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lucyw260 · 10 months

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Yore Of Shooting Stars - Nobunaga

Every year on my birthday I post a little something to commemorate Nobunaga's death anniversary which so happens to be the same day, I wanted to write a little something to keep up the tradition. I hope you like it.

Words = 364

Warnings = established relationship, kissing

Excerpt = "I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes"

Summer was beginning and the nights were getting shorter and hotter. Y/n and Nobunaga were out on the balcony of Nobunaga's tenshu, watching the stars in the humid breeze. Nobunaga's arms were wrapped around Y/n as she was seated in his lap.

Suddenly a bright light shot across the deep cerulean sky and Y/n quickly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.

Nobunaga angled his eyes down towards her as he watched her effulgent and elysian visage in all her glory. He waited until she her interesting action was finished but it ended up being protracted and he became impatient.

He stroked one long finger down the side of her face to draw her eyes to his. "What were you doing just now?" he inquired in confusion as her eyes flittered open to meet his.

"A shooting star just went by so I was making a wish" Y/n spoke as if it was obvious

Nobunaga hummed but before he could answer, another bright light arched across the sky.

"Quick Nobunaga, clasp your hands together and make a wish!" Y/n enthusiastically pointed out in a slight panic.

He did as she said and put his hands together in silence, he wished for the first thing that came to mind. When he opened his eyes, Y/n's curious eyes looked eager to hear his wish.

"That was a pointless activity, the stars cannot answer a person's wishes" Nobunaga boldly declared. Y/n's expression fell a little upon hearing his opinion.

"However, sharing a superstition you believe in was interesting but I hope the stars were not listening to our wishes" he declared as Y/n tilted her head in puzzlement.

"How come?" she asked inquisitively.

Out of nowhere, Nobunaga pulled her by the waist towards him and planted a deep kiss upon her lips of pulchritude before pulling away.

He looked straight into her eyes as he replied...

"Because it is my duty as your boyfriend to fulfill all your wishes. I won't let the night sky steal that from me"

Y/n chuckled quietly as she stared in mild shock, adoration and love for Nobunaga overflowing in her heart.

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ikeromantic · 20 days

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Ikesen Boys React to Tattooed MC pt 1

This was an ask from @otomedad that I just had to write. I did some reading up on the history of tattooing in Japan and there was so much that I found super interesting. So! Here goes, starting with Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, and Masamune! Approx. 1500 words.

Nobunaga

“What’s this, fireball?”

You feel Nobunaga’s breath tickle your shoulder blade, his lips so close they almost brush your skin. For a moment, you don’t know what he means. It’s hard to think when parts of you are being ‘claimed’, afterall. But you smile as the memory comes back to you. Sitting on a stool, arms braced on the counter in front of you, with the buzz of the tattoo gun in your ear. “You like my koi?”

His fingers brush the inked design, tracing the outline of the leaping fish. “It is very well done.” He does not sound pleased, though he’s trying to hide it.

“You don’t.” A slight pout draws your lips out and down.

Nobunaga stills behind you, so motionless that you don’t even feel him breathing. Just as you are about to break the silence, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest. “It is part of you, so it is beautiful.” His chin rests on your shoulder, just above the tattoo in question. “Why did you receive this mark?”

There is an unexpected tension in his voice, and you laugh to ease it before explaining. “I got it after I graduated from design. It represents my struggles, and my determination.” You turn your head to kiss his cheek.

He regards you with a serious expression, tense despite your affection.

“Do you really hate it?” You can’t help how vulnerable you feel as you meet his carnelian gaze.

“I told you. It is beautiful, as you are. But . . .” He pauses, a slight grimace crossing his expression. “I do not like that someone marked you. Someone else claimed this -” He leans back to spread his hand over the koi. “Every part of you is mine.”

“Are you jealous of my tattoo artist?” You grin, unable to hold back. “You know I picked the design and the colors and everything, right? He was just some guy with a good flash book . . .”

Nobunaga’s frown does not ease, though you know that he’s aware this is ridiculous.

You snuggle back against him. “Alright, alright. I understand. If you could do tattoos, I’d get one from you, ok?”

Something mischievous flickers in his gaze and a slight smile turns up the corners of his mouth. “Yes. This is acceptable.”

You aren’t sure what he’s accepting. Nobunaga can’t do tattoos, right? Right? Whatever questions you have disappear as his lips find that sensitive spot at the back of your neck.

Hideyoshi

You roll up your sleeves to start working on the kitchen’s herb garden. The day is warm and sunny, promising a hot afternoon. It’s a good thing you’re starting early.

About an hour into the weeding, Hideyoshi stops by with a tray of cool water and a wide straw hat. He kneels beside you. “You know it’s bad for your skin to be exposed to sunlight for so long. Even in the morning, you can’t -” He stops midword, his mouth hanging open.

“Hm?” You look up, dusting your hands off. Before you can ask anything else, Hideyoshi grabs your elbow.

“What is this?”

You realize he’s pointing at the serpent tattoo on your forearm. The snake curls over itself in a complex circle, with the head pointing at your wrist and the tale toward your elbow. “Oh! Erm,” you give an embarrassed laugh. “That.”

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” Hideyoshi holds your arm up, inspecting it. “A thief. I should have guessed. What prefecture is this? Where are you really from?” The questions come lightning fast, his usual gentle lecturing tone replaced with a hard, brittleness that does not suit him at all.

“A thief? Are you serious right now?” You try to yank your arm back, going from bewildered to angry.

Hideyoshi pulls you up to standing. “If you won’t answer my questions, maybe you’ll answer Mitsuhide’s.” He glares at you. “I can’t believe I - I called you my sister!”

You take a breath, trying to hold in the tears suddenly threatening at the corners of your eyes. Sister. Why was this man so infuriating? First putting you in the sis-zone, and now accusing you. As if you hadn’t shared so many sweet moments. Almost-kisses. Holding hands. “Why are you freaking out about my tattoo?”

“It marks you as a criminal.” He sighs, looking away. “If you’ll come clean with me, maybe we can -”

“Come clean? Hideyoshi, I told you I’m not from here. In my ah, my village, people get tattoos because they like the way they look.” You wiggle your arm in his grasp. “This one means the cycle of life. Birth and death. Look at it!”

Hideyoshi slowly turns back to examine the mark on your arm. “It is . . . very finely done for a - a punishment.” He purses his lips. “And I do not know of a prefecture that uses a snake . . .”

You nod emphatically. “Exactly. And you know me. Hideyoshi?” Your tone brings his gaze to your face.

He studies you for a moment. Then his grip loosens on your arm, the pad of his thumb stroking your inked flesh. “I may have, um, jumped to conclusions. My apologies.” A breath, then, “Sis.”

“Thanks.” You take your arm back, feelings still hurt.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. Then he drapes an arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side. “Let me apologize properly, after work tonight. Stop by after your bath and I’ll rub some oil on your arms and legs.” Hideyoshi’s cheeks hold a faint heat. “A brother should care for his sister when she’s working so hard.”

You know he knows there’s nothing brotherly in the touches you share, but you nod in acquiescence. Then you pull away. “The garden won’t weed itself,” you say.

He grins. “I suppose not.” Hideyoshi’s hand takes yours before you can take a step. “It’s nice. Your tattoo. Once I really looked at it.”

“Thanks,” you smile back, feeling a little better. “I’m looking forward to my massage tonight.” You give him a cheeky wink.

Masamune

You splash to the river’s surface, sputtering from the water in your mouth and nose. Masamune laughs beside you, his strong arm holding you up above the roiling surface of the water as the current pushes you both downstream.

“Maybe next time we should look for a bridge,” you shout to be heard over the river.

“Nah. Where’s the fun in that?” Masamune’s blue eye gleams with unfettered joy as he pulls you toward the opposite shore.

Once you hit the bank and crawl out, you flop back onto the grassy hillside. “Fun? Not drowning is fun. And now I’m soaked.” You glance over to see Masamune already stripping down, laying his clothes out to dry.

He grins when he sees your expression. “What’s the matter, kitten? Tiger got your tongue?”

“Pffft.” You sit up, ignoring the way your face heats. You shrug out of your kimono, very aware of how thin your linen underclothes are. Especially now that they are wet and clinging to your skin.

Masamune’s appreciative look does not help. He grins unapologetically. “I should come out this way more often. Great view.”

You throw a clump of grass at him and jump up to run. He chases you, laughing, and catches you pretty quickly.

His laughter stops with a sharp inhale. “Are you hurt?”

You realize that he’s noticed the ink on your side, a tiger in the midst of peonies. The red, pink, and orange probably look like a wound beneath the opaque cloth. “No, nothing like that.” You carefully tug the linen up to show him your tattoo.

“Wow.” His eye is wide as he takes in the art piece. “Gorgeous.” His calloused finger brushes the skin on your side, sending a shiver across your belly and up your ribcage. “It’s like a painting.”

“Thanks.” You feel more than a little self conscious, but also gratified by his reaction. “It’s supposed to be, like, fragility and strength? Together?” You find yourself a little tongue tied, too focused on his warm hand touching you.

Masamune finally looks up, catching your gaze. “It fits you, kitten. Strong and fragile.” His expression is more serious than you’re used to. A deeper emotion moves in the depths of his blue eye.

The urge to kiss him is strong, but you resist. You tug the cloth back down and step away, heart beating frantically. Masamune likes to flirt, you think, that’s all. You wrack your brain for a witty comment and come up empty.

He smiles, drops his hands. “Our clothes should dry out soon, and then we can continue on.”

“The temple better be awesome. You’ve talked it up too much to take anything less than.” Your destination is safer ground, you think, jumping right into the new topic.

Masamune laughs. “There’s not another like it anywhere.” Something about the way he says it makes you wonder if he means the temple you’re traveling to or something else.

“Worth the trip then?”

He catches a bit of your damp hair and twirls it around a finger. “I’d say this trip is already worth it.”

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writingwhimsey · 3 months

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Hi!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day 💕 CONGRATS on 300 followers!! So well deserved, you’re so talented!! I was wondering if we could get a Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut 😮‍💨🙈 not sure if you’ve done something similar before, I’m a new follower, but I would love it!! Thank you so so much!! 🩷🩷

Thank you for the support and the request! This one was fun to write! I hope you and everyone enjoys this Nobunaga enemies to lovers smut!

NSFW 18+ content

Tough Negotiations

“My lord, Nobunaga has taken to the battlefield himself!” My subordinate declared, running into the basecamp.

A grin lit my face as I rose. “Finally.” I said. “It is time I go and challenge this man and show him that we will not be conquered.”

“Your horse is ready, my lord.” My subordinate informed me.

I left the command tent and hopped on my horse, drawing my sword as I rode into battle, leading a fresh group of calvary and foot soldiers. Everyone underestimated me and my clan, but I would show them. I would show anyone who would challenge me. Even the great Nobunaga Oda himself.

As I entered the field, I saw Nobunaga on his horse not far away, getting ready to cut down my right hand man, who had been leading a group of our soldiers. I wasn’t about to lose him, so I raced forward and blocked Nobunaga’s sword with my own.

“Sorry, I still find him useful.” I said. “Your opponent is me.”

Nobunaga grinned at me over our locked blades. “I see the rumors are true.”

I didn’t take my eyes off of Nobunaga’s as our blades remained locked. “Get out of here before I change my mind about saving your sorry ass.”

“Yes, my lord.” My right hand replied after a moment of stunned silence.

“And what rumors do you speak of? The ones of my brilliance? My fierceness? My cunning? Or my beauty?”

Nobunaga chuckled as we broke apart. ‘All of them.” He answered, raising his sword to strike again.

I blocked the blow, a cool smile on my own face. “I do aim to live up to my reputation.” I replied. “Though I must admit, you are not what I expected.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Nobunaga asked, as we continued to fight. Our blades meeting, sparking, and breaking apart.

“Hmm…I was expecting a bit more of a challenge from the infamous devil king.” I replied, smirking. “I’m barely even breaking a sweat here…don’t tell me you’re going easy on me just because I am a woman?”

“I would never.” Nobunaga replied. “I underestimate no one. Why else would I… come out here myself?”

“You do have…a point.” I replied.

We exchanged blows and barbs over and over again. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as we fought, the tension in the air palpable…and I must admit the thought of how handsome Nobunaga was flitted through my mind. Though I quickly shook that thought away. Perhaps when I defeat him, I should make him MY concubine? I thought with a laugh.

“You find our…battle amusing?” Nobunaga asked me, breathless as our blades broke apart once again.

“Just a thought.” I replied, a secretive grin on my face.

We continued our dance, neither of us gaining ground over the other. Soon a smoke screen was thrown just before nightfall, both of us having subordinates come to lead us away. It appeared our battle would last another day.

After meeting with my troops, I returned to my tent washing my face in a water basin and changing into night robes. I took my long hair down, letting it be loose and sighed as I settled in to do some late night strategizing.

It wasn’t long before there was a commotion outside, I grabbed my sword and rushed out into the night. “What is going on?”

“I have come to bring an end to our battle.”

I was surprised to hear the deep voice I had been engaged in battle with what only felt like moments before. I looked around and saw that Nobunaga was alone…and wasn;t wearing any armor. Though he surprisingly held something in his hands.

He wore a smug smile as he looked at me, one arm holding the box-like object and the other up almost as if in surrender. I held the tip of my sword beneath his chin. “How do you plan to do that unarmed?”

Nobunaga only smirked. “With this.” He declared holding up the object in his arm.

I gestured for one of my subordinates to take the object and check it over. “It’s…a goban.”

I couldn’t help myself but to laugh. “You wish to settle our battle with a game of Go?”

“Yes.” He answered. “Our forces are clearly evenly matched and even in single combat you and I are evenly matched. It seems a waste of resources to continue whittling each other down.”

I couldn’t help but to smile. “I hope you know, I am undefeated in Go.”

“As am I.” Nobunaga replied.

I withdrew my sword. “Fine, let us go then.” I said, as I sheathed my blade. I gestured for my men to make sure Nobunaga carried no concealed weapons before I took the Goban and turned. “This way,” I told him, heading towards my tent.

Nobunaga silently followed me. My closest soldiers started to follow as well. “No, you all stay out.” I ordered. “I don’t want my victory questioned.”

“Y-yes…my lord.”

Nobunaga chuckled. “You sound sure of yourself.”

“As you must be, to have come here to challenge me directly like this.” I replied as we entered my tent.

“Where shall we set up?” Nobunaga asked.

“Here.” I replied, gesturing to the center of my tent. He setup the goban as I pulled out a couple of cushions and we were soon sitting opposite each other, the goban between us.

“I look forward to finding out if you are as skilled at Go as you are on the field.” Nobunaga said, giving me a cocky grin.

“How else do you think I became so good at strategy?” I replied.

Long calloused fingers reached into the bowl and pulled out a smooth black stone. Carnelian eyes looked sharply at the board before thoughtfully placing the stone with a soft clack, beginning our game.

I took note of Nobunaga’s first move and thought for a moment as I picked up a smooth white stone before placing it on the board.

“That is an unconventional first move.” Nobunaga noted.

“I am an unconventional opponent.” I replied with a smile. “Or have you not learned that by now?”

Nobunaga smirked as he made his next move. “Oh, I have indeed noticed. Your battle strategies have kept me on my toes in a way I have not experienced in a long time.”

“Oh? Little old me places a challenge to the famed devil king? I am honored.”

“As you should be.” Nobunaga replied. “I do not give out praise so lightly.”

We continued our game, the stones clacking on the board and continued to speak. Conversation flowed easily between us as we continued the game, each of us working our strategies. Our game ran for hours and ended in a tie.

“It appears this won’t end as quickly as I thought.” Nobunaga said, an amused smile on his face.

“We’re going to have to play another round if we are gonna end this battle with this game.” I replied, already moving to clear the board.

“I can go all night if need be.” Nobunaga replied, a smirk on his lips.

It did not escape my notice the way his carnelian eyes sparkled with mischief as he said that very thinly veiled double entendre. I returned his smirk with one of my own. “I hope you can live up to that.”

We began our next time, each of us silent as we worked our strategies. We had another two games end in a tie. It was after the third game Nobunaga spoke.

“What is it about my rule you object to?” He asked me. “You haven't allied with any of my enemies…you haven’t seemed to form many alliances.”

“It is not that I really object to your rule in particular…I just object to a man telling me how to rule over my lands and my people…especially when my land is peaceful and prosperous.” I answered as I made my next move. “I’ve had offers of an alliance from several other clans… all coming with marriage proposals…and they all want to just add what I have to what they have and reduce me down to something that looks good on their arm.”

“I would never put you under foot like that.” Nobunaga replied. “A fireball like you, doesn’t belong as a jewel in someone else’s crown.”

“I know.” I replied, having a hard time keeping the surprise from my face.

“You know, we are both so well matched, that continuing any battle would be a waste of both our resources.” Nobunaga replied, leaning closer over the board.

“What are you proposing then?” I asked, unconsciously leaning closer myself.

“We join forces.” Nobunaga answered, his hand coming to cup my cheek. “We form an alliance and you rule at my side in your own right.”

“That…is a thought…” I replied, finding myself getting lost in those carnelian eyes. “That could be…I don’t know…you…might have to persuade me.”

Nobunaga smirked. “I can be…quite persuasive.” He replied before capturing my lips with his.

I found myself responding without even thinking. My lips moved with his and I found myself sliding into his lap, straddling him as his arms came around my waist, calloused hands sliding over my curves through the silk of my night robes.

We broke the kiss after a few moments, our eyes locked. “Are you feeling…persuaded?” He asked.

“I think…I’m getting there…we should definitely open…negotiations.” I answered breathless.

“I have all night.” Nobunaga replied before capturing my lips once again. The next thing I knew we were moving and Nobunaga was over me, his hand sliding inside my disheveled kimono, caressing my thigh.

“Well…I hope you can put your money where your mouth is.”

Nobunaga smirked as he untied my sash. He leaned down and began to kiss over my bare flesh. I let out a gasp when his lips closed around a nipple, his tongue swirling over the hardening peak. His hands continued to move over my body as his lips lavished my breasts in affection.

I found myself reaching to undo the ties of his clothes and sliding them off his shoulders, baring his body. He pulled back to look at me eyes burning with a passion. “You look stunning.” He told me as he leaned down to kiss down the front of my body.

I could feel my body tremble with each touch of his lips. The shockwaves of pleasure increased once he reached the apex of my thighs. His tongue slid past his lips and licked a strip up my slit before swirling around my sensitive bud.

“Haa…” I moaned as the shockwaves of pleasure came washed over me from Nobunaga’s skillful ministrations. My hips bucked of their own accord as my fingers wound their way into his hair.

I felt Nobunaga’s lips quirk up into a smirk against me as he continued to pleasure me. I was sent over the edge when I felt him slip two fingers inside me, curling them at just the right angle, causing a powerful orgasm to wash over me.

Nobunaga continued his ministrations to draw out my pleasure. Then he withdrew to look at me, a cocky grin on his face. “Have my lips persuaded you yet?” He asked.

I returned his smirk with one of my own. “They…make a powerful argument.” I answered. “But… I think the rest of you should get in on the persuading.”

Nobunaga chuckled as he came over me, positioning himself between my open legs. “I am prepared to spend all night negotiating this alliance.” He replied, slipping himself inside and filling me in a way I had never experienced before.

We kept our negotiations going all night, Nobunaga bringing me pleasure as I had never experienced before.

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not-krys · 5 months

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WIP Wednesday: Nobububu Version 2.0

A more edited version of this post, but still couldn't think of a way to end it, so back to the WIP pile it goes.

Raw writing, some editing but not much, pregnancy, Nobunaga being precious

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Seven and a half months and one day down, one and a half months and one night to go, you thought to yourself.

Too bad one of your sleeping companions wasn't in the mood for shut-eye, as proven by the brutal, merciless little kicks in your tummy. As if you needed anymore evidence you were indeed carrying Nobunaga's child.

With a tired sigh, you pushed off the warm blankets and greeted the cold night air with a grumble. It was only for another month and a half. Another month and a half and then you'd hold your little kicking alien in your arms, powerless against your lower ribs and organs as they so intently seemed to be fighting.

Before standing up, however, a hand shot out from beneath the covers, the grip like iron, keeping you seated on the futon. An incredulous carnelian eye peeked up from his black sleeve, his questions evident even with that single glance.

You sighed with a smile.

"Your child has inherited your bad sleeping habits."

The devil king, Nobunaga, sat up fully, opening up both his eyes. His initial frown, however, slipped into a small grin.

"Our child," he corrected, "they make bold claims against me, even before leaving the safety of the womb."

He stood up with a light grunt and pulled you to your feet. "Claiming the territory of your lap from under my nose, and now they seek to steal you away in my sleep?"

He was more amused than angry, however.

"As if this… this big belly has stopped you from enjoying your claims!" You playfully scoffed.

"Their contributions to my territories has proven to be a boon," He wrapped his arm around your back, his other hand grasping yours, keeping you steady and secure, "so I shall concede to a temporary truce of you, for the time being."

You leaned into him, drawing on his strength and warmth.

"Once around the tenshu should be enough."

Nobunaga minded his pace for you, making his steps small, like he was gliding slowly across the floor. It made you a little jealous, how he could move so easily while the best you could do was waddle like a duck around a rocky lake shore.

After the proposed single round, the little kicks had refused to calm. You sighed.

"I could carry you," Nobunaga proposed, keeping his arm around you.

"I need to be the one moving," you said, taking another step forward. "They calm down during the day when I'm moving. Probably something to do about the motion soothes them."

"I could rock you as I carry you." He offered.

"…I'm not a baby."

"You are carrying ours, however. It stands to reason that by rocking you, I am also rocking our child."

You looked at him, blinking and trying to process what he was saying.

Then, you had an idea.

"Actually, I think I want to try another thing."

Turning into him, you move his arms to surround your middle, while your hands found the back of his neck, his eyes lighting with curiosity. After a beat, you sway to one side, Nobunaga quick to catch you, only to be confused as you swayed in the opposite direction, again, moving to correct the both of you.

"What is this, Fireball?"

"Slow dancing."

"Slow dancing?"

"Mhmm." You laid your head against his chest. "My parents… they used to dance like this. Nothing fancy to it, just holding each other and swaying."

He seemed to get the idea after a moment, resting his cheek on top of your head. His fingers, callused and rough, traced your jawline.

"I find this kind of dancing pleasurable," He said with a smirk. "Show it to me again, when our child is born, when I can hold you closer."

"All right," you said.

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randonauticrap · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Hello darling Aqua! Thank you for this ask. <3 I love the idea of self love with fanfiction. It reminds the writer that what they enjoyed writing matters too, not just what got the most notes once it was posted!

Here's 5 of my favorites, in no particular order:

The Garden Tryst (Jin Grandet x Reader)

A Simpleton's Love (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

Chilly Morning Ardor (Jin Grandet x Reader)

Flowers For Your Love (Nobunaga Oda x Reader)

The Perfect Gift (Jin Grandet x Reader)

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xxsycamore · 2 years

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—𝘝𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘊𝘌

oda nobunaga x fem oc (Asura)

rating: G

tags: Strong Female Character; Light Angst; Feelings Realization; Love Confessions; First Kiss; War Allies to Lovers

wordcount: 1,974

written for Ikemen Sengoku Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @saeyoungs-sunflower

a/n: My giftee was the wonderful @randonauticrap! Madame L, I was so pleasantly surprised to see that you're my giftee!! Your OC Asura is a great character and I absolutely LOVED writing her in this story! I hope you enjoy! <3

By the time war council is over, Azuchi is wrapped into shades of early night.

Nobunaga takes step after step in the direction of his private chambers, unhurried, devoid of any evident disturbance in his mood whatsoever. A walk of a warlord exiting war council, nothing more and nothing less - steps falling with a weight equal to the one of his word.

The reason must be laying somewhere in that same fearsome demeanor of his as to why the scene is such a tense one, servants' breaths all held in at the sight.

Typically, noone dares to dart after Nobunaga, for whatever reason they might have - more so, to shout at his back.

"I demand an explanation!"

The man doesn't as much as stir at those words - probably having seen it coming already. The only gesture that breaks his steady walk towards the entrance of his chambers is the raising of a hand signaling stop - not to the woman behind him, but rather, to the guard that was about to interfere and hold her back. He wordlessly lets them all know that the woman is allowed to cross the threshold and follow him inside.

And in the next second, they're alone on the other side of the sliding doors.

The candles dye the room in warmness, but Nobunaga finds it early to use artificial lighting as the sky outside is far from pitch black. He blows out the majority of them, continuing to ignore Asura's demands of holding a conversation.

Her temper is fierce as ever, and Nobunaga expects her to go to great lengths to receive her answers. He has always admired the fire inside her - so much, that he almost wants to play with it.

Unable to keep her anger at bay, Asura grabs him by the sleeve - untrusting the power of that move to make him turn around and face her - but he does so, on his own at that.

Nobunaga looks into her eyes with stern glare. Her eyes are stabbing his alike daggers, eyebrows are knit in a frown. She is still holding his sleeve.

"Tell me why! Where did I go wrong? I understand nothing of this. You praise me, you demand that everyone knows the achievements of my men, you call my swordsmanship unmatched - and in the end, what? You throw me away just like that? When we're just a step away from defeating-"

"Asura."

Nobunaga's carnelian eyes catch the sparse candlelight and reflect the flame as his pupils twitch to animate it. It's a hard to figure out gaze, yet Asura stays unwavering on her two feet in front of him.

He lifts his hand slowly, letting her follow its path as he brings it close to her face - then missing it, barely grazing her cheek as he touches her hair instead. They've been at battle for too long, he got used to seeing her long red hair neatly braided and tucked away. He's almost sick of it.

Bringing out the braid to rest over her shoulder and in front of his eyes, Nobunaga carefully monitors her reaction under the mask of utter calmness. He brings his other hand and slowly works the braid undone.

"You should let your hair down every once in awhile, Asura. It's been days."

As if she can afford to think of something like that, he is well-aware, alike to what her gaze is reading. Using his peripheral vision, Nobunaga can see her hands balled into fists, even if they're not twitching with anger anymore. He is far from the thought that he should fear getting a fist in his gut for what he is doing. After all, it's hardly the first time he's touching her hair.

The off-topic advice he threw at her only makes the bitterness in her mouth spike, urging her to spit another repeated question at him, in a quieter voice this time, shorter.

"Why?"

Nobunaga knows she is right to be confused with his decision. His gaze is falling way too close to her face not to take in her expression, drenched in emotion with nothing left hidden underneath. He smirks, much preferring her sarcastic grin to this. When she would bite back at his remarks, Nobunaga entertains the thought that he stares into a mirror. Yet this is where they prove to be their separate person, two stone-set viewpoints that never cross.

She believes to be lacking somewhere. Well, it's not like he didn't expect the thought to cross her mind, of course she would be quick to see the fault in herself prior to anything else.

Nobunaga sighs, suddenly unable to keep with the distracting task of unbraid her hair in the meanwhile. Being direct has always been his way, he is not going to cheat on it now.

"Asura, calm down. It's not because you're not handling orders well. That's the last reason I'd remove you from the frontlines."

Such riddle of an answer only makes her angrier. She grits her teeth, her fisted hand moving before she can think, and she punches Nobunaga's shoulder. Lightly.

He is not impressed, the impact sending him half a step back at most.

"Then why?!"

He lets her punch him again. The strength of her hands weakens with each blow, still delivered with unmistaken fierceness, yet the same hands that are meant to protect this man from all harm. She swore on it. Thus, they naturally cannot harm him.

On the next one, Nobunaga enclosures his arms around her in a hug.

She is taken aback by such deed. The question marks in her head only multiple since the second she set a foot inside this room, but now the confusion is drowning her rational mind whole.

"Asura."

This time, she lets him speak undisrupted, no matter how long it would take. The warmth that spreads from his body is so rare. It must be contagious, too, because her cheeks are burning in an instant.

"It's not because you're lacking skill." he repeats, feeling the need to continue before she can throw another tantrum, so he swallows thickly in a hurry, "It's because I can't afford to lose you."

For a second, the world comes to a complete stop - there is no anger-driven rush of blood, there is no risen temperature across her face to be felt - only white noise that looks for the echo of Nobunaga's words, for confirmation. He picks another set of words to make his mind known better.

"I can't let you be killed. You're too precious to me, Asura. Do you understand?"

She is unable to understand. Precious, as what? As a devoted warrior? What more important wars there might be that he wants her in one piece for?

And how is she to remain by his side if not following him in battle?

Asura's blood runs hot again, the brief calmness disappearing in the favor of a greater storm. This time it's Nobunaga's laugher that drives her mad.

"Judging from your reaction, I'll need to be even more direct with you. It's strange, considering how well you seem to comprehend my orders normally. Maybe I should just give you one, if you're so used to that."

Putting some distance between the two of them, Nobunaga looks right at Asura again. As much as he is serious about his next words, he can't stop the smirk from spreading on his face, nodding his head.

"Be by my side, Asura. As my woman."

The stillness of the world returns to weight down on her at once - it's a lump in her thought that doesn't allow even for the smallest noises of confusion to escape - yet it doesn't hurt. It rather gives way for a whole new set of emotions to wash over her at once, butterflies in her belly being set aflutter for reasons that are beyond her.

"Are you saying that-"

"That I love you? That I want to make you mine? It took you awhile to figure out, Asura."

Oh, she will remember that face - the face of Oda Nobunaga saying that to her, and not just because of how shocking his words are. It’s also for the fact that such rare expression rarely occupies his features, the well-known confidence paired with those iron firm words, yet, the faint traces of pink on his cheeks revealing his embarrassment.

"What are you looking so relieved for, Asura? Could it be that you love me back?"

It would appear that even in the face of an unfamiliar emotion, Nobunaga knows how to be cocky. Yet there is a unsureness in his tone, as if he is placing a risky bet on his guess being true.

But is it really true? The fast fashion in which everything progressed is making Asura's head spin, having just received Oda Nobunaga's love confession. In his typical, demanding way. She is not sure if her face depicts her whirlwind of emotions correctly, but she feels like smiling right now. Of course his confession would be like that, it's so much like him.

"I love you too, Nobunaga."

Ah, she might try to have at least a quarter of his confidence, but in the end, saying those words deal significant damage to her composure. For one, she's never felt her cheeks that hot before.

Harboring such intense and foreign feelings inside her has always driven her to be insecure. Needless to say, expressing them is not her forte. Her love for Nobunaga has been for the longest time unrealized, then later on deeply suppressed. Absurdish, if she had to put a label on it. Unrequited, in case it ever sees the light of day.

Yet he confessed first, always a step ahead of her. She still struggles to accept that her ears didn't lie to her, but there is no other explanation for the gaze he grants her with, now too. Aside from being visibly conflicted by his own embarrassment, Nobunaga strangely appears to be amused, too.

"Of course you strike right back, Fireball. And to think you were so fast to accept that you're lacking in battle in any way…"

He shortens the distance between them, grasping her chin. It all indicates his intentions so clearly - she can escape so easily if so she wishes, he makes sure of that. But she remains on her place - a mess, but one that looks forward to what is coming next.

Nobunaga claims her lips in a kiss. His arm supports her waist, encircling it, just in case her legs start to feel weak. Aside from facing the intense emotions, she must be tired, too.

It could be that he turned out to be right that brought the two of them to the floor. Lips never withdrawing from lips, their first kiss gives way to their second one, their third, and the ones that come after it - starting abruptly, ending for the sake of taking in a breather, and repeating the cycle. Asura gets the hang of it fairly fast - seeing that, unlike words, the usage of her tongue could prove to express how she really feels. There is still so much embarrassment at the back of her head, yet her heart leaps so warmly at this newfound assurance. Nobunaga loves her. She loves Nobunaga. There is no other word for it, not the ones she tried to explain it to herself with - none of the strictly formal loyalty and devotion one might feel for their lord. It's as simple as it comes, love.

By the time their tireless lips withdraw to give their beating hearts a moment of rest, the moon outside had risen on the now pitch-black sky. Its light easily suppressing the sparse one of the candles, it wraps their backs protectively in its silver brilliancy - as if sealing their promise to stay safe for each other.

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ikesenfantasy · 1 year

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Ikemen Sengoku: What-If Collection Event - Warlord Pets

(Don't mind the photo) I wrote this fanfiction for fun where the warlords turn into their animal mascots. Since there wasn’t much spotlight for their beloved pets I thought I would write about them in a What-If Collection Event for April Fool’s Day on April 1st. Since the increase of the IkeSen roster I decided to take the time to add the additional six characters. So a total of all seventeen men in the IkeSen roster.

THE HERD PART 1

It was a pleasant evening like any other evening. Tomorrow everyone from the Usugi-Takeda forces along with Kennyo, Motonari & Kicho were going to visit Azuchi. Sasuke already visited me two days ago since Kenshin wanted to visit me. I thought we would all try something that will get everyone working together…or at least trying to. I already had some ideas but Sasuke hasn’t visited me to discuss it over with him. Maybe we’ll talk tomorrow.

“Ah the moon is so beautiful this evening; it would be nice to watch it with everyone. Time for bed.”

By the next morning I was the first in the war council room. Usually everyone would be here or I would be informed to show up but no one was here until the sliding door opened. I sat up straight but instead I got pounced.

“Oof! What in the world?”

It was then I felt something wet on my face. When I lifted up whatever was on top of me and tried to see who or what it was.

A TIGER?! SHOGETSU?!

“You were supposed to be at the manor with Masamune, what in the world are you doing here!? I better return you back to the manor as soon as possible or else Hideyoshi is going to blow a blood vessel.”

But the tiger was not the only animal that was in war council a whole colossal of animals flooded into the room. I didn’t even realize there was a monkey trying to attack the tiger that I was holding.

OH NO! Please no fighting!

I decided to stand up and try to reach for the monkey that was clinging to the back side of my kimono. But then I felt a nudge almost making me fall over. The perpetrator was a deer.

“OH GREAT! NOW IEYASU’S DEER WASABI!”

Circling around my ankle was a cat meowing and purring as if the fiasco I was in the middle of didn’t exist.

What is with all these animals? Something really isn’t right. The monkey on my back let out a yelp as it let go of my back who was trying to reach for the tiger. Now the monkey was flicking his tail that was sadly bitten by a fox. When the fox let go the monkey started chasing the fox. I better stop them.

I was so distracted by the chase I tripped over the cat and planted face first on the floor. A heard a soft snort and a boop from my cheek from a pig snout. What a mess. All of the Azuchi warlord pets are running amuck. I wonder why. I then heard the pig squeal as he ran off into a different direction being chased by something.

When I realized what happened I noticed a wolf chasing the poor piggy. On the wolf’s back was a squirrel. And behind them was a bear with a bunny and a hamster on its back chasing the other animals across the room.

Just when the wolf and bear were chasing after the pig and cat they nearly knocked over a jar. The peacock that flashed its feathers blocked their direction to the beautiful jar as if protecting something precious spooking any nearby it away.

I decided to try and chase after the animals stopping them from chasing each other around the room but it only made matters worse as the wolf started to fly into the air by a wallaby. A parrot flying overhead was shaking his head as the wolf collapsed on the ground after being air born by the wallaby’s kick.

The war council was in such disarray as animals were fighting among each other until I heard a loud scream that stopped the infighting and set all the animals on alert. They looked up and saw a hawk that was swarming around a lot more higher then the parrot. The hawk seated itself where Nobunaga would sit. Soon the animals that were most likely warlords from Azuchi began to position themselves in their spots. Now if I didn’t know better these were the warlords. How would they know to position themselves like their owners would sit. The parrot then landed just inches away from the hawk.

“Finally…now that they have settled down we can finally get down to business.” The parrot spoke.

I looked at the parrot who spoke and truly it sounded like Kicho and not Fuka. It was unbelievable. There was no way.

“N-no way…Kicho? Is that you?” I can’t believe I’m speaking to Kicho the parrot. Interesting ring to it if I do say so myself.

“Yes. It seems I’m the only one who can talk. Unlike the others. I don’t know what or how this happened. From the looks of it we all woke up this way.”

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Spellbound

For: @kippin-art as part of the @flash-exchange

Character(s): Mitsunari, Ieyasu, Masamune, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, Keiji, and Hideyoshi (sort of)

Prompt(s): Magical Apprenticeship AU, Aggressive Sentient Cookie Man, Teleporting at 2 a.m., and Chinese Zodiac... I kind of went a little wild on the prompts

Word count: 700

Title: Spellbound

Before ‘The Incident,’ weekly meetings of the Azuchi Wizard’s Guild followed a set agenda: social hour, the prior week’s minutes, current projects, and apprentice status reports. In the past, these meetings were smoothly moderated by Hideyoshi, but that was before… The Incident.

After that, meetings were concerned with one topic: “How Do You Solve a Problem Like Mitsunari?” One could put that to music (in fact, Keiji had done so).

“It’s your turn, Lad.” Masamune addressed Ieyasu and received a green-eyed death glare in response. “We’ve all done it. And survived.” He glanced toward Hideyoshi’s chair. “More or less.”

“Survived? A reminder: Aggressive Sentient Cookie Man.” At Ieyasu’s words, Masamune winced.

“You must admit that an army of those gingerbread soldiers would be terrifying.” Mitsuhide lounged in a club chair, petting his fox familiar. “His ideas are genius - their execution needs refining.”

In response, Ieyasu flicked his fingers, activating a memory in the scrying mirror:

“Wizard Mitsuhide, sir, I have perfected a teleportation spell!” Mitsunari holds out a paper.

“That would indeed be useful.” Mitsuhide scans the spell… then disappears… reappearing in a strange woman’s bedroom. “Well, this is most definitely not where I wanted to teleport. Sorry for appearing in your bed at two a.m.”

Supreme Wizard Nobunaga banged the gavel for attention. “A silent teleportation spell is quite useful. Mitsunari is too brilliant to be expelled.”

“Even after… that?” Ieyasu gestured to Hideyoshi’s chair, currently occupied by a monkey.

The monkey-formerly-known-as-Hideyoshi blew a raspberry.

“Bad timing that Mitsunari sneezed while creating a magic calendar. It might wear off… eventually?” Masamune shrugged. No one knew whether Hideyoshi would return to human form when the Year of the Monkey ended… or become a rooster.

“Everyone agrees, Ieyasu. It’s your turn.” Nobunaga snapped his fingers and Mitsunari’s apprenticeship contract appeared in Ieyasu’s hand.

Ieyasu glared at ‘everyone’ with an expression that clearly said, ‘I hate you all,’ then stalked out.

Outside the door, Mitsunari awaited his fate. Ieyasu sighed. “Don’t stand there. Come on.” Without waiting for a response, he continued walking.

Mitsunari hurried after. “Are you my new master? Thank you very much, Wizard, sir. I look forward to working with you.”

One week later…

“Well, Lad, how is Mitsunari’s apprenticeship going? You’ve been quiet tonight.” Small talk – but true. Ieyasu hadn’t even complained about anything.

Wordlessly, Ieyasu activated the scrying mirror…

Ieyasu plunks a tray of bottles on a lab table. “A refill request from the Government, for Diplomacy Potion. Follow the recipe exactly. Even you cannot screw it up.”

“Thank you very much, sir. I am honored by your faith in me.” Mitsunari bows.

The memory fast forwards to:

“Finished, sir.” Mitsunari brings the filled bottles to Ieyasu.

Ieyasu squints at them. “It looks cloudy.”

“I modified it.”

“How?” Ieyasu uncorks a bottle, releasing a pink cloud. “What did you do?” He takes a step back. The cloud follows. Another step. The cloud follows. Soon Ieyasu is scuttling around the room with the cloud bobbing after him like a cotton candy balloon.

“Some people hate the taste, so I aerosolized it.”

“Make it stop! Help me!”

Mitsunari tries to catch the spellcloud and in the process trips Ieyasu. While they are both tangled in Mitsunari’s robes, the spellcloud zooms up Ieyasu’s nose...

The mirror fades out.

“This would be an easy way to administer poison.” Mitsuhide was already planning the implementation of spellclouds.

“An extremely useful weapon.” Nobunaga nodded. “I’m pleased. Bring him in.”

Ieyasu opened the doors, motioning Mitsunari inside. “Don’t panic, friend. They love your modification. My fellow wizards, announcing the genius apprentice Mitsunari.” Then Ieyasu smiled.

All attention in the room snapped to Ieyasu. That smile was… creepy.

“Lad, how else did you modify the Diplomacy Spell?” Masamune nervously looked from Ieyasu to Mitsunari.

“The effects are strengthened by the delivery method.” Mitsunari played with his glasses.

“Dear me.” Mitsuhide smirked. “So Ieyasu is forced to be pleasant and diplomatic?”

Ieyasu smiled. Then he slapped his hand over his mouth and nodded.

“I brought the bottles with me,” Mitsunari held up a clinking sack. “If anyone wants to try… ah-ah-ACHOO!”

Crash

A cloud of pink smoke rose from the bag.

Meeting adjourned.

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janumun · 2 years

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Lucky Charm (IkeSen Nobunaga - NSFW)

Pairing: Nobunaga/Female Reader Rated: NSFW/18+

Tags: pining, friends with benefits (Sengoku edition), angst, smut, pre-route Nobuuu struggling unsuccessfully to attain understanding of “feelings”

Summary: A mutually beneficial agreement; he had her assent and thought his lay, there-in too. So why is it her sorrow makes him ache in places long gone, now?

Author’s Notes: 😂💔💔 In the mood to hurt ourselves, I see. Most of my smut/angst spiel is often long and overwrought [eyes Afbranden] so I had to sit with this request for a bit, for a more drabble friendly idea instead of another multi-chapter monstrosity. I’m not sure if what I wrote out in the end, satisfies me (and my extreme want for hurting characters) but I hope this does well for you, @themysticalbeing!

(Requests for this event are now closed, dear readers. Thank you to all those who participated.)

What a strange, fascinating woman.

“Warm my bed, fireball. You need only find pleasure in our union and discard all needless thought.”

And she does; when Nobunaga scrapes and scoops out all coherent thought from her mind. When his groans flood warmth onto her skin and in between her legs, where she floods him with the warmth she has to offer.

“I do not require your heart. It is your body that interests me and in return, I shall give you what you truly seek of me. Speak, does my proposition displease you?”

She does find his proposal adequate enough, for the state of her heart does not permit love for him. Leaves her desiring only one other man’s thoughts.

“Hideyoshi.” She pleads. “Hideyoshi.”

It was he who allowed her the use of his body, in exchange for their mutual pleasure and Nobunaga does not seek to renege on their agreement. Her sounds and calls, however, have been for his vassal alone, since the very first time he took her to his bed.

Her smiles are bright farces, he’s come to discover over the time he’s spend surveying this one strange woman. Her habits and white lies. Far fragile and surface, for when she is with Hideyoshi; when his cruel kindness sets bitter fractures spiraling across her quivering smiles. When his foolish monkey lavishes her with utmost attention and affection, familial in his care, Nobunaga sees each little crack and deformed crevice as it seeps into her exterior.

So very dissonant in how he witnesses those tears, her contorted pain and pleasure, within his bed. Her hurting warmth she wets his sheets with each night and Nobunaga finds he stirs toward this curious, lonely woman. An ache of his own, she slips deep beneath his chest, just as quiet as the affections she affords his foolish, foolish monkey, one who assumes blindness to that bared heart of hers. Honest as the arms she curves around his neck and seeks his body in between the spread of her legs.

And when she writhes toward him; her breasts pressing against and reaching to twist the thrum in his chest into something very like physical pain, more so than a bodily wound he’d ever suffered. The slick slide of him inside her, as if hoping to entrench him within and she does, far stealth-footed, than any adversary he’s faced in battle.

“Gods, Nobunaga,” her gasp ensnares him, tightens itself a vice at the base of his erection, he grunts at the pleasure it fogs his mind with. Sweeps to bury his arousal against her mouth in a wet, violent kiss as he pulls out of her convulsing warmth with a strength he does not feel he possesses. Painting her belly white, with the seed he doesn’t leave within it. The thought twinges beneath his ribs, leaving little space to breathe, despite his vehement sexual release.

Perhaps it’s the vigour she drains from his heavy limbs; exhaustion and sleep that shepherd him down next to her. A feat that is uniquely hers; this strange, fascinating woman.

“You’re frowning, Nobunaga,” she speaks with a frown of her own, worry in the lines of her face, for a man who uses and lets her use. Unusual, precious, fascinating woman. His luckiest conquest and his greatest defeat.

“Not a matter of consequence to you, do not fret.” He firmly speaks. Unaware of how tender the fingers he cards through her hair are. And deliberates... perhaps how this is the first time he is unsure of the distinction of lies and truth in his words spoken to her.

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spoopy-fish-writes · 3 years

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—Those are old traditions

Suitor(s): All of the Azuchi gang (platonic)

TW: Mentions of drowning, mentions of fighting, mentions of manipulation (MC is a siren)

Genre: General??? It doesn't really have a genre??? Maybe crack-ish???

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Siren! MC || I've had the first two paragraphs of this in my drafts for a long ass time

Just how did it get to this moment..?

Hideyoshi was yelling, Mitsuhide was smirking as usual joined by Masamune who seemed to be enjoying the chaos and Mitsunari looked rightfully confused while Ieyasu seemed to be on the verge of killing everyone in the room and then himself. Keiji was a little ways off to the side, standing by Masamune and seemed both confused and somewhat entertained.

After all, he'd only just met you a few days ago and suddenly Hideyoshi was ranting about you like the world was coming to an end. Not the kind of thing you expect after just meeting someone. And Nobunaga- well, he seemed to be more amused than anything. Maybe he just liked seeing you suffer like this.

You shot a glare at Mitsuhide who shrugged in response, not an ounce of remorse in his expression, seemingly completely innocent but you knew better. Of course...

It hadn't been intentional, of course it hadn't, but the snake had a really bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or perhaps he put himself in the wrong places at the wrong times. Knowing him, the latter was the more likely of the two.

All you had wanted to do protect a few people. A bit of manipulation here and there, maybe a song or two to draw people towards you to keep them away from innocents, so why were you suddenly getting punished? It was a good deed was it not? A lot better than just leaving those people in the hands of armed enemy soldiers.

Maybe next time you would get them to change their direction. Instead of just drawing them away, you would get them to go after Mitsuhide. That should teach him not to mess with you again. You couldn't even try and excuse him by saying that he didn't know what would happen the second that Hideyoshi caught wind of what you'd done.

You sighed, grumbling to yourself as you tried to block out Hideyoshi's flow of accusations. Note to self: don't let Mitsuhide get bored.

If you hadn't been here for just over a week, perhaps the outcome could have been different. For one, you would know how to get the pesky kitsune to keep his mouth shut.

Here you were, the newest addition to Azuchi and clearly the least trusted, being chewed out by Hideyoshi for trying to save a few people. Wonderful.

You were all too willing to just let Hideyoshi keep ranting until he and his flame of passion in keeping Nobunaga safe and whatnot fizzled out but he really didn't seem to be at a halting point any time soon. So you decided to take it upon yourself to get him to finally shut up.

"Hey!" Your voice rang out in the war council room and everyone turned to face you, even Hideyoshi stopped talking for a moment. Maybe you did have a chance to explain yourself. "Can I talk now?"

"Absolutely not! who knows what kind of magic you'll use!"

Maybe not... The annoyance and confusion on your face was almost comical. No wonder your ancestors wanted to drown these people. They're all idiots!

Nobunaga cut him off, "Hideyoshi, let them speak."

Before you could utter an exasperated 'thank you', Hideyoshi's voice interrupted you again.

"But- My lord-!"

"Shut up!" Your order made everyone freeze though that could be attributed that there may have been a little bit of siren privileges used. Magic is so convenient sometimes.

You took in a deep breath. Who knew of you had the self control to stop yourself from drowning them regardless. "Okay. In short, I'm a siren. Yes, the things that lured sailors to their death but that's an old tradition! We haven't done that in over 200 years so stop worrying so much." Well, technically they were still doing it considering the time period but they didn't need to know that.

You turned your gaze to Hideyoshi who seemed to be only like three quarters there. "But, so help me, if you don't shut up about it, I am more than willing to go back to the old ways."

With that, you stood up, leaving everyone to stare, only partially there, as you walked out.

It was maybe 2 hours later that you realised that a) maybe you want a bit too far and b) you were going to have to bring them back to fully consciousness before one of the poor souls tried to spar with someone and end up without an eye. Or no eyes in Masamune's case.

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ikeromantic · 11 months

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Nobunaga heat 😚

Oh Nobunaga! My favorite tyrant of the heart ^_^ Approx. 900 words of our carnelian-eyed menace and heat.

Nobunaga could not sleep. The air in the tenshu was thick and hot and still. The night sky above, clouded and heavy, as if conspiring to keep the darkness as sweltering as the day. He shifted disconsolately on his futon, until he finally gave up on the notion and went to stand on his balcony.

There wasn’t enough breeze to even stir his hair, but just being out here made him feel a little better. His thoughts spun through the events of the day, the concerns of his growing empire, and finally, with some anticipation, landed on the chatelaine. She’d been avoiding him of late. He knew it. Afraid of what another game of go might cause her to yield.

He smiled, thinking of her saucy responses to him. When she forgot to be nervous, she was deeply amusing. And more. There was something about his lucky charm that made him feel peaceful. That was what he wanted right now.

Nobunaga sent a servant scurrying to fetch her.

She came up the stairs with a reluctant gait. He could almost hear the resistance to his summons in every step. And the first words out of her mouth as she entered his room were defiant. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“No. Do you?” He glanced at her over his shoulder. She stood in the dimlit room, as distant as she could get from his balcony perch.

“Well . . . not exactly, no. But it’s really late. Or early. Anyway, that’s not the point! I was sleeping and you sent someone to wake me up! They had me dress in a hurry and run up here and - and there’s not even an emergency.” She ran her fingers through her hair, suddenly all nerves again, the anger bleeding out of her.

Nobunaga felt an uncharacteristic guilt over waking her like that. She must have been worried to get such a vague, urgent message. But he shunted that emotion away and gave no sign of it in his expression. “Come here.”

She took a few steps in his direction, then paused. “You aren’t planning to play go, are you? Because I’m way too tired for that.”

“No. No games tonight.” He looked back out over the town, listening to her slow steps.

The chatelaine stopped at the railing, more than an armslength away. “Well, good.” Then her head snapped up at some sudden thought. “I hope you aren’t under the impression I’m going to warm your bed either. I thought we were clear on that.”

“Warm my bed?” Nobunaga chuckled. “On a night like this, I think it is quite hot enough.”

“Then . . . what do you want?”

Just you, he thought, his carnelian eyes turning toward her. He took in her lovely profile, the wisps of loose hair that clung to her neck and stuck to her cheek. “Sit.”

Her jaw clenched. “I am not some pet you can order around, mister warlord.”

He grinned. Ah that fire of hers. “Fireball, sit. Please.”

She seemed to debate whether or not the courtesy was enough. Apparently the yes vote won out as she sat down and leaned her back against the railing. “There’s a little bit of a breeze up here at least. I think it’s cooler than my room.”

“Is it?” He turned toward her. She was wearing a hastily tied kimono, thin enough that it was almost opaque had there been any light to shine through it. Her bare legs stuck out the bottom, showing his conquered territory up to her silken thigh. But he didn’t feel lust for her tonight - or not much - just a satisfaction that she was here.

The chatelaine nodded.

Nobunaga lowered himself to the floor near her.

“Umm. What are you doing?” She eyed him the way she might a strange dog, one that was equally likely to bite as to wag his tail.

He grinned. “Just be still. I am not conquering new territory tonight. And then he laid down, settling his head on those lovely thighs. “You will be my pillow.”

The chatelaine shifted a bit under him, clearly uncomfortable with the idea. “I don’t think I like this. Wouldn’t you rather have a real pillow? I can get one for you.”

“No. Now be quiet.” He shut his eyes and let himself relax into her presence. Her soft skin, the slight sweet floral scent of her perfume, and the sound of her breath and heart beat eased his tension. “Talk to me,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Tell me about your work. Your day. Anything you like.” He kept his eyes closed, cheek pressed to her leg. It was comfortable there, despite the heat. Perhaps it was just the softness of her. The gentleness that she carried with her everywhere she went.

The chatelaine sighed and after a moment, began to talk. She told him about her day. The work she did, the things she saw, people she met. There was so much joy in it. He fell still, his restlessness retreating. And with his stillness, she too let go of her worry.

Nobunaga felt himself drifting into an empty, peaceful darkness. A place where his ambitions did not reach. A place where his burdens did not exist.

As he let himself sink into that space, he felt her cool fingers brush his hair back from his face. “You know, like this you’re much cuter,” the chatelaine said softly. There was warm affection in her voice and in her touch. His last thought before the darkness took him was of her. How precious she’d become to him. Love, his dream-self whispered, though waking he would have denied it.

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chaotic-emo-child · 3 years

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New Friends: Nobunaga

//I finally got my butt in gear and wrote the next part to this meet n' greet for our newest cast member, Viola!

Viola comes face to face with Nobunaga and learns what her fate will be during this chaotic time in history.

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Viola clutched her hands, nails digging crescent moons into pale skin as she stood ramrod straight, facing the dark and imposing man on the dais. His keen eyes never left her, studying her, seeing through her, appraising her as if to weigh her worth while Hideyoshi explained the situation. This was Oda Nobunaga.

Mai had mentioned how they were stuck in the Warring States Period; that hadn’t hit home until just this moment--faced with two of the great Unifiers of Japan. She had figured out that the man she had so rudely bumped into was Toyotimo Hideyoshi, and now she was wishing that the earth would swallow her up. She didn’t know how her companion could stand there nonchalant before these esteemed men. In fact, Mai seemed to be going toe-to-toe with Hideyoshi like a younger sister with an older brother.

It was difficult to keep up with everything that they were debating. Top of her Japanese language class meant nothing when tossed into the real thing with no guide to help. Well, Mai kind of counted, when she wasn’t in a heated argument, talking five million miles an hour. Viola would’ve sighed except she was too terrified that she’d offend someone and end up locked in the dungeon.

Something must’ve been said that drew Nobunaga’s attention as interest flashed in his sharp eyes before he gracefully rose to his feet. Viola forced herself to remain still, fighting the urge to fiddle with the ends of her hair as she was wont to do when nervous, watching wide-eyed as his imposing form loomed over her.

I’m dead. This is how I die, she thought, every nerve on end as calloused fingers grasped delicate chin, forcing her eyes to meet his own. Mother, Father, I love you. Don’t let Ed and Ted near Mr. Darcy or Captain Wentworth, you know they’ll hold beta fight nights if they do. Tell Melanie I’m sorry for taking her favorite cream cardigan on my trip. It was just so comfortable and matched perfectly with my floral dress. Michael, looks like you’ll have to finish the truck without me. Goodbye cruel world!

“You speak the language across the sea?” a deep voice cut through her jumbled thoughts. Language? Across the sea? Viola blinked, processing his question.

“I-I speak English. The language of my home.”

She desperately hoped this was the correct answer. Mai’s relaxed nature was a small encouragement that things weren’t all that bad and maybe the dungeon wasn’t going to be an option.

Nobunaga seemed satisfied with her response, eyes glittered with open interest as a wide smile creeped over his previous stern frown. Releasing her chin, he returned to his seat on the dais. There was something almost gleefully boyish about the way he looked at her now, as if he had just gotten his favorite toy for Christmas. This worried her for some reason.

Turning his attention to the rest of the room, he declared, “This woman will be my teacher and instruct and teach me her native tongue.”

“WHAT?!”

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen fanfiction #ikemen sengoku fanfiction #nobunaga oda #ikemen nobunaga #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #original character #bilingual character #fanfiction #ikesen fanfic #ikesen nobunaga #my ocs #poor viola #she can't catch a break

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writingwhimsey · 3 months

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300 Follower Celebration Masterlist

300 follower celebration concluded! Here are all the fics for the event! I hope you all enjoy! I had so much fin writing all of these!

Married for the Night- ikesen Kanetsugu, fake marriage trope, fluff.

The Pirate and The Princess- ikesen Motonari, arranged marriage trop, fluff

I'm You...You're Me? HELP?!- ikepri Clavis, body swap trope, crack and fluff

The Night That Changed Everything- ikesen Shingen, one bed trope, smut fic, 18+ NSFW

Safe and Sound - ikesen Ieyasu, one bed trope, fluff

A Wish Gone Awry - ikesen Hideyoshi & Mitsuhide, body swap trope, crack fic

Ridiculous Man - ikepri Clavis, blind date trope, fluff fic

A Business Trip turns Personal - ikesen Mitsuhide, one bed trop, smut fic 18+ NWFW

A Blind Date Literally - ikepri Clavis, blind date trope, crack fic

Lazy Day - ikesen Kenshin, rainy day cuddles, fluff

Tough Negotiations - ikesen Nobunaga, enemies to lovers trope, smut NSFW 18+

Luckiest Dumbass In the World - iksen Yukimura, arranged marriage trope, fluff

Through the Storm - ikesen Kenshin, one bed, fluff

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74. Are You Challenging Me? (Houki, Abby, Miri)

This one was a fun prompt as it let me explore more platonic relationships between my girls and the suitors (save for Miri but we'll get to her)

Regular warnings apply: incomplete raw writing, might ramble in some places. Spoilers for Lessons 11/12 from Nightbringer as well.

Some Notes: I only briefly glanced at how Go is supposed to be played so I'm fairly certain how Houki and Nobu are playing it isn't how it's supposed to be played, but just roll with it; Arthur just inserts himself between Abby and Isaac playing a card game so there's that, and Miri's entry also involves choking.

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Houki

Nobunaga laughed.

"So, are you challenging me, Fireball?"

Houki pouted, staring directly into Nobunaga's carnelian eyes.

"You stole territory from me, my lord," she said, looking at the board again, "I won't let such a travesty stand for long."

Nobunaga smirked.

"I look forward to your counter-attack. What you look like riled up."

Houki concentrated, looking for any openings she could, what strategy would be best to take him down, quickly preferably. The longer Nobunaga had to think, the more he could render her defenseless and defeat her in this battle of wits. She looked left and right, scanning what strategy would be best deployed where.

Finally, to finish the game quickly, she pulled a risky move leaving her defenseless on her right, but it gave heavy damage to her opponent. Nobunaga's eyes glimmered as she picked up his stones.

"I see you've learned well." Nobunaga picked up a singular black stone, spinning it between his fingers. "However, you still have much to learn."

He set his stone down in her defenseless place, dealing just as much damage to her as she had given him, the number of white pieces he picked up and set in his bowl like a knife stabbing her the same number of stones. She frantically searched the board, trying to find any openings she could, something she could use to win over him.

She sighed when she couldn't find anything and handed over a white stone to Nobunaga, who chuckled.

"Giving up already?"

Houki nodded, defeated. Nobunaga then set a black stone in her hand as well.

"You fought well, regardless of the results, Fireball. Hold your head high."

"T-thank you, my lord." She looked at the board again, counting the number of empty on her side. "Thirteen."

"Twenty-six."

Houki flinched at the number. Even with her handicap, Nobunaga still won by a large margin. She sighed.

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Abby

"Oh, is that a challenge I hear?" Arthur said, leaning his elbow on the table, his hand cradling his chin. He was far too much in Abby's personal space for her comfort, make the girl lean back and bite her lip.

"C'mon, love." Arthur leaned in further, "a simple card game? Surely you can give me the thorough thrashing I deserve."

"B-but, I just wanted to play with-"

"Leave her alone, you brute." Isaac grumbled, pulling him away by his coattails. "Abby and I were going to play a game just between the two of us. You don't need to be butting your nose in where it doesn't belong."

"Aw, c'mon, Newt! Haven't you heard the phrase, the more, the merrier?"

"Would you just bugger off and just let us play cards in peace?"

"Just between the two of you? That's no fun. Surely three playing would make it more exciting."

With the permission of neither player, Arthur pulled up a third seat between them and began shuffling the cards.

"We didn't want you to play because you win each time!"

Abby just sat quietly, her hands clutching her woolen skirt.

"So kids, what are we playing? Blackjack? Rummy? Some good ol' poker?"

"…Bl-Blackjack." Abby stuttered, keeping her head down.

Arthur smiled.

"Ah, the perfect game to play with three people!"

"We never said you could play too!" Isaac scolded.

"But you need someone to be your dealer, don't you?"

"You can play Blackjack just fine with two people!"

"But it's much more interesting with three people, Newt!"

"Stop saying that." Isaac grumbled.

"That said," Arthur smirked, "what should we wager?"

"W-wager?" Abby blinked in surprised.

"We're not betting anything!"

"Sure we are." Arthur smirked, "who's ever heard of a game of Blackjack without stakes?"

He then looked at Abby, watching as her cheeks warmed.

"What are you willing to put on the line, dearest Abigail?"

"I-I…."

"Stop intimidating her, you twat!"

"I-I… I can make something for whoever wins? Like some chocolate fudge… o-or a sandwich?"

Both Arthur and Isaac froze.

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Miri

"Miriam." Lucifer said, his voice low and sharp as steel.

She stepped back, knowing she had nowhere else to run. Solomon was on the ground, held down by Lucifer's spell. She felt hands brushing her shoulders, her only warning as long, cold fingers grasped her neck, choking her. Her feet then left the ground, putting her eye to eye to Lucifer blood red eyes.

"Lucifer, stop!" Mammon called out, only held back his younger brothers, their eyes full of fear as they clung to him in his Little D form.

"I want answers, Miriam." said Lucifer. "Who are you, really? Why are you here? Why do you have my Ring of Light?!"

Miri winced, trying desperately to uncurl his fingers, struggling for air.

"You know you'll kill her before get any answers if you keep that up, right?" Thirteen drawled with a sigh.

"Let her go, Lucifer! Please!" Levi called out, shaking just as much as Asmo, both trying their best to hold Mammon back.

"Silence!" Lucifer yelled, "are you challenging me too?"

Levi shook his head frantically. Lucifer turned back to Miri, still struggling to free herself.

"Answer me, Miriam." His hand clenched tighter, making her cough.

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randonauticrap · 2 years

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.........•★★ Masterlist ★★•.........

Key:

☁️ = fluff

🔥 = smut

💔 = angst

✨️ = Other

🎂 = Birthday fic

IKEMEN PRINCE

(FANFICS & FICLETS)

𝕁𝕚𝕟 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕥:

Saccharine Comfort ☁️

Soothing the Beast Within 💔☁️

The Garden Tryst 🔥

You Won 💔☁️

Kiss Me Wholly 💋☁️✨️

I Love You, Goodbye. 💔

Chilly Morning Ardor ☁️🔥

The Perfect Gift 🔥🎂

Nightmares 💔☁️

Tranquility ☁️

The Future of Memory Lane 🍂☁️

For Matters of the Heart 💔

Safety Under Covers ☁️

Say Yes ☁️

ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕧𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝:

The Beast's Dance 🔥

A Simpleton's Love 💔☁️

Arguably Loving 🔥

A Heart to Cling to 💔🔥

The Loving Beast ☁️🔥

A Heady Scent ☁️

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙:

Pretty in Pink ☁️

My Darling ☁️

𝕃𝕖𝕠𝕟 𝔻𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕦𝕣:

A Freezing Cure ☁️

Unwelcome Guests (🎃)✨️

Fireflies ☁️🎂

Ember Glows the Heart ☁️

Coquettish ☁️

𝕐𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕂𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕤:

Autumn Baking 🍂☁️

Blush ☁️

𝕃𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕥 𝕂𝕝𝕖𝕚𝕟:

Warm with Me ☁️

ℕ𝕠𝕜𝕥𝕠 𝕂𝕝𝕖𝕚𝕟:

Love & Lies 💔☁️

𝕃𝕦𝕜𝕖 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕝𝕡𝕙:

New Beginnings ☁️

Honey 🔥

These Little Moments ☁️

𝕊𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕝 ℕ𝕠𝕚𝕣:

Double Duty Fantasies (feat. Jin) 🔥

ℝ𝕚𝕠 𝕆𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕫:

Kiss Me Wholly 💋

Broken Man 💔

Gentleness ☁️

Sensual Impact ☁️

𝔾𝕚𝕝𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕥 𝕧𝕠𝕟 𝕆𝕓𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟:

Obsidian’s Nectar 🔥

Close to You 🔥☁️

Prayer to the Moon 💔

The Thorns and the Hedges ✨️

Soaked 🔥

𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕧𝕚𝕠 ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕔𝕚:

The First Dark Morning 🍂💔☁️

Sizzling Distractions ☁️

Pillow Palace ☁️

𝕂𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℍ𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝: N/A

(SERIES)

THROB ~ Jin's Ending

Part 1

Part 2

HALLOWEEN WITH LEON

Part 1

IKEMEN SENGOKU

(FANFICS & FICLETS)

ℕ𝕠𝕓𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕒 𝕆𝕕𝕒:

A Flower for Your Love 💔☁️

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖: N/A

𝕊𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕣𝕦𝕥𝕠𝕓𝕚: N/A

(SERIES)

N/A

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xxsycamore · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request 4 (from the kink list, either one is fine) + 21 (from dialogue list) with Ikemen Sengoku Nobunaga x fem MC! Thank you! 🙏🏻

Ooh, a great choice! Here you go and I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting me!

[REQUESTS ARE CLOSED]

- KINKTOBER DAY 4 - Owning you completely - [NOBUNAGA/MC SMUT]

Rating: E

Word count: 748

Relationship: F/M; Oda Nobunaga/MC

Tags:Bathroom (Onsen) Sex; Slight exhibitionism; Slight scent marking kink; Vaginal sex

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Written for my Visions of Temptation Kinktober 2021 challenge. [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3]

DAY 4 - Bathroom (Onsen) sex + “Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

Going to Nobunaga's private onsen after hours of mind-blowing sex is what MC calls the walk of shame.

For one, her legs are wobbly - every step she takes has to be supported by Nobunaga's strong arm wrapped around her waist. Second, every servant they encounter is aware of what they've been up to - so are those who they don't encounter, probably. Nobunaga always tells MC to scream louder the name of the one who makes her feel so good, to not hold back anything. To not be ashamed of her voice, because everyone would only be glad to know that their lord and his lover are healthy and content in the throes of pleasure and love.

And once in the onsen, it doesn't get any better, with the heat only highlighting the blush on her face. Nobunaga takes her hand gently, contrasted to his previous vice-like grip while between the sheets, and guides her into the warm waters.

"Come see the scents I've picked for you. I would like to watch you bathe in them now."

Resting against the stone edge of the onsen, Nobunaga lazily extends a hand towards the prepared sake at the side. Letting out a pleased sigh, he watches the show in front of him, smiling behind the tiny cup.

MC gladly complies with her lord's intimate wish, making sure to provide a good sight of every inch of her body as it glistens in the night by the many lit candles around. She stands at a good distance from him, out of arm's length but just close enough to tempt him with how accessible she is.

The scents that Nobunaga chose are exactly as she expected of them - refined and rare and most importantly, reminding of the man himself. They're rich, almost obtrusively so, and MC notices that the aroma is very close to Nobunaga's own one of choice. She will now smell like him, but a tang sweeter - that too, is unmistakably on purpose.

"Do you like smelling like me, fireball? It's like I own you completely now."

In her daze MC notices that Nobunaga has discarded his cup and is now approaching her, creating the slightest of ripples in the water as his hands snake up to her waist. He engulfs her with his presence and warmth once again and MC helplessly discovers that she's missed him, even if they laid together a couple of minutes ago. Being hugged from behind, MC is able to watch Nobunaga's strong naked arms dance around the front of her body, spreading the bathing essence on her.

MC lets her head fall backwards onto Nobunaga's shoulder the exact moment his hands find their way between her legs. He spreads her folds with one hand and toys with her with the other. Her love-abused core melts under his touch, the little nub at the apex of her thighs sending jolts throughout her whole body as Nobunaga flicks it mercilessly, sparkling her lust to life.

He brings one hand up to grasp her chin, tilting her head up and to the side so he could lick a hot stripe across her nape, finishing as his lips are close to her ear.

“Does it feel that good? You’re trembling, you know.”

MC lets out a pathetic moan at the realization, and Nobunaga is right - her already wobbly legs are barely holding her upright as their muscles flex with each flick of Nobunaga's wrist.

"I asked you something, lovely thing."

Touched by the adoration put in that nickname, MC manages a honest nod and a whisper of "I want more".

Nobunaga is more than satisfied with that answer. He growls agreeably in her shoulder seconds before sweeping her up from her shaky feet and placing her on the closest stable surface, where he could resume coaxing out her yearning.

The next thing she feels is the familiar slide of Nobunaga's length inside her, the stretch a burning ache but one that feels so good it eases away the feeling of stone flooring under her palms. Despite being ready to stay obediently on her hands and knees for hours in order to bask in that pleasure, her Lord soon encloses his arms around her front and brings her flat to his chest. And she is grateful for his constant prudence for catching her before she even has the chance to fall, being reduced into another shaking mess.

It ceases to matter that he is the one to blame for it.

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