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Frozen Waters [Shingen/OC]

Author: Terra Series: Ikemen Sengoku Pairing: Shingen Takeda/Original Female Character Length: 6,308 words Rating: Explicit Tags: emotional sex, character study, Shingen’s POV Brief summary: A an unexpected event forces Shingen and Terra to trust each other. Warnings: explicit sex, tense situations, potential for loss of life Cross-posted to ao3 Here

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Its winter in the province of Kai, and for the first time in a long while there was a significant amount of snow on the ground. Terra was so thrilled by the recent snowfall that she hadn’t stopped smiling once. Her boundless energy seemed to be vibrating out of her core as she walked with more of a bounce in her step everywhere she went. Shingen found her good mood contagious. He really couldn’t help it. He didn’t think he’d seen her so positively enamored with her surroundings until now, with rosy cheeks and eyes glittering like stars in the night sky.

He’d been working a lot lately, making sure that the right goods were coming into his territories and the people were doing ok. Terra had been of great help; organizing his papers and listening when he’d needed someone to talk to or get a new perspective from. She’d work close by on her own projects. As a biologist, Shingen noted that she had a very observant nature to her as she made notes on the nature and wildlife of Kai. On more than one occasion he’d asked a few questions just to get her to endlessly talk about the things she’d studied in her time, and what had most recently fascinated her here 500 years in the past.

Shingen knew that most of all Terra loved the sea, as she would most frequently talk about her experiences and how captivated she was on all her scientific work she’d done in the future. Terra called herself a marine biologist, someone who studies the oceans and its creatures. It felt like a dream every time she’d talk about diving, and all the places she’d travelled to. She never complained about being so far away from the ocean, but still, Shingen often made a note to himself to bring her back to the coast once summer came. Even though her heart belonged to the seas, she seemed happy enough to document her findings of Kai’s wildlife all the same. Shingen knew that if he ever couldn’t find her in the castle, she was likely out walking the forests nearby or down by the river. He found her sense of adventure to be just inspiring.

Shingen looked up from his scrolls to gaze at his love as she diligently worked on her own manuscripts. She had opened the door to their shared study to let in just the smallest amount of cool air. She sat close by, strangely enjoying the cold. Shingen wondered if in the future she came from people didn’t have to worry about warmth in these cold months. She seemed to gravitate to it in a way that was alien to this time. In fact, more often than naught she’d be out and about in the cold as though it was an afterthought. She’d spoken once of something called skiing, when people would actively go out into the cold to slide down mountains on planks attached to their feet. It perplexed Shingen, trying to picture it and how Terra liked to talk about just how fast she’d fly down the slopes. Clearly his love was a bit of a daredevil.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked her.

She perked up right away, turning her sparkling eyes on him. Terra was positively thrilled already from the suggestion.

“Can we? I’d like to go down to the river. I wonder if it’s frozen.”

Terra picked herself up from the floor and went to grab his haori before draping it over his shoulders.

“But dress warm, it’s the afternoon and it’ll be getting dark soon.” She warned him with a peck on his cheek.

Shingen caught her hand, and pulled her back for a more proper kiss.

Still holding her close he said, “All I need is my angel’s warmth.”

Terra’s blush was expected, but all the more adorable as she got flustered and couldn’t think of an immediate reply. Instead she just kissed him again, and then pulled his haori up over his head. Shingen started to laugh at her antics.

“I’ll go get ready, be back in five. I’m not kidding Shingen, dress warm.” Terra warned sternly.

Shingen only caught a glance of her long brown hair as she left their shared study. He chuckled to himself, but then got up to get ready. He found his heavier haori and tabi, dressing himself securely before leaving to join Terra. She was right after all; he did tend to get cold easily. His prior illnesses had left him more cautious in the winter months to prevent any potential for relapse.

Terra met him as he exited their study. He noted that she hadn’t dressed much different than she usually did in the winter. Terra wore a dark blue kimono with a simple pattern. In her hands she carried a scarf and gloves. When she stopped in front of him, he leveled a knowing look at her.

“Shut up.” she said with a smirk, before wrapping the scarf around his neck. “You get cold so easily. Just wear it.”

He chuckled, letting her do as she pleased. His love was very attentive, and he’d let her dote on him all she wanted.

“My dear,” He chuckled again as she handed him the gloves she’d been holding. “Your blood must run with fire as you never seem to get cold.”

“I find the cold refreshing.” Terra answered simply with her own little laugh. “I’ll be fine, once we start walking I’ll warm up quick. The clothing in this time is a lot thicker with more layers than what I used to wear.”

Shingen smirked.

“Get that smirk off your face. I know what you’re gonna say.”

“All I was going to say is that if my Goddess gets cold, she can simply come into my arms.”

“Chances are you’ll be the one asking to get warmed up by me at the end of this.”

“Is that an offer? I’ll take you up on that once we return. I have a few ideas in mind. However they all start right-” He leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “here.”

Terra couldn’t stop her slight smile, even though she tried to. But then she crinkled her nose at him and reached for his hand before pulling him along. “One track mind. Let’s go you big dork.”

They walked hand-in-hand through the castle and out into the surrounding town. The market was still lively despite the cold temperature. The people bustled along, and it was lively enough that Shingen was proud his people were surviving well this winter. The trading between Tsutsujigasaki and Azuchi had been of great success, regardless of Shingen’s lingering aversion to Nobunaga and his supporting cast of vassals and warlords. He could at least appreciate that Terra’s friendship with the Azuchi warlords and Maru brought prosperity to his people. Sometimes he couldn’t help but think how his life had turned around from meeting her was beyond anything he’d ever thought possible. He wouldn’t be here without her.

“What are you smiling about?” Terra asked him. He hadn’t realized she was watching him.

“Just thinking about my Goddess.”

She shook her head as though exasperated, but snuggled up a little closer to his arm as they continued their walk. Having her warmth close by was certainly welcome. Shingen held her tighter too.

It wasn’t long before they reached the bridge crossing the river. Ice covered about halfway across from the forested side of the river, before thinning into dark flowing water. The water looked almost black to Shingen as the strong current carried it under the bridge. Snow was beginning to fall again, and he knew that with the setting sun, it would bring much colder temperatures.

Shingen was jolted out of his musings when Terra suddenly gasped.

“There’s a kid out on the ice!”

He followed her line of sight, and sure enough there was a young child walking out onto the ice down by the shore. The ice would be too thin even for a child; it would break under their weight.

Terra was out of his arms before he could do anything. She’d started to run across the bridge, calling out to the kid to stop where they were. Shingen took off after her, only catching up when they were both on the shore, and the child was at least 20m away, standing out on the ice near the center of the frozen river. Shingen felt his heart clench as he heard the ice groan under the child’s weight.

“My baby!” a woman screamed from further behind them. She too came running to the shore, tears in her eyes, worried and unsure what to do.

That’s when the ice cracked, and the child wobbled before falling through. The young boy desperately started to scream as he grasped out for the ice to hold on and pull himself up.

Shingen was ready to throw off his haori when Terra caught his hands.

“Uh-uh. Not you. I’m going out there.” She started to undress herself from the kimono. “I got this.”

He felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as he imagined Terra out there on the ice. His blood ran cold at the thought.

“Terra- No!” he tried to protest, reaching to tie her obi back on.

She smacked his hands away and continued to undress.

“No, you listen!” She pleaded, her eyes alight with determination and resolve. “I’m lighter than you, I’m a stronger swimmer, and you have a history with pneumonia. I will not let you go out there! I got this!”

Terra was down to her underclothes before he could stop her, standing on the shore of the freezing river. Shingen was about ready to protest again.

“No, Terra, listen, it’s too dangerous!” he argued, reaching out and grasping her by her shoulders. His heart was beating wildly in his chest. “I’m not letting you go out there! I don’t care, I can handle this.”

“We don’t have time to discuss this.” She met his gaze head-on unrelenting, and Shingen could see how sure she was. “I’m going out there. Shingen, I’ll be right back. And I’ll need you when I do come back, okay?”

The child was still screaming, and his mother was now in hysterics trying to call out to him to hold on. Shingen had to make a decision, and he hated the conclusion he came to in those few seconds he could spare.

He had to trust her.

“Okay, go.” his blood felt ice cold as he said this. His mind still screamed at him, warning him that this could be a fatal mistake. “But, come back to me.”

“Always.” She squeezed his hand once more before stepping out onto the ice.

Shingen watched Terra gingerly step her way further and further out onto the ice and away from him. His heart was still beating so hard he could hear it in his ears as it rammed against his ribs. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as he watched her go further and further away from him. He could hear the ice groaning under her added weight. Even though she tried her best to distribute her weight over a wider area, it really wasn’t a possibility as she tried to steadily walk towards the child. Terra was half-way to the child when the boy stopped thrashing and his head fell beneath the water.

Terra seemed to throw her caution away as she now walked faster towards the hole in the ice the child had fallen through. It was getting thinner and thinner, and soon the ice began to crack around Terra’s bare feet.

“Shingen!” She called back to him. “I’m going to go under the ice! I’ll get the kid and swim him to the other side of the river. Be ready when I get there!”

She didn’t give him a chance to protest as she rammed her heel into the ice beneath her. It let out a sickening crack that radiated out from her in splinters. When she did it a second time, she fell through. Shingen was sure his heart had stopped beating for the few seconds she was under before surfacing again. He watched as she took a deep breath and then went under again without looking back at him.

He didn’t think as he sprinted back away from the shoreline and the crying mother. His feet just carried him as he ran across the bridge and to the opposite side of the river to wait for Terra. The water flowed freely on this side along the shoreline. It still looked black and dark. He couldn’t see Terra or the child.

How long had she been under? Surely she would’ve surfaced by now?

It felt like it’d been too long. His heart still hammered at his chest. Shingen felt like he couldn’t breathe as he waited, counting the seconds that passed. He was ready to throw off his jacket and clothes to dive into the frigid waters after her.

He counted to ten.

One.

Two.

Three.

He took off his haori and scarf.

Four.

Five.

Six.

He loosened his belt, ready to throw off his robes to dive in.

Seven.

Eight.

Terra broke the surface of the black water with a heavy gasp for air. She began to swim towards him, with the young boy in tow behind her. Her head of brown hair was barely visibly in the dark waters. Using all her strength against the fast current, she swam with powerful strokes through the freezing water. When she reached the shallows she picked the boy up, and ran splashing through the water to the shore. Her chest still heaving as she fought to catch her breath.

She laid the unconscious boy down on the shore, and began compressions. Her hands piled one on top of the other as she pushed into the boys’ chest and started to count to 30, before leaning down to blow two breaths into the child, and then starting again. Her long hair drenched with water ran over her back and stuck to her arms as she worked.

Terra began to shiver, with hands shaking as she worked to revive the child. Shingen laid his hoari over her shoulders, and began to rub her back through the fabric to warm her up. She kept working, putting all her remaining strength into the compressions.

Then suddenly the boy sputtered and began to choke up water. Terra rolled him onto his side, arranging his arm to support his head, and bending his leg to keep him secure on his side. He began to breathe normally again. His mother had joined them on the shoreline, throwing her jacket over him and firmly rubbing him through the fabric.

“Get him home.” Terra ordered the woman. “Get all his wet clothes off, and get him warm.”

“Thank you, miss. Thank you!” the woman cried, before going back to caring for her child.

Terra still hadn’t fully caught her breath. She seemed to take in short little breathes, nothing deep enough to expel the CO2 in her lungs. Her hands shook and she still shivered. Shingen wrapped her in his haori properly, and pulled her drenched form to his chest and helped her to stand. She still shook in his arms.

“We have to get you home now.” He said, bundling her up. “C’mere, you can’t run back to the castle. I’ll carry you back.”

Shingen steadied Terra before lifting her into his arms bridal-style. It was a testament to just how tiring the event had been because Terra didn’t protest at all as he held her close to his chest. She kept her arms close to her core, but turned her head to press her face into his neck. Her breathing hadn’t fully leveled out yet, at best guess Shingen thought this was because the cold water had somewhat put her into shock and stolen her breath away. The cold was limiting how deeply she could breathe, and he didn’t want her to pass out. It would be best to get her home and warm her up before this possibility could happen.

He ran them back to the castle as fast as he could. Ignoring the questioning looks of those he passed by. The sun was setting, and it was imperative that he get Terra indoors before the temperature dropped any further. By the time he reached the castle, he passed several maids who were beginning to turn in for the night. As he briskly walked through the halls he called to a few of them, asking them to get a fire started in his and Terra’s shared room and bring him some hot tea.

Once inside their room, Shingen lowered Terra to the ground so she could stand. Her teeth were chattering as she tried to talk to him.

“I-I need to get a-all the wet clothing off.” She stammered through, her hands were still shaking. And her fingers numbly tried to work at her clothing but she couldn’t get too far.

The maid had then just finished with the fire, and pulling the futon closer to it. She left quickly as another left the tea just inside the door, closing it behind her as she left the room. Now with their privacy, Shingen began to undress Terra. He tied up her long brown hair into a bun to get the wet hair off her back. Then he removed all her underclothes, leaving her naked and shivering in front of him. She wobbled on her feet before moving to the futon and climbing in under its covers close to the fire.

“Tell me what I can do to help.” He asked her, desperate to warm her up. Shingen realized then that his heart still hadn’t stopped hammering against his chest.

She’d curled up into a ball beneath the covers, but then extended a hand to him. “Sharing body heat helps. Take all your clothes off, and just hold me.”

Shingen undressed without hesitation, and slid under the covers naked as well. He pulled her close, cradling her head against his chest. Her skin felt like ice against him, and he couldn’t stop the shiver that worked its way through his body at her touch. Terra slid her leg over his hip, and grasped around him at his back holding herself against him. She let out a content sigh as she snuggled in close, burying her nose into his chest.

It was only now, in the safety of their room, lying with Terra in his arms in their shared futon did he allow himself to properly breathe for the first time since she’d made her way out onto the ice. The fire was steadily warming their room, and being so close to it, Shingen felt its heat against his face. Still though, Terra shivered in his arms. He could hear her actively trying to take deeper breaths, trying to calm herself after the surprising event she’d just gone through. It was only then that he allowed his mind to slow down, and go over everything that had just happened.

He’d been so scared.

He watched her walk across thin ice as it cracked around her. He’d been powerless to stop her as she fell through. Shingen didn’t realize it then, but he too began to shake as he held Terra firmly against his chest. He could see in his mind over and over again, the picture of his Love falling through the ice into frozen waters and then disappearing under into its depths. He should feel proud of her for saving a child’s life, but all he could feel was the heart wrenching dread of what could have been.

Terra could have died today.

Even having her in his arms almost didn’t feel like enough to really confirm she’d survived. As she shivered and adjusted herself closer to his warmth, Terra began to stroke his back as though he was the one needing comfort. His breathing began to hitch as the image of her taking a deep breath before plunging under the ice played over and over again in his mind. If she hadn’t made it back to him, if she hadn’t been able to swim against the current, if she hadn’t found the boy under the ice, if the cold water had been too much for her…

“Shingen?”

His thoughts came to a halt. He realized then that he’d started to cry, the wetness on his cheeks couldn’t hide it. His arms had gone rigid around her, holding her tightly against his chest with steel like strength. Slowly, Shingen worked to relax himself into her embrace. He realized then that she’d started to warm up again, and didn’t feel nearly as cold as before.

“I-I’m sorry, Love.” He barely whispered, but then leaned down to kiss her forehead more so to chase away his own thoughts.

Terra leaned back from his embrace to stare up at him, before brushing away his tears with fingers that were still far too cold. It felt like her frozen touch burned his skin worse than any flame. He reached up to catch her hand in his, and pull it down to his chest where the core of his heat was to warm her. Terra’s concerned gaze travelled over his face. Even in her state, she was looking out for him. It made his chest hurt and his eyes burn. What would he ever do without her? He couldn’t fathom the thought.

Her sharp brown eyes must’ve caught something in him, because before he realized it she’d shifted their positions so that she lay on top of him. Her legs straddled his hips, and her bare chest was pressed against his. Instinctively his hands landed on her hips, as she pushed herself forward to kiss him.

He gasped as her lips captured his. She pushed forward still to deepen the kiss as her cold hands came up to cup the sides of his face. Terra took control of the kiss, as if trying to physically remind him that she was right there in his arms. Insistently she tangled her tongue with his, biting down on his lip when she’d pull away, only to dive back in to steal his breath away. Shingen’s grip on her hips tightened as he held her firmly against him. Terra let out a little sigh of pleasure at his heavy touch. She knew she wasn’t going anywhere, so instead just surged forward with her kiss and with one cool hand raked her fingernails down over his chest.

“Terra!” he gasped out, feeling a warm flush of arousal through his body.

Terra’s lips left his, but trailed down and under his jaw. He moved his head to the side, allowing her to do as she wished. Her teeth grazed his throat before she kissed over his pulse and then back up to his ear.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered only for him.

Shingen found himself choking up again, his breath hitching in his throat. He’d still been terrified and just thinking about it again was making him feel like his heart was breaking. Terra caught this as well, and kissed her way back to his lips.

“I’m going to be just fine. Shingen I’m not leaving you ever.” Terra said against his lips.

She stopped her kiss, sitting back onto his hips to gaze down into his eyes. In the firelight her brown eyes looked like honey and living fire. There was a strength to her he’d seen many times before, powerful like a tigress, she had him captivated completely. Her eyes glowed and the strength of her naked body was fully on display. In this moment he couldn’t take his eyes off her. His Goddess.

Terra reached behind her head and untied her hair, allowing the long brown tresses to stream down her back. Her hair was still wet, but from being tied up in a bun it fell in rings around her shoulders. She still felt cool to the touch as Shingen allowed his calloused hands to travel over her hips and down her thighs. Her cool hands landed on his waist, causing a shiver to run through his body. The room was steadily heating up, and a fire began to grow in Shingen’s body as well.

He sat up from the futon, now with Terra firmly seated in his naked lap and kissed her. Where her kiss had been steady and reassuring, his was desperate and hungry. He wanted all of her right in that moment. With one arm like a vice around her waist, keeping her tightly against him, the other tangled into her hair behind her head. He kissed her relentlessly. It didn’t take long before she’d started to squirm in his lap as she kissed him back moaning out her pleasure. Her own interest becoming plainly clear as she panted between kisses and her nails dug into his shoulders.

Shingen loosened his grip around her waist just enough for her to shift up and reach down to take him into her hand before slowly taking him into her body until she was seated over him again. He’d always get a thrill of pleasure run down his spine as he was enveloped in her wet heat. Her deep sigh was like hearing angels sing. His need for all of her was almost too much. Her hips bucked against his, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body.

He broke his kiss with her, but continued along her jaw and neck before biting and sucking a mark into her neck. She leaned back in his embrace, and so he continued down her chest leaving his mark above her collarbone and another over her left breast. She shivered in his arms again, but Shingen noted that this time it likely wasn’t from the cold. Terra cupped his face in her hands and guided him back up to her lips.

“I love you.” She said softly, belying the intensity of her eyes holding his gaze.

Shingen’s fears started to crumble away. Terra didn’t feel cold anymore in his arms; only the coolness of her fingertips reminded him of snowflakes that would melt against his cheeks. He thought again in that moment of his Love’s strength. She’s never faltered or let him down in the past, always his equal and his support. Today had deeply frightened Shingen, but all the same it had confirmed to him that his trust in Terra is absolute. His hands that had been holding her hips now grazed up her back to her shoulder blades.

Terra smiled warmly down at him, “Still looking for those angel wings?”

“I’ll find them one day.” Shingen said with his own small smile.

Terra started to grind herself down onto his length, pulling sighs of pleasure out of him as he went back to kissing her neck. Her hands had found their way to his back, one gripping into his hair at the back of his neck and the other running over his shoulder. She began to rotate her hips, back and forth, in circles and bucking against him. Her moans of pleasure were enough to steal his thoughts away as he was still buried deep inside of her. And as the heat between them grew, Shingen’s need to make love to her was only getting stronger.

He shifted them then, and supported Terra’s back as he lowered her down onto the futon. Her hair splayed out behind her in waves. Her legs were spread for him with knees bent for his viewing pleasure in the firelight looking incredibly erotic in her nakedness. For all her confidence before, now she turned away from his gaze with a heavy blush. He leaned down then kissing his way over her neck, whispering his love for her and sweet nothings. Before long she was grasping at his back again, with her legs locked around his waist urging him on to continue.

He nearly pulled out from her then, before thrusting his length back into her body, eliciting from her a quiet moan of pleasure. His Love was never very loud, but as he made love to her in earnest she gradually let go of her control. Terra had her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as he thrust into her. Their movements weren’t rushed or frantic, rather a constant deeply penetrating strength of his body into her as he used his strength to take her completely. The emotional connection they maintained seemed more powerful still. She allowed herself to be completely enveloped by him, clinging on as her nails raked down his back and seeking his kiss between gasps of pleasure.

Time seemed irrelevant as their passion grew and her cries for him became more demanding, with her back arching up and her legs still around his waist pulling him in deeper. Shingen felt about ready to lose his steady control as she quietly begged for her release with choked out gasps of Please Shingen, please! He reached down between them then to rub at her tender core. Terra gave out a strangled cry as her legs tightened around him and she started to tremble and shake beneath him.

The simmering but powerfully growing need between them was hitting its apex. Terra’s slowly building climax reached its peak as she cried out with her back bowed, riding out its force that took her in waves. Her grip on him tightened, with her legs keeping him buried inside of her as she rode out her orgasm. It didn’t take Shingen much more than a few thrusts to follow her over the edge. Just watching her fall apart beneath him was enough to pull him over with her. Terra’s legs kept him tightly bound to her, not allowing him to pull away in the slightest.

His release hit him hard, his hips stuttering as he let out a deep groan as he came inside of her. Shudders wracked his body as he spent himself, and his arms suddenly felt weak as he still held himself above her. Terra pulled him down to her then, tenderly cradling his head against her chest where he heard her still rapidly beating heart. For several moments they just enjoyed the afterglow of their lovemaking, and Shingen found himself ready to drift off into sleep. But he roused himself, pulled away from her body and then lay back down beside her, sufficiently exhausted from their coupling.

Terra snuggled up against him, pillowing her head on his shoulder and throwing a leg over his and twining them together. Shingen noted she still trembled a little as he wrapped his arm over her back holding her close. It seemed tonight had deeply exposed her and she still sought his support. Shingen held her a little tighter, more than happy to have her in his arms as he kissed the crown of her head.

“I love you, Terra.” He said.

Terra shifted to wrap and arm over his chest, and made herself more comfortable in his embrace.

“I love you more.”

He chuckled warmly, knowing that his Love was going to be alright. The days’ events were behind them, and she was back to her normal body temperature. Her natural warmth burned like a fire against his side. Shingen reached for the blanket to pull over them both before contentedly falling asleep with his sleeping Goddess in his arms.

… … …

Several days later, Shingen and Terra were back in their shared office working on their individual tasks. However, Shingen had been reluctant to let her out of his grasp for more than what was deemed necessary. Terra didn’t seem to mind at all, allowing him to keep her close and even enjoying his touch.

They’d had a discussion about everything that had happened the morning after the event. Terra had told him that she valued his trust in her, but to also recognize how often she put her trust in him. Shingen had spent a long time after that thinking about all the times he’d left her behind to fight in skirmishes and lead battles. And he thought of how scared she must be every time he left. It was a shock for sure to finally understand the terrifying dread of losing the one you love most, but he also felt deeply sure of his earlier conclusion that he trusted Terra completely.

Now, sitting in their office working, he sat with his legs crossed with Terra in his lap. She leaned forward slightly to continue her writings of her manuscript, while he hooked his chin over her shoulder as he read over more documents that needed his attention.

A knock to their studies door roused Shingen from his readings.

“Lord Shingen, may I come in?” It was Yukimura.

Terra went to move out of his lap, but Shingen stopped her by embracing her from behind and firmly holding her against him. She snorted at his antics.

“C’mon in Yuki.” He called back.

His young vassal came in, only to blanch at seeing his lord and Terra so tightly involved.

Yukimura sputtered before saying, “Do you have to be so indecent? A warning would’ve been nice.”

“My dear Yuki, you know of my terrible affliction. I cannot bear to be without my Goddess.” He laughed back at his cranky young vassal.

Terra gave a small bark of laughter before moving to elbow him. Shingen stopped her by fulling enveloping her into his embrace in a hug that firmly kept her in place.

“Goddess?” Yuki snorted, “This boar woman-“

“Hey!” Terra interjected crossly.

“-Temptress, thing, has got you bent to her every will.”

Shingen hummed his agreement, pressing his cheek against Terra’s. “I am powerless to her.”

“You’re both gross.” Yuki just groaned at his Lord with his hands covering his face in defeat. “You have a visitor. A woman with her son. They say Terra jumped into the frozen river to save her kid. They wanted to thank you. I told them they were probably wrong.”

“I did jump into the river to save her kid.” Terra said crossing her arms over her chest.

Yuki wrinkled his nose at Terra but held his tongue. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Terra was a hero to have saved the young boy. And Shingen knew Yuki respected her in his own contemptuous way.

“We’ll go greet them.” Shingen said, allowing his embrace to loosen around Terra as she stood up.

He followed her to a more spacious meeting room, where Yuki then led the woman and the young boy to meet them. The woman graciously expressed her thanks to them, bowing deeply to Terra and saying how grateful she was to see her healthy. The woman pushed her son forward, who held a folded blue kimono in his hands. It was the one left behind at the river when Terra had undressed to follow the boy out onto the ice.

“Here you go miss- I mean, Lady Terra.” The boy corrected himself. “I learned my lesson. Mama says you saved me. I promise never to go out on the ice again.”

Terra bent down to the little boy and took the offered kimono. She smiled at the boy and ruffled his dark hair.

“Thank you, and good.” Terra beamed at the boy. “I’m glad to see you’re alright. I can tell you’ll grow big and strong when your older.”

“I told Mama I wanted to learn how to swim just like you!” the boy exclaimed proudly. “I wanna be a strong swimmer too, the best in the village!”

“That’s sweet; just make sure it’s in the summer ok?”

“Yes Lady Terra.” The boy conceded with more maturity and grace that a young boy his age should’ve possessed, bowing deeply to her.

They left not long after, with the young boy holding onto the sleeve of his mother’s kimono as he bounced along beside her.

… … …

It started to snow again as the sun began to set, staining the sky golden and red hues. Shingen found Terra standing out by the frozen gardens that were covered in snow. Again, Shingen noted she didn’t even seem fazed by the cold despite the events only a few days past, still dressed in a simple kimono with her long hair down. She stood gazing up at the sky as light flurries of snow fell around her. Every time she breathed out a puff of air followed, and her cheeks took on a rosy hue.

Terra reached out her hand to catch a falling snowflake in her palm. She seemed ever drawn to the cold. Even as a soft cold breeze hit Shingen’s face and a shiver worked its way through his body, Terra stood unbothered.

Shingen went out to join her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her against him. She looked up, meeting his gaze with one that seemed genuinely happy. Strangely she seemed to thrive best in the winter.

Without intending to, Shingen shivered again as he held her close. She frowned immediately.

“I swear, I tell you all the time to dress warm.” She admonished.

He leaned down to chastely kiss her lips and hummed softly, enjoying her warmth against him.

“I guess it’s your turn to warm me up tonight.” He said against her ear suggestively.

Terra crinkled her nose at him, stifling her laughter before taking his hand and leading him back inside the castle. He followed after his Love willingly and he thought to himself once again that truly his life had changed for the better the day he met her.

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ranmanjuu · 4 years ago

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Hey there how are you? This literally just came to my mind how will the warlords react to an mc who sees ghosts / spirits and talks with them?

i’m doing fine, thanks for asking! honestly, this is a concept that i’m very interested in (in fact, i had an idea something along these lines, though not quite, that was one of the factors why i made this blog in the first place) cause of the three ikeseries games i know, ikesen is the one who handles death the most (at least in terms of many lives lost, with war and whatnot.)

and i wish i can expand more but also! i’m Lazy

(disclaimer that the uses of sixth senses and how spirits/spiritual “energy” works here are of my own creation, cause in all honesty i don’t know shit abt them)

—nobunaga:

the ability to see the spirits of the dead, in the modern times, was. . .interesting, to sum it up.

living with it since you were a child, you’ve a lot of experiences that range from dread and scary, to extremely fascinating. in the world of constant normality, to a fault even, it’s a sort of (sometimes morbid) curiosity to interact with those who have passed.

however,,, not many times did you tap into scenarios where you got that close to how that person died.

occasional car crashes, although the ones you were bystander to were strangers to you. those you know who did, never you got to see die in front of your eyes. and frankly, you didn’t want to see it,

however, now,,, the world seems to have different plans for you.

out of all the periods, you were flung back to a war-stricken one. even worst, being practically taken in by who’s known as the ruthless unifier of japan.

it all started from the second day, the first battle you were dragged into. while you tried to block out the death you saw around you,,, the way nobunaga slashed the enemy commander would never leave your mind.

doesn’t help that later on you already saw the fire-like spirit, one that would resemble the man standing near the burning castle. reality set in for you at that moment; you’ll be seeing a lot of these.

each battlefield you were dragged into, you could see the spirits that would wander around, in agony, anger or otherwise. either while the flames of battle were swishing, or afterwards when you patched up the injured soldiers.

and almost each time you sense that anger was the thing that tied their spirit to the physical world (from the enemies, of course), somehow, in any way, nobunaga was a part of it.

and you can see why. you’ve heard stories, from the dead and alive, of the supposed atrocities he’s committed, and if you were honest, it created much more a distance.

perhaps it was because you knew much more clearer, the wishes the passed enemy soldiers would curse him for laying upon whatever damage he had. perhaps that was what would always haunt you, how they described his actions, that made you as tense as you were each time you visited the tenshu.

yet,, you always showed a level of care for him, that was clear the first night you went up to his tenshu to thank him for saving your life.

and slowly, you begin to see the truth of his actions. maybe there was more to him, you thought.

it made you believe much more in non-violence, which was why when the lord presented you with a gun or a sword to take his or your life,

you refused both outcomes.

you wanted to live, a burning desire to survive just like everyone else. but it goes without saying that you don’t want nobunaga to die either. not only rooted in the strong feelings you’ve grown regarding violence, but also. . .

“i don’t think i could bear to see your spirit lingering. i - i just don’t want—”

you let out a shuddering breath as the weigh of the wishes, regrets, stories, anger of the dead wash over you. so many lives have been lost—you feel like you’re simply a bearer, a messenger, for those who have passed.

you can’t even begin to imagine the ghost of nobunaga, whatever weigh he held even after death, and especially if you were the one to take his life.

“. . .what do you mean by that?”

you snap back as you look up at him, and realize that you’ve never really told him of your sixth sense. with a heaving breath, you look down to the gun and katana as you begin to explain.

explaining how you’re able to see soldiers, citizens, everyone, who was caught in the crossfire. both enemies and allies. stories of those who they’d lost, or those who’d lose them. unsaid goodbyes, sworn revenge, all of which were burnt into your mind.

their families, friends, who’ve waited for them, all of those haunt your mind until you feel like you live to tell the tale of the passed. countless nights, as you wonder if you’ll ever meet any of them, and if you’ll ever tell them how they’d felt. all the unsaid words.

slowly, he begins to understand clearer. your want for peace, your absolute disdain for death. the clear suffering you heaved, to honor each spirit.

and maybe, it’d lead to a change in him.

—kenshin:

you always found something. . .interesting about kenshin. you’d learn later that he’s the god of war, the ruthless dragon of echigo that took thrill in the most dangerous battles, but. . .something more to it.

it started when you two where alone in the field, where the fireflies rose as if the stars itself descended down to your presences. such was a sight to behold, kenshin standing amidst it all, having a thousand mile stare, to something lost. no words were said, you were all too mesmerized by the sight.

until, just as the luminescent bugs seem to flicker for just a moment, you see it. someone beside him, faded and clouded, and just as you blinked with a slight gasp, it disappears.

kenshin looks at you, the slight glow shining on his face, the moonlight and fireflies clashing together, “what is it?”

you look into his eyes, solemn and stern. “nothing.” you say, and so, it passes. but it wouldn’t be the last time.

it’s never happened when others are around, you took note. the next time was the night he put you in prison, your distraught was caught off guard last minute.

you see the flickers of a figure again, and this time, it lingers longer. you can see it clearer now. a girl, at around a teenager’s age with long hair. wordlessly, she looks at you with vacant, yet sad eyes, and walks away in the direction of kenshin.

you lean forward against the bars to look more, but. . .she’s gone.

and you keep seeing her, mainly whenever you and kenshin were alone together. hell, you’ve tried to talk to her when the man went away and she lingered, but. . .not even a single word was ever uttered.

as you grew closer and closer to the bunny lord, you’d see clearer his,, overbearing nature towards you, to an extreme needless to say. and soon, you’d learn why.

you listened to the tale and story from shingen, and silently, all the things clicked. that girl,,, it must be isehime then.

returning back to kenshin’s room, once you set eyes, you immediately notice the ghostly figure sitting in the middle. you take a breath, and step in. despite it not facing you, you know it can see you.

“. . .isehime, isn’t it?” you ask, and her head turns to you. with eyes delicately shining, you’d almost see them as if they were alive.

“so you’ve heard.” she answers, a soft whisper.

your eyes land on the ground, thinking, before they rise up to meet hers again, “. . .what is it that bounds your spirit to the living world?” such was a question you’d ask before, and you figured, now that you knew the story, you’ll get an answer.

she gazes at you with deep thought, then turns her eyes to the floor, “i just want to see him move on from what happened that day.”

everything was silent apart from her soft, echo-ish voice. “i know he’d eventually move on from the crush had i lived. and i too, i no longer like him when i was alive. however,” she looks at the clan crest with the same look kenshin had on the night of the fireflies field, “it hurts to see that it haunts him to this day. it hurts—and i can do nothing but watch. he holds a weigh of trauma, and i just—”

her head turns to you, “i just want him to move on. from the pain, the past, all of it.”

and the way she looks at you,,, it’s a look you’re familiar with. as you feel your own weight sink onto your shoulders, you knew, she’s relying on you.

and so it leads us here, now, by a small isolated place in the middle of the woods. you had this night, this one night, to convince kenshin to stop his war against the oda caused by an incident inflicted on you.

in the end, you do. with a promise that you’d stay by his side no matter how dark the road becomes, along with a ripped kimono. . .you hope for a better future for him, with you accompanying him on the rough journey.

through the trees, the faint figure of isehime begins to fade, and with a soft smile on her face, a melancholic look, she whispers to the night, “thank you. i’ll leave him in your hands.”

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