected to prepare a feast.
So you had spent the next over six hours on your feet, your sore back screaming for relief, as you tried to get all the food ready.
That is until Ieyasu decided to show his face, peeking in and looking you up and down with almost visible disdain. You were sweating, clearly frazzled and in disarray, and his only words to you cemented your surety that the gods were out for your head today.
“You look like a demon, even less human than a kitchen wench should, I suggest you go clean yourself up, unless you plan on being absent from the feast.
“I’ll be glad to milord.” You strode up to him, hands on your hips, glare on your face. “Just as soon as you go and clean up your horrible personality, although that might take a while, considering the years you have let it build up.”
Everyone in the kitchen had gone silent.
You two stared at each other, neither one willing to back down
“I see you want to meet the end of my blade tonight.” His hand was on his sword, aggravation clear on his face. “You need to be reminded of your ran-”
“Just shut up!” You huffed, storming past him. “I don’t need to be reminded of anything! I need you to stop being such an insufferable cad!”
And you had left him there, storming back to your room.
It wasn’t until several hours later, after your had bathed, after the feast you hadn’t attended, that the guilt began to eat at you.
Okay, yes. Maybe you had taken out your horrible day on him.
But…But who says that to a person!?
And it wasn’t like this was the first time he had acted this way, this was just your…last straw.
But…You knew you had overreacted, and you knew he just be feeling hurt, right?
You sighed, rising to your feet. You would need to make food for this.
With daifuku in your hands you walked down the dark hall, stopping at Ieyasu’s door. A flickering candlelight let you know he was still awake. You took a breath, reaching up to pull the shoji door open, when it flung itself back.
You hopped back, almost losing your balance, but steadying your feet in time to see Ieyasu’s molten copper eyes reflect surprise at your presence.
“Ieyasu.” You breathed out his name. He looked away from you, a soft blush on his face, like he had been caught doing something embarrassing.
Had he been about to come to you?
“What business do you have here, after your little performance earlier, I would think you’d be packing your bags to go back to your family.” He sneered, his words barbed.
Oh you’d really hurt his feelings huh?
“Let’s talk. Can I come in?” You kept your voice level, hoping he’d make this easy.
“You need to apologize, then maybe I’ll consider it.”
“After everything you did, everything you do, you’re asking ME to apologize for snapping at you ONCE?” You couldn’t hold it back, all the control you had prided yourself on, told yourself you would have, was out the window. He took a step back and you followed him, all but pushing him into his room, dragging the door closed behind you. You set the daifuku down with a slam.
You were not in the mood.
“If you are so mistreated here, you should go home.” His voice is cold, but you aren’t fooled. No, you know him too well. He is scared, scared you’ll leave him and as much as your heart cries to relent, apologize, pull him into your arms. You won’t.
“I am not leaving you Ieyasu, I am just trying to talk to you!” You jabbed a finger into his chest, glaring up at him. His eyes were colored with uncertainty. This obviously had never happened to him before. “You just don’t seem to understand!”
“What is there to understand? You’re the one who came in here intent to add insult to injury!” He huffed, looking away.
“Insult to injury…” You trailed off. “Ieyasu, You woke me up before the sun rose today, laughed at me when I fell down and then to actually add insult to injury you left me in the kitchens all day and had the gall….the gall to tell me that I didn’t look good enough to go to your stupid banquet!” You fell silent after that, staring intently at him.
It was up to him, but you weren’t willing to let this go.
Nothing was said, and just as your shoulders began to sag, defeat flowing through you, he moved.
He reached out, tugging you into his arms, one of his hands holding you at the waist and the other buried in your hair. His head dropped down to your neck.
“….sorry” A mumble, you barely heard. You craned your neck a bit. Tokugawa Ieyasu had actually told you sorry. Your body relaxed. For him to apologize. You knew he understood.
“I’m sorry, what did you say milord?”
“I’m not saying it again.”
Oh, but you did love him, didn’t you?
