And Trent’s gorgouers little face all eh, not really and “shouting is Roy’s love language” and are you kidding me with this shit?
It’s just, a year ago when Roy stood in that room and shouted “Tartt!” all the players backed away from Jamie, wanting to get the hell away from whatever was about to go down, but now they barely react, just keep going about their business, and the embedded (ex)journalist casually goes they love each other actually, they’re off to do one of their insane love things, don’t worry about it.
And apart from the Roy and Jamie of it all, I just dig that Roy – big, hard man Roy Kent who has struggled so with being anything other than angry – is seen and known by the rest of them and maybe he’s still not great at expressing himself but they speak a bit of his language now.
I still haven't given up on this despite it being... over two years since the last chapter upload. I want to finish it. I have an outline for it. I have a vague idea of how I want to finish it.
Just getting myself to put in the leg work to do it has proven to be the most challenging thing. Doubts and deep insecurities are pretty rampant with this work as a whole, most of them pretty silly if I think on them for more than a few minutes, but still, two years is a long time to leave a fic hanging.
I think... for a new years resolution for next year, I'll try to finish this chapter in between doing 100 Themes. To get over those doubts and insecurities and put out something I'm proud of. No promises on when the chapters after it will come out, but I want to finish this chapter at least.
So, here's what I've got thus far. Some things might change between this and the final version (I'm still in an internal self debate of where I want to put Mitsunari in this chapter so where he is now might change in the future.) Having fun with the Nobu twins banter and Mitsuhide being Mitsuhide tho.
Raw, unedited writing down below. Little warning about Hideyoshi *ahem* waking up to a surprise (there's a reason this work is rated mature on ao3), some crude language from the Nobu twins, Mitsuhide flirting as always, there's a little random paragraph about Masamune that I meant to incorporate better, but it's just sitting there for now, might be moved to next chapter but I'm not sure.
And also, previous four chapters are up on ao3!
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Hideyoshi had awoken before dawn, the sky still clinging to the darkness of the night. The room had grown colder in his fitful sleep, a light plume of heat escaping his lips as he rubbed his eyes.
He'd barely slept that night, a common enough occurrence as of late, but the chill of the room helped to calm the heat coursing through him. Feeling a dampness against his thigh, however, he sighed defeated.
"You're acting like a kid with his first crush." He mumbled as his brows furrowed. "After a single kiss? Really?"
He roughly rubbed his face and hair, trying to wake himself up more.
"I'm not that bad for her."
Hideyoshi grumbled a bit more, cleaning himself off with his handkerchief and went in search of his ward. He wandered down the hall, dawn's early light just peeking over the horizon. His toes felt the chill of the early morning, everything quiet and still.
He paused in front of one doorway, feeling heat escaping through the slightly open screen.
He frowned and slid the door open further, spying your sleeping figure with two little intruders curled up by your sides. One was a tiny monkey that must've escaped her cage during the night (he must've been dead asleep for her to escape unheard he thought), the other a silky grey cat whose ears twitched at his approach, training their purple eyes on him when he got close enough.
The sigh that was on his lips quickly died away when he saw you sprawled on the futon, extra kimonos and blankets thrown askew. An innocent enough display, you got too warm and had unconsciously tried to remedy the situation.
He then started at the sight of your kimono in disarray, the sash barely keeping the garment closed. You were turned to your side, thankfully, but he couldn't help but stare at your barely covered breasts, your legs mimicking a large step with your butt fully on display, and the quiet groans that made his mouth dry.
He did not need this so early in the morning.
Holding his breath, trying his best to not make a sound, he pulled one of the strewn kimonos over you, tucking it in gingerly. Though the room was still warm thanks to brazier in the corner, the thought of someone else finding you in that state made his skin crawl. Something he should not be experiencing, but he was, nonetheless.
He checked you over, to be sure you were decently covered, finding his hand lingering longer on your swollen stomach than anything else. To his surprise, he felt movement against his hand once again, making him sigh.
"Not too much longer," he whispered. "You'll be so spoiled rotten once you're born."
He then turned towards you, still asleep.
"And, sorry, [Name], that I can't love you in the way you deserve."
He gingerly brushed your hair out of your face, placing a chaste kiss on your temple.
"You'll be the greatest mother. I know you will be. Just promise you won't hate me too much, down the line."
With a final tuck, he closed his eyes and stood up, giving you one more glance before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.
He pushed the hair out of eyes again before he heard frantic footsteps.
"Lord Hideyoshi!" Mitsunari called out.
Hideyoshi froze, putting his finger to his lips.
"[Name] is still sleeping," he said quietly, "And what have I told you about run-"
"Forgive me, Lord Hideyoshi," Mitsunari said quieter, "but Oda banners were spotted on the horizon. Along with at least 100 soldiers."
Hideyoshi's eyes widened, then he muttered a curse.
"Go find Mitsuhide and alert the guards." He paused, "and send a few here to guard this room."
Mitsunari nodded and headed off with his orders. Hideyoshi spared another glance back, seeing Uri and Kitty peeking through the door crack.
"Watch over them, both of you."
He then turned his back and headed back to his room, looking at his armor with a frown.
[end scene transition]
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"Who said you could bring a battalion with you?!" Nobutaka glared at his brother while the other picked in his ear.
"Best to be prepared." Nobukatsu replied, flicking off the wax from his ear, his breaths coming out in puffs.
"And spending the night traveling to Azuchi was a great plan! I'm freezing!"
"The sun's coming up now. You'll be warm soon enough."
Nobutaka shivered, pulling his furs closer.
"I knew bringing you along was a mistake."
"We've made good time, so shut your hole."
"We traveled ALL night long. In the middle of the spring thaw."
"Good eye. Anything else you want to point out?"
"I'm killing you if I lose any extremities because of this."
"What, you gonna throw your frozen balls at me? They might shatter mid-flight! No chance of killing me that way. You'll have to try harder, dumbass."
Nobutaka growled, but held his tongue. He wasn't about to let his brother's barbs get to him.
"Remember, we're here just to scout."
"I know."
"So you stay with your battalion while I try to figure out that monkey's goals."
"Sounds boring."
"We're not here for a fight. I've told you that multiple times."
"And you keep on repeating as if it'll stick in my head."
"No fighting until I say so. I'll send for you if things turn sour."
Now, Nobukatsu glared.
"Fine. But I won't wait forever."
"You'll wait for as long as I need you to."
"Or what? I just wait until the butt monkey comes to find me with your head on a pike?"
"He wouldn't be that moronic. Either of our heads on a pike means the Oda wages war on him."
"Heh, if only. Makes me want him to pike you."
"You would."
"It'd make my day."
"I'm sure it would."
Both brothers looked ahead, spying the tower of the castle in the distance. Nobukatsu shielded his eyes from the morning light, smirking.
[end transition scene]
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Mitsuhide moved his head side to side, trying to relieve his stiff neck. No rest for the wicked, he thought with a grumble.
He then spotted Hideyoshi up ahead, staring into the distance, his hand on his sword. Mitsuhide approached quietly, his only sound being his own sword and rifle clinking together.
"It was bound to happen sooner or later." Mitsuhide said, his gaze also looking off into the distance.
"I know," Hideyoshi responded, looking lost. "I didn't think it'd happen this soon."
"Hmm."
Mitsuhide then turned to look at Hideyoshi, sharp golden eyes searching through Hideyoshi's softer tawny eyes.
"So, what are we going to do?"
"Make sure the townspeople are safe, then confront them. See what they want."
"We both know they want you. Your head, more specifically. The assassins made that clear."
"Not me, really. Just the things I'm holding onto. Lord Nobunaga's legacy."
"Hmph, you sell yourself short, Hideyoshi. As always."
"Not in the mood, Mitsuhide."
"You do have the worst talent of calling attention to yourself, you know."
Hideyoshi growled while the other chuckled, shrugging quietly.
"I'll send my men to look after [Name] while we see what the boys are demanding this time."
"I already have guards on standby for her."
"Think of it as making sure she's doubly safe. Lord Nobutaka is cunning while his brother is impulsive and short-tempered. We shouldn't underestimate either of them."
"…Right."
Birds chirped nearby, both men turning and seeing a nest in the nearby tree, a mother with a worm in her beak landing on the holding branch.
"Have you given anymore thought," Mitsuhide mused aloud, "as to what you're going to do with [Name] and her child?"
"That's up to her."
"An Oda son will put an end to all of this squabbling."
"I know."
"And an Oda daughter will be vulnerable without her father. A true game of chance on our hands."
"I know," Hideyoshi repeated. "[Name] will hate me, either way."
"Why?"
"For using her son to stop the noble squabbles over Azuchi… or failing to protect her daughter from being taken into the wrong hands."
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"I heard Masamune was making the trip from Oshu as he wanted to meet first with [Name] in time to meet the little bundle."
"Perfect timing if we need his help, but he's still a month early."
"You always harped on him on his magical ability to always arrive late. Maybe he took the message to heart."
"He also promised to drag Ieyasu out of Mikawa with him."
The Witcher Fandom - trying to decipher Jaskier’s notes on “Her Sweet Kiss” a continuation!
I managed to find a high-resolution file of episode 6, so let’s try this again :D
I agree with what people have said prior, that these lyrics seem to lack the third-person “Yennefer” and seems to be just about what we think is Jaskier and Geralt, since it’s prior to the fight. The lyrics we got so far under the cut -->
>> Original post by renegademe << >> Second post by me <<
Here’s the first page from what these people gathered:
@renegademe
@nightofheart
@ironwingedhawk
@spaceyspades
@destielshipper221b
1. Then
2. so tell me love
3. you make me your [prize/puzzle/prison]
(I think it's prize cuz of the look of a cursive Z)
4. how is that "just"?
5. if I were a man
6. of more merit
7. if I were a man of
8. resolve
9. I’d leave you behind
10. get my fair peace of mind
11. from a bottle
12. of grain alcohol
13. but I'm weak
14. my love
Here’s the second page from what I and these people gathered:
@thetardigrape
@jaskier-of-rivia
@imafrickinunicorn
1. [almost/at most]
2.my friend
3. give you my [promise/penance]
4.gorgeous garroter
5.jury and judge
6.[altogether/monster]
7.of
8.lovely garroter
9.jury and judge
The second page is mostly guesswork since it’s so hard to decipher, also we start counting lines under the pen. But the first page is at least 90% right n__n
Great teamwork so far everyone! Let’s see if we can uncover more! 8D
