#Nobunaga sengoku fanfiction

[ikeromantic]

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.”

[writingwhimsey]

This request came in via DM from @vegecatto. Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun writing this one! Especialy since you picked my faves! So glad we share some faves haha!

It is my final request in my 400 follower celebration (there are a couple of anon requests that weren't fully in line with the rules of this event, but I will answer them separately from this event later).

400 Follower Celebration

Smut prompt: Suitor reacts to mc/reader teasing them in public

Suitors: ikesen Motonari, Nobunaga, & Shingen

NSFW 18+ content (though not explicit really, more suggestive)

Motonari

Motonari was always teasing you and making you go red-faced. It never mattered to him where you were or who was around. He LOVED getting a reaction out of you. You always protested it, but you both knew you loved it, you would just never admit it aloud. Just once though, you wanted him to know how it felt. You wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine. So you devised a plan.

You go out with Motonari on a date in the next port you arrive in. All dolled up in a special dress from the west you had picked up on your travels (and modified). The dress was much more revealing than your usual kimono. Showing off cleavage, a bit of leg, and more of your arms.

“What d’ya think yer wearin’?” He asks, his red eyes wide.

“Just that pretty dress you bought for me.” You answer with a grin as you move to lace your fingers with his gloved ones. “Now come on pirate boy, show me around town. We’ve got lots to see.”

As you two walk around the town, you decide to be a bit more flirty and handsy with Motonari, as he usually is with you. While looking through the shops of the port town, you casually brush against him. Even pinch his ass a time or two. You find reasons to bend over low in front of him. You watch him grow increasingly more frustrated as your day goes on, but he’s a stubborn one. He knew what you were up to the moment you stepped off the ship in that revealing dress. He’s doing his best not to give in.

While sitting at a tea house together, though Motonari is eating and drinking nothing, you can’t help but to try to fluster your handsome pirate again. As you sit beside him, you reach a hand over to his thigh, fingertips tracing lazy patterns up his leg, getting ever closer to what appears to be a growing bulge, though staying just shy of it.

Motonari’s cheeks are red and he lets out a groan. “That’s it. I can’t take yer teasin’ anymore.”

The next thing you know, he’s leaving money on the table and then picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He carries you to the closest inn and gets a room where he throws you down on the bed and quickly climbs atop you. “I’m gonna pay ya back fer all o’ that, flower girl. You better be prepared to handle the consequences of yer actions.”

You grin as he kisses you and roughly begins removing your clothes. This is exactly where you wanted to be…and you enjoy the “consequences” as Motonari teases you and pounds you into the mattress.

Nobunaga

Nobunaga is never afraid to say whatever is on his mind. It doesn’t matter to him who is around or if you are in the middle of the council or a banquet. He will keep you close during those times and he will give you little teasing touches. It usually results in some jokes and comments…mostly from Masamune and Mitsuhide…and the awkward cough and light reprimand from Hideyoshi.

You decide that Nobunaga needs to learn what it’s like for you when this happens. So, you make it your mission to make his face red in the middle of a banquet. You always sit next to him. It makes it easier for him to tease you, but tonight, YOU will be doing the teasing. You offer to refill his cup, making sure that you find ways to brush against him as you do.

You “drop” things as an excuse to bend over in front of him and find many reasons to give him teasing touches.

“You’re being rather bold tonight.” Nobunaga tells you, an amused smile on his face.

You feign innocence. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”

Nobunaga chuckles. He is clearly enjoying this and can’t wait to see how far you’ll take it. He can’t wait to see what you’ll do next.

You decide to up the ante a bit and lean your head against him as you sip your sake. You pull the collar of your kimono open slightly and start fanning yourself. “It’s a bit warm tonight.” You say.

Nobunaga’s eyes are on you. He pauses with his sake cup held midway between his tray and his lips. “You have taken this too far.” He murmurs before putting his cup down. “It is time we bid you all goodnight.” He declares to the room as he stands up, taking your hand and pulling you up with him.

Whistles and laughter from the others follow you as Nobunaga makes a hasty exit with you. He pulls you into a secluded hallway, your shared room being too far of a distance as far as he is concerned, and pushes you against a wall.

“My lucky charm has decided to test me greatly.” He says before diving in and capturing your lips. His hands work their way under your clothes, fingers reminding you who claimed your body and heart so long ago. He takes you right there in the hall against the wall three times before you two make it back to your room, where he spends the night teasing you and making you writhe in pleasure.

Shingen

Shingen is always so affectionate with you. Giving you sweet kisses and caresses, holding your hand. He finds excuses to touch you. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. Wiping some sweet syrup off of your cheek while you two are enjoying a snack. Though he never really takes it too far and you really can’t complain about his affection. But there is a part of you that wants to drive him absolutely wild. You want to see what limits you can push with him. So you decide to experiment.

First you start by popping in with the maids during councils Shingen is attending. You insist on serving him the meals, making sure your hand brushes his. You wear your kimono in a slightly loosened way so that when you kneel down to place the tray in front of him, the collar opens a bit, exposing your cleavage. You give him a coy smile before walking away.

After his councils have concluded, there is a banquet and you happily attend it with him. As soon as you walk in you make your way over to Shingen and plop down in his lap. His gray eyes widen a moment, but he smiles warmly at you, wrapping his arms around you.

“My goddess is feeling bold tonight.” He says before kissing you on the forehead.

Yukimura is grumbling and red-faced just watching the two of you.

During the banquet, you stay in Shingen’s lap, making sure you wiggle a little bit more than you normally would. You touch him more, a hand on his arm or chest, nuzzling against his neck… tucking his hair behind his ear as he does to you. Shingen is eating it up! He is LOVING this SO MUCH.

Though he does eventually reach his limit when you lift the hem of your kimono up slightly, revealing more of your legs than normal. He scoops you up into his arms and stands effortlessly. “Goodnight everyone and enjoy the banquet.” He declares as he carries you out and to your room.

Once there, he is sitting down and holding you in his lap once again. Though he turns you to face him so that you are straddling him. He lifts a hand to caress your cheek. “Have I not been paying enough attention to you, my goddess?” He asks just before capturing your lips with his. He spends the rest of the evening giving you ALL of his attention by paying special attention to every sensitive place of your body and making you cry out in pure ecstasy.

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The Warlords Come Home Injured From A Fight: Headcanons

Nobunaga

He often has to leave you alone to go to the battlefield.

He's usually never in the frontlines and hence quite safe.

Being the lord of the Oda, he has the most guarded, safest place in the encampments.

But this time, an enemy manages to invade past the guards.

He comes home to you, bruised and bandaged.

You rush to him, worried.

"Do not worry, fireball. I've had worse injuries than this." He says with a smug grin.

As you reapply his bandages, he winces slightly, but refuses to show you that he is hurt.

He has his pride as the lord of the Oda.

He will never admit to you that it hurts and bear the pain.

Your presence always makes him feel better and helps him forget about his injuries...

Kennyo

He rarely goes to the battlefield after he had found his true love- you.

He has finally found his peace.

Except this time, he runs into a group of bandits in the forest.

He is a monk, so he prefers peaceful methods.

But the bandits unsheath their weapons.

So he has no choice but to teach them a lesson.

He returns to his temple, bruised and bleeding.

As you sit with him, applying salve and bandaging his wounds, he tells you not to worry much.

Even the forest animals seems to be concerned about him...

Kennyo pretends as if everything is fine so that you, his followers and the animals do not worry about him.

Shingen

Shingen prefers peace, unlike Kenshin.

He is usually in a safe place on the battlefield, being the lord of the Takeda clan.

In the heat of the battle, he strayed away from his army, into the enemy lines.

He is rescued by his men in time, but he is gravely injured.

When he returns home, you rush to him, surprised to see him in that state.

"Do not worry, princess. If I have lived so long with my condition, these little scratches cannot kill me."

He tries to act brave and strong in front of you.

He is disgusted when you try to feed him bitter medicine.

So you have no choice but to bribe him with sweets.

He pouts as he takes his medicine and swallows quickly.

The aftertaste is awful and almost makes him puke, he complains.

So you have to get permission from Yuki to let Shingen have some more sweets.

Thank you for reading! Unfortunately, I do not know much about Mitsuhide, so I could not include him in this.

[lucyw260]

Water Reveals All - Nobunaga

Another birthday of mine is here, so that means my yearly Nobunaga fanfic must be written. I wasn't having a good day today so I knocked this out in record time but then accidentally deleted most of it and had to rewrite it, it was way better before so I'm mad. I haven't posted since the last yearly fic, I hope you all are well

Words = 664

Warnings = establilshed relationship, bruises, water

Excerpt = “I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it"

After joint hard work trying to unify the country, Y/n and Nobunaga deserved a relaxing break away from castle life and responsibilities. So here they both were having a short hot spring vacation together.

Nobunaga was already lounging in the hot spring, steam obscuring his body so no prying eyes can take advantage of his visage, well he doesn't mind the prying eyes of his lover.

Y/n was hesitating at the edge of the hot spring, she wasn't even in the warm water and yet her cheeks were as red as the sunset behind her.

“We didn't come so I alone could bask in the water” Nobunaga declared as Y/n paced around the edge and he watched her

“Hang on, I'm trying to sike myself up” she said while trying to shake the nerves off. It was silly to be nervous as it's not like her beloved would see anything he hadn't seen before.

“I guess you don't love me enough to keep me company” Nobunaga had the audacity to pout and show his childish side while saying that.

Y/n laughed slightly, feeling glad that her beloved was free from stress and showing weakness.

“Okay okay, I'm getting in” she chuckled and dipped her toes in before sitting down a ways away from Nobunaga.

“Come closer” Nobunaga demanded in his lordly voice.

“As my lord says” Y/n jokes and makes her way over to Nobunaga but not close enough for Nobunaga’s liking.

He sighs before grabbing her waist and guiding her onto his lap, she wraps her legs around his waist in surprise so she doesn't fall backwards.

“That's better” he stated, staring into her eyes with his own carmine ones. He smirks as she puts her arms around his neck as he adjusts his grip.

The movement of them both had caused Y/n’s thin, almost seethrough bathing robes to ride up her thighs. Blushing furiously, she quickly tries to pull the cloth down before Nobunaga can get any steamy ideas.

Nobunaga can't help but try to sneak a peek of her perfect thighs but something else catches his attention instead. He firmly grabs her hand before she can fully cover her thighs.

Startled, she looks up at Nobunaga only to see him staring down at her thighs with trembling eyes.

“When did you get this?” he questioned in a nonchalant voice but those who knew Nobunaga well would be able to pick up the hint of obvious worry that was apparent.

He reaches down and lightly brushed his long fingers across a brown bruise on the top of her thigh, in no more than a phantom touch.

Y/n looks down to see what Nobunaga is talking about and sees a bruise decorating her high but she can't answer his question because she doesn't recall when she got it but then suddenly remembers something.

“Oh, I remember. I was organising the archive when a book fell off the top shelf and the corner of it hit my leg” she revealed before looking up at Nobunaga.

She could see the telltale signs of worry for her wellbeing in the set of his face so she continued talking.

“I didn't even know it had bruised, it was only a slight pain” she adds to try to soothe her black haired lover.

Nobunaga lifts his eyes off her thigh and looks into her eyes before his next action makes her gasp.

He bends slightly and presses a soft kiss to Y/n’s thigh, like a mother kissing away the pain of their child's wound.

“I conquered your thigh at this very hot spring. Have you forgotten?. It is mine, not even you are allowed to harm it" Nobunaga asserts with admonishment in his eyes.

And just like that, Nobunaga the warlord has come back to the forefront but his strong minded lover will cherish the brief and rare show of concern for her that came from his slow thawing heart.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!  

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Voyager - Masterlist

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) x Original Female Character Characters: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku), Eri Davidson (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting (so much flirting), Teasing, Oda Nobunaga is a huge flirt and a huge tease, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Slight Timeskip Near the End

Summary:

The pain was crippling at first: a sharp, searing thing that seemed to be the only constant in her life for more days than she could count. It was like a tooth that had been pulled, leaving sensitive, exposed nerves behind. Waking her up in the middle of the night to remind her, to make her remember what she'd lost. Showing up to knock her down with random crying jags in the middle of the day. Her grief was overwhelming, overpowering... the only thing she could see for miles, for a very long time.

A/N: I don't own these Ikemen Sengoku characters; they belong to Cybird. Some of the dialogue from the first chapters is taken directly from the prologue of the game.

Chapter One: Kyoto Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Two: Waking Nightmare Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Three: Lucky Charm Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Four: Journey to Azuchi Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Five: The Chatelaine of Azuchi Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Six: No Easy Conquest Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Seven: A Special Event Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Eight: A Familiar Face Tumblr | AO3

Chapter Nine: Coming Soon*

*I am in the process of putting all of my fics from AO3 onto Tumblr. Chapters of this fic will be posted to Tumblr as I have time to add them, but you can read the story in its entirety on AO3.

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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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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)

[ikesenfantasy]

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.”

[cidylee]

Welcome to the Future - Kicho x Y/N (Ikémen Sengoku)

Here is my entry for A Series of Firsts hosted by @aquagirl1978. I'm super nervous to post it because it's the first time I'm writing a fanfiction and English is not my first language. Also, I know only a little about Kicho. I've only read a few of his birthday events available on the Enslig server. So, expect it to be out of character.

Prompt: First look

Pairing: Kicho x Y/N (but consider it a self-insert)

Word Count: 1628

There are really few spoilers from his route. I think we all already know where he has been and when.

The story takes place in the present day. A university student travels to Japan for her master degree. She visits Honno-Ji temple. There is a thunderstorm and she finds... a man?

The wind is blowing through my hair, bringing with it a light scent of greenery, reminiscent of the few threes around. I can also smell the scent of wet wood and wet stone. The sky is grey. Not a grey that conveys sadness, just an old plain boring grey, perfect for the boring days.

I’m so stupid. So, so, so stupid. What did I decided to do my master’s degree on Dazai Osamu? I’m studying French literature not Japanese literature. At least, since it’s only a master’s degree, not a doctorate degree, I could write my mémoire based on translations. My university allows it. The thing is, French and Japanese are incredibly different. Reading Osamu Dazai in French is not the same thing as reading him in Japanese. I want to respect the creator’s work, so I told myself I would learn Japanese and visit Japan. Such a good idea. A degree that should take two years to finish has been extended to at least four years. I am already twenty-six-year-old. After my university studies, I’ll need to find a job.

I’m dumb. Even a lifetime won’t be enough to fully understand Osamu Dazai’s work. Will I ever be able to read his novels in their original language? Scrap that. I will never obtain my degree.

I sigh as I walk through Honno-Ji’s main entrance. As an international student, I get to visit a lot of places. I am quite pleased to be able to explore Kyoto. I mean, a trip to Japan is not complete without some sightseeing through Kyoto, right? Though, for some reason, a friend of mine recommended me to go to Honno-Ji temple. It’s not that I lack culture, but... I didn’t know what that temple was. I never saw it passed on travel guide. Oda Nobunaga was a name I’ve never heard before. Yet, here I am, about to pay my respect to that guy.

There are few people around. They are talking or looking at their phone. Yeah, nobody cares about Oda Nobunaga.

Suddenly, the surroundings are darkening. Well, I guess it’s going to rain. A lightning tears the sky, creating a root-like pattern. Seconds later, the thunder resonates in the air. The people around are quick to get up from their seat and find shelter under the roofs. Once they are safe from the rain and the thunder, people resume talking and looking at their phone. The storm seems to worsen. Light and electricity are spreading in the sky. Thunder is deafening. I hear a shrill noise in my head, like a powerful ringing. I cover my ears with my hands.

The rain splattering against the ground. The blinding lights. The roaring of the thunder. The heat and the dampness. The tense atmosphere I seem to be the only one feeling. It’s too much. I’m out of breath. My legs are trembling. My heart is about to burst out of my chest. My blood is boiling. I’m about to faint.

The next moment, a lightning strikes the memorial. The ground vibrates under my feet, and I collapse. All eyes are converging where the lightning struck. There, I see a man, lying down. What the… What is he doing?

People around are screaming, pointing at his direction, but nobody goes to help him. I understand. Even if I could move, I wouldn’t risk my life.

Soon, there is no more lightning and thunder. After a while, the sky is clearing up and I can see the sun above. The few people disperse, and I find myself alone in Honno-Ji memorial with a man only meters away. Is he unconscious? He didn’t run away when the storm was raging. I… I don’t want. I don’t want to go look after him, ask him if he’s fine, if he needs some help… I’m not good at that.

Despite my reluctance, I find the courage to look after him. I get up while holding myself against the wall, then walk in direction of the man, my heart still beating fast. Cautious, I lean over him. The man is soaked. His eyes are close, but his chest is slowly rising and falling. He wears a kimono, way too open in the chest area. His black hair falls on his face. He is unconscious, yet he looks irritated.

OK, time to wake him up. I kneel next to him and shake his body. Soon enough, his eyes flutter open. Well, that was easy. It means he is not seriously injured. The man stares at me with green orbs. I can’t help but notice the bags under his eyes. They give him an annoyed look. He’s still quite attractive. His jaw is sharp, his neck long and he possesses an elegant flair to him. I don’t think I’ve met a guy as handsome as him before. Now, what do I do?

"Hello?" I said in a broken Japanese. "Are you alright? Do you need help?"

The man stares at me, confused and more irritated. That’s it. He didn’t understand a word I said. I try again:

"Are you hurt somewhere? What is your name? Should I take you to the hospital?

The man stares at me for a while, and I feel more nervous. He scoffs at me and says something. What… what it is? That’s… I understood nothing. I look at his clothes again. He wears a kimono and the way he is speaking is weird, it is not the Japanese I usually hear on the streets. We are in a temple. The man is handsome… He must be an actor acting the role of a Japanese of the ancient times! He is certainly taking his role seriously. If I were him, I would’ve break character the moment the thunderstorm started. He even kept acting when I woke him up. That’s what I call talent and dedication.

"You’re an actor, right? You’re good, but I don’t think you need to keep acting. I just want to make sure you’re alright. Can you, maybe, answer me in modern Japanese? Please? If you tell me you are alright, I promise to let you alone."

The man scoffs again. He is talking again and… something mysterious happens. I hear him talking to me in Japanese, yet I understand him as if he were speaking to me in my native language.

"Your Japanese is horrible to the ears." He smirks, and I hate him. He’s not wrong, though. "You’re not from here."

"Of course, I’m not from here! It’s written all over my face and body. Do I look Japanese to you? Arg… Anyway, are you not supposed to be an actor for the Honno-Ji temple? If so, shouldn’t you be a bit nicer to the visitors? I was worried about you!"

The man’s gaze darkens. He is not smiling anymore. He scans the surroundings, and he looks confused. "An actor?" he repeats.

"Come on! Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m not dumb to the point of not knowing there was some sort of actors back in… the old days."

He frowns. "Where are we? What is this place? It’s terrible. Whatever you are wearing is distasteful for a woman… or just any human being."

Geez… That man is something else. "We are at Honno-Ji temple, where Oda Nobunaga died… hum… many years ago."

The man appears to be even more confused. Then, he puts one hand on my neck and forces me to look at him right in the eyes. The effect is immediate. I lower my gaze to his lips. He seems to notice as he sighs, but he doesn’t comment about it. "You said Oda Nobunaga is dead?"

"Yeah… He died some 450 years ago, or so my friend told me."

The man’s eyes widen. What is going on? My heart’s rate hasn’t slowed down since the end of the thunderstorm. I can only keep staring at his lips, his neck and chest. Did he hit his head that badly? He looks like he really doesn’t know what is going on. I should take him to the hospital.

The man has now a serious expression. "Introduce yourself. What is your name? What year are you born? Where do you come from? What year is it?" His voice is commanding, and I see no problem to answering his questions. "I’m Y/N. I was born in 1992. We are now in 2018. I’m from Canada."

I didn’t think he could look more surprised, yet he seems even more dumbfounded. "Canada?" At the end of the 16th century, Canada had already been discovered for some decades. Either the information had not yet reach Japan at that time, or Japan didn’t know Canada by that name. "It’s a far away land. Now, would you tell me who you are?"

The man answers a few seconds later. "My name is Kicho. I am a vassal of Oda Nobunaga." he murmurs. I nod, then I grab my phone, searching for "Kicho". Oh, OK. That guy definitely hit his head. Kicho is a woman, and she is Nobunaga’s wife. "Sorry, but Internet is telling me Kicho is Nobunaga’s wife. She is also known as Nohime." "Nohime?" repeats the man calling himself Kicho. He then stands up and grabs me by the wrist. I am forced to get up with him. "Y/N, you are coming with me. You will show me around and will explain to me everything about this place, and about Canada too." His gaze is piercing, and I feel compelled to obey, but I am not afraid.

"But first, we need to find you new clothes. You can’t go flashing your tits like that."

Kicho’s eyes widen, then he frowns. "Flashing my what? My… tits?"

[tinygumdrops]

Hello just here to say I love LOVE your period drama kagehina sengoku jidai fic. I know u cited dororo and kabaneri(?) as ur inspiration but what other sources did u read to paint such beautiful picture?

*Blushing furiously* AHHH, thank you!!! I'm so glad to hear from someone who read it ;-; Seriously, thank you for sharing your appreciation for it!!!

OH, as for my inspirations for the fic.... although there aren't much similarities with the plot, the reasons why I was so compelled to write a sengoku jidai fic in the first place were because I enjoyed watching Dororo and reading Journey to the West so much, and historical fiction is not a genre often explored in fanfiction.... so I thought yk, why not? Maybe some nerds like us (yes, I'm including you in this!!!! :D) would love having a fic or two like it in the wild.

I read the Moribito series by Uehashi Nahoko while I was in school, and the main character was a female warrior named Balsa. I think there's also an old anime based on the novels, but I haven't watched it yet. Anyway, I based Saeko and the all-female Hojo warriors on her ;-; Balsa, my queen!!!

I also read Shogun by James Clavell (incidentally, I think there's a new series coming out based on this!!), and skimmed The Chronicles of Lord Nobunaga by Ota Gyuichi and The Cambridge History of Japan. I also rewatched some historical Japan Ghibli films (Princess Mononoke, you will forever be undefeated!!!). Obviously, I googled a lot of stuff in between writing lmao and gosh, there's really tons of free resources out there for medieval Japan! I love the internet sm!!!

For part two, well I haven't finished the entire thing yet (ugh), but I might post the prologue and act 1 soon! Since the gods are a lot more involved (ugh I hate why I made things much more complicated for myself, someone stab me), I watched a lot of documentaries on Nihon Shoki and Kojiki. I also borrowed some aspects from Greek and Roman myths, and because I love Dante's The Divine Comedy so much, I had to throw that bad boy in the ring ;-;

Honestly, the sengoku jidai series is just a culmination of my love for medieval Japan. Really glad I got the opportunity to share it! Thanks so much for dropping by, anon!!!

[ikeromantic]

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.

[writingwhimsey]

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.

[colourless-hydrangeas]

Telling the warlords you're asexual: How would it go?

CW: mention of sex

Nobunaga

He's asked to bed you, multiple times even, only to be refused each time.

That was until he finally asked you why you refuse to sleep with him.

He would be curious about this 'asexual' thing, but he respects your boundaries.

He wonders if you're like one of those monks and nuns, but doesn't say anything. After all, you're his beloved fireball.

He loves you regardless.

Hideyoshi

He has always waited for you to be comfortable with him.

But he's curious as to why you have never considered sex with him.

"Have you taken a vow of celibacy or something?"

He tries to understand you when you tell him you're asexual.

He will support you forever, regardless of what your sexuality is.

He will also make sure that nobody(especially Masamune) makes you uncomfortable.

Mitsunari

Innocent bean.

He hasn't considered sex with you yet.

You told him you're asexual, after a few months of dating.

"Hm? 'Asexual'? What does that mean?"

"It means I am not interested in sex, but I can feel romantic connection with you, so please don't worry."

"Oh, that's okay!" ^^

He accepts you easily, without any questions. He loves you, and will continue to love you in the same way.

Kennyo

Kennyo has always been waiting for you to be comfortable with him, to start things.

He will never be persistent to you.

He had mentioned his wishes to have sex with you once.

You had to explain to him that you were repulsed by the idea of sex.

He understands, and never asks you about it again.

He will make sure he doesn't accidentally make you uncomfortable and often asks you if you're comfortable or not.

He will also be protective of you, making sure you stay safe on your visits to the town.

Thank you for reading this! This has been a WIP for way longer than intended. I rarely see asexual MC HCs, so I had to make it for myself, hehe.

Let me know if you want HCs for the other lords. I write silly HCs too. :)

[lucyw260]

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.

Please don’t repost, edit or steal. Reblogs are more than welcome though!  

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Voyager - Seven

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) x Original Female Character Characters: Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku), Eri Davidson (Original Female Character of Color) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting (so much flirting), Teasing, Oda Nobunaga is a huge flirt and a huge tease, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Slight Timeskip Near the End

Previous Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest | Next Chapter (Eight): A Familiar Face

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Summary:

"Valerie, you should know that I never say anything I don't mean."

She glares at him.

"Calm yourself," he laughs. "It isn't as if I've never seen a naked woman before."

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“You did well today.” The Lord of Azuchi says the words as he helps her dismount from the pretty chestnut mare she’d chosen for her riding lessons. “How do you feel, having completed your first lesson?”

“Like I’m going to be really sore tomorrow morning,” Eri laments. “I can already feel the tightness in my legs.” 

“A soak in the baths tonight will ease the soreness,” he tells her, leading the horse back to the stable to brush and feed it. 

“Baths?” Eri raises an eyebrow, unsure if she’s heard him correctly. 

“Mm.” He grunts in response, his attention focused on the horse. 

“Wait… you did say ‘baths’, right?” She shakes her head. “As in, baths?”

He looks up at her. “I didn’t think there was anything unclear in what I said.”

She squeezes her eyes shut tightly. “You mean to tell me,” she starts, “that there have been baths at Azuchi all this time?” 

This seems to amuse him. “They were there before you arrived, and they will be there after you leave.”

Exasperated, she clicks her tongue. “No one told me!”

“I just did,” he replies simply. 

“Where are they?”

“Not far from here.” He motions vaguely toward the area behind her. At Eri’s blank look, he sighs. “Help me feed her,” he starts, motioning to the horse, “and I’ll show you where they are.” 

***

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She murmurs the words, her eyes taking in the sight in front of her. She turns to him, incredulous. “I can’t believe this has been here the whole time, and I’ve been wasting away in my room wishing for a hot bath where I could soak.”

“Why did you never ask?”

Because I’m a moron. Eri shakes her head. The maids must think I’m a nutcase. “Because I just… I guess I just didn’t think to,” she admits. “No one ever offered me anything different, so I didn’t know another option existed.” 

He cocks his head to the side curiously, studying her. “Surely they have baths where you’re from.”

“Actually---” She stops herself. “You know what? It doesn’t even matter.” She shakes her head again. “So it’s alright for me to use this tonight?” 

“As much as you like.”

“I get to wash my hair,” she croons happily. 

“Is that a special event?” 

This makes her laugh. “You have no idea.” 

“Well then,” he says thoughtfully, flashing her a smile. “Perhaps I shall come by tonight and observe this special event for myself.” 

Is he… serious? Before she has time to contemplate it further, he has turned on his heel and is walking away from her. 

***

“Lady Eri,” Haru calls from the other side of the shoji. “I am here.” 

“Oh, Haru,” Eri calls back, as she gathers her clothing into a bundle. “Come on in.” 

“I’m sorry for the delay,” Haru apologizes, bowing low as she closes the shoji behind her.

Eri waves a hand. “No, it’s alright. I just wanted to see if I could get your help with something.” 

“Anything,” the young lady smiles. “I’m here to serve you, My Lady.”

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that, she thinks, shaking her head. “Tomorrow morning, before tea with Yasuke-San and his family, I’d like to go into town to buy a few things. I’ve already spoken to Ishida-San, and he’s given me a list of places I might find what I need and the money with which to buy them. Would you be available to go with me?” 

“Of course,” Haru beams at her. “I’m so glad you asked. There’s a new vendor I heard about who has the loveliest hair pins. I’d like to go see for myself, if we have time.” 

“I think we can arrange that,” Eri smiles. “I’ll send for you mid-morning, if that’s alright.” 

“As you wish, My Lady.” She bows once more before leaving the room, and Eri turns her attention back to gathering the clothing she needs for her trip to the baths.

***

If there is a more luxurious feeling than the one she is experiencing now, Eri has yet to find it. 

She sighs in contentment as she lowers herself into the steaming water. The baths at Azuchi are laid out much like the more modern ones that she has seen occasionally during her time in Japan, and she is grateful that just like those modern baths, there is an area for her to clean her body and hair before soaking in the steaming hot water of the large bath. She has purposely waited until late in the evening, when most of the estate’s residents have retired for the night. Her patience has served her well, as the baths are deserted by the time she gets there. 

I haven’t felt this clean in days, she thinks to herself languidly, watching the steam rise over the surface of the water. She submerges her head, re-wetting her hair before reaching up to grab her comb and oils. She has just started working the camellia oil through the first section of her hair when she hears his voice.

“It appears I have arrived too late to witness the beginning of your special event.” 

Eri lets out a yelp, dropping the comb in her hand onto the stone lip of the bath. Frantically, she reaches for her robe, but realizes that she is too far away from it to retrieve it without coming part of the way out of the water. “You--!” She gasps, letting herself sink deeper into the water and trying to cover her breasts with her arms. “What are you doing here?” 

The Lord of the castle gazes at her, genuine confusion in his features. “I did tell you that I wanted to witness it for myself,” he says logically, as though he hasn’t just scared her nearly to death. “Did I not?”

“I didn’t think you meant it!” She’s still curling away from him, mortified, trying to hide the private bits of her body. 

“Valerie, you should know that I never say anything I don’t mean.” 

She glares at him. 

“Calm yourself,” he laughs. “It isn’t as if I’ve never seen a naked woman before.”

She sputters, trying to come up with a snappy retort and finding she is utterly unable to. It becomes even harder to speak once he removes his own robe and Eri realizes that he intends to join her in the bath. “Oda-Sama---!” She averts her eyes, her face burning. 

“I think,” he starts, “that in such a casual setting as this one, it would be appropriate to use my given name. Don’t you agree?” He submerges himself completely, moving to the other side of the bath. “Please,” he continues, motioning to the abandoned comb and oils, “don’t let me stop you.” 

Stubbornly, she keeps her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Would it make you feel more comfortable if I looked the other way?” 

“Do whatever you want,” she snaps, refusing to look at him. 

“I told you, it isn’t as if I’ve never seen a naked woman before.”

“You’ve never seen me naked before.” And I was hoping to keep it that way.

“One could argue that I still haven’t,” he chuckles. “You’ve been keeping yourself covered, but even if you hadn’t, night has already fallen, and the darkness of the water covers what you don’t want me to see.”

She can’t refute that point. “Are you really that curious about what I do with my hair?” 

“I really am,” he answers. 

“It isn’t that interesting,” she rebuts. 

“Perhaps not to you,” he shrugs, the water lapping at his collarbones. “But the things we find uninteresting because we do them often are the things that are most interesting to people who have never seen them done.” He offers her a smile. “I promise to keep my eyes above your neck.”

Eri sighs. She knows that if she doesn’t resume detangling and moisturizing her hair before it dries, she will have a tangled, shrunken mess on her hands very soon. “You give me your word?” 

“You have my word,” he tells her solemnly, raising his right hand. “I would ask you for the same, but the truth is that I don’t really mind if your eyes wander.” 

Son of a bitch. “My eyes won’t be wandering anywhere near you,” she snaps. 

True to his word, however, he keeps his eyes on what her hands are doing in her hair, studying the way she parts the thick curls into sections and works oil through each section from root to tip. Even without her arsenal of modern styling and holding products, her hair takes well to the camellia oil, shining in the light of the lamps placed around the tub and curling into its natural z-pattern. 

“It’s beautiful,” he muses, once she has finished doing the same all over her head. 

Eyes wide, she looks over at him. “Thank you.” 

“You seem surprised,” he remarks. 

She shrugs, her arms instinctively crossing over her chest again. 

“The mere fact that something is unfamiliar to me doesn’t make it any less worth admiring,” he reflects. “Do you think me so incapable of recognizing beauty in all its forms?” 

Eri isn’t sure what to say to that. “Oda-Sama---”

“Nobunaga,” he interrupts her, laughter in his voice. “We’re naked in each others’ company. I think you can drop the formality.” 

Her face goes warm. “Nobunaga,” she tries quietly, the name fitting strangely in her mouth. 

“How sweet it sounds coming from you.” She can’t tell if he’s flirting or just teasing her. 

“I’d like to get out now,” she tells him. 

“I won’t stop you.” 

She huffs indignantly. “Can I ask you to please look away?”

“If that’s what you want me to do,” he shrugs. 

“Yes,” she tells him firmly. “I’m going inside to dress.” 

“As you wish.” He turns away from her, and she scrambles up out of the water, snatching up her robe and wrapping it tightly over herself. 

She takes her time drying and moisturizing her skin before dressing in her newly-cleaned modern clothing. She exits the bath house just as Nobunaga is pulling himself up out of the water, and a gasp escapes her. 

“Oh, you’re finished,” he says conversationally, as if he isn’t standing in front of her stark-naked and dripping wet. “I’ll escort you back to your room.” He seems to realize then that he’s still naked and reaches down to pick up his robe and drape it over himself. “So your eyes did wander a bit,” he smirks. 

“It isn’t as though I’ve never seen a naked man before.” She throws his words back in his face. 

“But you’ve never seen me naked before. Did you see anything you liked?” He asks her, that teasing lilt back in his voice. 

She ignores his question. “What do you think I am?”

“I think,” he starts seriously, holding out his arm for her to take, “that you are a mystery that I would like to solve.” He looks down at her, watching as she accepts his arm and loops her own through it.  

***

“You know,” Valerie starts, looking past her reflection in the mirror to gaze at his, just behind her, “you’re being awfully distracting.”

“Me?” Shinichi chuckles. “I’m not even doing anything. I’m just watching.” 

“Yes,” she says, “but it’s very hard to concentrate on what I’m doing when every time I look in the mirror, I see you lying there.” 

“Would it help if I helped you?” 

“Maybe,” she giggles. “It would help even more if you’d put some clothes on.” 

“But I’m comfortable like this.” 

“What you are, is a distraction,” she reiterates, wagging a finger at him playfully. 

“Alright,” he says, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing up. “How about a compromise? I put on a pair of pants and help you.” 

“That sounds like a fair deal.” She watches his reflection go into the third drawer of the bureau, pull out a pair of blue pajama bottoms, and slide them on. His reflection turns to her. 

“Better?”

“For now.” 

Her boyfriend closes the distance between them, bending over slightly to press a kiss to her lips. “Want me to get the back?” He asks, motioning to where her hair has been divided into two large sections. 

“Yes, please,” she tells him gratefully. 

They work together in a comfortable silence then, each tackling a section of her hair with moisturizer and a wide-toothed comb. More than once, Valerie stops moving, relishing the feel of Shinichi’s gentle hands working through her hair. Every now and again, he presses his fingertips to her scalp, softly massaging it and eliciting a pleased hum from her. 

It isn’t long before her hair has been completely worked through, divided into large two-strand twists. Without her even having to say a word, Shinichi reaches over and grabs the length of satin she uses to tie her hair up at night. He hands it to her with a smile. 

“Thank you,” she says, turning her face up for another kiss. 

“You’re welcome,” he says, obliging her and pecking her on the lips. “So now that you’re done and the danger of distraction isn’t an issue anymore, is it okay for me to get naked again?” 

“Well, I guess it’s alright now,” she giggles. “But I can’t promise I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself.” 

“I honestly don’t expect you to.”

***

“Valerie?” Nobunaga is calling her name, concern lacing his deep, heavy voice. 

“Oh, yes?” She looks up at him. “I’m sorry, you were saying something?”

“I was, but it was of little import.” He pauses, looking down at her curiously. “You seemed to go somewhere else for a bit.”

“It’s nothing,” she tells him, trying on what she hopes is a reassuring smile. “I was just… thinking about something from a long time ago.” 

He looks as though he wants to ask her what, but thinks better of it and decides not to. “A mystery, indeed,” he says instead, almost as if to himself. 

“Thank you,” she says quietly. “For walking me back.” 

“Does this mean I have your permission to join you some other night?” 

The question makes her laugh in spite of herself. “I promise to make less of a fuss if you warn me before you decide to show up,” she tells him sternly. “But you’ll have to keep your hands - and your eyes - to yourself.” 

“Hm,” is all he’ll say. 

Previous Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest | Next Chapter (Eight): A Familiar Face

[not-krys]

[Repost] Can You Hear Me? - Houki & Nobunaga

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays!

A continuation of the Introductions WIP, now with Houki and Nobu getting a chance to talk.

It goes as well as you would expect.

Raw, unedited, incomplete writing below. Loosely following IkeSen's prologue and a bit of lore building for Houki.

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"Hey, are you all right?" the armored man's voice said, kneeling beside her, "can you hear me?"

Houki's breaths were shallow and quick, coughs peppering in between them. Her chest was hurting too and her eyes stung. She sat on her knees after calming herself and looked at her surroundings.

This… was not Vail Isle. She couldn't recognize any of her surroundings. Where even was here?

She coughed again and rubbed her eyes. She certainly wasn't dreaming, not with how her chest aches or the armored man's hand felt on her back.

"Where... am I?" Her voice was hoarse and sore. "Is this... Vail Isle?"

"Huh?" The armored man looked confused. "Vail Isle?"

"I'm supposed to be there... For the summit meeting... to be a representative for Jiyel."

"What are you talking about?"

Houki looked at the armored man, confused green eyes meeting with perplexed carnelian ones.

"The Seven Year Summit? Where all the nations send Seven representatives to Vail Isle to..."

The armored man still looked puzzled as she trailed off, Houki's eyes growing wider in realization.

"I have never heard of such places," said the armored man. "Nor have I heard of any summit meetings taking place."

"But… it's true." Houki said, "I was an observer for the boat races, then the storm started so suddenly and…"

She looked around again, noting that she couldn't see the sea, or really any body of water big enough for a ship, close enough for her story to be believable anyway. The skies were also clear, if cloudy because of the rising smoke fumes. No signs of recent rain, going or coming, at all, despite the evidence of rain drops on her silk sleeves alongside the singed edges.

Well… this was an interesting development. One with horrifying implications.

"I'm… not on Vail Isle anymore…" Houki said quietly.

"No, we are at Honnouji." the armored man explained, as if it wasn't still on fire behind them. "To think they would manage to kill all the guards and come this close…"

The armored man faced her again, looking her up and down, assessing her head to toe.

"It seems I owe you my life, strange woman. You are a foreigner, right? Are you with the Nanban?"

"Nanban?"

"The other foreigners? What do they call themselves? Dutch? Portuguese? Spanish? Priests and merchants, they claim. Traders. That sound familiar?"

Houki shook her head no.

"No… none of those."

"Hmm… might be addled in the head then."

Houki frowned deeply.

"Do not look so angry. You know who I am at least, I assume?"

"..Well, no, I do not know."

"You saved me without knowing even that? You're even more addled than I thought!" He laughed, his smiling looking sinister. He then pressed a hand to his chest.

"I am the Lord of Azuchi Castle and Daimyo of Owari, Oda Nobunaga, and I am the one who is going to unify this country."

Houki felt she was correct in her original assessment of the man, Oda Nobunaga, in that he was someone important based on his armored clothes, but it seems she had saved an important lord. One with a big ego, by the look of things.

Still, she was in the presence of another noble, so she figured she'd at least be polite. She bowed her head respectfully.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lord Oda. I am Lady Houki of Jiyel, a scholar sent to be a representative of Jiyel in the Seven Year Summit."

"A lady scholar?" he laughed again, "stranger and stranger you become."

Houki pushed her glasses up her nose, hiding the sigh that threatened to spill past her lips.