OMG YEA YEA YES. DO THIS!! Can I please ask for 'SLBP Lord of Your Choice' + "I'm sorry I called you at 3am. I needed you." Love you very much too, friend. 💕💕 Good luck with the writer's block!
i love youuu! modern day au i guess because phones?? what that?? and i chose nobu because i love nobu and also i can definitely see a modern day reincarnation romance between the two.
There are nights where Nobunaga wakes up in a cold sweat, sleep evading him in favor for nightmares that jolt him awake in the middle of the night. It hadn’t been something new; it had been occurring for about as long as he could remember. A betrayal, a fire, his end, and then her. He remembered her face in clarity from these dreams, and he has never been able to forget it. It had made matters stranger when the woman in his dream shares the same face as the woman he’s in love with, present day. In fact, it’s what had caught his attention to her in the first place.
She had been working as a waitress in a small restaurant owned by her family when he had arrived for dinner with a business partner. At the time, he had come to the conclusion that dreams were only dreams, and nothing more. He couldn’t afford to believe in dreams his mind conjured while his conscience was away. The only things that mattered were things that were tangible and factual, especially if it meant his success in the world. He couldn’t–and wouldn’t–imagine that a woman could distract him from his destiny to greatness.
And then the foolish girl had the nerve to turn around and ask how many seats he would be needing. It had been in that same moment that he had recognized her from his dreams, but he would be a madman to ever admit that to her. Everything had been exactly the same, from the way her smile would always show her teeth brilliantly, to the birthmark on her neck that he somehow knew so well. The sentiment was troublesome to say the least, and it added to his worries when he found himself wanting to go there every damned day just to look at some waitress. He remembered marching down there one day and demanding to take her out on a date, and so she agreed. And of course, he had made a scene (and a fool of himself) doing it.
His life had been vigorously turned upside down once he met her. New dreams occurred with her in them, speaking nonsense of how she was to never leave him and how he would take the nation and her. She had managed to somehow invade every aspect of his life to where he couldn’t escape her–not that he wanted to, really. He found himself suddenly reaching for his phone to call her, another impulse habit he had managed to pick up on due to her influence. And when he hears her voice on the line, he’s desperately attempting to say something meaningful with no avail; his lips refuse any movement to speak the words. It was times like this that his words seemed to be wrapped up in themselves, seemingly not enough for her. I’m sorry I called you at 3am. I needed you, he desperately wants to tell her. But instead, he settles for something his tongue will allow.
“And what is my foolish girl doing awake at this hour?”