Ikemenfics

I like Ikemen Sengoku and writing, so why not put both together in one blog? I write microfics, small fics, readers, and scenarios. Master List Here. The Ikemen series is owned by Cybird. I get no money for this. This is just for fun and love of the franchise. Images are from official artist, Shiro. Do not take what’s not yours

[ikemenfics]

I’m not back....calm down... I just realized years later that while I made a similar meme....I am offended that it never occurred to me to make this specific one...and I never saw it in my incredibly lazy version of “research” so...here it is... I disappear back into the abyss.

[ikemenfics]

Announcement

....you may or may not have noticed the absence...Sorry...honestly I figured it would go away and I could find the flow again and...it didn’t. Pardon the vagueness, I just have found that I am an extreme minority in my opinion in this conversation so...it’s really not worth starting the arguments over again.... But with the way some things have come about in Ikemen Sengoku and its characters and the response to said characters and how that’s influenced the conversation of historical figures, I am simply finding myself less and less desiring to engage in that content as this one thing became more and more prominent in the main body of Ikesen’s characters and gameplay and I simply...can’t really look at it anymore.  Did I draw the line at a weird place?  Maybe...I don’t think I am...but again...not a conversation I’m willing to have as i already tried to have it...and was basically told that I...and others similar to me...don’t matter and need to be quiet. That said...I will not be writing for Ikemenfics anymore.  I loved this game and the fun blend of history and fantasy and the conversations that this game has allowed me to engage in as someone who has always loved this period of Japanese history to study and pick at and learn about and...anyway...this game was a gem for so long and I am honored that I got to be allowed to meet the people I have and engage in the ways I have been able to.  

I will not delete this blog...just...there won’t be any posts really from here on out...It was my precious baby and I loved making the themes and different areas of the pc page...but it’s time to say goodbye.  Thank you all for including me in your engagement with Ikemen Sengoku and thank you for including my blog in your engagement with fanfictions.   You all helped me build my writing and allowed me to explore my creativity in a way that growing up I wasn’t really allowed and I am able to carry this experience into further creative endeavors and being allowed to express myself in a way that makes me happy.  So thank you.  And thank you to the writers, translators, and artists of Ikemen Sengoku for giving us this amazing fun game that made people love the figures of history in a fun and lively way and open up the world at large and invite everyone to a piece of Japan’s past through the realm of fantasy and fiction.

Hope you all have a great day.  Keep on keeping.

[ikemenfics]

Adeste Fideles

Word Count: 1936

Notes: Blame or thank, I dunno which…either way, this is @tsundere-mitsuhide​’s fault…don’t let them lie to you.  Happy Holidays.  I know this story is just one holiday..but seriously…happy holidays.  Also, liberties were taken about timelines and what nots…Also 2 MC’S??!

Winter snows graced the ground.  Was it the lack of heaters in the past or the globe being generally cooler, I had no idea, but still I huddled close to the campfire.  Oda Nobunaga and his camp were in a gridlock between the Uesugi/Takeda Alliance, the pirates of the Mouri, and the Ikko Ikki and things had been quite tight.  It was uncomfortable, but we still managed.

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[ikemenfics]

Merry christmas, wifey

[ikemenfics]

Adeste Fideles

Word Count: 1936

Notes: Blame or thank, I dunno which...either way, this is @tsundere-mitsuhide​’s fault...don’t let them lie to you.  Happy Holidays.  I know this story is just one holiday..but seriously...happy holidays.  Also, liberties were taken about timelines and what nots...Also 2 MC’S??!

Winter snows graced the ground.  Was it the lack of heaters in the past or the globe being generally cooler, I had no idea, but still I huddled close to the campfire.  Oda Nobunaga and his camp were in a gridlock between the Uesugi/Takeda Alliance, the pirates of the Mouri, and the Ikko Ikki and things had been quite tight.  It was uncomfortable, but we still managed.

You, however, were greatly missing home this holiday.  Christmas was that time of year for joy, family, gifts, and love.  Instead we both were mired in cold, pain, tension, rations, and alienation.  A wormhole swallowed us both and Sasuke, who ended with the Uesugi (another thorn of sadness that our brethren of the modern era was forced to the other side of the war) and I could see the toll it was taking to see you missing your homeland now more than any other time since coming here.

The sengoku family huddled around the campfire, doing what warcamps generally did.  Told stories, boasted accomplishments, commiserated about missing their loved ones.  I warmed my hands at the fire, watching you as we listened to the great unifiers of Japan.

“So I challenged, ‘you ain’t seen nothing yet’,” The One-Eyed Dragon reenacted his fight from earlier that day.  A glorious victory, one could be sure.  “And sword in each hand, I went for it.  No one, not even The God of War would have been able to keep up at that point!” “You’re right,” Ieyasu lamented, gulping down the last dredges of the stew Masa had made for the soldiers, “My bandages can scarce keep up.  Can’t even see how you do it.” “Ha!  I’m just that good,” Masa’s smile was wild and flamboyant as he quite deliberately misconstrued Ieyasu’s chidings, a feat Ieyasu himself noted and rolled his eyes to.

“Mm, but I was quite impressed with our little princess actually blocking an arrow as she flailed about the battlefield,”  Mitsuhide always knew how to fluff my feathers, darn it. “Look, it was YOUR idea to have me on a blasted horse after I told you I specifically did not want to be near a horse,” I replied, my back stiff as it recalled the terror of my little adventure today, “The block was sheer luck and I am grateful to the gods for it.” “Still looked cool to me,” Masa offered. “It was reckless.  Be more aware next time,” Hideyoshi chided.

“Ok, but what about after?”  I pointed to you, my ears burning and wanting the attention off of me, “The way you handled those blades to get me to safety.  Where did those come from?” “Oh yes, do tell,” Mitsuhide’s flaxen eyes watched you for your response as well. “They’re mine,” you stated, matching Mitsuhide’s entertained expression with a calm one of your own, “Lord Nobunaga even said I could keep them when I found them.  Take it up with him.”

It was nice seeing your face lose its gloominess, but it was not to last.  Soon, conversations drifted back away from the two of us and the shadows of homesickness returned once more.

[If only there was something I could do...hmm]  You stood, seeking your way to the supplies tent, an idea coming to your head, “Just need some…”

“And just what do you think you’re doing?”  I jumped, finding Ieyasu staring at me.  “Planning on throwing our supplies to the wind like yourself earlier?” “No,” I held up a finger, “Do you have lemons or oranges?”

“And those are..” [Oh yeah right…]  “Uh...like...yuzu..or kan?

“We have yuzu for the onsen, but we have those packed until we reach Kiyosu.” “We’re leaving?” Ieyasu sighed, “Yes.  That Motonari is interfering too much and it looks like every side is stretched too thin to deal with everyone at once.  We’re withdrawing.” I nodded, turning back to the supplies, “Could I have one or two?”

“Braincells?  That might be too much,” Ieyasu retorted, “Otherwise I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mikan or yuzu.” “Why” “Something…”

Ieyasu gestured but approached one of the carts food.  He plucked up four yellow fruits and handed them to me.  “What do you want these for?” “A gift.  There’s…” I hesitated.  While it was generally accepted we’d come from another village- and shoot I from a whole country entirely given my western looks- how it came that we shared traditions and knowledge was always a bit of a slippery slope.  I attempted to keep my words careful, “a holiday where I’m from.  And with us both,” I indicated camp, implying you, “so far from home...I was just hoping to share something of my home...to make it easier.”

Ieaysu nodded and said nothing else.  I took it as my signal to flee and escape.  Next, I took my way to the food tent.  With Masa already having fed everyone, I was sure the tent would be empty.

I was wrong.  “Something you need, kitten?”

I smiled, though I’m sure I still looked quite like a mouse in front of the playful cat.  Also, I’m quite sure Mitsuhide would love to have heard that comparison.  [No giving the marksman anymore ammunition, me.]  “Was hoping to find a knife...to cut these,” I held up the yuzu for Masamune to see.

Tool obtained, I set to work, splitting the fruits in half and gouging out the center parts, trying to leave as much of the white pith behind as possible.  Part of the juice, I let flow back into the bowls I’d created and put the rest into an actual bowl, stating, “If you add a little sugar and water to this...you can make refreshing juice for the soldiers.  Makes for a great revitalizing drink.” “Noted, kitten.”

[And now I’ve introduced lemonade almost 100 years too early.  Sasuke please don’t be mad...but I mean you kept Kenshin alive...pretty sure my sin is a lot smaller in the eyes of Gallifrey.]

I peeled up a bit of pith, standing it straight up from it’s little yuzu bowl.  I smiled at my handiwork, “Kinda wish I had wax, but this will have to do.” “Not sure why we’d have wax on a military campaign since we’re not Buddhists here, but I’d be delighted to hear why you want it, little mouse,” the tent moved aside and the silver fox of azuchi was there.  “And what this has to do with yuzu fruits.”

 [Of course he’d investigate.  The man, I swear, can detach his eyes and have them float around like little moons, I’m sure.]  I held up my little bowl of pith and citrus juice.  “I’m making a gift for someone.  Ieyasu-sama gave me two, but I only really needed one.  One for me and one for my friend.”

“And you need wax because?” Now Masamune was back into the conversation, his single sapphire eye alight with curiosity. “I’m making makeshift candles,” I stated, quite proud of myself. Mitsuhide smiled and I could tell he was laughing at me, “Such effort for such a tiny thing.”  I puffed my cheeks like the little gerbil I was in the face of the fox and Mitsuhide was unfettered, “There are plenty of ways to get candles without all this effort.  Ieyasu had almost thought you were going to bathe yourselves.  Pity he was wrong.”  

I bit my retort as my face was already scorching and I knew my voice would never cooperate after such a devastating strike to my armory of wit.  

I took my candles and thanked Masamune for his help and Mitsuhide for his lack thereof and set out to find you.  

You were helping put the majority of the fires for the night, some staying lit for the watchmen taking up their nightly guard.  I called and you glanced up, finding a tiny decimated citrus fruit being presented.

“Come...it’s Christmas.  They’re not beeswax but they’re better than nothing.”

We stepped to the back of camp, out of the way and hopefully well out of any danger that might come.  The sky was barren of stars due to the blanket of cloud threatening more snowfall.  It was a shame.  A star or two would have made this much nicer.

“What am I supposed to do with this?” You asked, holding your little gift in question. “Well, I thought we could light it and sing Christmas songs.”  It was only after the words left my mouth that I realized I forgot something instrumental in my plan.

“With what?”  You noticed the flaw as well. I laughed, I mean what else do ya do?  It wasn’t the end of the world, but embarrassed I still was.  “I obviously didn’t get that far.”

“Obviously,” you agreed.

So, we stood, staring at a bunch of cloud, the white of the snow gleaming on the ground.  The nighttime world was changed into a whole new realm when the snow falls.  That period that’s not dark, but clearly not day and certainly not a twilight.

“Still...be a waste to ruin the night, huh?”  I asked.  My mouth opened and the snow provided the perfect sound barrier to keep my song from carrying too far into the night.  

Adeste fideles laeti triumphantes

“Your Latin is terrible,” You laughed.  I stumped over the next few words, small bits of laughter almost overtaking my song.  But still I sang.  Eventually, even you joined in, our imperfect pitches doing little to stop us from enjoying our little bit of caroling.

“Maybe instead of kittens, you should be songbirds,” a voice chimed in.  We turned, Masamune, holding a hollowed out yuzu half behind us.

“We could call them cuckoo birds,” Mitsuhide offered, holding a makeshift candle of his own.

“Well, don’t let us stop you from keeping everyone in the camp awake,” Ieyasu, holding a candle of his own, waved his hand, “Go on.  We’ll wait.  Not like we got anything better to do.”

I laughed, resuming singing.  Noticing that you weren’t singing along.  I elbowed, and poked, but you were not having it.  [No matter] I though, letting lose my inner Mariah Carey [I’ll sing enough for all of us].  Mitsuhide approached, lighting our candles, the citrus scent wafting from the heat of the flames.

Silent Night broke out into Holy Night and we Veni’d Emmanual for what seemed like forever and no time at all.  

“Hmm,” a new voice approached as Nobunaga appeared, holding his own little bowl of candle.  “I heard voices and found this.  I am curious what my vassals and charms are doing.”

“Caroling,” You responded, your cheeks red from cold but eyes bright with merriment.

“It’s tradition,” I quipped, prepared to sing the next number.

“And does Emmanuel,” Nobunaga pronouncing the name Emmanuel in his accent was an event I’d cherish forever, “know of the tradition.” “You know Latin,” you blinked at him in surprise. “Enough to know you’re not singing anymore. Now,” Nobunaga, holding his candle to Mitsuhide to light, “Continue this caroling of yours.  I demand to hear more.”

Knowing what happened to the last cuckoo bird that refused to sing for Japan’s first Unifier, we sang.  We sang every song we knew, from Jingle Bells to Feliz Navidad.  We even tried one or two attempts to translate a few into Japanese for Japan’s warlords to learn.  Song and laughter reached up into the night sky and it seemed even the celestial powers above were touched.  The clouds broke away, clearing the heavens, and revealing the first stars to grace Japan’s very first Christmas Night.

[silver-fox-of-azuchi]

Was I up all night giving Masa a tramp stamp

ya damn right, and then some…please no take, remove watermark, all that great stuff.  Edit of the onsen event with Masamune, Yukimura, and Mitsuhide. more under the cut cuz why not…Long time ago, someone taught me how to recolor hair on images…so I put that here…enjoy.

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[ikemenfics]

here you go @tsundere-mitsuhide a meme worthy of ikesen

[batcii-archive-deactivated20210]

people in fanfiction are so good at identifying v specific smells. I literally struggle to identify vanilla when I’m sniffing a candle labelled “VANILLA” how are these kids getting woodsmoke, rain, mint, and a whiff of byronic despair from a fuckin tshirt

[archouai]

Once I read a fic where they were like “he tasted like” and I’m expecting the typical formula (1 cooking ingredient + 1 natural phenomenon + “something uniquely [character name]”) but instead they said “he tasted like mouth” and it was one of the greatest fic moments of my life

[nicetobealive-deactivated201710]

click and drag to find out what your shitty fanfiction kiss tastes like

[nerdgul]

*if ur on moble screenshot it

[deepblooberc]

Ah, I love the smell of Coffee lightning desperation in the morning. As a fanfic writer, I feel like I’ve been radiating those smells in my smuts

[the-based-brit]

Sugar, Soft Rain and Passion:

[daddys-little-gaslighter-deacti]

Mine’s like a combo of y'all’s

[tarralin]

OK, but I love mine😂

@darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts @tsundere-mitsuhide @jennacat84 @ikemenfics @umbralaperture @pseudofaux

[ikemenfics]

I can only infer from this that I kissed Motonari, which I am not complaining about.

I don’t know who is left to tag, so I won’t tag anyone, but feel free to share and enjoy.

[221bshrlocked]

Why do you reblog your own fics so much?

Because someone might as well!? And look at this. Look. At. This.

Does this look right to you??

These are just the last three fics I wrote. I appreciate the likes, believe me I do, but you have to understand. Likes do nothing for content creators. It’s the reblogs. Because that’s how you find shit on your dashboard. Through reblogs. Not likes. This isn’t twitter or tiktok or instagram. This is a website that’s run by the reblog system.

Reblogging helps content creators put their stuff out there. Why do you think so many people stopped writing fanfic and creating beautiful fanart and edits? It’s because they put in hours of work and don’t get nearly enough notes for their masterpieces. Yes we do this because we enjoy it but like...some validation won’t hurt. A boost of confidence here and there might be all someone needs to finish whatever thing they started and left.

Anyway, I’m still going to reblog my shit...

[raewritesfiction]

I think I’m gonna restart blogging my own shit.

[221bshrlocked]

WRITERS. ARTISTS. EDITORS.

REBLOG YOUR OWN WORK.

THERE IS NO SHAME IN IT.

[kinkybazsmolsnow]

And still there'd be people who'd not REBLOG this post

[jihoonsconstellation]

this or that ! intimate moments

thanks for tagging me @ni-kigai ! ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each others sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

🐾tagging: @jungwonn @nari-nim @noriyoshi @denehbola @lqsience mwah and anyone else that wants to do it don’t do it if you don’t want !!

[chickynn]

OOoo tysm for the tag 👉👈💖🤧

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

tagging: @anyone (too lazy to tag rn sorry 😔)

[randomstuff7739]

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

can you tell im a tddk anyways tagging!! um @amee-racle @onewholeagarjelly @mysterioussusu @anyone else who wants to

[amee-racle]

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

these are making me so soft🥺

@ilupant @sensetenou @shandycandy278 @marshmallowprotection @melkinpump

[sensetenou]

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

This is so cute😭

@truth-be-told-im-lying @braincellbank @saeran-simp @yusuuna @saeransboy + anyone!

[truth-be-told-im-lying]

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters AND mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

Some of these were hard to choose (I did cheat on one and say both). I’ll tag @gureishi @pamakali @quirky-and-kind @dummys-fics @dreamer-hyun and @zeyans if you want to play. No pressure if you don’t!

D'awww! Thanks @sensetenou for the tag!

[gureishi]

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

Adorable 🥰 Thank you for the tag, my dear! I’ll add @space-kitten-606 @mammonprotectionsquad @luxielle @starry-starry-night24 @nad-zeta

[zeetasposts]

Eeeeeek thanks dorbthe tag love! @gureishi eeeep!

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters AND mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

Eeeep i shall tag..

@mineko811 @readerinsertfanfiction @silhouette-of-a-dream @lorei-writes @kisara-16 @spoopy-fish-writes @kamesama @xarexraven hehehe and anyone else who wants to play along!

[mineko811]

Heheheh thanks for the tag @nad-zeta

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

Tagging @tsundere-mitsuhide @readerinsertfanfiction @pseudofaux @mllorei and anyone who wanna play.

[tsundere-mitsuhide]

Oh, cute! Thanks @mineko811

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs There were a couple I couldnt choose between so ya got extras lol. Tagging: @ikemenfics, @krys-loves-otome, @beni-draw-ikemen-please,  @mythiica, @snow-and-saltea and anyone else who feels like doing this too.

[ikemenfics]

love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone | love letters or mixtapes | hand kisses or kisses on the cheeks | understanding each other without words or finishing each others sentences | gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing | longing to be with someone again or spending every second together | laughing together or crying together | someone run their fingers through your hair or gently playing with your hand | surprise kisses or long tight hugs

Look...you can’t make me choose...Call me Freddie Mercury cuz I want it all...

thank you for tagging me, waifu.  I tag @darkmindsthinktwistedthoughts, @yunohawkeye, and @my-dark-and-twisted-faerietales and anyone else that would like to participate.

[ikemenfics]

Nice to Know I still got some spark.

Yes, hi...sorry for my extended periods of silence...I was writing and found aroadblock and here we are...meanwhile...

Transcript: 

Waifu: how would you describe mitsuhides surprised face

Me: honestly..."off-guard" but..let's see here Lemme work my purple prose “Though his eyebrows didn't raise like you would imagine, I could see his surprise.  His normally slitted gaze widened, giving me a clear view of topaz eyes that were usually hidden behind snowy white lashes.  His kitsune grin was removed in almost a frown, making him appear much younger than the silver fox I had come to know.  For a moment, his face looked vulnerable, even.  You could even say he looked almost confused.  It was as if the idea of being caught so off-guard was inconceivable to him.”

Take of that as you will...but that's how I would describe his features at least.

i was rather proud of my description...How would you describe the surprised face of Azuchi’s Silver Fox?  Lemme know

@tsundere-mitsuhide​

[tsundere-mitsuhide]

Tactical Decisions 10

I’m just as surprised that I was able to finish up this chapter so quickly. I guess i’ve had more free time and creative energy lately. Many thanks to my lovely wife @ikemenfics for both alpha and beta reading this for me. <3. TW halfway through the chapter for Masamune’s PTSD; I think its on par with the canon story so if that bothered you then you know to skip it. Also this entire chapter relates to guns in some fashion. Full text can be found [here].

Grumbling to herself, Tazuki reloads again. 

 As he moves in to help her aim, Mitsuhide is surprised to hear her speaking to herself in a foreign tongue.

 “Fucking Kentucky windage.” 

[ikemenfics]

The Kiss That Begins with C

Word Count: 1983

Happy valentine’s: The finale of our crazy crack comes to an end!  

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The Kiss That Begins with C

Word Count: 1983

Happy valentine’s: The finale of our crazy crack comes to an end!  

“They went aft th' Uesugi Takeda alliance, too?”  The white haired man leaned back, looking all but flabbergasted hearing the recent events regarding the Oda and Takeda incidents.  “They mad?  That’s madness.”

The messenger nodded, agreeing with the pirate warlord, “There were no casualties though.  That’s the strangest part…”  They sat, contemplating their sake as they spoke.  

“So ye're tellin' me that a lone figure broke into th' Oda 'n Uesugi castles.  Nah only that, they went aft th' warrior monk, too.  Hmm..."  an idea spawned into Motonari’s head.  If he could get ahold of the geniuses that broke into the castles AND got to the warrior monk, that could spell complete chaos on all sides.  Motonari’s face broke into a grin at the thought, dismissing his subordinate.  

"Now all that's needed be gettin' th' apparent trespassers t' come t' me."

Elsewhere, around a table sat figures playing cards.  One perked his head up, gave a nod, then excused himself from the game.  Another figure reached to peek at his cards but found his hand smacked away before he could eye the hand.

Motonari had wandered into the woods.  His intention was to question Kennyo himself, as an “ally”, about the recent drama.  After all, Kennyo had also failed to take the town he had planned to raid.  There was definitely suspicious intelligence at work and if it was against Oda, Takeda/Uesugi, and Kennyo...they were people he definitely wanted to see.

His vision warped and he nearly fell over as his mind tried to reorient itself.  A point pierced reality, slicing cleanly downward.  A figure in white stepped from the tear in the world, giving a bow of flourish.

“Pardon me,” the man said, raising from his bow, “My name is Edgar and I have been commanded to bring you this.”  A small bag appeared in the man’s hand and was tossed towards the pirate warlord.  “You are to use this to bring joy-”

[Now’s me chance] Motonari didn’t let Edgar finish.  He charged towards the man, hitting him near his midsection, knocking him off balance.  The two tumbled into the tear in reality, Motonari already standing to dash away into the realm behind the tear.  Edgar stood and considered giving chase. “It seems, I must notify the king of my failure.”

Figures at the table started placing their cards down. “Straight.”

“Gay!”

“I got nothing.”

“Pair...10’s.” “Two pair, queens and aces.” “Go fish.” “Wrong game, but good try.” “What did Edgar have, though…” another hand reached for his cards.  “Royal Flush..ace high.  How?!” Before the conversation around the table could continue, a figure burst into the room, rushing past the players without a word.  Several pairs of confused eyes followed him as he left, Edgar close behind. “My king…” Edgar panted, “we have a breach.” 

Chaos erupted as everyone stood, dawning back their full uniforms, preparing to apprehend the man. “Wait.”  The red king glanced in the direction Motonari had gone, “Reinforcements might be needed.  We can’t risk the citizens.” “Agreed,” the black king nodded.

Orders were given and soon the members all split in two directions, some towards the border of reality, others into Cradle.

You were walking through the halls, delivering various repaired garments to their respective owners when the world warped. “AGAIN?!” Was all you could cry before familiar aqua hair appeared. “Yoohoo~!”  Seth stepped into reality, followed by a figure you’d never seen before.  His companion was tall...very tall.  You craned your neck to get a good look at him.  He stared down at you and you were sure he started hunching so you wouldn’t have to look up so far.  “We need your help,” the man said, “Where is your king?”

You and your new guests arrived at the war room to alert Nobunaga and co.  There wasn’t a meeting and messengers had to be sent, leaving time for introductions between you, Sirius, and Seth Hyde. “A queen?  But you’re a...?” You trailed off, letting the question hang lest you accidentally offended someone. “Not that kind of queen, little lady.” “More like a queen in a deck of cards, second to the king, as it were.”

The war room doors slid open with a loud thwack as men charged into the room.  “Motonari has done what?!”  Hideyoshi’s cry preceded him as men filed into the room.

You explained, “They said that Motonari walked through the tear that the strange man with the chocolate had made.  They are asking for help in tracking him..” “I can track him easily.”  Mitsuhide turned to Nobunaga, awaiting his orders.

“You can’t track him in another land, Mitsuhide,” came Hideyoshi’s response, “Even you aren’t that talented.  Damn that thrice cursed cur for causing all this trouble!  Nobunaga-sama, let me lead men into the realm and we will bring him back for your justice.” “Hey, now,” Sirius interrupted, “Calm down.  We have armies, we need someone who knows the pirate to help us track him.  We don’t need more war on our hands.”

“I will *not* calm down.  Not while that lunatic pirate heathen is out there causing trouble.” “So you’re just going to make more trouble for everyone trying to stop his?  Great plan,” Ieyasu crossed his arms, watching Hideyoshi fume.

“If we’re sending people out to track, I can help,” Masamune said, “I got speed to go with Mitsuhide’s intelligence.  We’ll bring him back in no time.” “And probably with half your parts missing, too,” Ieyasu muttered to no one in particular. “I haven’t lost any yet!” “Care to adjust that eyepatch?  I think it’s blinding your good eye.” Nobunaga raised a hand, all bickering coming to a halt.  “I will send Mitsuhide and Masamune.”  He stood, intending on leaving the war council when a thought struck him, “You’ll take my lucky charm with you.  I can’t risk losing two of my best to this task.”

Meanwhile, in a tower, two men sat and discussed a possible alliance. “YOu are telling me you can rid me of both armies and all I have to do is give you lodgings?  You can’t be serious.” “I be perfectly serious.  I needs them in chaos as much as ye do.”

Amon sighed, moving a bishop across the board, “Then it seems I have little choice as you already ransacked much of our stash.  Where did you learn to fight like that?”

“A scallywag has t' throw away all th' rules o' fightin' if he hopes t' survive th' sea.  Thar be no honor outside o' yer crew among pirates.  Even then…”

And so it was that you, Masamune Date, and Mitsuhide Akechi found yourselves in Cradle.  It was a wonder to your eyes.  You’d read about the elaborate rose gardens of Europe, but nothing quite correctly encompassed what assaulted your senses.  The roses were perfectly red and bushes all but made a wall around you.  There was a large table, a red and black table cloth covering the wood.  You found other figures and a shocking sight. “Shingen-sama?!  Yukimura-kun?  And Sasuke-san?!” Yuki blanched but Shingen was quicker, “Ah, so they have acquired the aid of a goddess.  I do not have to worry so much about being out of my element, for surely we now have luck on our side.”

“Masamune,” a man whom Sirius had been speaking with while you gawked approached, “You will work with Luka and Fenrir, my jack and ace.  I’m told you make a rather formidable ace yourself.” Masa nodded his agreement to the team, moving to join them. “Luka, first we need to prepare rations for the search parties.  Fenrir, get the gear ready for them.  Masa can help with either.” “I’ll cook,” the one eyed dragon stated. “Roger that,” came Luka’s response. “On it,” Fenrir’s.

“Oh...I was told to give you this..” Ray lifted your hand, placing a small kiss in it.  This kiss was different than previous kisses, for this one’s wrapping was brown with lighter tan stripes.  A caramel Hershey’s kiss.  You glanced up confused and all Ray said was, “I don’t know.  I was just told to give it to you.  I’m sure you’ll find out why later.”

Parties split, each moving to their respective headquarters, leaving you to follow the black army somewhat helplessly.  You moved from the garden to a place called Central Quarter and from there to the Black Army Bridge.

You, however, didn't get to cross it.  An arm shot out, your mouth covered as you were dragged away.  In an alley, figures in white examined you.  They seemed to be confirming something before a flash of light found you in a new place.

“I did warn ya nah t' let me catch ye, once, seamstress.”  Your eyes widened as you met Motonari’s.

“How did you even get here?”  You had a million questions but you had to keep calm, buy time, the others would find you, right?  In that time, you needed to get Motonari to spill all you could get from him. “Doors don't jus' open one sided, seamstress,” Motonari said, “When th' scallywag wit' th' thin cutlass sliced th' world, I jus' stepped into his side o' it.”

You pressed more, trying to ask where you were, who the people in robes were, but Motonari was done with talking.  He held up a bag that you recognized.

“Wha' th' heck are these?  th' metal be lame 'n doesn't make decent bullets, but th' brown stuff underneath be too soft fer anythin'.”

“They’re...kisses…” you said, weakly, realizing what your task was going to wind up being.

He eyed the bag, questioning your sanity or education regarding displays of affection.  It was a familiar conversation.

“Strange thin' t' call these.  But I didn' make 'em so I don't much care.  Take 'em.”

You shook your head, realizing what you had to do.  “You can’t just thrust them at someone.  There’s an order to things.”  You removed the caramel kiss from your kimono, holding it out to him. “It’s diff’rent.” He took the sweet and you leaned, kissing his jaw.  Motonari’s entire body went stiff at the touch, the man turning into an almost human statue.  Moving back you held out your hand. “Now you can give me one kiss.  That’s it.”

Motonari eyed you in shock.  He silently took a kiss from the bag, flicking it at you.  You caught it, almost fumbling trying to hold onto it.  You closed your eyes, waiting for the kiss but none came.

Opening your eyes, you found him smirking at you.  “Didn' realize ye were that way fer me..”  He took the bag, placing the whole thing in your hands.  Your hands holding the bag, he took the opportunity to seize your face in his own.  “Now, where's me kisses?” His mouth pressed against yours, his tongue already invading.  It was passionate, him breaking on occasion to nip and lick, before pressing his lips to yours again.  You moaned at the attention before he finally parted.

“Was that a bag's worth o' kisses?”  You stared at Motonari, nodding in response.

The tower rumbled, panicked voiced filling the areas around you.  Motonari took your hand, both of you leaving as the world seemed to stretch and strain against some chaotic movement.  You traveled to the garden, through the tear and back into the woods that Motonari had once occupied.  You panted, catching your breath, and glanced back to the pirate, only for him to cover your eyes.

“Don't stare at me anymore wit' those eyes.  They look too deep.  I don't like that.  Go galleon.  Ye're nah far from th' Oda.” You stumbled home, finding everyone had made it safe.  The rips in the world had been repaired, everyone back where they belonged.  You, though, found yourself staring again at the forest where a pirate seemed a little honest to you.

“Huh...bag’s worth, indeed, Motonari.”

What happened to the tower? Dunno You wrote it? Look, shoehorning...shoehorning They ok? Probably Didn’t you promise us Jonah About that... You’re not giving us much. Look here- -flings Edgar at you and flees- At least this is the last time...

[ikemenfics]

Tea and Cakes for the Ikemen Soul

Motonari is not cooperating with me and so I decided to let these two explore a thing that occurred in another fic I wrote…please do not flame me.

Word Count: 1163

The two sat at a table, tea, cakes, pastries, milk, and sugar spread between the pair.  The house smelled of sweets and Shingen honestly thought it heavenly.  He leaned back, admiring how the cushion formed to his behind, making the seating luxurious as he eyed his companion.  Blanc’s lashes fluttered, their eyes meeting briefly, before he resumed his task.

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[ikemenfics]

Tea and Cakes for the Ikemen Soul

Motonari is not cooperating with me and so I decided to let these two explore a thing that occurred in another fic I wrote...please do not flame me.

Word Count: 1171

The two sat at a table, tea, cakes, pastries, milk, and sugar spread between the pair.  The house smelled of sweets and Shingen honestly thought it heavenly.  He leaned back, admiring how the cushion formed to his behind, making the seating luxurious as he eyed his companion.  Blanc’s lashes fluttered, their eyes meeting briefly, before he resumed his task.

“Sugar?” “Of course.” “How much?” Shingen grinned answering that he’d take a typical amount.  This earned him a chuckle as Blanc suggested two for starters.  Of course, Blanc preferred four sugars and milk with his tea, but it seemed Shingen was new to this style of taking tea.  Handing Shingen a cup, Blanc set about making his own.

Shingen’s hand reached for a puffed ball on the table, examining it with interest, “We have round dangos, but this is-” he tapped the pastry, little flakes crumbling under his finger, “is more like a fried bread.  Is fried bread that good?” Again, the pale man smiled, taking one of the cream puffs himself, “I haven’t fried bread, so I wouldn’t know.  A cream puff, though, is more like a filled pie ball.”  He took a bite, his pink eyes on his guests all the while.  He turned, showing the white cream that filled the ball.  “They are quite sweet.  I made them, myself.” “In that case,” Shingen’s eyes crinkled as he watched Blanc watching him take a bite.  Shingen all but moaned as a sugary explosion filled his mouth.  Blanc lips curled, his eyes lowering to pluck a tea biscuit from a plate, pleased with his efforts.

Shingen also picked up his tea, sipping the hot liquid gingerly.  He preferred sake himself, but who could have turned down such an invitation from such a curious creature the likes which sat in front of him.  When the dainty man first appeared before Shingen, he almost took his delicate features for a woman and when Blanc didn’t seem averse to his words, Shingen was more than willing to explore more of the man’s mysteries.  

As for Blanc, it was rare for Blanc to allow himself the indulgence of self interest, but as Shingen was not part of this world, nor was he connected to its struggles as Alice the Second was, he didn’t see the  harm in entertaining a moment’s selfishness this time.  Shingen himself seemed quite an easy fellow and calm fellow, providing Blanc a kind of peaceful quiet that also provided great distraction.  After all, one could not exactly ignore a man as large as Shingen and his flirtatious demeanor was sure to draw one’s attention.  An excellent way to pass time, if Blanc did say so himself.

“This tea is quite nice,” Shingen mentioned, taking another sip, “I had no idea that you could flavor tea with more than simple honey.  Rather divine.” “It’s a simple black tea, but you do flatter me.”  Blanc’s white lashes fluttered as he gave Shingen a coy look, “I do prefer sweetened milk with my tea myself.  Perhaps you’d like to try?”  He extended his hand, indicating Shingen’s cup.  The man complied, handing his cup and saucer to Blanc.  “It is customary for the host to serve the tea and snacks.  But I’ll make an exception just for you, since you’ve never had these sweets.”  Blanc’s eyes closed slightly, his smile making them smaller.

Shingen took the milk tea, bringing it to his lips, “Much like Chanyou.”  He took a sip, sighing in bliss as the sweet liquid warmed his belly, “Perhaps, if the universe permits, I shall treat you to a tea ceremony with me as a host.”  This earned the warlord a soft huff in response, Blanc’s coy smile facing Shingen’s welcoming one head on. “Perhaps…” was all Blanc responded before, his pink gaze lowered as he set to filling Shingen’s plate with more sweets.  His tone had turned somewhere between nostalgic and promising and it left a small bittersweet taste on his tongue.  One that Blacn was determined to get rid of with the army of sugar before the two of them. They sat in companionable silence a while, each thinking their own thoughts as they drank and partook in the confectionaries before them.  The silence was filled with their own contemplation, but the air remained light and clear.  Almost as if the presence of the other with no expectations helped keep things from traversing too deep into the realm of the other’s darknesses.  Either way, it was nice to have a break from the world for a while.

Shingen broke the silence first, “Are you not worried what Motonari might be up to?” “Of course.” “And yet you are here with me.” “So I am.” They glanced at each other a moment, Shingen sipping his tea, “Not that I’m not grateful for the respite.  I am just curious and in a foreign realm.” “Ah…” Blanc’s eyes turned sad for a brief moment, “it is not my place to meddle in the affairs of this world…”  He trailed off, Shingen nearly regretting his question until Blanc asked, “And what of you?  You are also here with me.” Shingen nodded, “I believe Kenshin will handle the fights well enough.  My only goal is Nobunaga.  I am, after all, a dead man.”  He gave a rueful smile, Blanc nodding in understanding. “It seems, then.  We are suited quite well to each other,” Blanc’s voice was low and soft. “So it does.” A voice interrupted the pair, surly and dour at the events he apparently saw unfolding, “Was it really necessary to do this here, puff for brains?”  Oliver had entered the living room, eyeing the tea for two, sniffing slightly, “It is interrupting my concentration.  Tracking devices with crystals are hard if you don’t have an aura of your target.”

Blanc smiled, apologizing lightly and Oliver rolled his eyes. “Oliver,” Blanc continued to smile, “Did you want to join us for tea?” “No,” Oliver protested, making a face, “I got work to do.  Just...keep it down.”  With that, he walked away. Blanc chucked, looking back to his companion of the day, “It seems dear Oliver is jealous that I am not enjoying tea with him.” “Oh?  Is that what jealousy looks like?”  Shingen’s voice had turned somewhat sultry. “Oh…” Blanc gave an almost giggle behind his hand, “It isn’t that form of jealousy, I’m sure.  Oliver just has trouble making friends.”  His amusement calmed down and Blanc resumed watching his newfound mate, “Now...let us enjoy our tea as before.  Now that Oliver is tracking that person -Motonari you said?- you can relax again.  Unless your Kenshin gets to him first.” Shingen took a drink, his face turning almost dramatic in response, “Let us hope young Oliver gets to him first.” In another room, a voice could be heard, “I am *not* young.”

In another world, another time, another reality, Shingen and Blanc sat and enjoyed their tea, at peace in each other’s company.  War, death, their histories, their sins all stayed outside of the bubble that was tea and cakes.

[ikemenfics]

The Thirteen Days Of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

a Sasuke hiding in the ceiling.

On the second day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasuke hiding in the ceiling.

On the third day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasuke hiding in the ceiling.

On the fourth day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasuke hiding in the ceiling.

On the fifth day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS! 

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasuke hiding in the ceiling.

On the sixth day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

On the seventh day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

seven gift from Kenshin

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

On the eighth day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

Kennyo and his Ikko Ikki

seven gift from Kenshin

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

On the ninth day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

fine arts with Yoshi

Kennyo and his Ikko Ikki

seven gift from Kenshin

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

On the tenth day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

ten heroes of Yuki

fine arts with Yoshi

Kennyo and his Ikko Ikki

seven gift from Kenshin

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

eleven books for Mitsunari

ten heroes of Yuki

fine arts with Yoshi

Kennyo and his Ikko Ikki

seven gift from Kenshin

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my Sengoku gave to me

Mitsuhide’s special gift

eleven books for Mitsunari

ten heroes of Yuki

fine arts with Yoshi

Kennyo and his Ikko Ikki

seven gift from Kenshin

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

On the thirteenth day of Christmas, a pirate scratched in for me

a Motonari tradition

Mitsuhide’s special gift

eleven books for Mitsunari

ten heroes of Yuki

fine arts with Yoshi

Kennyo and his Ikko Ikki

seven gift from Kenshin

six konpeito eaten

FIVE GOLDEN BOYS!

four walls for herbs

three jewels from Shingen

a two sword wielding Masamune

and a Sasauke hiding in the ceiling.

Christmas images taken from acrispyapple.  Merry Christmas!  Thank you @acrispyapple for sharing these images (the source page is blank…i cry)

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Chocolate Kisses

Kennyo: You’re going to hell, you know that right?

Me: …hashtag worthit

2521 written pieces of evidence that I shouldn’t be writing. later…

For: uh….Kennyo.  @daeva-agas​ Help me.

Up in the mountains, shrouded by trees, a lone figure sat atop a rock, meditating.  His features were deep set with the pains of a man who had seen painful years.  A deep scar bisected his face, a lone witness to the tragedies that had befallen him.  

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