got bored so decided to send some of my wips here, i havent been writing for ikeseries in a while but feel free to lmk which ones intrigue you guys the most!
if your heart was a ship (then take me to sea) - masamune centric
"Why are you hesitating?" Masamune could understand Mitsuhide better on most days, but not this one. "Steal her away." Mitsuhide had habits he couldn't wrap his head around. His smile and his secrets, he could understand, but this – this passivity and the way he said "He suits her," as if it was a secret only the two of them knew, and he was but an outsider.
Mitsuhide was much like calm waters disturbed. Although he reflected the faces of those around him, no one had dared to unravel his yellow scarf and guiling smile. Now he was unmoving, stagnant. It was a sort of tranquility he saw in the eyes of dead men. He knew the way she held his heart at her fingertips in the taut way he spoke, as if it squeezed his heart a little further in every beat.
"It's a mark," Mitsuhide once said to him, the space between them a vacuum and a void. "The mark of a man in love."
"Or the marks of a martyr in the making."
Mitsuhide chuckled softly, and it was a sound he'd never heard before. "You never realise the fire until the smoke stings your eyes, as they say." His opened his hand, and closed them in a fist. "But the fire was soft."
And that's all he needed? A distant sensation of a life never lived? A memory that brought a smile and tears to his eyes? Masamune couldn't understand such a thing. Life is there to be enjoyed, with no spare effort or doubts.
He wanted to say more, but the moon was bright and lovely that night, and tea would make for better company than words that fell on deaf ears.
request from a friend, beni, with a prompt of hideyoshi x writer!mc
“Do you think it'll sell?” She looked him straight in the eyes as she asked that. Usually, in all the times he's comforted people, they were mellow, meek. Here she said it like a challenge. Prove it to me. What would he need to prove? That her books would sell? That she was brilliant?
Hideyoshi hummed. Comforting people wasn't exactly something he did conscientiously, but ever since Masamune pointed out the 'trail of broken hearts' he left, he started to feel more self conscious about the way he treated women. “I'm sure it will.” The words pulsed in his chest as it left him. He wanted to do more for her. He wanted to explain to her that her writing—herself—nested in his ribcage, like there was a beehive in place of his heart that always threatened honey to seep from his tongue. He knew that kind of behaviour would lead to being heartbroken, though.
He knew it would not be hers.
She scoffed, a bitter smile on her lips. He didn't blame her. He probably failed the test. “You can do better than that.”
He inhaled a breath. “I honestly don't know. But I will stay by your side no matter what happens.”
She smiled. He couldn't tell if that bitterness had dissolved. It was hard to tell with her. “Thanks, I guess.”
Ouch. Still, it wasn't his first time she'd done that before, so it didn't sting as much as it used to. It was okay. He dealt with Ieyasu before. He could deal with her.
the others are more personal works so i wont show them (at least not rn), but i thought i'd just throw these out here 👋
