Yo. This is Riri and I’m new to Ikesen. I’ll be posting Ikemen Sengoku stuff here along with my Ikesen-related graphics. All fanfics, however, will be posted on my writing blog ( @write-a-bad-romance) and reblogged from here.
Please note that I often make SuitorxSuitor content. If you don’t like certain pairings or simply don’t want any Otome MxM content, here are some tags you can look out for:
ikesen bl (the umbrella tag I use for MY Ikesen MxM posts)
nobukichou (Nobunaga x Kichou)
mitsuyoshi (Mitsuhide x Hideyoshi)
mitsudate (Mitsuhide x Masamune)
noburan (Nobunaga x Ranmaru)
sasuken/ sitcom boyfriends (sasuke x kenshin)
naoken (naoe x kenshin)
This blog is also not spoiler-free nor NSFW-free, which means you might see some *cough*ikemen on ikemen action here*cough*.
That said, have fun browsing my blog! As this is a side blog, all questions will be answered from my main blog ( @arsnovacadenza).
I fell in love with a demon, fluttering and dancing in this turbulent world.
I was left behind in the turbulent world as the wormhole disappeared, and the news of the attack on Azuchi Castle reached me, leaving me unable to do anything.
To counter the attack, the Oda forces sent a spy to Sakai, where the mastermind was located.
Mai: "I'll go. No, please let me go!"
I accepted the role to find the value of my existence at this period.
Kicho: "My name is Kicho. I'm the head of this trading post."
Mai: "-----!"
(So this is him. The mastermind behind the attack and our enemy.)
Thus the tension-filled life of a spy with the head of the trading post begins.
Mai: "I think a conflict will happen if more people get their hands on weapons."
Kicho: "That is our goal."
Kicho: "We will incite the forces of various regions and disturb Japan. This trading post is for that purpose."
(He said those things without a hint of hesitation.)
Mai: "A lot of people are going to die."
Kicho: ".............."
Kicho: "It's a necessary sacrifice."
Kicho: "Have a little more sense of urgency. Don't take life for granted."
(Is he mad at me because I did something careless?)
His goal is an eternal turbulent world.
But what he values more than anything else is a life destined to be taken away by the conflict.
Even so, I want to know this man full of contradictions.
Kicho: "An invitation for disaster? A beast in human form? What do you think you are doing with this precious life?"
Kicho: "Don't screw with me!"
(The trigger came off.)
Mai: "Stop!"
(I've never seen him so emotional.)
(Somehow, I feel like I have to stop him.)
Kicho: "Still, don't forget. Wherever you are, whatever you do, you are you."
Kicho: "As long as you continue to live and have your will, this fact will never change."
Kicho: "You are not something. You're Mai."
Kicho: "Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, just live as YOU."
(Do I have to go back to the start?)
(As long as I want to live, am I allowed to stay here as I am?)
Mai: "You're right. I am me."
Kicho: "Yeah. Even if you run through times."
I got to know him as we exchanged words.
He is an enemy, but he is a person.
Kicho: "My goal of a peaceful world was wrong."
Kicho: "It's in this turbulent world that we can rightly fulfill the meaning of life."
(He's not talking about values or anything like that.)
(This man had no other choice.)
The wounds that have been carved deep continue to eat away at his heart.
And when I wished his heart to be at peace, I realized the feelings welling inside me.
Mai: "I'm here now to talk to you as me."
Mai: "So you too, please talk as you."
Mai: "If this is hurting you more than you already are, please stop."
Kicho: "Let go."
Mai: "I don't want to."
Kicho: "If you interfere with my path, I will show no mercy."
Mai: "No, thank you!"
If you can no longer escape the contradiction一
If you can no longer stop your footsteps一
Mai: "I'm on your side."
Kicho: "Why?"
Mai: "It's pretty obvious, don't you think?"
Mai: "You're more important than anything or anyone else."
I will stop you.
What will decide the outcome of this war-torn world? A twisted justice or an unshakable love?
This is a love story between a girl and a demon bound to a twisted justice.
"Well, now. Is that everyone? Good. Let's start the meeting," Hideyoshi nodded as Masamune and Mitsuhide finally entered the room. "Ieyasu, you go first."
But..... "Wait. Are we starting without Nobunaga?" Mai raised her hand. Indeed, their boss was nowhere to be seen. The dais had been empty when she first walked in and stayed that way until the last of the vassals poured in. "Am I missing a memo or something?"
"Perceptive as always," Mitsuhide said with a smirk. "I believe our little friend Ranmaru here has the answers."
Mai turned to her young friend. His expression remained placid, although she could tell something was gnawing at the rose-haired youth from how he toyed with the ends of his sleeve.
How odd that Mitsuhide decided to egg on Ranmaru. The chatelaine thought. Hasn't Ranmaru been trying to avoid Nobunaga? It's like he did something to upset the big guy.
"Well?" All eyes were trained on the young page now.
"No clue," Ranmaru finally spoke, eyes clouded with something Mai couldn't name until his signature coquettish smirk returned. "I believe you'd know more about his whereabouts than I do, Lord Mitsuhide."
Mitsuhide, seemingly pleased with Ranmaru's answer, signaled to Hideyoshi to carry on. "A question for another time."
Still frowning, Mai noticed that another person was seemingly absent from the room. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen Kicho around either."
"Don't sweat it," Ieyasu quipped before Mitsunari could get a single word out of his open mouth. "He's probably busy tending to Lord Nobunaga's gun barrel or something.
Hideyoshi clapped his hands and Mai lost her chance to ask the surly warlord what he meant.
.
Whatever you do, don't let your sight wander.
Ranmaru knew he was quickly running out of time. Since the return of Nobunaga's right-hand man, the spy failed to worm his way into Nobunaga's good graces or reserve an audience with the Demon King. Kicho moved back into his old quarters —just a few steps away from the stairs leading to Lord Nobunaga's —and ended Mai's solitary visits to the tenshu.
Not that it stopped Ranmaru from going that afternoon. Thank heavens the servants allowed me to carry his lunch in their stead.
But the old cook's behavior didn't sit well with Ranmaru. "Daring to go up when Lord Kicho is bedridden, boy? You know better than to just tiptoe out of his room when he's got the hearing of a demon. He's sure to skin you alive," the old man shook his head. "I'll be praying for yer return."
Why should I care about the old meanie when I'm after Nobunaga? Ranmaru scowled as he closed the sliding door to the tenshu. Kicho, thank the Heavens, had not caught or yelled at him as the page (very loudly) climbed the stairs to his master's empty bedroom.
He nearly slipped on the final step down when he heard a loud bang come from the direction of Kicho's room. I thought it had been empty? Why's the door open?
Ranmaru dared himself to slowly walk toward the gap, not at all prepared for what he'd see.
It was the large expanse of a man's back —Nobunaga's, he quickly realized —sweaty and hunched over another, more lithe form. A pair of pale arms snaked around the warlord's thick neck to drag him down. His partner let out a long, breathy moan as their lover (seemingly) rained kisses down their throat. It took seconds for Ranmaru to realize that Nobunaga wasn't sneaking a wench inside his vassal's room and bedding her like he owned the place.
Because it was the "sick" vassal himself panting under him, flushed and smiling when Nobunaga pulled him back and hoisted him over his lap. The pair were almost entirely naked, save from the pool of white and black fabrics crumpled under their form.
Ranmaru's heart almost stopped when storm-gray eyes met bright, chartreuse ones.
Kicho slowly, brazenly ran his arms down Nobunaga's back before enveloping him like vines to a rock. He didn't blink or break eye contact as he pressed bleeding lips along the side of the Nobunaga's neck and marked him. Ranmaru was a butterfly caught in a spider's web. And yet, he couldn't turn away as Kicho grabbed a fistful of Nobunaga's hair, demanding his lord return the gesture. There was no anger, no shame, nothing but visible triumph on Kichou's face as he let Nobunaga manhandle him to his desire.
And yet.
Who ruled this split-second world; this constricting silence?
Feeling his heart ready to burst, Ranmaru ran away, tail tucked firmly between his legs.
.
Nobunaga didn't think it was worth commenting on why Kicho left the door slightly ajar. Nobody dared to come near the tenshu unless invited, and servants knew better than to breach Kicho's space nearby after the latter's attendant announced that his lord was ill.
Still, it piqued his interest. "Did you simply forget to close the door? I thought you were afraid of someone accidentally walking in on us."
Green eyes narrowed in amusement.
"It's not like you ever cared about us getting caught when you're the one feeling a little frisky," Kicho smiled. "Besides, are you so afraid of word being spread that you're laying with your me?"
Nobunaga moved closer, hands warm on where his lover's skin bruised. "Nonsense," he smirked. "I'd announce you to the world you belong to me if necessary."
Kichou chuckled. It wasn't all he needed for an answer, but he was satisfied nonetheless. "That you should," he whispered before claiming another searing kiss from Nobunaga. "And there'd be no other."
.
Now that you see me
I'll make it so you won't waste even a blink.
.......
Author's note: Poor Ranmaru
Also, in case you wondered what my inspiration was, look up 'baro soljikhan geoya' and join me in Gaeul jail.
I really like the theme song. Would it be too much to ask for another anime from Cybird?😆 It honestly felt like this was an anime intro, lol. But, I’m excited! I want to know more about the warlords personally before MC made her debut.
Never posted anything here so let's give it a go. I just got a perfume that matches Kicho's color scheme so well I just had to snap a photo with my favorite someone else's husbando.
This is what I wrote on my FB:
Named 'Tatami', it's supposed to "recreate the scent of zen. A sip of green tea, situated on dried rice straw with springtime florals blooming outside." It has notes of earl grey, tea leaf, peony rose and lily of the valley among others.
The best way I can describe it is "pacing down the MRT corridors at 7 a.m to catch a train to the airport"
I wonder if anyone has ever made personal scents for our warlords. II, for one, can't recognize base and top notes for the life of me.
Tagging kicho simps @weird-konpeito and @ashavazesa
Tagging @ashavazesa for giving me the motivation to get up on my ass and write something for Nobu's birthday. Also @weird-konpeito
"Well, will you look at that," Kicho gestured at the gated building across the sidewalk they were walking on. "Kennyo's disciples, playing jazz. Who could've known."
Nobunaga looked in the direction Kicho was pointing. The Tsukiji-Honganji was lively tonight, its central dome glowing like the moon against a starless night. People of all ages hurried up the stairs to enter the main hall where the concert was held.
"And you know this because?" Nobunaga asked out of pure curiosity. It's not that he still harbored deep animosity for the temple that still had connections to his old nemesis —his mind was simply preoccupied with everything else that meant more to him in this second life.
Which included repairing burnt bridges and building new ones with his old enemies. Speaking of.....
"You know I like looking at concerts during my spare time," Kicho's green eyes reflected the sparse lamplight. "Too bad you never want to go with me."
Ridiculous. If it's Kicho, Nobunaga would gladly go anywhere with him, bedecked in one of his most expensive attires and an embarrassed Kicho absolutely refusing to hang onto his awaiting arm.
"A whole day walking around Tokyo isn't bad either," Nobunaga shrugged. "I could use some break from the usual dinner dates."
Kicho faced the street before them, glaring at no one in particular. "You're lucky your son is still talking to you. It took me lengths to match your schedules together."
Nobunaga gave him one of his softest smiles, warm enough to melt his favorite candies into a rainbow-colored mush. Or at least that was what Kicho felt.
"What I mean is," Nobunaga grinned suggestively. "You can make it up to me next time."
And the next. And forever, now that nothing stands between us and peace.
"Hey!" Nobunaga's train of thoughts was interrupted by Nobutada, waving at them several paces away. Had he been a toddler, Kicho would've panicked and scolded himself for letting the boy run off on his own. But Nobutada was almost ten and he was at his most energetic.
"Geez!" He complained when Nobunaga and Kicho finally caught up. "You never stop flirting when I'm around. Gross." he stuck out his tongue in mock disgust.
Nobunaga chuckled. "How can I not when my lover is this pretty?"
The flustered Kicho refused to say anything, firmly putting his hands in his pocket when Nobunaga attempted to reach out and grab him. But that's okay. The night is still young and Nobunaga has plenty of time to hold his hand and maybe more if he scored lucky later that night.
Special thanks to @weird-konpeito for the inspiration. (To be fair, Marine inspired me longgg before this was written)
R-15 WARNING
Nobunaga's fingers slip into the holes perfectly, like the well-worn leather glove his father had given him on his first hawking lesson.
While he could've stolen a pair from the workshops, Nobunaga thinks it's amusing to make Mai a willing party in his quest to humiliate Kicho. The warlords are all too used to his flagrant displays of affection for Kicho.
("I wish they'd just take their business somewhere else," Ieyasu would sigh).
One snip and followed by another. Kicho gasps as Nobunaga purposefully drags the cold blade along his exposed skin. The midnight-haired man curses as Nobunaga moves the tool upward, the cords securing his slit loosely hanging and neglected.
"Milord!" Kicho hisses, wincing at the sound of blades cutting through thicker fabric. "Please, you're ruining my hakama!"
Nobu grins. "Then tell Mai to make you a new one."
The scissors barely reach Kicho's obi when Nobunaga suddenly goes for his lower back, where his fundoshi is tied. Deft hands make a quick work of his underwear, and it drops to the floor as Nobunaga puts the scissors aside.
"You're unbelievable," Kicho groans again when hungry, possessive hands claw their way back upward to his upper thighs. "This is not—"
"—the most opportune of times?" The Demon King smirks at his most loyal subject.
Nobunaga's musk intrudes Kicho's senses, and sweat beads gather at his neck as the taller man slides a cold palm against his rump.
"Does your ass still hurt, Kicho?" Nobunaga stands up suddenly, leaning so close their noses are almost touching. "Should've added more salve after all that punishment I handed to you. How cruel of me."
But his eyes are glowing like an entire meadow set on fire. The bastard. "If-if you could unhand m-me, Milord."
Kichou's nails rake against the walls as Nobunaga wedges a firm thigh between his legs. The delight in his eyes is so tangible it makes something inside Kicho snap.
"You fool," he chides. "Is this how we're going to play, Nobunaga?"
It's a line Nobunaga recognizes from their past dance as a budding warlord and his captor. A young husband taken for a fool and his guarded, elusive bride. It's the voice of Not-Nouhime, his perfect illusion, a fleeting dream.
The old Kicho was thrilling in a way, but nothing can ever compare to the steady, reassuring presence of this Kicho by his side.
Without warning, Nobunaga claims Kicho's lips, probing the perfect line of his teeth and the warmth of his darting tongue.
"There you are," Nobunaga breaks their kiss to gaze at Kicho's flushed cheekbones. "If only you'd come out sooner."
Accepting the challenge, the shorter man hooks his sinewy legs around his opponent's waist as Nobunaga presses him against the wall.
Kichou enters the chatelaine's room without an announcement and dumps the murder weapon on a cushion.
"My scissors!" Mai exclaims. "I knew you'd be the one to return them, Kicho!"
I knew? Kicho raises an eyebrow. "You should know better than to give away such confidential items like a freebie. How did Lord Nobunaga even get them in the first place?"
Mai smiles apologetically. "I lost another game of Shogi."
"Of course," Kichou tilts his head condescendingly. "Once Nobunaga's gotten tired of pestering me with questions about the future to no avail, he goes for you. Or, in this case, the contents of your purse."
"He said he wanted to modify the pair of Bearsaces I made him," Mai whispers. "He liked the Bride and Groom Bearsaces so much he wanted to create a version based on you!"
Kichou turns away so Mai can't see his burning face. "He can hardly sew well and let alone pimp a stuffed animal to my likeness. Really, Mai. How does someone as gullible as you still breathe in this era?"
He hears a shuffle behind him and a low murmur.
"You know how he makes me feel," Mai admits. "Not to say I'm scared. But there just comes the point where you just- y'know? And I was in a hurry that night to see...well, I can tell you already know."
Mitsuhide and Masamune have been snickering about Hideyoshi's late-night visitor.
Kicho whirls around to look at the chatelaine. The girl was practically close to worshipping his ankles. "What's with the kowtowing? Straighten up, will you?"
Mai does as she is told, and an ornate pouch full of money lands on her lap.
"Will this be enough for the Bearsaces? And make sure you only get the finest silk. Remember my favorite cloak, with the green on the bottom and the butterfly print? Try recreating that, but on the white kimono." Kicho tells her. "And remember not to give him your precious scissors the next time you lose. Give him a 100-yen chapstick or some other cheap trinket instead."
So saying, Kicho leaves the room with a slight spring in his steps.
"Milord, I'd rather not wear something that has been used intensively by Mai," he warily eyes the red-hot bullet lipstick in Nobunaga's hand. "Imagine her poor heart if she knows what you're about to do with such a prized possession!"
Nobunaga clicks his tongue and breaks a part of the tip, making Kicho's heart sink. "That should do it. Now come here."
Nobody dares to comment on the vivid red patches on Nobunaga's exposed chest the following morning. Later, Mai comes into Kicho's room to weep about the fate of her poor Givenchy lipstick.
