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Premise: A glimpse into warlords’ thoughts as they watch MC doing something. Ordinary daily life. A moment of peace, perhaps. 

Nobunaga:

• The further away he is, the more he craves to just see her and talk, to touch her hands. His line of work being rather brutal in that regard, he makes sure to always watch her carefully, as to engrave her image in his mind. He believes it helps him prevail through weeks of separation they endure at times. 
• He especially loves her eyes, curious sparkles playing over her irises whenever a topic picks her interest. However, there’s also another thing he enjoys - observing feelings shift over her face, the mystery of them continuing to fascinate him despite having been revealed.
• “To think there was a time I considered you a mere toy, Fireball… I was gravely mistaken. You’re far beyond anything I could have ever dreamt of.”
  

Mitsuhide:

• He generally doesn’t allow himself the luxury of observing her from up close. At times she may be even unaware of his presence, his shadow being banished by the light the moment she’d pass by it.
• Usually, he steals glances at her while passing her in the corridor. However, sometimes he stays in a place for a moment longer, her silhouette flickering in the gardens or further down the hallway. It reminds him to cherish each moment she chooses to spend with him, each second being unique and precious, simply unrepeatable. 
• “Flee, little mouse, flee. You have chosen so poorly… Yet I cannot seem to stop myself from accepting it with joy.”

Hideyoshi:

• His lover being a truly busy person, he adores watching her rest, tension slowly seeping out of her body as she sits in the shade provided by the old chestnut tree growing in the garden.
• Whenever wind blows past her, lifting up strands of her hair, he finds himself wishing he could sit besides her and braid it - although then, he would be unable to see the stray rays of light flickering over her cheeks, the scene being equally treasured by him. He wishes she could enjoy summer this way every day of the year.
• “If it means being able to live even a single day more with you, I’m never, never giving up on this life of mine.”
  

Mitsunari:

• He loves watching her study, heaps of books and stashes of paper littering her desk, the brush in her hand gliding swiftly over the pages, her brows knitting together as she tries to focus.
• He usually searches for stray little droplets of inks marking her skin, the spots appearing in various density over her arms and face alike. She’s always too preoccupied with her task to notice, barely making note of his presence as well - and he cannot stop the gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips, her determination warming up his heart.
• “You’ve taught me so many things and yet you never cease to learn yourself. You’re truly admirable.”
  

Ieyasu:

• He oftentimes find himself watching her as she plays in the garden with Wasabi, the doe having warmed up to his lover completely. At times he wonders whether his little friend hasn’t found a better companion than him.
• His attention is usually drawn towards her arms, her hands extending treats towards the pet and smothering it with gentle and patient affection. He loves seeing her take care of others - and he is well aware that those shoulders helped to carry wounded soldiers and then, bore a much greater burden of seeing them pass away when all efforts inevitably  failed.
• “You always seem to hold an open heart to the world, even despite being hurt by it numerous times…It seems I still have plenty left to learn from you.”
  

Masamune:

• It appears gazing at her while she works on her project has become a sort of routine for him, the action occuring without him even realising. He oftentimes wishes he could admire both her work and her at the same time, his mind failing him at the task. Each time, he chooses her over the handiwork, her handiwork seeming nearly eternal in comparison to the passing seconds.
• He focuses mostly on her face, taking note of every twitch of her brows and every minor change to her eyes. He also takes notice of her hands, the needle always almost grazing the pads of her fingers, deftly guided through layers of fabric. He admires her craft, well aware of the fact that she makes it look plenty more effortless than it actually is.
  
• “Kitten… How can you always have such a determined look on your face? Could you be any more adorable?”

Kenshin:

• He loves seeing her fence, each training bringing more faith into him that in fact the fate would not repeat itself - until the anxiety disappeared completely. At times, he feels his hand twitch to try himself in a sparring against her.
• He takes note of her stance, of all the openings in it, thinking up ways of possibly exploiting them… Yet he never ceases to be amazed with  how she always seems to catch onto his thoughts and grow stronger, dexterously avoiding the strikes of her sparring partners and returning the blows.
• “I thought I had to protect you, that I had to cage you to keep you safe… Yet the moment I let you free, you soared so high I could not believe my own eyes. You dare me to believe in a better tomorrow.”
  

Shingen:

• It wouldn’t be far from truth to say he always makes sure to see her, not allowing her to become part of the visual noise or a crowd. However, it wouldn’t be a lie either if one were to say that he still has glanced towards her plenty, at any time of the day and night.
• Some nights, he just lets her tell him stories of the future - and even though he has visited the period, he can never grow tired of her voice. His head resting in her lap, he turns onto his back as to gaze at her. Through half-lidded eyes, he watches her lips move, tracing each word with his sight as to remember it better.
• “If you were not an angel… Then how come you have saved me? Was this miracle not a sign of your mercy?”
  

Yukimura:

• There are plenty things he finds adorable in her, one of them being how eager she is to bicker with him. As such, he strives to never miss an opportunity for this match of sorts, the nickname he has granted her having grown pleasantly warm in the way he pronounces it.
• He adores all sparks of mischief present in her form - her eyes catching onto a clue, how her lips curl up into a grin and how she clicks her tongue in anticipation of another remark; her hands resting over her hips, her head shaking from side to side in feigned disappointment or disbelief; and finally, how she opens her lips, just a second before she speaks again, causing him to fall for her all over again.
• “If you’re a dummy, then I am your fool - since it can’t be smart of me to be in love so much. It just can’t.”
  

Sasuke: 

• At first, he felt somewhat shy about stealing glances at her, each being padded with an unnerving thought of whether she wouldn’t consider it a strange thing to do… Or any stranger at least, as he presumed she may already think so of him.
• As odd as it may be, he realised he loves watching her and learning of her perspective on things, her entire being constituting a sort of prism, a lens through which he could perceive the world anew. He loves her delight, her admiration, excitement, the joy of discovering, learning, gaining the understanding and connecting the facts - even if to him, some of her findings would be the most trivial of things.
• “I did not understand for the longest time. I could not comprehend and my tests were futile… You broadened my perspective far beyond what I could have ever hoped to achieve on my own.”
  

Kennyo:

• He never hides his gazes. At times, he becomes rather flustered, her words bringing him out of his thoughts and causing him to realise the promise of future she engrained in his mind might have become a rather crucial part of his being.
• Whenever they work together, he makes sure to stay focused, switching tasks being his moment of break - then, he allows himself a second to watch her, in whatever state she may be in, whatever emotion she may experience. He wants to remember all those precious moments: her standing on her tiptoes to reach the high cabinets, how she smiles happily whenever she smells something pleasant, the tiny wrinkles around her eyes…
• “You saw through the demon’s mask I put on, even though even I forgot it was not truly my face.”
  

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*just general fanfiction, nothing in particular. This is written for crack purposes, not to critique anybody or address any greater issues. 

Nobunaga:

• “What did I do to Hideyoshi…?!”
• Refuses to accept the fact that he really talks like so.
• Does not recall Kichou being his wife. He saw the fanart. He continues on to question it.

Mitsuhide:

• Snickers at every mention of shibari. Will absolutely tease MC about it.
• Blushed upon seeing “Hideyoshi Toyotomi/Mitsuhide Akechi” tag. Hid it instantly. Will torment Hideyoshi with it.
• Has great fun collecting information to tease the other warlords. Makes sure to console MC afterwards and to remind her he wants only her.

Hideyoshi:

• Died several times while reading it. // “Lord Nobunaga did what to me…?!”
• Initially considered angst with Nobunaga to be death threats.
• Enjoyed some family fics with himself, although he may not admit it.

Mitsunari:

• Was not allowed to read explicit & mature works. Read them regardless. Might have even taken notes. May have some questions and concerns.
• Does not understand why somebody would write about him.
• Found out that he enjoys fluff a lot.

Masamune:

• Outwardly: laughed it off. Inwardly: read through it all. Those eyebags didn’t come from nowhere. Curiosity killed the cat.
• He is distraught to learn that we all do know about his alcohol tolerance and how he behaves once drunk.
• Secretly enjoyed hurt/comfort the most. Will not let anybody know that. 

Ieyasu:

• Is grumpy about it. Checks it out after being teased by both Masamune and Mitsuhide. 
• Saw himself being a pair with Mitsunari. Stopped reading then.
• Found reader inserts rather nice to read. Mostly interested in gen fics.

Kenshin:

• Angst lover. His second preference is hurt/comfort.
• Does not comprehend why he’s called bunshin, husbun or bun-bun.
• Started testing his bunny-bending powers and taking his role as the sole bunny bender seriously. 

Shingen:

• Went on to moon gaze.
• Tried to memorise as many pick-up lines as possible. Considered writing them down.
• Became a fan of domestic fluff.

Yukimura:

• Sasuke forced him to read it.
• Did not want to read it. Did not enjoy it. It felt weird.
• Sasuke opened Shingen tag for him. Yuki ran.

Sasuke:

• He already knew of its existence and read every single possible fanficiton regarding the warlords.
• Has his own Ao3 account.
• Remembered to erase his history before Kenshin stumbled into it by accident.

Kennyo:

• Peacefully enjoys silence in his forest and refuses to let anybody near himself until the entire thing is over.
• Was shown some fluffy fanart. It made him blush.
• Will wave his staff at you if you expose him to Kennyo tag. He prefers blissful ignorance in that regard. 

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These are so on point Lorei it’s amazing

Under unfortunately ironic circumstances, you get taken hostage by the the very person that made the truce between the Oda forces and Takeda-Uesugi alliance happen. However, angering these warlords and using the person that brought all of them together in a heartbeat was probably the worst strategy anyone could come up with. 

Requestedby@djanowski15 : “I have no idea how bisy you are, I’m guessing it’s pretty busy since I’m a college student in quarantine too, but I was wondering, if you have time, if you could do a fic for the sengoku warlords having a meeting about a new oc enemy after their truce signing only to learn that this new enemy somehow ended up kidnapping mc and threatening to kill her and all of the warlords decide to finally stomp this guy down into his rightful place with a fluffy reunion with everyone afterwards?”

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I kind of went overboard with this because I loved the idea so much, it comes in two parts, I’ll post them in succession and I’m sorry if the ending isn’t as developed as you wanted, it would have gone on for too long otherwise T-T.

Dusting her hands off on her cloth, she walked back from Masamune’s manor towards the castle. It stood tall for tonight’s ‘celebratory truce dinner’ – although it was clear it wasn’t a celebration for any of them, but it was compulsory. Despite the thorough organisation that went through with this, it was an in-between warlords event so only two or three vassals per side were going to be present, for protection purposes. 

Switching hands, her fingers curled around the bag of vegetables that the One-Eyed Dragon needed. Finally arriving at the entrance, she wobbled down the corridor, having to stop every now and again as her palms burned. This wasn’t the best fabric to carry heavy things with, but then again, what is?

“Whoever ordered my beautiful angel to carry such a heavy load and injure her precious hands is on his way to hell.” (Y/N) recognised the honey-dipped voice with a stern tone. Turning around, she faced the tall man. Elegantly, he took it out of her grasp and carried it, making it look effortless.

“Thank you Shingen,” she smiled, massaging herself as she walked alongside him.

“Although you shouldn’t curse Masamune to hell, I volunteered to go to his manor to get these supplies.” She defended.

“Would you mind showing me his manor?” he grinned widely as they both turned into another hallway. Giving him a you-are-all-my-friends-and-I-wouldn’t-help-either-side-try-to-go-against-each-other look. It would also be a little indecent to collect information on a newly formed ally. 

“Oh, it’s you.” the familiar grumpy voice made the man’s smile fall immediately. 

The spikey blond hair came into view as he exited the kitchen. 

“Look my darling, we’re all getting along.” Shingen chuckled sarcastically, sliding an arm around her shoulders as he dropped the bag on the floor.

“We might be on a truce but not all of us take kindly to other men being so touchy with Nobunaga’s lucky charm.” a stray kitsune passed by the hallway.

“And by ‘not all of us’ you mean you.” Yukimura, who was following being, chimed in.

“Too many people in the kitchen, everyone except the lass leaves!” The Tiger ordered. 

****

“He did that to have her all by himself.” Ieyasu grumbled at Mitsunari’s innocence.

Because (Y/N) is the most reasonable when it comes to cooking out of the rest. Pff, my ass.

He rolled his eyes. Maybe it could be true but everyone knew that wasn’t the reason behind it. Well, everyone except Mitsunari of course.

Nobunaga glanced at the door when Hideyoshi wasn’t looking.

“I’ll just go see if (Y/N) and Masamune are nearly finished.” started to stand up, Hideyoshi interrupted.

“I took the candy away, it’s not in the kitchen.” Pouting, he sat back down. 

“Candy?” Shingen straightened his posture from his bored one.

“Dinner.” (Y/N) announced as the door was slid open for her, followed by Masamune and two maids, who were also carrying plates of food. 

Plopping down beside Nobunaga – as required, he leaned over to her giving her a knowing look. Rolling her eyes and sighing, she slipped the tiny satchel from inside her sleeve and sneakily handed it to him.

“I’ll take you wherever you wish as payment for this, I’m eternally grateful to you for saving my life.” He thanked me. Shingen kept his attention on the bag.

“Don’t be so dramatic, now hide it before I get scolded by Hideyoshi!” 

****

Looking around in the kitchen, she waved the lantern around, searching for the spice that the maids forgot to take for dessert. (Y/N) was the only one in the room, it was dark and not necessary to add more light since she was passing by. On her way here, she crossed paths with the occasional guard on for obvious reasons, they were the only ones in the castle tonight. 

“Oh!” she jumped.

Speak of the devil.

“What are you doing here?” the woman breathed out as the man bowed.

“I apologise, my lady, I heard some suspicious noises and thought it was best to investigate.” 

“Oh, I was just getting some seasoning.” the (H/C) haired chuckled in embarrassment, he was too sweet and she didn’t want to waste his time further “and I think I found it.” turning away to reach the small jar that was on one of the shelves. 

Right after, footsteps grew louder and she felt him right behind her.

“Hey, what are you-MMH!!” she wriggled as something was placed against her mouth and nose and then pulled against his chest. Her muffled sounds grew more and more silent, muscles limping as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

****

“The desserts are getting colder by the minute. What is taking her so long?” Masamune frowned.

“This talk is becoming dull.” Yukimura huffed.

“The whole point of this truce is to discuss how we’re going to deal with him.” Ieyasu mumbled.

“You weren’t the one travelling all those days on horseback porcupine head.” the vassal retorted. 

“P-porcupine?!” the blond’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Hideyoshi made eye contact with Nobunaga, for once, ignoring the pointless banter. Something was definitely up. The leader of the Oda forces understood immediately, nodding to his vassal. The latter stood up, walking towards the door.

“I need to make sure she’s alright.” 

“I’ll come with.” Sasuke volunteered.

*****

“She’s gone??” Ieyasu’s eyes widened.

“The search party hasn’t come back with anything yet.” Mitsuhide expressed with a scowl.

“My lords!” One of the guards rushed in, bowing deeply.

“What is it?” Mitsuhide turned around. 

“It’s a letter.” he handed it to him before scurrying outside like he was supposed to. 

Nobody moved but the kitsune could tell all their eyes were on him as he unfolded the letter to read. However, his heart dropped as his eyes fixated something else that was included: hair of a familiar colour, tied in a ribbon. His fingertips pulled it out and he inspected it.

Kenshin felt his hand grip his sword tightly, it was unbearably frustrating finding out that (Y/N) was kidnapped and on top of that not knowing who did it, he needed to know and he knew he wasn’t the only one thinking the same. 

No one spoke but the tension grew thick in an instant.

Unfolding the piece of paper, he began to read it for himself before doing it out loud for all to hear when Nobunaga accepted it.

When he finished reading the letter, his eyes darted across the rooms, seeing the anger among everything despite maintaining their composure. 

“Emergency meeting.” The look he gave implied that their new allies were not going to attend.

“We want in!” Yukimura frowned.

“No.” Ieyasu’s tone was stern.

“We’ve signed a truce, and there is no point in keeping us out of this because of our own motives when we cherish (Y/N) as much as you do. We need to put our differences aside, as she would say.” Shingen chipped in.

“Fine.” Nobunaga’s eyes narrowed. 

They sat formally as they would at any meeting before.

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Under unfortunately ironic circumstances, you get taken hostage by the the very person that made the truce between the Oda forces and Takeda-Uesugi alliance happen. However, angering these warlords and using the person that brought all of them together in a heartbeat was probably the worst strategy anyone could come up with.

Requestedby@pugprotector​: “I have no idea how bisy you are, I’m guessing it’s pretty busy since I’m a college student in quarantine too, but I was wondering, if you have time, if you could do a fic for the sengoku warlords having a meeting about a new oc enemy after their truce signing only to learn that this new enemy somehow ended up kidnapping mc and threatening to kill her and all of the warlords decide to finally stomp this guy down into his rightful place with a fluffy reunion with everyone afterwards?”

Warning:violence, injuries, bickering

A/N: Y'all I’m so sorry for leaving you guys hanging for so long T-T I’m back now kinda and I’ve already started writing a whole Ikesen book and I’ll start posting it once I’ve written like 20 chapters. I’m so sorry again.

“Report.” Mitsuhide spoke. The man bowed deeply in front of his lord before starting.

“We’ve managed to track her down to the dense forests beside Honnoji, we can’t see past that.” 

“Good plan on their part.” Ieyasu grumbled, looking away. 

“Mitsuhide and Shingen, I want you to send your men-” 

“I don’t take orders from you!” 

“Well, choose! Either you listen in on our plan and follow it or you leave and have no part of it!” Hideyoshi scolded, clearly distressed. This was not the time to act like the bigger man. 

Begrudgingly, the tiger rolled his eyes and the Devil King continued. 

“Mitsuhide and Shingen, I want you to scout out the terrain, see how many men we’re up against, Kennyo?” he raised an eyebrow daringly at him, the latter nodded, practically sneering at him at this point.

“I’ll assist, I know the landscape.” 

“Once we’ve gotten all the information we need, we’ll each take a small group each, size depending on how many we’re up against.” 

“And then steal (Y/N) back!” Masamune smirked.

****

There was a painful throb in her head as she struggled to open her eyes. Did she get hit in the head? GOD that hurt. Shuffling against the hard surface against her side, the friction of tight rope around her wrists gave her enough energy to wince. It finally made her eyes open.

“It’s about time you woke up!” the man said. The room was luxurious, a huge contrast from the dirty way these men kidnapped her. 

If you didn’t bash my head in, we could have played a game of chess.

Her injury really made her think the most absurd things at the most absurd of times. That mentality quickly sewed its mouth shut once she heard a bunch of heavy footsteps coming towards the room. The big doors opened. 

The screeching of the metal hinges, the scraping of the large wood against the floor was deafening. A stabbing feeling piercing through her entire body. 

“Nobunaga’s and Kenshin’s troops have started to assemble and organise.” the man bowed.

“So they’ll take us by force.” the man murmured under his breath in thought, “has our escape been evacuated?” 

“Yes, by the time they’ll set foot into the castle walls, we’ll have exploded the tunnel and they wouldn’t be able to tell how we found a way out without looking close enough.” 

She kept herself in the state that she woke up in, retaining the information for when Nobunaga was going to rescue her. 

“Do we have enough horses?” 

“Yes, as requested, she will be riding with you, we got a stronger horse for you my lord.” 

Crap, she was coming with? 

“I don’t think any of you will be needing horses.” A cheerful, vaguely familiar voice resonated in the room. 

(Y/N) didn’t have energy to look up, her head stood fairly tall against the wall but her gaze was to her knees, the ends of kimono, torn, dirty. The woman didn’t realise she was kneeling on the floor, for sure she couldn’t feel her legs – but the uncomfortable numbness that came with the lack of blood circulation wasn’t there either. 

From Ieyasu’s lessons, the (H/C) haired assumed she had been going in and out of consciousness, this time, coming out enough to be aware of what was happening around her, but not what was happening to her. It fueled her anxiety enough to keep her awake but nothing more. 

“How did you-” the man’s eyes widened at the person at the other end of the sharp blade that was held against his neck.

“It’s called a plan.” the first voice, which happened to be Shingen’s smirked as Nobunaga dug his blade a little deeper into his flesh. 

“You should have a benner one.” Masamune retorted, coming in from the other, smaller entrance, followed by Ieyasu and Yukimura. The blond rushed directly in front of (Y/N), kneeling as he checked her condition.

“She’s in a very bad state!” he informed, trying to keep his usual unbothered tone but the undeniable alarm in his voice made all the attention go to him. 

“I’ll accompany him.” Hideyoshi’s frown was deep. Sheathing his sword and walking towards Tokugawa. 

The others were clearly taking care of the situation: Nobunaga holding the lord at the edge of death, the other warlords keeping the rest of the men here on their knees. The allied forces now battling the men that were guarding the castles down below, it was only a matter of time before everyone would go back to Azuchi victoriously, (Y/N) needed urgent medical help, a lord and a vassal gone wouldn’t make any difference. 

The woman in question recognised the man through her blurry vision. Apparently, that’s all she needed to see before she closed her eyes and sunk into unconsciousness once more, she was relieved, the anxiety washed away from her completely.

Ieyasu winced after slicing the rope that was damaging her skin, he hesitantly ran his fingertips along the redness of her wrists.

“Go, now.” Nobunaga commanded. Hideyoshi scooped her in his arms, keeping her secure as Ieyasu readjusted her in his arms so her injuries wouldn’t worsen on the trip back before they both scurried away, not missing the frowns everyone gave them at the sight of the woman.

****

Contrary to last time she woke up, she didn’t feel a pain as unbearable as last time – and her eyes fluttered open and focused a lot easier as well. 

“Lady (Y/N), you’re awake! Thank goodness!” the welcoming, yellow lantern in the corner outlined Mitsunari’s disheveled hair. His bright smile made an unknown weight on her shoulders disappear. 

“Leave her room to breathe,” a grumpy voice sighed after the sound of a sliding door. Ieyasu entered, a small bowl of warm water and a clean towel, along with a small pot of cream and bandages, “everyone is worried.” he sat down beside her bed, opening the pot and turning fully to him.

“I’m sorry.” she offered him a sorrowful look. 

“Don’t be Lady (Y/N)! It wasn’t your fault!” The blond rolled his eyes, the vassal’s cheerful voice was the last thing he needed to listen to after two long nights of worrying. But Mitsunari was right. 

Carefully, he lifted her arm closer to him, placing it in his lap before delicately peeling off the bandage, leaving the wound exposed to the air. 

The woman thought that the pain had subsided almost completely – having felt only slight discomfort when Ieyasu removed the fabric – until he gently massaged the cream on either side of the engraved prints of the rope left in her. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled, watching as she winced silently, but then shook her head at his apology. It took less time than she thought before he was dipping and wringing a towel with water and dabbing the cloth against her skull, “close your eyes, let your head rest.” 

“Why Mitsunari’s room?” she whispered, eyes slowly closing, following his instructions. “He gets the least amount of sleep among all of us so he would keep an eye on you.” 

Her eyes opened and she gave him a would-he-though look.

“….” her eyes fluttered closed once again and he resumed nursing her head injury back to health, “Mitsuhide kept sneaking off like he usually does so it was safer this way.” the man confessed. 

“Hm,” she hummed in response, “thank you guys for saving me.” it came out as a whisper, a moderate attempt to cover up that the woman was still shaken up by it. The man silently praised her for not displaying her emotions on her face for once, and it would have been convincing if he didn’t know her – or Mitsunari, in this instant, having swallowed back into his book.

That wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by any of the warlords, however. It lurched at his heart. 

“You can thank them later.” he brushed stray strands of hair away. 

“It’s nearly healed?” her eyes lit up in surprise.

“No, you’ll still need a few days, but they’re all worried sick and insisted on popping in later. So make sure you’re awake and prepared.” his thumb rubbed her forehead soothingly.

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I come back after being inactive for so long Cus fuck school and I find this ✨✨ I love this so much it made my heart melt and I can’t express how quick I hit the reblog button. Gurly I missed u and I hope I have the time to stalk your account and read more of these❤️

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Finish at last!

I decide not color this and tweet this later as it is

Ikemen Sengoku Meets Medieval Fantasy

The following story is a bit of fanfiction, involving the characters of Cybird’s Ikemen Sengoku: Romances Across Time.

Catch up with Part 1 Here | Part 2 Here | Part 3 Here

Part 3 continues with the adventures of:

Erathelyn Aeratanas (my half-elf OC) ~ The Clever Dual-Dagger Rogue

Mitsunari Ishida “Nari” ~ The Cheerful Bard

Ieyasu Tokugawa “Yasu” ~ The Snarky Archer & Medicine Man

Mitsuhide Akechi “Hide” ~ The Mysterious Shapeshifter

Masamune Date “Masa” ~ The Secretive (and cocky) Knight

He only thought that was a great escape plan. But tumbling through a window is not as simple as one might think. 

“Ugh! Oof! Damn it!” He sputtered as his body hit the muddy ground and his cloak snagged on the windowsill. He managed to free himself and turned, wiping away the grime…only to be met with the tip of cold steel. 

“Well, well, well…look what we’ve found boys. Our deserter making a break for it. You wouldn’t be thinking of running from your bill would you now?" 

"Shit.” A curse slipped out as he recognized the guy from their little altercation in the alley not more than a few minutes earlier. He raised his hands in surrender and smirked, “Now now…no hard feelings huh? I mean, can you really blame a guy for being a little defensive when another man sneaks up on him while he’s taking a leak?”

Chuckles erupt from the four men behind the scowling one. He shot them glares and each buttoned up. 

“You’re coming with us, deserter. There’s quite a bounty on your head. One I think we’d all like a piece of.”

//Really?…

“What’s it up to? 250 coins? 300?”

“225.” one of the other men chimed in, immediately receiving another silencing stare. 

“That’s all? Hmm…that’s a shame.”

“Enough. Now are you going to come willingly or do we need to do this the hard way?” A smirk formed on the man’s face.

Masa internally rolled his eye and dropped his hands, “I’m sorry…”

“What?”

“I said, I’m sorry.” Masa’s smirk vanished and so did the man’s. 

“For what?" 

"For this.” It didn’t take much skill to incapacitate the five of them, but to do it with such ferocity and swiftness definitely was something extraordinary.

His face was known far and wide for being a deserter of the Royal Guard—a despicable, cowardly man who ran from his duties. None knew the truth. None knew how truly capable and masterful he really was. And he liked it that way. 

Mounting his horse, he thought for a moment about catching up to those he’d fled from. But the sounds of alarm bells and shouts deterred any notion of actually doing so. He’d meet them…but not yet. First, he needed to get the hell out of Dern and round back for them. They’d been seen with him and word would spread. He wouldn’t leave them to the uncouth interrogation tactics of the village guards.

***

He’d lost them. At least for the time being. And in doing so, took to the shadows of the forest. It wasn’t long before he caught up to the four he’d been hired to work with. He watched as the men rode steadily by an ever-slowing half-elf that refused to take the offered hands of her travel companions, even though several were offered multiple times. 

He liked her. She had spunk. Her fiery spirit belied her heritage and that set her apart in his eyes. Too many elves and humans born of high status chose to behave in such ways that made his blood boil. She may not have been nobility, but her elvish bloodline was enough to turn him off initially.

But her attitude towards Hide and her constant eye rolling and amused smirks directed at the elf made him see her differently.

As much as he wanted to see how far her agile feet would carry her, he could see the days of walking finally catching up to her—even from a distance. He spurred his horse forward and out of the shadows of the forest lining their southward trek.

He pulled the reins, stopping the horse just in front of her, and reached out a hand, “Climb on up. I promise to keep my hands to myself.” The charming smirk of his reappeared, only illuminated by the glow of the moon hanging high above.

Waiting for an acceptance—or refusal—was out of the question. His large hand curled around hers before anything could be said and he hoisted her effortlessly into the saddle before him. Both arms circled around her, one holding her close to his chest, and the other grabbing tight to the reins. His voice held a playful lilt to it as he whispered in her ear, “You’d better hold on. We have to move with haste.”

With a quick kick of his heels, his horse took off. He called over his shoulder with a chuckle, “Keep up gentlemen, unless you wish to spend your night in the cells of Dern.”

All three men looked at one another. Nari was the one to look back and see the glint of armor heading towards them.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Ikemen Sengoku Meets Medieval Fantasy

The following story is a bit of fanfiction, involving the characters of Cybird’s Ikemen Sengoku: Romances Across Time.

Catch up with Part 1 Here | Part 2 Here

Part 3 continues with the adventures of:

Erathelyn Aeratanas (my half-elf OC) ~ The Clever Dual-Dagger Rogue

Mitsunari Ishida “Nari” ~ The Cheerful Bard

Ieyasu Tokugawa “Yasu” ~ The Snarky Archer & Medicine Man

Mitsuhide Akechi “Hide” ~ The Mysterious Shapeshifter

Masamune Date “Masa” ~ The Secretive (and cocky) Knight

I could not believe what I heard or just saw. The man, the human who stood over me with a cocky smirk and a sword of the Royal Guard, was leaping out a nearby window in an attempt to run from a bar tab.

I glanced at Nari. He stared at the window with wide eyes and barely registered my confounded expression.

“Well, that’s one way to make an exit.” A chuckle reverberated from Hide’s throat and he slowly stood from his chair. He sighed, fastening his cloak around himself and shot me a grin.

“Despicable. How barbaric can you humans get?”

I whirled on Yasu. He was always such…an elf. One of the many reasons we didn’t remain engaged. One of the least important, but still a reason nonetheless.

//Okay…so do we follow?…

As I turned to ask Nari the very question I had thought, I realized he’d moved in the short amount of time I’d spent glaring at Yasu. He was now at the bar paying for Masa’s tab.

//That’s unexpected. I wonder how well he knows this Masa character?…

“They’ve met once, but Nari never was one for leaving people in the lurch.”

I jumped, “What the hell? What do you read minds?”

All the response I got from the complete enigma that was Hide, was another chuckle and a pat on my head. Oh how I wanted to swat that bony hand away. Instead, I glared once more at a stone-faced Yasu and then followed the other two men out the door.

°°°°°

“He’s undoubtedly long gone by now. Should have known better than to trust a man like him.” Yasu spoke gruffly as he secured his belongings to his glistening white horse.

“A man like him?” I shifted on my feet. The floor of the stable house creaked beneath my weight. My pack shifted on my shoulder and I inhaled deeply when I readjusted it. Sleep had begun to catch up to me and I was beginning to feel it deep within my bones. It’d been a long journey and I feared I’d have an even longer one ahead of us, what with the barkeep urging us to find shelter elsewhere.

Yasu stopped tying his saddle and looked at me blankly, “A disloyal man. A man who vowed his allegiance only to—”

“And just what brought you out of the forest and away from your clan? Are elves not supposed to remain within their positions?”

I jumped. Hide’s voice echoed through the room as he sauntered into the lantern light with a menacing black horse of his own. The beast towered over the other horses and piercing yellow eyes matched those of his owner’s.

//I have got to sleep. This is ridiculous. My senses are dulled.

Yasu huffed and turned his green glare back to his horse.

//I guess not gonna answer that one, huh?

I found myself smirking at the scene. Yasu flustered was a wondrous sight.

“Do you have a horse, Era? I don’t see another in the stables.” Hide turned his question to me with that same sly grin.

I shook my head, “No. I traveled on foot.”

A silver brow arched and his hand snaked up to stroke the silky mane of his stallion, “Ah, nimble as you are beautiful? Your lithe form belies your stamina, Era. How interesting.”

I rolled my eyes, turning away from the creepy man and taking a step closer to Yasu. Not that he was any better.

//Where is Nari?

“Our friendly bard is just outside. It would appear that he forgot to stable his horse and had found the thing wandering outside. Shall we?”

I arched my own brow at him.

//You have got to stop that. It’s creepy.

Hide chuckled as he led his horse out the doors.

°°°°°

“Era! Unfortunately I was unable to secure a horse for you, and there seems to be no other lodging in Dern. We will have to travel to the next village.” Nari beamed down at me from atop his horse.

I sighed. No horse for me means—

“No matter. The woman may ride with me.” Hide reached a hand from atop his own black beast.

“I’ll walk.” I shifted my pack, made sure my cloak was secure, and started my trek south.

I could hear murmured concerns about the missing ex-soldier coming from a worried Nari, scoffing hisses coming from a perpetually perturbed Yasu, and a slight humming from the mind reader.

My feet ached, my body was screaming for me to stop, and I could feel the overwhelming sense of exhaustion creeping up my spine and about ready to knock me on my ass. The black beast was beginning to look very inviting right about now.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Ikesen characters as magical girls

ft. oda clan 

a/n- now most people will assume when “magical girls” are mentioned, it’s mostly hmm sailor moon, card captor sakura or magica madoka types…ehhh these hcs are based more on the “pretty cure / precure” category of magical girls. I’m pretty sure some of you may have heard the name of this franchise before. thought i should make this clear before anyone gets confused with the weird hair colour references from early 2000-2010s precure xDD.

warnings- none however beware that this is not proof read

note- when friends are mentioned, it means the oda clan characters

Nobunaga- the blue haired leader

• He’d be the unnamed leader of the team 
• You know, those blue haired ones ? They’re mostly doing the actual team leading of the magical girls group
• His suggestions are always taken into consideration until… Well his teammates are face to face with the evil villains- 
• He still tries though….in vain 
• Oh and he is in fact the president of his school’s student council

Masamune- the red haired sporty one

• The sportiest of ‘em all! 
• You’d assume he’s the guy who just absolutely adores baseball or soccer (football)
• Nope, very wrong!
• This dude here takes his kendou seriously, is part of the club even and practices every afternoon
• Extremely loyal to his friends and hates seeing his teammates being hurt 
• Butts his heads with Nobunaga plenty times but they’re still amazing friends~
• He is also childhood friends with our Mai and is her neighbour!

Hideyoshi- the mature and motherly purple haired  

• Side leader of the team who…Well no one listens to xD RIP 
• Give the poor guy a raise! He deserves it. And no, his teammates better not call him the paranoid overbearing mother or he will sulk in the corner :( (Mai will always make him feel better though)
• It goes something like this: 
• “Guys, I’m pretty sure the map says to go follow the straight road” 
• “Oh please Hideyoshi, who actually follows instructions?” 
• After some time you’ll see the whole bunch with their asses on fire and trying to get the human sized venus fly trap from feeding on them
• Vice president of the council (come on, it was obvious)

Mistunari- green haired introverted smartie 

• Soft spoken teammate, gets talked over at times by others 
• Please don’t do that, it hurts his feelings very much 
• His friends are ready to beat up anyone who does that though (mostly Masamune and Hideyoshi) 
• Spends majority of the time cooped up in the library studying for tests or reading random novels 
• He drops fun facts throughout the day like how teachers break their chalk 
• Will have the “right fun fact” that will be needed later in the day to defeat a cockroach shaped villain who’s destroying the city and save the day
• Whoop whoop 

Mitsuhide- the pastel hair coloured villain turned into a magical girl 

• Could also be the prince or soldier of his beloved fallen fantasy other dimensional world and working to save the the current world he’s staying at
• People find him super shady…Which is understandable
• Especially if he was an ex-villain
• Hideyoshi was initially super wary of him until Mitsunari started hanging out with him
• The perfect match with Mitsunari, they are somehow besties 
• Don’t ask why, I make the rules here 

Ieyasu- the other cranky blue haired teammate 

• He’s salty all the time 
• But is worried about his teammates’ health all the time, even more than Hideyoshi at times but will never tell
• Will be arguing with the Mai most of the time, you know how that saying goes
• “Those who fight a lot are close friends indeed”
• It’s something like that between them 
• Does his magical girl duties perfectly, and when he gets hurt? Will hide it until Mai comes over to do first aid…
• He will accept begrudgingly

//Bonus//

Mai- the pink haired main character and leader

• The MVP and the TRUE leader of the team, never let go of her hand 
• But also the darling of the team, dontchu dare hurt her AT ALL or else you’ll be seeing very angry magical bros after you with their sparkly outfits and weapons 
• And beware to anyone gossiping or talking smack about her friends <.< or SHE’LL be after your asses.
• Angry Mai is…scarier than an angry Hideyoshi
• Everyone knows her, adores her and looks up to her 
• Is kinda that person who’s super famous but they don’t even realise it xD 
• Also a sweetheart, always feels like the villains must be given a second chance to follow the right path
• Annnnd nobody can top her when it comes to emotional support and caring for her dear friends & teammates
• Is too sweet and helpful so she sometimes unknowingly becomes a doormat ;-; to which her friends have to remind THAT NO GURL, remember your worth please 

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Maeda Keiji Main Story

Mild spoilers ahead:

Background: Keiji volunteered MC to play the role of Murasaki, a noblewoman who composed what is now know as The Tale of Genji, a famous novel. They are doing this because Keiji was asked by his master to bring a lady to his party in Sakai. While they are there, Keiji plans to look for Kichou. 

Keiji: “You are overwhelmingly lacking in the princess department.”

“In order to play the role of Murasaki, you are going to need some training.*”

“Murasaki was a brave and graceful noble lady. Meaning, everything that you are lacking.”

MC (frustrated): (He said it two times already!…)

MC: “In that case, you didn’t have to volunteer me for the role so forcibly.”

Keiji: “Umm”

MC: (Hm?)

Keiji seemed stunned by my response. 

Keiji: “Was I too forceful?”

MC: “Yes, even more so than usual.”

(……Maybe he didn’t realized it at the time?)

“In any case, thank you for inviting me anyway. I do enjoy being taught by you.”

Keiji: “Is that so?”

(Umm why is Keiji…looking so shy?)

(I don’t know why he is looking like this, but it looks like I was able to tease him back after getting played by him all this time)

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* They did some training after this where he shows he how to use a fan to cover her face and also how to act more refined in her actions. 

Disclaimer: I may have paraphrased some lines since I didn’t screenshot all of the conversation. As always, I am not fluent so I may not have the best translation. 

In another note, I’m back! I took a longer break than I was planning to but oh well. I don’t even know when Keiji’s route was released to be honest, but I am kind of enjoying it atm. 

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Pumpkin Jack Ieyasu Tokugawa

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Ikemen sengoku as The Office quotes p2:

Part 1

Bonus:

Legends say that Kenshin listens to this soundscape whenever there is no battle