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noramthe · 8 days
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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP CYBIRD WHEN ARE YOU RELEASING RANMARU ROUTE DJSDNJDSJJDNCJSJDJDKSKSKAJDMDJ
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redheadkittys · 9 months
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...8th anniversary of ikesen and my men look very fine...
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ikemen-obssessed · 7 months
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ikesen is nothing but chaotic
ieyasu protecting mitsunari i’m in years
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shatcey · 5 months
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I have finished the Yoshimoto's route for quite some time, but looking through the screenshots, I remember one particularly funny discovery.
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Everyone knew that Ranmaru was a spy
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Everyone except…. Sasuke!!! The spy couldn't recognize the other spy… I'm starting to doubt his abilities…
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soul-of-the-sanada · 1 year
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peachyotome · 11 months
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I know many have been waiting for this review. I think this might be one of my favorite stories ever and it really shows with the lengthy review!
If you've read it, did you have similar thoughts?
-Daisy 🌼
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judejazza · 3 months
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I’d like to request Ranmaru with love letters :)
A RANMARU REQUEST!!!! you have no idea how insanely happy this made me!!! I adore him so much ;_;
1108 Words Ranmaru/Reader
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Being Nobunaga’s page meant Ranmaru was often kept busy.
It was something you had always known, but perhaps never truly understood until you developed feelings for him. Then you’d begun to notice more significantly the hours or days you didn’t see him, and others around you had begun to notice how you’d always look up with hope when someone began to walk down the hallway. Hideyoshi was the most overprotective with this, demanding to know who it was who kept you waiting when you so obviously wanted to be with him.
And then you and Ranmaru had become lovers, and instead of counting in hours and days you began to count in minutes and seconds. Days were colder without him there, and you often felt as though you’d lost a spring in your step without his cheery self around. It was as if his very presence lit the whole of Azuchi up. Of course, you knew he was around but your jobs kept you separate. In reality the time apart hadn’t changed, it was just now you were considerably more aware of it.
Of course, being the absolutely delightful partner that he was, Ranmaru had come up with a solution after he’d admitted that he missed you, too.
If his duties would keep him busy for the day you’d find a letter wedged under the door to your room. He’d tell you about how he slept, any dreams he had, anything that had happened that morning — what he’d had for breakfast, reminding you to also eat and that he’d try and see you at some point, no matter how brief.
Then you’d begun to respond in kind, leaving the notes with Nobunaga before you went to work for the day. He found it amusing and was more than willing to go along with it, if only because it seemed to bring out a side to Hideyoshi he hadn’t seen before. Ranmaru would respond then, this time talking about his work for the day if he could, reminding you to eat lunch — always finishing with an I miss you before he would slip it into your hands when parting from you after he would stop by for a brief kiss at the end of his lunch break and the start of yours.
You’d leave your next response under the door to his room, where he always returned after his afternoon duties. If you were going to get time to spend with him, it would be in the evening but more and more recently it seemed as if you constantly missed each other. The daily letters had gone up from two to three, the final one always awaiting you before you went to bed; his one would always smell like him, like peaches and sunlight.
Each of the letters you received were meticulously stowed away, any time you missed him particularly much you’d pull them out and pour over them. You knew it was quite silly to do so, you’d always known he was busy; perhaps you’d just taken it for granted before.
Heaving a sigh you grab your brush and some paper to write him another letter. You could creep to his room, leave it there for him to wake up to… it’s late, he’d be asleep by now, surely? Briefly you doubt your plan, it’s not that you don’t want to see him, it’s just more… what if someone caught you sneaking to his room? What if someone saw you hurrying away and got the wrong idea? It’s not that you cared about it — but it was more… his reputation. If someone misunderstood and got him into trouble—
Yet you want to see him, you want to give him something to wake up to — make him feel how missed he is.
Silently you creep along the hallways until you come to Ranmaru’s room. The lights are off and there’s no sound of movement, but you know better than to assume that mean’s he’s asleep or not there — he can be especially stealthy and always has ways of appearing unseen and unheard, and-
You slip the folded paper under his door and sigh softly — yet freeze when it gets pulled in all the way. He’s there. He’s awake.
Briefly you think about heading in. Your heart urging you to, thumping loudly in your chest you’re positive he can hear it and yet you do nothing but stare at the door. You should leave, turn on your heel and walk back the way you came but-
The door slides open and you find yourself face to face with him.
For a moment you study him, the brief time apart having caused how deceptively handsome his face is to be dulled in your mind, but it’s cut off when he grabs your sleeve and pulls you into the dark room and slides the door shut instantly.
“Wha-”
Ranmaru covers your mouth quickly and shakes his head. Had he heard something you couldn’t? Each time your heart thuds you find yourself growing increasingly anxious until you hear footsteps pass and then fade.
Then, the moment the coast is clear, he turns to you with a bright expression. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too,” you whisper, wanting to close the gap to him and hug him, but knowing if you do it’ll be all the harder to separate from him. “I just…” you motion to the letter in his hand. “Couldn’t sleep.”
“Can I hug you?”
“What?”
“And kiss you?”
His question is so earnest and so innocent that it doesn’t match the heated look in his eyes that the moonlight from a nearby open window illuminates. You swallow thickly — surely he understands as well as you do that things won’t be any easier if you can’t leave each other? Sure it’s natural for couples to be together all night, but-… but-
Every single excuse, every single reason why you shouldn’t gets chased from your thoughts by the simple idea that you need him, and that you missed him, and that the brief moments together are just not enough.
You give him a nod, but close the gap between you yourself, throwing yourself to his chest. Ranmaru’s arms enclose around you, holding you with a strength you’d never figure from his frame. He smell’s like peaches, and as his lips connect with yours, you think he tastes like them, too.
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nightghoul381 · 3 months
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Finally had time to write!! Here is my first entry in @aquagirl1978 's A Series of Firsts event! Thank you @judejazza for the idea of writing Ranmaru and @candied-boys for helping come up with the story idea!
Coincidences
Ranmaru Mori x Reader Prompt: First Kiss Genre: Fluff WC: 1.1k CW: None
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“Oh, hi Ranmaru! I didn’t realize you were going to be here too! We just keep running into each other lately,” You laugh, noticing the way he flips around in surprise.
“Aah! I’m so glad to see you! I think today is going to be the very best day ever now!” Ranmaru squealed, bounding over to you, and grabbing your hands, flashing his brilliant luminescent smile at you, and making your heart start to pound.
You tried to control your emotions, to control your thoughts, but the giddiness you feel when you’re around him, the nervous excitement, always seems to crash over you whenever he turns his soft gray eyes on you. It may just be wishful thinking, but there’s so much tenderness and affection in his gaze that you almost wonder, almost allow yourself to hope, that perhaps he may feel the same way about you.
Don’t be ridiculous! You tell yourself, squeezing your eyes shut and forcing a smile to your own face.
“Well, should we get started? Lord Nobunaga is expecting it to be finished today after all,” you say with a strained jovial tone. You slip your hands free of Ranmaru’s grasp and turn to start organizing the shelves packed full of parchment and ink.
You thought you heard a faint grumble, but tired to ignore it. It seems like more and more recently you’ve been assigned to tasks with Ranmaru. Last week Mitsunari had asked for you to run to a nearby café to assist with a delivery that needed to be sorted and Ranmaru had shown up mere moments after you stating that Hideyoshi had sent him to do the same task. And the same scenario repeated several more times. It seems as if some force in the universe was just begging for your heart to explode.
Each time you were together, you found it harder and harder to keep your feelings in check. Ranmaru was so sweet and excited and kind and he’s so eager to make you smile that you’ve found him showing up in your dreams, sweeping you off your feet and making you the happiest person on the planet.
“Oh no! Watch out!” Ranmaru yelled, snapping you out of your musing. You twist your shoulders toward the sound of his voice to see a large pot of ink tipping from the top of one of the shelves. In the moment it takes for you to register what is happening, the heavy container has started hurtling toward you and your eyes grow wide. Just as you brace for the inevitable impact, you feel your body pushed backward, followed by a thunk and a groan of pain.
Ranmaru lay splayed on the floor, his dusty pink hair and most of his outfit are now dripping with the deep charcoal color of the ink. Scrambling to your knees you crawl over to him.
“Oh jeez! Ranmaru are you okay?” You squeak, placing your hands on his cheeks and tilting his head.
“It really hurts,” he admits, lower lip protruding in a pout and his grey eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Ah! I’m so sorry! This I all my fault, I should have been paying attention, not focusing on my thoughts,” You apologize, helping him to his feet, wincing at the amount of ink that still dripped down his back and at the way he held his shoulder tenderly. Ranmaru took a clean part of his sleeve and wiped the tears from his eyes and then murmured.
“What were you thinking about? It must have been something important for you to be so focused on it.”
You felt your face flush, cheeks tuning a bright red as you tried to think of something to tell him other than the truth. There’s no way you were telling him that he was the one holding your attention. Your eyes dart around the room as you stumble over your words.
“I...uh, it was… it was nothing really…just caught in my own head?” you mumble, trying to keep your attention anywhere but on the man before you. Unfortunately, your eyes fall on his beautiful face that’s scrunched in a surprisingly sultry, knowing grin.
“Were you thinking about how strange it’s been that we’ve been put on assignments together so much recently? Or were you maybe thinking about how you’ve almost started to look forward to our meetings as much as I have?”
Your breath catches in your throat as Ranmaru steps forward, his face pulling in so close you could swear you could smell the peach he’d likely enjoyed with his lunch.
“Can I tell you a biiig secret? Like the biggest secret I’ve ever had, ever?” he whispers, his words far more innocent than his intonation. You nod ever so slightly, your heart pounding out of your chest and your senses becoming overwhelmed with him. Your face feels so hot as you look into his beautiful eyes.
“I really, really like you.”
You inhale sharply, his face leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. Your mind seems to throw rationality out the window, your arms flying around his neck as you pull him toward you again. His lips are soft, shockingly smooth and velvety as they meet yours. It’s like some barrier is shattered, your mouths working greedily against each other’s.
His tongue prodded at your mouth, slipping between your lips with seemingly practiced ease, filling your mouth with a burst of peach flavor. He twined his tongue around yours, exploring your mouth with such reckless excitement, you couldn’t help but moan into it.
His hands moved, one on your waist and one on the back of your head, deepening the kiss and you happily went along with his movements. Soon you were lost in each other’s taste, not noticing the eyes peering in at you from behind the door.
“I told you, simply put the two of them together enough times and one of them was sure to make a move,” Mitsuhide chuckled softly, sliding away from the door and turning to face the other warlords.
“I… I hate to admit, but you were right, Mitsuhide.” Hideyoshi’s resigned sigh moving to join his sly counterpart.
“I will admit, Mitsunari, placing the ink pot so close to the edge of the shelf was a very good move as well,” Masamune admitted, clapping the other man on the back before heading off down the hall and back toward the courtyard.
Mitsunari, rubbed his neck and followed behind, “Oh, right… I most certainly meant for that to happen…”
The warlords finally departed, satisfied that their scheme had worked out precisely as they had intended and pleased knowing that they would no longer have to deal with the two of them tiptoeing around each other while being blatantly obvious about how they felt about the other.
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kittygrimm88 · 5 months
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I wish we would get Ranmaru's route already.
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acrispyapple · 2 years
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warlord images provided by yamada shiro during ikesen jp’s downtime ✿
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ikeromantic · 10 months
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Ask 2
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Ranmaru, T is for Taste, 🥵
The flavor is spicy and sweet xD Might have gotten carried away on this one. No apologies! Approx 900 words of some spicy smutty deliciousness.
The evening was hot. A cloying, damp heat that made any clothing cling to the body and sweat pearl on the skin. Ranmaru lounged on the balcony, hoping to catch even a slight breeze. Night should bring relief, he thought. 
Only the setting sun had brought only a lightless heat, a darkness that lay on him like a thick and heavy blanket. He considered stripping his kimono and just lying here on the polished wood in nothing but his skin. 
“Umm, Ranmaru? Are you here?” The chatelaine’s voice called from the doorway of his room. 
“Out here,” he called, a smile on his lips. An unexpected visit from his favorite person. 
She came out with a tray in hand and gave him a look. "It's really not fair, you know. Having to date a guy that makes being sweaty and hot look good." 
"I try to look good for you," he laughed, feeling a little self conscious. His beauty was a weapon he knew how to use, a shield to hide behind. "What's not fair, anyway? Have you looked in a mirror today?" He winked at her playfully.
She was wearing just a thin linen kimono, the sort one might wear under a heavier fabric. It clung to the rise of her breasts and the swell of her curves. Curls of hair stuck to the back and sides of her neck from sweat, and her cheeks were flushed from the heat. She was beautiful even if she didn't know it. 
“I brought us some treats.” She sat down beside him with a little sigh and set the tray down. It was full of sliced fruits and little jellies. “They were supposed to go to Nobunaga’s diplomatic council meeting, but he said he wasn’t to be disturbed so . . .” Her mischievous grin said the rest.
“You naughty girl,” Ranmaru laughed. “You’ll get us both in trouble!” He reached for a jelly and popped it between his lips. It was tart and sweet, and a little cool on his tongue. 
She picked up a bit of plum. “Nah, he won’t even notice.” She took a bite of the fruit, the sticky juice staining her lips and fingers.
“Let me have a taste,” Ranmaru caught her hand as she reached for another slice. 
“Sure,” she laughed, and tried to pick up another piece, but he tugged her hand to him. “You have to let me go if you want me to get one for you!”
He grinned, enjoying her flustered confusion. She was so adorably naive sometimes, and it made him feel even more wicked. He closed his lips around the tip of her finger, suckling the juice from her skin. 
The chatelaine gasped, but didn’t try to pull away.
Emboldened, Ranmaru’s tongue caressed her finger tip and then lapped at the skin of her finger. The plum juice was sweet, but it was the taste of her skin that made him bring each finger to his lips, and press his mouth to her palm. She tasted of fruit and the saltiness of sweat, and under that, a mild flavor that was just her - an amalgamation of her soap and perfume and lotion and skin. 
She made a pleased, breathy moan as his lips closed over her pulse. “R-ranmaru! What if - if someone sees?”
He laughed, pulling her into his lap. “Only the stars can see us up here.” Ranmaru caught her mouth with his, nipping at her lips. His playful tongue teased her, and tasted her. The plum was vibrant, and the flavor of sake too. 
The chatelaine kissed him back, enthusiastic with her affection. 
Ranmaru broke the kiss to lean her back. The kimono was easy to untie, and he pushed the linen aside to bare her breasts. She was so beautiful. He could not help but marvel at the perfection of her in his arms. Perhaps there were more lovely women in this world, but none to his eyes. There was only her.
Her skin dimpled and her nipples hardened at the sudden exposure. 
“They look like ripe little berries,” he grinned, his thumbs stroking the hardened little peaks. “I wonder what they taste like.” 
“Like the rest of me, I imagine?” She tried to joke, but the catch in her breath gave away her desire. She arched as his lips closed over the nipple closest to him and gasped at the light scrape of his teeth as he toyed with it. 
Ranmaru savored her, indulging his love for teasing with tiny nips and slow, languorous pulls. His fingers played gently down her abdomen, eliciting a wriggle in her hips. “You taste like heaven,” he told her, because it was how he felt. She was divine.
“Heaven?” She laughed softly. “You’re exaggerating.” 
“I don’t exaggerate! How would you know, anyway? Did you ever taste yourself?” He flicked his tongue over her nipple, enjoying the sharp intake of breath the touch caused. 
“N-no . . .”
Ranmaru grinned. “But . . . maybe you’re right. I should check.” He let the tip of his tongue draw little, tight circles around her areola. The skin flushed with heat, and she made a helpless little sound like a mew. 
He switched to the other breast, pretending a thoughtful expression. “Mmm, I think the other one is a little sweeter.” His wandering hand traced the line of her thigh, brushing lightly against the soft thatch of hair between her legs while he spoke. 
The chatelaine’s hips twitched and wriggled at the touch. 
“Oh? What’s that? I should taste more of you?” He slipped her to the wood floor of the balcony and held himself above her, one knee between her legs, a hand braced beside her head. 
She made a face, equal parts desire and embarrassment. “You’re teasing me!”
Ranmaru kissed her, letting his fingers slide down into that downy patch. He parted the slick cleft there, teasing out the pearl at its center. “Am I? Teasing?” 
The strangled noise of pleasure and frustration was almost too good. 
“I wonder,” he mused as he kissed down her neck and chest, “if the flavor is like a peach?” He licked and nipped down her belly, pausing as he regarded the sight of her spread open and sticky with desire. “I love peaches.”
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noramthe · 7 days
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Ranmaru is such an interesting character to me I can’t look at him without destroying my brain
Like the first time i saw him i thought he’s just another typical shy and sensitive boy who is too innocent and stuff. But reading one of the events for him made me do a 180 for how wrong i was😭 this man is a literal MENACE i DID NOT expected him to be like that😭 The way he’s so smart but pretends to be innocent or how he has fake cheerful facade? Or how fucking BOLD he is??!! It’s like he’s straightforward but not at the same time??
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kyousukebei · 2 years
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venulus · 9 months
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How do you think the ikesen boys would react to a teen nd with a crush on them?
Hi, sweetie 😊💜
I won't follow the historically accurate path for this one cause that would make me uncomfortable 🤣
Also, I haven't read enough about Kichou, Kanetsugu, and Yoshimoto to include them 😢
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Fandom: Ikémen Sengoku Featuring: All the warlords (minus Kichou, Kanetsugu, and Yoshimoto) Headcanon: Warlords reacting to a teen having a crush on them Warnings: None | Humor
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Nobunaga thinks they are too young to be his wine glass and too young to warm his bed. But he enjoys defeating them at go and watching them pout and sulk.
Hideyoshi instantly becomes their father. He dotes on them and spoils them rotten. Father-zoned.
Mitsuhide spooks them away by being sketchy and playing mischievous pranks on them. He enjoys picking on Hideyoshi's adopted son.
Masamune enjoys cooking for them and taking them on wild adventures. But he rejects them from the start as they are too young for him.
Ieyasu is constantly pushing them away. But he actually cares, in a platonic way that is. One time, he saw them trip and fall while strolling down the gardens and Ieyasu ran to check on them and patch their scrapped knee.
Mitsunari is happy to have a sibling. Now Kitty will have someone to play with when he's lost in a book. He's too oblivious to notice their feelings of infatuation.
Ranmaru shares all his peaches with them. He loves spending time with them, probably because he's older than them only by a couple of years. Ranmaru sees them as a younger sibling. He may try to convince Kennyo to adopt them.
Kenshin has no time to waste with a kid. And he has no problem drawing his sword if they annoy him. Sasuke prevents that every time.
Shingen acts like a father figure. He shares his sweets with them and warns them not to cross Kenshin. He lets them play with Koro and teaches them to make wooden furniture.
Sasuke teaches them self-defense techniques and the way of a ninja. He thinks of them as his apprentice, and he's quite excited about teaching them new things.
Yukimura is a little mean to them at first. But once he finds out they have feelings for him, his attitude changes. He can't return their feelings but he's a bit more gentle with them. Might even do undercover missions with them. They'd be Yukimura's assistant.
Kennyo has a soft spot for children so when Ranmaru suggested he should adopt them, Kennyo agreed almost instantly. He teaches them the ways of a monk and warns them not to get too close to Nobunaga.
Motonari thinks he's found a new pet, at first. But over time, they manage to melt the layers of ice covering his heart. Motonari ends up thinking of them as his younger sibling. He gets very protective of them. With time, he's okay with them hugging him or the other way around. He'd be a nice older brother.
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shatcey · 4 months
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Ranmaru...
At the very beginning of Sasuke's route, I stumbled at this…
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Wha… What did you just almost say?? It's confusing… To whom is he loyal? I don't know what to think anymore… The only way to figure out this guy is his route… but… I don't think it will ever be released… annoying…
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ikemen-obssessed · 9 months
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what a coincidence! i woofed the first time i saw you
fun story: i fully believed he was a woman and was very sad thinking that he wasn’t gonna have a route, all of this thinking happened in like 20 seconds within the first time i saw a ss of him :’)
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