Flashback.
A cold autumn breeze swept over your fallen locks. Tension was high as you were met with a difficult risk, hands facing down on a map. What made you anxious was the small dark symbol, resembling a dragon biting it's own tail, plastered on top a territory you knew too well. It was too risky.
"Tea is ready, _______-chan." A soothing voice whispered behind you, leaving you a bit startled. Turning around, you faced the man who you knew to be a miracle. The strongest sword you held dearest.
"Oh, thank you Mikazuki-kun..." You sheepishly embraced the porcelain tea cup with chilled fingers. "Winter is almost here, don't you think?" His gaze was unbroken to your soft tone, like he was cherishing every movement you made. Your eyes lifted to see him nodding in agreement, the regular smile he so easily displayed present. As the tea drained from your cup, you felt a sudden breeze attack your already frigid frame.
"Are you cold?" Mikazuki oddly stepped closer. Shivering uncontrollably, you nodded.
"Yes, but it's alri--" Before you could finish, Mikazuki's long sleeves wrapped around your whole body, protecting you from the hidden breeze. Seconds passed as your vision was filled with him, and only him. His calming colour, indigo strands and his shallow water-coloured eyes. The old sword's gloved hands caressed your back, bringing his scent closer to your already dazed senses.
For moments longer, you rested your head on his slow beating chest in hopes the whole world would fade from existence.
"You seem more worried than usual." The blue haired male spoke, still gently stroking your head. "Is something the matter?"
"Than usual?!" You playfully hit his chest, looking up into his smiling eyes. You didn't want to tell him. It was obvious how his reaction would be, but you did not want to face your selfishness. But he knew you too well.
"Why don't I lead my team--"
"Mikazuki Munechika." You sternly muttered, eyes clouded with a dark shadow, "I am not letting anybody through with this mission, it's much too dangerous."
"Our strengths combined would prevail, given the right troops and formation we could obtain much greater swords." His gloved finger traced a path towards the small dragon symbol on the tattered map. Still in his arms, his chin rested on your shoulder as you turned to see his perception of the map. "We'll defeat the kebiishi and greater our artillery." You had to admit, there was a possibility it would succeed.
"But there's a chance this kebiishi would be too overpowering, even for us." His chest was pressed to your back, arms trapping you on either side.
"Chances are opportunities clouded in doubt."
"Oh c'mon Jiji, I don't want to..." your voice became quieter, "I don't want to risk you." The old tachi's eyes softened as his mouth formed a soft line. He was the strongest in your young army, you had to admit, but was it too early to suspect such effortless methods. You've already come this far with your swords, what will losing them all do? "Jiji..." You whispered as his embrace tightened around your distress. Mikazuki gently kissed the back of your head as your eyes fluttered wearingly, his breath tickling your collar. Soft kisses trailed down your hair, to your ears, and below your jaw. You let out a small giggle as his lips tickled your neck with kisses. Munechika lightly laughed in return as he could see your delightful smile once more, knowing he has achieved his goal.
"Don't worry ______, just smile for me and it will be alright." You turned to see the passion in the sword's eyes, his lips curled into a delicate expression. "I wouldn't dare surrender if you were to smile for me till the very end." His embrace melted the doubt in your heart.
"...Do you promise?" You whispered as the joyous smile had faded into a worried line. Mikazuki tenderly stared back, planting a last sweet kiss atop your forehead.
"I promise."
"I love you..."
Mikazuki wiped an invisible tear from your cheek, planting another light kiss on your head.
"I love you too."
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From Pieces (Mikazuki Munechika X Fem!Saniwa) - Reader Insert
Fanfiction"Following the past will lead a bitter future, but carving a future will leave a broken past." Given the task of an ancient sage, you summon historical swords to fight by your side against evil. But, you never expected such emotions to grow with one...