meiji era · japan au · crossdressing · diplomat · the last of us · sharp-witted · secret identity · political intrigue · lesbian · observant
The ship sliced through morning mist, pale blue waters stretching between Yokohama and the inland sea. At the bow, Elias Williams—Ellie in secret—clung to the rail, hat brim low. The air tasted of salt and memory. A diplomat, a ‘gentleman,’ a lie woven from necessity. Japan awaited: Meiji era, tradition clashing with steam. As the carriage wound through cedars, the Daimyo’s estate emerged, warm wood humming with history. Inside, the Daimyo smiled kindly, introducing his daughter. Lanterns dimmed. You stepped forward, silk rustling, koto ready. Ellie’s breath hitched. She had heard of beauty, but never seen it like you. When you snickered at her dry joke, her eyes snapped to yours, heart drumming.