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sanada yukimura x reader

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Tolerance

Yukimura wasn't one to talk big game. Not on the battlefield, not in a game of wits, not when he's challenged on the street by a ronin who looked like they had a little too much to drink. Ah, drink. He did claim to be able to hold his drink though.

Sake wasn't necessarily the strongest thing that the maids could scrounge up for the impromptu celebratory feast, but it was indeed the most popular and sought after. Bottle after bottle was carried in, Sakon personally carrying two large containers of the liquor over to the table where you, Lord Nobuyuki, Kunoichi, and Yukimura were sitting at. He quickly pulls the cork stopper out of the first bottle and elegantly fills Lord Nobuyuki's cup to the brim before moving on to the next one.

"Drink up, milords," Sakon announced cheerfully with a grin. He and Nobuyuki clink glasses together, knocking back the sake in one smooth swallow. Kunoichi takes timid sips at her cup before pushing it away, apparently not having a taste for it like the rest of the retainers. She mumbles something about reconnaissance and disappears from the main hall. A retainer stumbles up behind you and Yukimura, the sake in his glass spilling over the lip and splashing on the wooden table in front of you. Yukimura pays it no mind while you try to prevent it from dripping onto your attire.

"Lord Yukimura! You need to catch up! There won't be any sake left for you at the rate you're drinking it!" He laughs raucously and claps Yukimura hard on the shoulder. The sound of his bare palm against Yukimura's metal shoulder plate reverberates throughout the hall, mingling with the sounds of enthusiastic conversation. A determined expression crosses over Yukimura's face as he lifts his untouched glass to his lips. Nobuyuki shakes his head while Sakon tries to suppress barely contained laughter. Like the others, Yukimura downs the liquor in one effortless swallow, and asks Sakon to refill his glass, the faint blush revealing that he's already had one drink too many.
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Barely more than five cups later (Yukimura supposedly lost count after two), you're stumbling with him out of the main hall as retainers call at your backs.

"Ohoho! Maybe Lord Yukimura is going to put that spear of his to another use rather than just on the battle field!"

"My spear fights to bring glory to Lord Shingen and his forces!" Yukimura drunkenly proclaims, completely missing the euphemism. You gently chide him into silence as you usher him out into the cool night air.

"Let's go out into the garden!" Yukimura offers, nearly tumbling off of the veranda. You quickly chase after him to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble in his drunken state. He disappears in a matter of moments, and you find him trying to stand on the railing of a wooden bridge over Lord Masayuki's koi pond, already stripped of most of his armor.

"Milord, that's dangerous! You're going to hurt yourself!" Yukimura recites his end of an imaginary bout of hand-to-hand combat.

"Train with me, (Y/N)!"
"Lord Yuki-"

And as expected, even a valiant, graceful warrior such as he falls into the pond below. Yukimura takes a few seconds longer to resurface and that's all it takes for you to discard your heavy, metal samurai armor to jump in after him.

This pond is a little too deep for a koi pond, you realize after being enveloped by the cool water. A bright koi swims past your vision before you resurface to take in a deep gulp of air.

"Sorry, (Y/N). The railing was more slippery than I imagined it would be. Not ideal for training," Yukimura apologizes with a pout upon his lips. Water droplets enhance the luster of the Sanada crest on his headband. His hair is soaked, clinging to his forehead and ears.

"Let's get out of here," you prod, gently tugging on Yukimura's hand to lead him out of the water. "You'll catch cold at this rate, and we wouldn't want that."

He refuses to move, instead taking his hand from your grasp and brushing damp locks away from your eyes. "You look very beautiful under the moonlight, (Y/N)," Yukimura gushes, wearing a genuine smile on his lips. Not wasting any time, he leans down and closes his eyes, clearly intending to steal a kiss.

"Milord," you hiss as you interrupt his kiss with your index finger. "As handsome as you are, now is not the time."
"Just one kiss," he murmurs affectionately as he pushes your hand away from his mouth. Yukimura is never this affectionate without the help of alcohol, you note.

When his lips finally press against yours, he tastes like castella cake and strong sake, sweet, with a slight hint of liquor. Your hand gently entangles themselves in the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. Your lips part, but only for a moment as Yukimura quickly dives back in. His mouth is gentle, slow and languid, patient as he works your mouth open under his.

"Yukimura, as much as I'm sure Lady (Y/N) appreciates your more, ah, daring side when it comes to romance, but that's what your private chambers are for."

Sakon leans against the bridge railing, peering down at the two of you from above. Yukimura flushes akin to that of his scarlet headband, pressing your head to his chest as if to shield you from prying eyes.

"S-Sakon! Don't laugh!"