The Waffle Cottage Chronicles

IN WHICH, in a Modern AU, Sasuke successfully convinces Shingen (and by extension, Saizo and Yukimura) to take a cross-country roadtrip to the Mouse World amusement park, because he has never been and has always wanted to, and they stop at a 24 hour diner for waffles, whereupon they acquire a short order cook/waitress, you. SHENANIGANS ENSUE, with additional cameos by ALL the other Samurai as appropriate. 

 This is the fic that Refused To Be Written. I started on it like a legitimate year ago, and the device I was writing on got stolen while I was at the doc’s, and so it just stalled out, but the idea wouldn’t leave, so at some point I tried to do an outline…and it grew, and grew, and grew. And here we are. This is not a fic, this is a 5000+ word headcanon in bullet point form.  Someday I may actually write it out. That day is not today.

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How the Lords had their first kiss with the MC (first event stories)
  • Nobunaga: Got drunk off of a whiskey-infused European treat
  • Mitsuhide: Used CPR
  • Yukimura: Tried to force the MC (disguised as Yahiko) to get in the onsen
  • Saizo: Tried to shut the MC up while they were in the onsen (knew he was a she)
  • Masamune: Shared his cloak with the MC from the cold
  • Kojuro: Used his tongue to transfer a key to the MC's mouth
  • Hideyoshi: Saved the MC from falling
  • Ieyasu: Got accidentally headbutted by the MC
  • Mitsunari: Was possessed by a spirit
  • Kenshin: Embraced MC (disguised as Yahiko) as she was running from the perverted retainers
  • Shingen: "Helped" the MC eat Kevin (a sea cucumber)
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date masamune x mc (unnamed)

a/n: requested by the amazing @jemchew who gave me choice of lord with the prompt “i’ve been waiting my whole life for you” so here it is. for anyone who’s interested, i did this prompt for saizo a little while back.

The night is quiet between them, a silence that envelopes and anchors the world on the small veranda outside his chambers. Her hands rest in her lap, her gaze on the moon — just barely there, another night and there will be none of it left, nothing but stars in its place — and he finds himself reach to twine his fingers with hers almost unconsciously.

There was a time, not so long ago, when she might have flinched at the sudden contact. Before that, he would have drawn his sword had anyone attempted to sit as close to him as she does, legs touching, sleeves rustling together at the slightest movement. But their pasts have converged, tributaries into a river of the purest affection he can imagine in their present and future.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” She turns to smile at him, and the stars twinkle in her eyes, her smile is the crescent moon she had been admiring. He thinks he would rather look at her than the sky — she takes all its elements and makes them lovelier, full of life and warmth.

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