#ikesen nobunaga x oc

[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.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Behind The Veil - Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) ~ On Going

Summary:

A young woman, silent, yet extremely observant, finds herself in the middle of a carnage, along with her boyfriend, and ends up rescuing one of the most famous warlords in the History of Japan. They stare at each other, frowning at how weirdly they are dressed, but a single question makes the sky fall, and it shatters the reality and all the laws of physics and ration known to human-kind. Time-traveling exists.

Chapter 1 - A Demure Smile Chapter 2 - Unwritten Laws Chapter 3 - Tug of War Chapter 4 - Sutures Chapter 5 - Wabbit Season Chapter 6 - The Onsen Murder Chapter 7 - The Tiger's Invitation Chapter 8 - Starlight Sky Chapter 9 - Protecting You Chapter 10 - Smallpox Chapter 11 - Out Of Touch Chapter 12 - Poison Kiss

[sailor-brunette]

Late night OC posting. Did a picrew test design of my first (of hopefully many) Ikemen Sengoku OC. Her name is Mitsuri and she's gonna be paired with Nobunaga. As soon as I watch his route. Anyway. I don't have much of her yet except that she's an herbalist. As her for her personality,I don't have much on that either except that she's normally very sweet and kind,but when she gets pissed,WATCH OUT!!! Anyway...more on her and other OCs to come. Stay tuned.

Also,tagging some OC x canon peeps:

@theflyingzinniaumbrella

@kikiack

[oigimi]

my blog is about posting content no human being on earth other than me would find entertaining. on that note here is nobunaga and my oc andy if they had cringe 2013core lock screens of each other

[colourless-hydrangeas]

Mochizuki Haruki - Chapter 1

The Stranger

Pairing: Haruki(my Ikesen suitor OC) X reader

Content warnings: none

It was the autumn of 1573. It had begun to get chilly in Azuchi. A lot had happened since you first came here...

You had managed to earn the trust of the Oda Forces, but nobody could really catch your eye. By now, you have learnt much about the province and it's people.

The streets of Azuchi were safe at night, safe enough for a lone traveller to sleep under a wayside tree. It was all thanks to Nobunaga, who made sure to keep the town safe at all times.

One night, you were on a walk through the streets, wandering on and on, with no specific purpose in mind...

Until, you wandered into the woods. You would usually expect to meet Kennyo feeding the forest animals at this hour, but the man was nowhere in sight.

You kept wandering for a while, hoping to find Kennyo somewhere in the woods, till you noticed a dark silhouette by the stream.

It was a man unlike any you had seen. He turned towards you. The bitter smell of tobacco wafted in the air. In the pale moonlight, you could see a man, dressed in dark clothes, smoking a kiseru. He had an eyepatch over his left eye and a large scar across his neck, that almost made you wince.

"Greetings, Miss." The man spoke. "What brings a young lady to the woods at such an hour?"

You decided to muster up some courage and speak to him.

"I'm here on a walk."

"Oh? A walk, I see. Would you like to walk alongside me, then? These woods are not particularly safe, I'd have you know."

"Thanks, but I can protect myself."

"Heh, is that so?" The man chuckled lighty.

"Who are you? What are you doing at this hour in the forest?"

"Haruki. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss. May I ask your name?" He grinned, taking a drag of the pipe.

"I am Mai."

"That's a pretty name for a pretty lady, Miss Mai." Haruki let out a puff of smoke and extinguished the pipe.

You did not quite like the man's way of speaking. Too flirtatious, you thought.

"Thanks."

Haruki smiled at you once again, and extended his hand for you to take.

You were hesitant at first, but for some reason, you held his hand.

Holding hands, Haruki led you to the towards the town, telling you about the wild beasts and youkai who come out in the woods at night.

A typical 16th century guy, you thought to yourself.

"Where do you live, Miss Mai?" He questioned you as you both neared the castle. It almost seemed that he knew where you lived.

"Azuchi castle."

"Oh my, you must be the foreign princess who everyone has been talking about, since last year. How interesting." Haruki smiled.

"If you already know, why ask?" You mumbled, annoyed.

"Well, asking would not harm anyone, would it? Besides, we have just met."

"Stop trying to flirt with me."

"Oh? Does it look like that? Forgive me, I did not really intend to." His apology seemed feigned, and he said it with a grin, to make matters worse.

You decided to leave him and return back to the castle.

"If fate allows it, we shall meet again. Till then, farewell, Miss Mai." He smirked(he almost looked like he was smirking at you), and walked away into the distance, disappearing completely in the mist, as you watched him leave. Then, you made your way towards the castle gates.

What a strange man, I hope he isn't another weirdo... You mumbled under your breath as you walked towards your chambers.

[rikumorimachisgirl]

This scene though...

Me right now:

I so love Nobunaga!!! 😍💕😍💕😍💕

[dealwithwarlords]

IT’S SO HOT !!!

Nobunaga x Victoria

My art pls don't repost

The background is from the movie "The Wind Rises" by Hayao Miyazaki

[tiny-wooden-robot-fics]

Voyager - Five

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 (Four): Journey to Azuchi | Next Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest

Chapter Masterlist

Summary:

The young maid is waiting patiently for her. “Please don’t be shy, my lady,” the girl starts. “I have waited on a host of residents and guests at Azuchi. Some have been women, but most have been men. I think I have grown quite accustomed to seeing the human body in all its forms.”

Eri isn’t sure why this strikes her as so funny. “You poor thing,” she murmurs. “I’m sure you’ve seen much more than you’d like to.”

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Chapter Five: The Chatelaine of Azuchi

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

The words repeat themselves in Eri’s head, over and over again like a mantra. “I have to do this,” she murmurs to herself, “before the water gets cold and it’s even worse.”

She stares down at the large basin of water and the small pouch of herbs and exfoliant she’d been given. For the umpteenth time, she curses the lack of modern technology available to her - no Google search to tell her how this is supposed to work - as she picks up one of the squares of fabric that acts as a washcloth. 

“You can do this, Eri. If you can pee and poop in the woods, you can bathe from a bowl of water. You have to do this if you want to get clean.” Indeed, she is filthy from the trip from Honno-ji to Azuchi, and the basin of water and the pouch are her only tickets to getting clean. With a sigh, she begins bathing herself, trying not to think about how badly she wants a modern-day shower. 

When she has finished, the water in the basin is brown, but she feels cleaner than she has in days. The maids said they would come back and retrieve the dirty water, she remembers. But I’d hate for anyone to see this… 

And then there is the matter of the clothes. 

Eri didn’t miss the strange looks she received as she followed Ishida-San to the quarters that had been prepared for her. Her tunic and leggings, she’s sure, must have caused quite a stir. She has been given a few kimonos to wear, but Eri has very little experience dressing herself in the traditional Japanese clothing. She’s standing in the middle of the room with several pieces of clothing in her hands when there is a knock on the shoji. 

“My Lady?” The maid is calling from outside of the room. “Excuse me, may I come in?”

Frantically, Eri opens the kimono in her arms and drapes it around her, trying to cover herself as she moves behind the bathing screen once more. “Yes,” she calls. “You may come in.” 

She hears the shoji slide open and then clack shut. Eri peeks her head around the edge of the screen. The young maid is standing in the center of the room uncertainly, and when she catches sight of Eri, she smiles almost shyly. “I-I’ve come to retrieve your bathing water,” the girl says. “If it pleases you.”

“Oh, right,” Eri scrambles to move aside and let the girl behind the screen. In her haste, she bumps the basin. Dirty water sloshes over the side of the bowl, spilling onto the tatami, and Eri feels the curses bubbling up in her throat. 

“Don’t worry,” the young maid smiles at her reassuringly. “I’ll bring something to clean up the spill.” She turns to go, but Eri’s hand on her shoulder stops her. Puzzled, she looks back at Eri.

“Please,” Eri says, bowing slightly. “When you return, would you… would you be so kind as to help me with my clothes? I’m… not used to wearing the kimono.”

The young woman seems surprised, but there is kindness in her eyes. “I would be happy to, My Lady,” she smiles after a moment. “I will return shortly.” 

***

True to her word, the young maid comes back quickly, carrying a bundle of cloths and a small basket of what appear to be oils. After wiping the spilled bath water from the tatami, she holds the basket out to Eri. “Please forgive me. We forgot to bring them in when we brought your clothes,” she explains. “They’re oils and creams, for your skin…” She hesitates. “And your hair, if you need it.” She looks shyly at Eri’s fluffy, tight curls. 

This makes Eri laugh. “I’m very grateful,” she says candidly. 

“I will wait, if you wish to apply the body oils before you dress.”

Nodding, Eri ducks behind the screen again, taking the basket with her. There is a large assortment of bottles and pots, none of which are marked, and so she opens the tops one by one, smelling them for an indication as to what’s inside. She uses the creamier concoction on her skin, pleased with the warm, spicy fragrance. I’ll do my hair later, she decides, looking wistfully at the combs that have been placed in the basket. She comes out from behind the screen, once more wrapped loosely in her kimono. 

The young maid is waiting patiently for her. “Please don’t be shy, my lady,” the girl starts. “I have waited on a host of residents and guests at Azuchi. Some have been women, but most have been men. I think I have grown quite accustomed to seeing the human body in all its forms.” 

Eri isn’t sure why this strikes her as so funny. “You poor thing,” she murmurs. “I’m sure you’ve seen much more than you’d like to.”

The girl shrugs, motioning for Eri to remove the kimono. “It’s all part of being an Azuchi maid, I suppose.” 

She watches and listens carefully as the young lady explains each piece of clothing and what it’s for before helping Eri don it. Eri is surprised to learn that there is no equivalent to panties here - there is merely something called a hadajuban. Eri compares it to a modern-day slip, though it’s much shorter. She is less surprised to learn that there are no bras; the young lady helping her dress offers her the option to lightly bind her breasts. Eri declines - the idea of a Sengoku-era sports bra does not appeal to her - but asks if there’s any way for her obi to be tied tightly and higher up to provide some semblance of support. 

Once the young maid has finished helping her dress, she leads Eri over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. “There you are,” she says, satisfied with her work. “I know that there are a lot of pieces to remember, but you’ll get used to them in no time at all.”

The fit of the clothing is much more snug than she would like, she notes. She supposes it can’t be helped - the woman who either made them or owned them before her was obviously of a different body shape and size. Still, they are clothes that she didn’t have before - clean clothes- and she is thankful for them. Gratefully, she turns toward her helper. “I can’t thank you enough,” she says, clasping the girl’s hands in her own. “Please tell me, what is your name?”

Surprised, the girl looks up at her. “Miya Haruka,” she answers politely with a bow. “I like to be called Haru, if it pleases you.”

“I’m pleased to meet you,” Eri says, offering her own bow. “My name is Davidson Valerie, but please call me Eri.”

“Lady Eri,” Haruka smiles. “It’s a pleasure to serve you.” She bows slightly again. “Oda-Sama would like to see you when you are ready.”

“Oh,” Eri exclaims softly. “Will you show me where I can find him?”

***

Of course his rooms are up here, she thinks to herself as she climbs the steps to the tenshu. Powerful man on top of his game chooses to live in the highest part of his castle. 

She pauses in front of the room Haru had told her Oda Nobunaga spends most of his time in. It’s lit from inside; she can see the soft glow of lamps through the thin paper of the shoji. 

“Do you plan to stand there all night, or are you going to come in?” His deep, heavy voice reaches her through the door, and it makes her jump. Of course, she realizes. He can see my silhouette. The shoji is thin, after all. 

She slides the door open and enters the room, sliding the shoji closed behind her with a soft clack . “Oda-Sama,” she addresses him, bowing slightly. 

“Come, sit.” He commands her without looking up at her. As usual, he is reading - this time, a thick book. 

She suppresses a sigh, moving over to where he is sitting and positioning herself on the cushion across from him. After a minute more of reading, he sets his book aside and raises his head to look at her. “I trust you’ve been shown to your quarters and given what you need.”

Eri nods. “Yes. Ishida-San and Haru - the young maid he assigned to help me  - were both very kind.” 

“Good.” He looks her over. “I’m quite fascinated by you,” he says openly. 

“I’m not sure how to respond to that.”

“I wish to know more about you.” He leans back, reclining on his armrest. “You appeared in the temple at Honno-ji just in time to save my life, yet you say you have no recollection of how you got there. You wear strange clothing. Your skin color and your hair are different. You speak fluent Japanese. You did not know who I was when you saved me.” He cocks his head to the side, studying her. “And you seemed to be offended when I asked about your husband.”

“I told you, I don’t have a husband.”

He laughs. “Yes, you did tell me that. Three times now.” He raises an eyebrow, his gaze turning serious, thoughtful. “And yet you will tell me nothing else about yourself.”

You wouldn’t believe me even if I did. “Respectfully, Oda-Sama, I don’t know what you wish to learn about me.”

“Where do you come from? Yasuke says you are not of his land.”

“I’m from the West,” Eri says vaguely. World history was never her strong suit, but she’s fairly certain that the America she comes from is a long way from existing in this world. “But I have been living in Japan for many years now.”

“‘The West’,” he repeats. “Someday I should like to know more about this West.”

She falls silent. 

“Do I frighten you?” 

He asks it casually, and briefly Eri wonders if it’s a trick question. She inhales deeply, considering her words carefully before speaking again. “I don’t believe that you mean me any harm,” she starts thoughtfully. “You’ve never been… cruel to me. You’re letting me stay in your home and giving me a large measure of responsibility.”

“But still you do not say whether or not I frighten you.” He laughs again. “You are, I have discovered, very skilled at answering questions without truly answering them. I should warn Mitsuhide,” he continues, “that his job may be in danger.”

Eri isn’t sure what that means, and she isn’t sure she wants to know. 

“You should go and see the seamstresses tomorrow,” he says, turning his attention back to his book. “They will sew clothes made for your measurements.”

Her face flushes with embarrassment. “I—”

“The women of Azuchi are shaped differently,” he interrupts her. “It will not do for the chatelaine of the castle to continue to be seen wearing ill-fitting clothing.”

Fuck you, she thinks. Her face is still warm with embarrassment, and she feels hot, angry tears prick at her eyes. Asshole—

“Have I offended you again?” He’s looking up at her.

“Yes, actually, you have,” she manages. “Don’t you know that it’s rude to comment on a woman’s body that way?”

Once again, her words seem to genuinely surprise him, and he sets his book aside. “You seem to be under the impression that I was commenting negatively on your body.”

“Weren’t you?”

He seems to find this amusing. “No, I wasn’t,” he says simply, holding her gaze. “If you must know, I find your body quite fetching.”

She falls silent again, unsure what to say. He studies her for a moment more, then turns back to his book. “You may go.”

***

It isn’t until their server has returned to the table that Valerie realizes she and Shinichi are the only patrons left in the restaurant. Glancing down at her watch, she gasps, realizing they’ve been sitting and chatting for just over three hours. 

“Excuse me,” the server says apologetically. “We are closing soon.”

“I’m so sorry,” she says, rifling through her purse for her wallet. “We didn’t mean to…” 

“You can put them both together on this,” Shinichi says, handing his credit card to the server. “We’re very sorry for overstaying our welcome.”

The server bows slightly, promising to return quickly. Shinichi turns to face Valerie. She’s gaping at him, eyes wide. “You didn’t have to,” she manages.

“I wanted to,” he reassures her with a sweet smile.

“I— thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” he says, the sweet smile still in place. “I don’t think I’ve had a conversation that enjoyable in a very long time.” He hesitates. “I know that you’re just visiting here,” he continues, “but would it be alright if we exchanged email addresses?”

Oh, she thinks. Is he…? She considers his question for a split second, and finds she would like to see him again, to talk to him again. “Yes,” she says, flashing him a smile of her own. “I would very much like that.”

Previous Chapter (Four): Journey to Azuchi | Next Chapter (Six): No Easy Conquest

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Chapter 1 - A Demure Smile

It was a lovely evening of Spring, not too hot, yet not too cold either. It was the perfect time for two people, a woman and a man, to casually walk through the illuminated streets of the beautiful Kyoto. The night was starry, and a calming breeze was enough to calm everything down, and pass along the beautiful perfume of the blooming flowers.

The couple was carrying some big luggage, yet they were both dressed elegantly - Not too posh, not too casual either - Just enough to pass off as respectable people. They were planning a long awaited trip, and their car was close-by, yet they decided to take a short detour, the weather was that lovely.

However, in the spur of the moment, almost as if in the blink of an eye, really, the beautiful night turned into a complete mayhem, as sudden thunders were heard in the distance, and the lightning struck dangerously close, and blindingly bright. And then, a torrential rain poured over them. The two looked at each other, ready to run away to cover, back at their car, only to feel a killing dizziness take over them... 

A mixing vertigo was enough to make the two faint on the spot.

The red haired woman, Katrina, with some difficulty, opened her eyes, realising the dizziness passed - But she was alone. She didn't panic, not yet, at least, as she figured out that not only was she alone, but she was in a completely different place altogether. In front of her, there were no more building, nor shops or the beautiful trees from down the road - Instead, a temple alit by flames was the sole thing she saw through the billowing scorching smoke that was obscuring her vision.  In fact, she was in this wooden building, and she had to run the hell away, before it collapsed on her, or she asphyxiated on the Carbon Dioxide.

She covered her nose and mouth inside the trench coat hanging from her shoulders, and just as she was about to leap the hell away from there, she noticed a man laying on the ground, seemingly asleep or knocked out. He was dressed in what looked like a suit of armour from long ago... Like a samurai. Or something close to that. Approaching him, another man, dressed in robes, of a rich purple and possibly green, raised what looked like a cane or a staff, along with a glimmering blade - It seemed to Kat that he had murderous intentions.

Not sure of what to do, or whether to act in any way, she decided to take a piece of rubble and hurl it at the assailant. "Leave him alone!" she yelled at him as she rushed to the unconscious man's side, shaking him awake until finally he lethargically opened his eyes.

"Who are you?" his voice was deep, possibly made even deeper by the way he was so deep into his sleep.

"Later. You were about to get killed, and this place will collapse soon. We've got to escape." the red haired girl grabbed him by the arm, helping him up, and together, they ran away from there, just in time to watch the temple collapse to the ground. "That was close." the woman muttered, getting in a crouched position, trying to ground herself and ease her breathing.

"Someone tried to do away with me while I slept? Audacious, but foolish. Killing my guards and getting that close to me is another matter." the man huffed, glaring at the temple with resentment.

"Say what you will about that assassination attempt, but it was almost successful." the woman sighed as she got up and used her sleeve to wipe the soot away from her face. However, her beautiful outfit was a mess. The black turtleneck, the black jeans, the boots, her watch, jewellery... Everything was covered in soot and ashes.

"You saved my life. You may be some girl the monks snuck in for amusement, but I owe you my thanks." he said, looking the girl up and down, analysing her and her weird attire.

She looked at him, and said nothing for a while. She was always the kind to either be silent or, in the cases she wanted to speak, to collect her thoughts and think before letting those ideas get out of her mouth. "I'd rather you not make such obsolete assumptions." came her response, her arms crossed defensively over her chest, as she looked away, offended.

"What were you staring at? Surely, you know who I am." his rough voice came out as cold and bored.

"...Sorry, I really don't know." she muttered, not daring to look at him, yet she wasn't afraid, just uncomfortable.

"You saved me without knowing who I am? Not expecting reward or favour?" he asked, almost as if shocked by her words.

"Promise to ask for your identity card next time." she pulled her trench coat closer to her, almost as if it was her only defense mechanism available.

"So be it. I shall tell you my name. I am the man who will rule all under the sun-" he began, as the girl noticed a confident, devilish smirk growing on his face.

"Not interested." she deadpanned, turning away to look into the horizon, scanning the place for any other person... Or any clue as to where she was and what was going on.

"What?" he blinked, not expecting such a response. "You're a curious one, woman. No one's ever spoken so impudently to me before." he spoke, but she didn't even turn to look at him or acknowledge he spoke. "You intrigue me, which is almost as worthy of praise as saving my life." he let out a loud, amused laugh, and the devilish glint in his eye only glimmered brighter. Katrina merely hummed in approval, absent-minded. "I am the Lord of Azuchi Castle and the Daimyo of Owari, Nobunaga Oda."

For the first time since the beginning of the conversation, Katrina turned to properly get a look at him. Then, with concern and worry painted on her face, she turned to look back at the temple. The name 'Honno-Ji' was engraved on the gate. Putting her hand on her forehead, the woman turned her gaze back to the brunet man, looking him in the eyes with a very exhausted look. "Please don't tell me the year is 1582."

"With what purpose would I lie about the year we are in?" he asked, seeing the girl close her eyes and slap her forehead. As soon as she opened her eyes again, she let out a dejected sigh.

"Things got very problematic and complicated all of a sudden." it seemed to him that she was made to take care of 100 naughty children, that's how done with life she looked.

"What are you doing that for? I've given you my name, now it is your turn." that wicked smirk on his face grew wider. Before she got to answer, however, he took a step forward and took her chin in his hand, raising her head as he forced her to meet his dark, abyss-like eyes. "Give me your name."

"Don't do that please, it is rude." she calmly put her hand over his, taking a step backward. "My name is Hasashi Katrina." she informed him.

"Katrina, huh? An unusual name, but rather pretty." he mused at her.

"...Thank you? I will inform my mother that you thought so." she raised her eyebrow questioningly, yet looked to the side, uncomfortable. "Listen, I-... Uhm..." the girl fidgeted on her spot, biting her lip and trying to come up with a viable question, but her attempts were drowned out by a loud voice, calling out her name, along with the loud sound of a large group coming their way.

"Nevermind..." she muttered in a low, barely audible voice.

"Lord Nobunaga, you are safe!" a man dressed in white and purple, with grey hair and a calm expression, called out and rushed to their side.

At the same time, Drew, Katrina's boyfriend, hurried and pulled her roughly to his side, making her uncomfortably stumble over her own feet. "Calm down." she muttered, putting her hands over her chest to pull some distance between them. It wasn't proper to behave that way in front of people, especially strangers.

"Why are you rejecting me?!" the man was angry, and it grew more as the girl shushed him, paying attention rather to the strangers' interactions, than to him.

"Mitsunari? Why are you here? Where is Hideyoshi?" Ishida Mitsunari... Toyotomi Hideyoshi... Oh dear. No bueno.

"Lord Hideyoshi sent me ahead. He should be here shortly." then, Mitsunari looked at the raging flames dancing everywhere around the collapsed temple and frowned gravely. "We received information about an assassination attempt. It appears to have been true. I had my men search the grounds, but whoever it was had already fled. If I may ask, who is this? I saw the two of you leave the temple together." 

"Katrina, present yourself to my subordinate." Nobunaga ordered simply.

"I am-" she began, only to be cut shortly by the man dressed in a dark red shirt who put his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them enough for her to blink in pain and bite her lip.

"Her name is Katrina, and she is my girlfriend. I am Drew." the possessive poison in his voice made the girl want to throw herself in the nearest well and end her life from the embarrassment she was feeling.

"I'd... Rather speak for myself." she muttered after a tense silence.

"I believe I asked the woman who saved my life, not her lackey." Nobunaga's glare sent shivers through the modern man's spine, but he didn't budge. Stupid man ego.

"Please, this is on me. It was rude of me not to introduce myself first. My name is Ishida Mitsunari. I serve at the side of Lord Hideyoshi, Lord Nobunaga's right-hand man." the grey-haired man spoke with curtesy, in a gentle voice.

"It is a pleasure meeting you. I am Hasashi Katrina." the girl bowed slightly at the man as a greeting.

"I don't know who she is, but she woke me up and saw me to safety." Nobunaga informed his vassal.

"She did! I can't thank you enough for protecting our Lord's life." Mitsunari thanked the girl, who could only blush slightly from the embarrassment for having so much attention on her. 

"Please, do not thank me. I did nothing worth of praises." she shook her head lightly, biting her lip.

"But what brought you here tonight?" he asked again, a bit suspicious. "You don't appear to be a nun, and your outfit is unusual. Are you from abroad?"

"Ah... You wouldn't believe me if I told you." she scratched the back of her neck awkwardly, trying to find some words to explain what happened.

"We're from the future." Drew spoke without thinking, which only made the girl roll her eyes and sigh loudly. "Great." she muttered, done with life.

"What?!" both the lord and the vassal exclaimed in shock at the same time.

"Can we... Have this conversation over tea or something? It's... A lot to explain." she tried to explain the situation.

"It's not so much to explain. We got stuck in a thunderstorm that made us time-travel to this point in the past. We are from 500 years in the future." the man explained simply, making his girlfriend put her hand over her forehead in disbelief.

"Quite the story-teller too, yet I've never heard such an absurd story!" Nobunaga barked a laugh.

"The smoke and tiredness from the journey must be disorienting, I'm sure. Sit down over there, try to get some fresh air. Someone will bring you a change of clothes. Once you're freshened up, you'll feel much better." the man said in a sweet voice.

"Thank you for your consideration, Mitsunari." she spoke graciously, only for the grey-haired man to take her hands in his, holding them until a soldier came up with a bundle.

And thus, a light, yellow kimono, along with an orange haori were brought for the girl, while her boyfriend was given a plain, green one. Once they were changed - Thankfully, using different tents - Mitsunari guided the two to the center of the hastely-put up camp. He then went ahead to bring them both a cup of warm water to clear their throat. The only other person around was Nobunaga, whose gaze lingered on the girl who couldn't look at him because of that. Drew's hand went over her shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he pulled her to his side. She said nothing.

In that instant, another man, with white hair and dressed in white and aquamarine, made his way to the Lord, with a concerned, yet somehow passive expression.

"Lord Nobunaga, are you alright?" this man asked, stepping in front of the brunet lord. The first thing Katrina noticed about him wasn't his snake-like smirk that followed soon after the concerned look, but the beautiful rifle that hung from his waist. 

"Mitsuhide?" Nobunaga seemed surprised to see him here. The man who, in the future, is known as Nobunaga's traitor, the one who had him killed here, seems concerned in all the weirdest ways about his Lord.

"I hurried here when I heard about the attack, but it seems there was nothing for me to worry about." he spoke, the smirk gracing his features seeming more natural than the concerned one.

"You, worry? Don't make me laugh. I've never even seen you sweat." Nobunaga seemed amused and at ease around him, as if they were old friends.

As they had this exchange of words, another man, with messy chestnut hair, burst through, much louder - And he seemed more genuine in his concerns too. "Lord Nobunaga, are you alright?!" he, too, asked, in a more shouted voice.

"Hideyoshi. The only injury I suffered is to my pride in letting my assailant escape." Nobunaga's hand casually traced his sword's handle, a serious expression on his face.

"At least you're alive! And it's thanks to my girlfriend! You could be a bit more grateful, you know?" Drew glared at the Lord, making Kat hide her face in her hands in shame.

"Well, aren't you outspoken and rude?" Hideyoshi glared at the man, whose grip on the girl tightened enough for her to jolt her arm away from him and walk towards the warlords.

"Please don't mind him. My name is Hasashi Katrina, it is a pleasure meeting you." she spoke, gracing them with a bow.

"She is the one who saved my life." he spoke so casually, as if it meant nothing at this point.

"Forget it. It's nothing worthy of so much attention." her voice was calm and demure, never once wavering.

"You saved Nobunaga...? My, and you're such a slender thing. But it appears your courage makes up for it." Mitsuhide praised the girl, who could only sigh and look away, saying nothing more.

"Mitsuhide, what are you doing here?" Hideyoshi asked accusatory.

"I was wondering the same thing. I didn't know you were in Kyoto. What about the campaign?" Mitsuhide asked with a similar tone.

"When I heard about the threat on Lord Nobunaga's life, I dropped everything to come here. But I never heard anything about you being in Kyoto." came the dead pan response.

"Are you implying anything?" Mitsuhide asked with a cold sneer.

"Can you swear before our Lord you weren't plotting anything?" Hideyoshi glared at the man - They seemed like arch-nemesis.

Katrina, feeling uncomfortable with the horribly tense silence, cleared her throat and casually spoke up. "If my testimony matters for anything, the man who tried to kill Nobunaga was wearing deep purple and green robes - Not armor - and held a staff and a sword. Also, he was tall and pretty burly... And I'm pretty sure he was brunet. That's, uhm... All I was able to see through the smoke and fire. I'm sorry I can't be of more help." she spoke, only to be received with even more silence, yet now everyone was looking at her now. "I-I mean... I just think it wasn't Mitsuhide... Because his outfit is pristine clean, while my outfit was completely ruined, and he doesn't look like that man either... Uhm..." she coughed awkwardly. "Please don't fight in my presence, it makes me very uncomfortable." she crossed her arms to her chest, looking down.

"Katrina, was it? Stay out of this." Hideyoshi's harsh voice became directed towards the red haired girl, who could only remain silent. "We'll settle things with you later, and learn why you've schemed to get so close to Lord Nobunaga."

"...Sure." she simply shrugged her shoulders, not caring about any implication. "No good deed goes unpunished with you, I see." her snark towards Hideyoshi made the silver haired fox snigger.

"Enough, Hideyoshi. Regardless of what bring Mitsuhide here, I am alive and well." and with that, Hideyoshi visibly relaxed and apologised to his Lord. "Hideyoshi, Mitsuhide... And you... Whatever you name was. Give us a moment, I have something to discuss with Katrina." Nobunaga ordered the three man.

"What?! Why the hell do you want to stay alone with my girlfriend? I won't allow it!" Drew's loud and annoying voice came through, making the girl hide her face in her hands.

"Please, just... Stop making a scene. Step aside, it's just talking." she tried to make him go quiet, but he didn't. In the end, both Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide took Drew by each arm and got him out of there. "I'm very sorry about him. He, uhm... Well... Nevermind. What did you want to talk to me about?" she sighed, exhausted, yet her voice was as calm and collected as always.

"Your bold lies about coming from the future aside, you saved my life. I'm intrigued by you. You're a woman who carries fortune's favour, of that, I'm certain. You have a man by your side, yet he's not man enough to be worthy of you. How would you like to rule the world at by side?" Nobunaga's strong arm snaked around her waist, drawing her flush against his chest.

"U-Uhm... That's uhm... You're making me uncomfortable, being so close." she said after registering what was going on. She then put her hand on his arm to get him to let her go, and she stepped backwards - For the second time that day. "As I said previously, I would like to clarify the incident of us coming to this place. I... I am not a liar. I do come from a future time, yet since you do not believe us - Understandably so, might I add - I will have to show you proof of that." her voice was as mellow and collected as always. "Also... I have been alive for 25 years and I don't remember any time when I was lucky... So I hope you don't actually fool yourself into believing I'm some kind of... Lucky charm." the girl explained - And he slowly looked up to see the look on his face. He was stunned, at first, but then, he started laughing.

"One of a kind, aren't you? I hope you'll speak more in the near future. It is a pleasure listening to your voice and the eloquent and calm words you're uttering." and thus, he put his hand on her back, guiding her to the horses outside.

"Don't flatter me." she muttered with an awkward cough. "So, uhm... Do I get a horse too?"

"You will be riding with me." and thus, he effortlessly got up on his very tall black stallion.

"U-Uhm... Wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to ride by myself?" the girl asked awkwardly, fidgeting on her feet; She loved horse-riding, and although pair-riding looked awesome in movies, she couldn't imagine how it would be in real life.

"Are you a confident full-speed horse-rider? bingo.

"... I guess not. I didn't get past the trotting and slow-running lessons..." she nodded in understanding. "So, uhm... How do I get up? I only ever got up on a horse when I was by myself." she chuckled lightly and a bit nervously.

"What do you mean - Riding with that guy?!" Drew's voice echoed angrily through the place. "That's my girlfriend, she'll be riding with me!" his words and tantrum made the girl hide her face thoroughly with the long sleeved of the haori. 

"Give me your hand, Katrina." peeping through the draping sleeves, she saw the man encouraging her with a smirk, as he leaned down, extending his hand towards her.

She slowly stepped towards him, only to flinch and draw away her hand as soon as her boyfriend stomped over to her, yelling some more. It was a bit of a chaos, and Hideyoshi was trying to fight with him into obeying already to reason, while Mitsuhide was mocking him. Biting her lip, she focused on tuning out every bit of external sounds and shifted her gaze toward the Lord's hand - And with a spur of firey bravery, she let her hand fall over his like a discarded flower petal - And then she found herself on the horse, pulled with one swift and fluid movement, in Nobunaga's arms.

"Holy cricket." she let out a flabbergast breath of shock as she looked up at the brunet man, not even feeling the nervousness or awkwardness, only being amazed by what just happened. "That was so cool. I thought these things were only possible in movies. I was wrong." she blinked in surprise, only to look down and cover her mouth with her sleeve, letting out a silent chuckle.

"You seem easily impressed. Are men from your life that boring?" he jabbed at her with a smirk on his face.

"A-Ah... W-Well... Uhm... I-I suppose you could say that." she stammered, not really wanting to insult anything, but she seriously doubted she ever met a man who could do that with such ease.

"What a pitiful place filled with fools!" he barked tauntingly. "I will have Mitsunari prepare room a for you and that man when we arrive to Azuchi. In the meantime, I would like to have that discussion over tea you talked about." it was more of an order than a request, but Katrina didn't mind. She didn't feel threatened by the man, at least for now.

"Alright." she nodded and tried to relax, matching her breathing with the rhythm of the horse. "Separate rooms, please." that comment made the man smirk - No woman likes obnoxious brats like him. 

It was weird, sitting like that on a horse, not to mention, with someone else in the same saddle, but you get used to it fairly easy, she thought to herself as she let her mind forget about anything modern and just allowed herself to lean back into his chest and admire the rising Sun, despite the feeling of drowsiness she was feeling from everything going on. In spite of the chest armor, she felt rather comfortable in his arms like that. Yes, the rhythmic up and down almost got her hypnotised, but... She felt warm and safe right where she was.

As soon as they arrived, Nobunaga didn't wait for everyone to introduce themselves to the two new-comers. Instead, he jumped off the horse and picked the girl up with ease, like a feather, then dragged her to his room, all while instructing Mitsunari on the accommodation required.

Then, as soon as they got to his room, he took off his heavy armor and sat down in front of his desk, waiting for the servants to pour tea for the two of them. Katrina sat down opposite of him, finally letting go of the small bag she had been taking care of more than her own life, and she clutched it in her hands.

She then unclenched her fingers from around it and moved her hands gingerly around the tea cup, and let herself embrace the warm feeling going down her throat, soothing her senses, a calm smile gracing her features. Finally - She was peaceful.

"I want to hear your story and proof now. Later on, when everyone has gathered, I will have a meeting and discuss everything of importance - And that includes you and the one whose name I refuse to bother to remember." hearing him address that way to Drew, she had to look down and cover her face so she could stifle a chuckle.

"Alright, I understand. I am happy that you are willing to listen to what I have to say." she said in a soft voice, after after a few seconds of silence, she opened her bag and looked at everything she had, putting it on the table. "This is a phone, this is a phone charger, an external battery, my wallet - Along with my lip balm, money, cards, keys, chewing gum, my identity card, my driver's license... Here I have a bottle of soda... Some tissues... Ah? I forgot I had my surgical gloves and spare scalpel, scissors and forceps. Why do I still keep them here?" the girl muttered, carefully examining her own instruments.

"These contraptions look foreign. I will await explanation on their usage." he spoke patiently, picking each object with care and analysing every inch of them.

"Let's see... " and thus, with the patience and calm of a princess, she took each object in her hand and explained what they were, how they were used, what they were made of and so on. It seemed to captivate the man significantly, as he didn't want her to stop talking.

"Interesting. The future seems bright and very technologically advanced and developed. So you say, with this device, I could contact anyone from across the globe by just tapping my finger on the... Screen?" he somehow managed to find the button that lights up the phone's screen, and saw the picture of the girl speaking to him, smiling happily as she let a small, black puppy lick her face. "What is this?"

"Oh... Ahaha... Sorry, that's embarrassing. Well... Most people put their lockscreen picture as something they want to see often... And that... Well... I had a puppy. She passed away recently and I really miss her. I loved her a lot. This picture makes me tear up every time I look at it, but at the same time, it makes me smile, so I don't have the heart to change it. Although... By the time I get back home, this phone will already have its battery drained, so I won't be able to see her again until then." the girl sighed pitifully, only to shake her head and regain herself. Then, she put her finger on the unlocking sensor, showing him the wallpaper. 

"People in your time value their animal companions dearly, I see." he affirmed, seeing the drastic change of expression on the girl's face. Nostalgia, pain, sorrow, but also a sweet and pure kind of love and beauty were painting her visage. 

"Yes... Very often, they mean to us more than children or spouses or other family members. The beauty of having a pet dog is that it loves you unconditionally. It doesn't judge you, nor does it bring you harm, or demands anything from you. It just... Exists to bring you happiness whenever you return home after a dreadful day at work." she smiled sadly, bringing her hand to her eyes, softly tapping away the wet glimmering of forming tears from her lids with the back of her hand.

"I am sorry for your loss. The way you describe your world, it seems almost as harsh as ours. A lonely place." he noted, only for her to tilt her head just a tiny bit.

"We live in the same world, yet different eras. Humanity is still humanity, facing the same hardships as they always have, through the years, since the forming of the Earth, only it is disguised under different veils and it has different-looking layers." she turned to give him an enigmatic smile. "This picture here... It is called a wallpaper. Like the one you put on the walls in a house. It is me and my best... And only friend. We are dressed in medical outfits. It was taken when we got a job as doctors in the same hospital, and we worked together in a surgery. It was the first surgery we ever did. It was very exciting, despite the stress and tension. All the blood on us made us look as if we were serial killers, but the surgery was a great success... And we couldn't not take a picture." her smile grew a bit, a soft chuckle being heard by the Lord as he saw the girl fondly trace her fingers over the screen of the phone.

"Ha! To think such a soft Princess like you would make light of being covered in blood! Aren't you amusing?" the devilish smirk on Nobunaga's face appeared once again, only for the girl to look away and hide her smile.

"It was funny!" she tried to defend herself, only to chuckle more at the silliness of the situation. "Okay, alright. You are right, I admit. It is weird. And most people don't make fun over that... But! My sense of humour is ridiculously dark and dry, especially for my time, so don't judge me!" she said, without the least bit of malice.

"I don't judge anyone for their sense of humour or their work. Very well, Katrina, I have concluded that you are, indeed, from the future, therefor I have to continue on accordingly." as they engaged in a little more light conversation, Hideyoshi knocked on the wood and told Nobunaga that all the warlords have gathered in the meeting room - The brunet said they will come soon as well.

Extending his hand for the girl to take, he guided her to the meeting room, and she saw, somewhere in the corner, Drew was seething in anger, glaring at her. Her previous passive smile and the warmth she felt by holding the Warlord's hand were wiped, and she let the cold, unbothered facade take over again.

Nobunaga went to sit in front of his table, where the Lord should stay, and Kat was invited to sit down on the pillow opposite of the table, in front of him. Katrina stood with her back to most of the Lords, and despite feeling uncomfortable with all the attention, she kept her composure straight and demure, like a proud lioness. From the back, a commotion was heard, as someone - Unexpectedly, that being Drew - Took his pillow and went to sit uncomfortably close to the girl.

"That's my girlfriend right here, I should stay next to her and protect her. You can't have me seat away from her, nor sleep in another room!" the man complained, as the girl could only close her eyes and take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of her nose and keeping her composure.

"Please stop making such a scene. We are not home, nor are we with people we know, therefore it's rude to complain and have a bratty behaviour with the people welcoming us with a temporary residence in their own home." she spoke elegantly, only for the man to grip her wrist tightly, using his strength to drag her up and make their way towards the exit - But Katrina snatched away her hand from his grip, shocking him, as she rubbed the reddening spot. 

"You are embarrassing not only yourself, but me as well with such a tantrum - Please, stop." was all she said, giving him a look of warning, before going back to sit on the pillow as if nothing happened.

"You have a lot of nerve behaving in such a way in front of our Lord! Do you have a death wish?" Hideyoshi warned the man who was breathing heavily.

"Stupid woman." was all he could sneer under his breath, but he was ignored by everyone as Nobunaga started speaking.

"Henceforth, you will reside in this castle and give your services to me." Nobunaga spoke, as if he was reading an edict.

"How are we to serve you?" the girl merely nodded in understanding.

"However you like." he spoke, and seeing her eyes widening in confusion, he reached forwards and grasped her hand, drawing it towards him, but not enough to make her get up, like Drew did.

"Your only duty is to stay nearby. That is what I need of you. You will be my lucky charm as I unify this nation and all that lies beyond." he spoke, a smirk on his face, yet his eyes seemed cold and devoid of any kindness.

"I don't know what you see lucky in me, but... I suppose, as long as you're happy...?" she muttered, not bothering to move her hand from his grasp. 

"Don't fear. You shall be known as a princess from afar and will be treated as such. Spend your days on make up, or cards and games if it suits you. And, most of all, speak up if you have anything to object or tell. Your interactions have been rather educational." as the man said that, he could see the gears of her mind working, as she was pondering over and answer. Then, she got her hand up in the sky, as if to interject something.

"I object." she exclaimed loud and clear. "I hate yellow and orange." she said, making the man blink in confusion. "My clothes." she pointed out with a playful whisper. This objection made a few of the Lords laugh, baffled by her boldness - It was Ieyasu alone, who could only huff in disbelief, and Hideyoshi who felt personally attacked.

"How dare you speak like that to Lord Nobunaga, after he so gracefully offered you a change of clothes, when your own were dirty from the fire!" Nobunaga looked at the girl who could only smile wryly and chuckle, just a bit awkwardly - Yet she still looked at him with a small, playful smile, as if she was holding back a giggle.

"I... Was joking. Nobunaga told me to object when I saw fit... And I did." she replied simply. "Although, I rest my case, I hate these two colours." she muttered, making the lords laugh more at Hideyoshi's horrified expression.

"Leave her be, Hideyoshi! It is my fault for giving her such a freedom! Her humour is outlandish, I admit, but it is not unwelcomed. Anything else you'd like to add to that objection of yours?" and with that, the girl nodded once again.

"I am a person who likes to play to her strengths, not weaknesses. I was a practicing physician in my time - Albeit, I was taking care of animals - Therefore... I would much rather like to be working as a physician here too, rather than wasting my time doing nothing. I'd go crazy if I did nothing but loaf around." she spoke, with every bit of seriousness she could muster.

"I agree with you, Katrina! I'm the same way." the man who, she learnt, was Masamune Date, had a fearless and daring smirk on his face, that she noticed as soon as she turned to look at him.

"So be it. Rather impressionable speech too, might I add. I shall appoint you as a physician then, however, apart from horses, there won't be many animals to attend to, thus you will have to take care of humans, should that be the case and need." the brunet nodded, and he took his hand back from her, his arms now crossed to his chest, pondering and looking over all the warlords.

"What an excellent idea. Katrina, I'll provide you with all the support you need to get started. Out of all of us, Ieyasu is the most well-versed in the arts of medicine, I suggest seeking some help from him as well." Mitsunari was the first to chime in.

"Hey, don't include me in your unnecessary schemes without informing me first. Besides, how could this waif be of any use to us?" the blond man, Ieyasu, grumbled with a glare.

"It's Lord Nobunaga's decision, Ieyasu, hold your tongue." Hideyoshi reproached the Tokugawa lord in an instant.

"When you see this one covered in blood from head to toe, only to see her laughing merrily, you will understand." hearing the Oda Lord say such things, Kat could only stiffen up in embarrassment.

"Nobunaga!" her calling out to him sounded more like a teased kitten whining for attention, the Lord thought. "That was... Uncalled for. You make me sound like a psychopathic serial killer, not a healer!" the girl protested, hiding her face with her hands.

"... I suppose only time will tell if we can trust her... Let alone, that one." Hideyoshi threw a shady glare towards Drew.

" Who says you have to? Just keep an eye on her. You're good at that, right? She may surprise you."  Mitsuhide's slithery voice came out, as both a defense and a jab attack.

"Then, it's decided. Work hard and prove your worth to me, Kat." Nobunaga smiled triumphantly at the girl, who could only give a composed, princess-like smile and nod at him. She was struggling hard not to grin - For once, she felt... Important. Appreciated, even. She hoped this warm feeling will last forever.

"Thank you. And thank you for letting us stay here. I promise I won't let you down." she said, and the man realised she wasn't promising for her man as well. It seemed that she was getting fed up with being silenced and undermined by him, and as she saw others encouraging her to be more like her own self, she is taking small steps towards the light.

"I plan on taking good care of you." he said, his smile turning wicked for a few seconds, before it changed into a more serious one.

"As for him... I cannot bring myself to give him any trust. I'd rather him do nothing of significance around the place, nor have the liberty of being a bother. Might as well be the castle's minor caretaker. Mitsunari will give you some pointers. Dismissed."

As she was already pretty exhausted, she went to her assigned room, happy to see her bags safely delivered and, even more, cleaned of all that soot. She had a huge room - Fit for a princess, they said - And she wasn't going to complain about anything. It was beautiful, and she already had quite a variety of clothes in a chest. Everything was meticulously planned, clearly by Mitsunari, so she needed only to lay down on the futon and let sleep take over her, without any of the world's worries on her shoulders anymore.

She left peacefully.

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All Might is always right.

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Azuchi Coffee and Bar

I posted a new fiction up on Ao3. Link here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18573937

It’s a little long to post on Tumblr, but please go and read it. A Nobunaga/Hideyoshi/OC trio. 

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Nobunaga x Bedelia (Linda’s badass OC)

Requested by the lovely @unstoppablelinda  

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Pretty smooth, Nobunaga... 💕💕💕

For Your Eyes Only Event

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The Devil’s Wife

Chapter 4 is up! Here’s a sneak peak, you can read the full chapter in Ao3.

4-Azuchi Castle.

-Very well- I said stretching my fingers -Let’s see how it goes.  

-You’re feeling confident again- he grinned -Will you ask for a rematch when you lose?  

I opened my mouth in offense  -IF I lose, you mean. I’ve been practicing, just so you know.  

- I’m impressed. Do your best, Mia.  

With a sigh to take out the nerves, I prepared myself for our kind of battle. This time, I could see where he was going when he placed some of his stones and managed to prevent a few assaults. It wasn’t long until I stole a glance at him, and realize his attitude was quite different from our first game. He was more  focus ed, analysing the board to make his moves,  treating me like a real opponent.  

-It’s your turn, don’t get distracted- his voice suddenly got me out of my thoughts.  

-I’m not- I complained, even though he was right. It was evident how much he enjoyed the game, just like Mitsunari said.  It  sort  of made me forget about winning, which was probably a good thing, because shortly after, he’d placed his final stone.  

-I won - he declared, making me growl with a bit of annoyance.  

-So, you did.  

-Don’t let that get you down- he encouraged me, something I hadn’t expected -You’ve improved  admirably in very short time .  

That was flattering, but I couldn’t let it get to me -And I’ll continue to. Mitsunari agreed to help me and I’ve got every intention of winning.  

- So, you’ll keep fighting. I’m pleased to hear that- this time, his smile gave me goosebumps -Now, come closer.  

That’s why I felt uneasy. Whatever his next claim would be, I better prepared myself for the worst. Although if he went for anything lewd, there would be trouble. Hot warlord or not, I still had some dignity.  

He leaned back to watch me as I came closer, and that already got on my nerves. Why did he have to look so pleased  with himself? When I sat down to his side, he put an arm around my waist to pull me closer. My hands fell on his hard chest to keep balance. He stared at me as if he was studying  his options carefully .  

-I think I’ll go with both- he said, and I gave him a warning glance -I’m curious to see  which one is more sensitive.  

I didn’t like the sound of that, at all. But then he turned his head to a side and I was confused. He’d already conquered my neck, what was he after?  

Suddenly, he breathed on my right ear  -Is it this one? – he spoke so softly it was but a breeze,  but it  already made me tingle with fear.  

“My ears? Wait, wait, wait. That’s a spot even worse than my neck”. Dammit, this is because I overreacted when he whispered to me there. That’s probably how he got the idea. “Keep it together, Mia” I said to myself. Like that would help.  

He soon went to the other one, without doing anything to neither of them  -Or maybe this?  

“Ooooh, that’s just tortuous”. His lips didn’t touch me, he was only teasing me, making me anticipate his kisses as he slowly switched from one ear to the other. I kept my eyes close, but I could feel his face moving so near my own. When he went back to the  right , I felt his mouth open like he was going to devour it, before he kissed the arc of it, going down to my lobe. It was softer than I expected, more like a caress , yet the contact made me tremble .  

-How do you feel when I do that? - he whispered, knowing fully well the answer to it.  

“Oh, no you don’t. I won’t fall into that trap” I said to myself.  

He then changed to the other, and I could hear his breath in the silent room.   A gasp escaped my mouth when instead of just kissing, he bit and ran his tongue on my  lef t ear. I had to let a soft moan out, my throat seemed like it would hurt if I didn’t. My breathing was already a pant.  

-I think you like this one.  

“I can only imagine the   smile he must have on his face right now” . I was about to answer when he reassumed his task, making me  tingle, my chest expanding with each deep sigh.  

-Should I stay here? – his guttural voice was a torment even worse than his kisses.  

“Yes” .  

-No- I said, and he sighed a chuckle, moving his head again.  

-Here then? – he let out a long sigh on my other ear, which was all I could hear in the silent night. It made me straighten up and hold my breath at the same rhythm.  

“Alright, this needs to end already” .  

-I think I’ve had enough.  

I tried to make my command sound definite, but to my surprise he sounded kind of disappointed -Already? – the bit of sadness in his voice had me reconsidering, until he whispered so close to my ear, I could feel  his lips touching it  -I was looking forward to hearing more of those sounds you make.  

And that’s why I had to stop him -Well, I’ve had enough for today.  

He chuckled without moving from his place -Just remember you asked me to stop.  

“Where  is he going  with that?”. I shot a puzzled glance at him, wearing his usual smug grin. His eyes, however, seemed like they were dark with a bit of desire, even if his expression made him look like he had everything in control. That was the reason I found his conquests so frustrating, because he always kept himself so cool, knowing exactly how good he made me feel. It was hard to give into pleasure when  all  my partner seemed to want was making me feel weak .  

-Nobunaga, why did you marry me? – the question came out of me without even realizing.  It was him who gave me a curious look then.  

-You looked so terrified as if all you wanted to do was run away, yet you spoke to me without a hint of fear. I  knew  having you near would make things entertaining.  

I made every effort to find some emotion in his eyes or voice, but it was like reaching into the void. He simply showed amusement, nothing else. It was time for me to accept he didn’t think much of marriage. He’d probably do it again if he found another woman that delighted him as well.  I wasn’t sure why, but the idea really annoyed me.  

-Mia? – he called for me as I got up from my place.  

-I’m tired, I’m going to sleep- without even turning to see him, I went to get my sleeping clothes and changed behind the screen. He didn’t talk again, or do anything else, simply sat at the balcony after I got into my bed ,  without speaking either. That night he didn’t ask to join me, and I struggled to fall asleep even longer than last time, hating how cold the bed felt when I was laying there alone.

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Moments Like This - Mitsuhide Akechi x Saki Fukumoto (OC)

A/N: This is my gift to @themysticalbeing in the IkeSen Gift Exchange - I hope you enjoy it. Thank you to @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen for hosting this wonderful event!

Pairing: Mitsuhide Akechi x Saki Fukumoto (@themysticalbeing OC)

Word Count: 839

Warnings: fluff, a little spice towards the end, mentions of period

The crisp summer breeze was refreshing as she made her way outside. The Oda forces had gathered this evening to celebrate Nobunaga’s birthday; with so many present, no one noticed when she slipped away. Taking in a deep breath, the quiet, while peaceful and refreshing, did little to relieve her of her monthly situation. 

Saki placed a hand on her midriff, gently rubbing herself, seeking some form of relief from this monthly curse. 

“Little Mouse,” a voice called out from behind her. “I’ve been looking for you.” 

Turning around, she found her lover standing there, a sly smile spreading on his lips. He approached her and wrapped her in his arms in a tight embrace. “What brought you out here? The party’s back inside,” he whispered in her ear before placing a kiss on her temple. 

Sighing, Saki looked up at him. “It’s nothing. It was just too loud in there.” 

Mitsuhide hummed. “If you say so. Come, I have somewhere I’d like to take you.” He offered his hand, which she accepted, his skin still cool this summer night. 

Escorting her through a maze of familiar hallways, she remained mostly quiet, engaging in small talk in hopes of distraction from her cramps. 

“Do you think anyone has noticed we’re both missing from the party?” 

He slowed his steps to gaze upon her face in the pale moonlight. “Hideyoshi is probably thrilled I am not there, I’m sure he’s chasing Keiji, lecturing him over this or that. Ieyesu is in the corner, hiding from Mitsunari, most likely wishing he never woke up this morning. And Lord Nobunaga...” His golden eyes gleamed, sparkling like the stars up above, as he spoke. “was gifted enough konpeito to keep him distracted for at least a few hours.” 

The air filled with laughter as they both joked about what the other warlords were up to in their absence, and for just a few moments, she didn’t feel the pain that was gnawing at her insides. 

Before she knew it, Mitsuhide had brought her to a familiar doorway. He opened it, ushering her in first.  

“Mitsuhide!” she gasped. The room was filled with the soft glow of candlelight – many, many candles in fact. He smiled softly at her as she took notice of the tray bearing a pot of tea and some treats from the earlier party.  

“I figured since you left so early, you didn’t get to partake in all of the sweets that were there.” He lifted one of her favorites, offering it to her. Realizing she hadn’t eaten much earlier, she accepted the treat, savoring both its simple flavors and the smile on Mitsuhide’s face.  

“Sit. The tea is still hot.” He helped her down, settling on the tatami mat next to him. Her eyes flicked around the room again, still in awe of all the work Mitsuhide must have gone to.  

He handed her a cup of tea, which she politely accepted. The warmth of the green tea was welcoming, soothing her insides, which seem to have settled down slightly.  

He peered into her dark eyes, his golden gaze warm pools of honey. “What’s on your mind?” 

“I’m in awe of what you’ve done here – the candles, the tea, the sweets. When did you have the time to do all of this with the party going on?” Looking into his eyes, she shared a soft smile. “Thank you,” she added in a whisper. 

“Some tricks are better left unknown,” he said with a wink. Leaning towards you, he lowered his voice. “But if you must know, I am well-acquainted with a certain Little Mouse and her patterns during a certain time of the month.” 

Blushing, she averted her gaze, taking another sip from her cup hoping it would cover your flushed cheeks.  

He took the cup from her hand. “No hiding that beautiful blush from me, Saki.” He stood up, offering his hand once more. “Let’s get ready for bed.” 

Taking his hand, he helped her up. Saki changed into your night clothes in privacy behind the screen and soon joined him in the bed, still feeling warm from the tea. 

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Softly stroking her long, dark hair, he brushed it to the side before he started gently massaging her shoulders. Gently pushing the fabric down, revealing expanses of her soft skin, he placed sweet kisses from her neck down along her shoulders. 

Sighing, she melted into his touch, enjoying the way his hands ghosted over her skin. Roaming, his hands wandered down her back, his touch still gentle even through the thin garments.  

Saki rolled over to face him, her earlier discomfort now a faded memory; gently stroking his cheek with her fingertips, she brushed a kiss against his lips. It was moments like this that made her truly appreciate the love Mitsuhide had for her. Some may call him a trickster, but as long as he continued to surprise her like tonight, he would be her trickster.