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Of course, thank you for requesting! 🥰 (If you are reading this, requests are now closed)

(mineko kindly clarified she was okay with spicy HCs, so that’s what’s below the cut!)

heya! kennyo’s route is unreleased in en, so unless there’s a special promotion (like this one), he won’t be showing up in our glam offs or princess lessons. as for mitsuhide, just like when mitsunari was first released, we had to wait a bit before he appeared in our glam offs. jp has them tho! ♡

heya! err.. is this connected to the “victor rabbits” ask i just got? well if it is, i’ll answer that one another day because i don’t want to spam karma posts! (°◡°)

heya! cybird’s older games are more generous. free gacha pulls / free his pov stories, and all that. cybird, prz. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

heya! yeah, 400k +. ugh, that much glamour was tiring. i’m actually pretty lucky i got carried to victory! i mean, my glamour isn’t abysmally low (100k+ atm), but the exceedingly high glam players were a huge help! extremely grateful apple here haha. ☆

i’ve gotten used to ikesen events with just 3 characters. i wish ikesen en had a x5 speed button or like an instant clear thing so i can just pick a new end. it’s so tedious repeating everything because i’d rather be focusing on something else. even when it’s on auto play, it’s slow as hell and i still have to come look at it from time to time. it’s what stops me from clearing an event fast even when i have enough glamour. i just kind of not do anything haha. ٩(× ×)۶

Aw man I’m not really good at angst but here we go

(also I tweaked the prompt a little bit)

He watches as you kiss him, lips on lips, smile against smile. Your hands snake up his chest, to his neck, where you slip your fingers into his hair. He has his hand on your waist, pulling you close. You let out a small chuckle against his mouth. He deepens the kiss. 

Sasuke watches you kiss the person he’s sworn his life to.   

You are the one that pulls away first, perhaps out of embarrassment that your close friend is witnessing as you make out with his boss. Kenshin is less bashful and more reluctant to let you go, but he quickly regains control of himself as if nothing happened. 

“Welcome home, you two,” you say, a smile on your face. Both men return the smile, but only one of them means it. The three of you walk inside the castle.

Sasuke thought, just a few moments before arriving back at Kasugayama with Kenshin and the troops, that seeing your face would alleviate the burden of war on his shoulders. Now, following behind you and Kenshin as the two of you hold hands while making your way in, he discovers that it’s a double-edged sword. A realization.

You’re only smiling because Kenshin is there.

He watches as you watch him with a look in your eyes that spells L-O-V-E out loud. He is not doing anything in particular except drinking, a favorite pastime of his, and only barely listening to one of Shingen’s slightly sexual stories. You, too, are barely listening, because when the crowd guffaws with laughter at the punchline, your lips curl into a soft smile at the sight of him, his eyes betraying a hint of amusement.

Sasuke watches as you watch the person he’s sworn his life to like there’s nobody else in the room.

When your head turns around to look at him, he feels his heart jump in his chest—has he been caught staring?—but instead of a reprimand or an awkward response, you smile at him, warm and bright like a summer’s day.

“Enjoying the party, Sasuke?”

Sasuke. How nice it feels to hear his name on your lips. He rarely hears it nowadays, never often when Kenshin is around. Those syllables wrap around your tongue easier, he supposes, fighting to suppress the green monster growing in his underbelly. Kenshin, Kenshin, Kenshin. His evil mind recalls the times he’s heard you say that name. 

“Were you injured? Was Kenshin injured?”

“You know Kenshin. He’s odd, but he’s trying his best.”

“Thank you for looking after Kenshin.”

And then his evil mind whispers questions that makes him wonder of the times he hasn’t heard you say that name. Alone with his lord, in your room or his. Moaned out. Chanted again and again, like a prayer. Screamed, perhaps. Feeling hot with jealousy, Sasuke counts down from five to one and takes a shot of sake. After the five-four-three-two-one, he shall think of anything except you and Kenshin.

Yukimura bursts out a single laugh at the display, shooting his best friend an amused grin.

“Hey, you’re chugging drinks now, huh? Careful not to turn into Kenshin.”

That name again. Sasuke lets out an impassive ‘yeah’, and Yukimura refills his cup. They exchange a toast, and at the next second, Sasuke already has alcohol burning down his throat. That’s right. People don’t even know that he’s off tonight, if they discount drinking as one of the clues. He’s always straight-faced, stoic, a little bit stiff-upper-lip most of the time. They probably don’t notice how his gaze falls back to you every once in a while, as if his eyes are always searching for you.

There you are, looking as beautiful as always. Next to Kenshin. Pouring him a cup.

Heterochromatic eyes meet his gaze and Sasuke freezes in his seat. He nods at his lord, maintaining another microsecond of eye contact before looking somewhere else, pretending to be interested in what the lesser vassals are talking about. He feels Kenshin’s side glance burning the back of his head—is it fueled by suspicion or knowing? Sasuke finds dread in both.

Perhaps tonight is one of his experiments. Yes. It’s commonly accepted that people drink to forget, so him knocking back cups of sake earlier is part of a study about this common knowledge. He’s his own test subject. The determining variable is whether he’ll forget you in the morning.

Intoxicated, Sasuke lays on his futon and stares up at the blurred ceiling, his glasses forgotten on the floor. In between the deafening silence is the heartbeat in his ears, fast and constant. Ba-thump, ba-thump. He’s drunk, but sober enough to understand that he’s not falling asleep anytime soon with this tempo in his chest.

“—and most importantly, don’t fall in love.”  

Was it really him who said that? It was, wasn’t it, part of his ‘instructions’ he gave to you when you first find yourself trapped in the Sengoku. Stay out of trouble, lay low for three months, and he’ll get you out of this place—that’s basically the deal. And he said that, just because love only it harder for you to leave.

Funny, now that neither of you are leaving, he’s the one that should’ve taken his own advice.

this was super fun to write, i hope you enjoy it! It did get a little bit more silly than i originally planned, but hopefully you can find the fluff. Thank you soooo much for the first request! <3

Your peals of laugher rang out through the hallway, catching Nobunaga - who was walking by your room - in a trance. Hm? What’s gotten her so amused? He thought, intrigued, and decided to make a quick stop before heading off to the tenshu.

He called your name, “I’m coming in,” and opened the door.

You were curled up, clutching your stomach as the laughter took over you. Your shoulders shook, and Nobunaga could swear he saw a single tear roll down your cheeks.

What was so funny?

A tiny movement caught his eye, and the warlord glanced up towards the ceiling. Had that tile just moved? “MC,” he frowned, “Was someone in here?”

You sobered up - just a little - and spoke through laughter, “Yeah, Sasuke.” You wiped the corner of your eyes, “He was just checking up on me, nothing else.”

That’s right, your fellow time-traveller. Nobunaga still didn’t like - and rightly so! - the idea of the enemy sneaking into your room, but you’ve convinced him before to make an exception for Sasuke. He was, Nobunaga begrudgingly admitted, your only tie to your original world, and he would not take that away from you.

“So what’s gotten you in this fit of laughter?”

Just the mention of it made you giggle again. “N-Nothing!” You paused, and when Nobunaga persisted, you gave in, “It’s just some stupid joke. You wouldn’t understand.”

Now that hurt. A man like Nobunaga? And you thought he wouldn’t understand a joke? “Try me.”

“I,” you shook your head, smiling, “I barely understand it myself! But here, watch-”

You raised one elbow up to your chest, and curled your head down to meet it. Both arms raised in one direction - “This is a dab.” You explained, “It’s this meme - er, trend - from my time, that when you succeed in something, you do it to celebrate. Like… a victory pose!”

Nobunaga nodded, “I see.” But that didn’t seem very funny, so…?

“Anyway, Sasuke apparently convinced Yukimura to do it at the end of their training spars and- oh lord, I just can’t-” You started laughing again at that mental image. You just hoped the universe wouldn’t collapse from all the meddling you and Sasuke did - bring memes back 500 years.

A smile cracked on his lips as he watched you laugh again, enjoying the sight without understanding the cause. And though you were a happy-go-lucky girl most of the time, he’d never seen you in quite this state before. It was nice.

But, it brought on that horrible feeling, the one that squeezed his chest until it hurt, the one that he knew he shouldn’t show you, but sometimes it was hard to restrain… The connection Sasuke had to you, Nobunaga would never have. No matter how much he told you he loved you, no matter how many times you shared his bed, no matter how many hours you spoke of your past - that bond was unachievable. It was the one thing the ambitious leader could never grasp. And it hurt.

“Tell me more.”

“Is something troubling you?” Your fingers combed through your beloved’s hair as he lay with his head on your lap. Your touch always calmed him, even when he could get no sleep.

“Mm.”

Nobunaga’s gaze, though on you, seemed distant, as though it were piercing through you and looking past you - or into you. Through all this time you’ve been together, you’ve learned to read him well, so you could see the gears turning in his head even now, deep in thought. Maybe he wouldn’t tell you, but you were here for him, anyway.

The night was quiet, save for the distant chirping of cicadas. The air - cool - caressing your skin through your disheveled kimono. You continued to stroke Nobunaga’s hair, finding the action as soothing as - you hoped - did he. His chiseled face, that gorgeous expression… it took everything you had to stop yourself from leaning down to kiss him, as you feared it’d interrupts his thoughts.

Suddenly, he spoke.

“What do you call a man after you cut off his feet?”

Your eyes widened. Just what was he thinking about? You hadn’t heard of any skirmishes lately, had Nobunaga kept a fight from you? Was it really causing him this much agony, to steal his thoughts away from you and mull over it all night-? He hadn’t gotten hurt, had he?

Nobunaga grinned, “De-feeted.”

You blinked. He stared back at you with that smug smile of his, awaiting your reaction. That…

Oh!

A joke?

You laughed, breathy and exasperated, not so much at the pun itself, but from relief. “Nobunaga! You worried me!” You scolded, gently slapping his arm. “What was that?”

“You laughed,” he grinned, though the smile faded, again into something thoughtful. “Though not as much as with..”

“As with?” You urged him to finish his thought.

He was silent for a moment, as though mulling over whether he should share these thoughts with you. He relinquished, letting out his envy with hopes to tame it. “As with Sasuke. You laugh a lot with him.”

“Oh, Nobunaga,” you sighed out, touched at this show of vulnerability. Briefly - just briefly, you swear - you considered taking this opportunity to tease him, to taunt him about the jealousy, but you didn’t have it in you, not when he lay on your lap, trying to make you laugh, telling the worst jokes in history-

“I love you as you are. Bad jokes and all.” You leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I’m happiest when I’m with you. That’s all I need.”

“But these memes-”

You grinned. “I have an idea, if you want to try it.”

All the warlords, and yourself, were sitting before Nobunaga at the next war council. It went on as it usually did, sharing new information and planning a new strategy…

“I have seen to it personally that the spies last seen around Azuchi have been captured, and are now awaiting interrogation.” Nobunaga looked you straight in the eye, holding his hands in front of himself, and flashed a grin-

“You know I had to do it to them.”

Would you write one about Ikesen Mitsuhide pls? One that’s mixed with lots of yearning and 5 star spice pls! Something intense like a glass of pesky Irish whiskey that burns even with the tiniest sip. Cheers and I hope the rest of you weekend is good! 🥃

YES<3 <3 <3

Omg does he even know any other way of being? His route REALLY did a number on me last year. Thank you for requesting a tipseu, I truly hope you enjoy it! 🙇🏻‍♀️

Dear Nobu, How is every thing at Azuchi castle? How are you? Have you finished all konpeito Masa and I made right before I left? We tweaked the recipe this time. Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as the last batch.

Thanks for being cool with me going on a trip by myself and a few trusted friends from the castle. I appreciate that you always try to understand and respect the culture of the world I grew up in. Have I told you I love you?

We were greeted with a September snow on the 5th day. Hiking trails were a bit slippery but the scenery was well worth it. Oh Nobu you should see how the snow topped mountains peeked through the mist. They looked exactly like Winterfell in Game of Thrones. You know, stories I told you that are not unlike the Sengoku era except that they have dragons? Now that we have theater experience under our belt, maybe we can do a play about Game of Thrones. What do you say? We’ll need to come up with a new role for you though, kings in that story either died miserably or knew nothing. 

Anyhow, I’ll be home soon by the time you receive this letter. Dearest Nobu, I can’t wait for the day when you have time to go on a trip to the north with me. We can sip sake in a hot spring at night. It’ll be so quiet that we can hear snow falling. Hey and I promise I’ll make you hot chocolate. Ooh and marshmallow. You may just love it more than konpeito. Should we make a bet?

Take care and think of me.

Yours, Mineko

Mineko,

All is well where I am, except for the fact that somehow you just had to be away, even for not that long of a time. As for the konpeito, I can truthfully tell you that I have tried my utmost best to not finish them in one sitting. And yes, you have told me you love me, multiple times, some in ways less pure than others.

I hope you are enjoying your trip. You can tell me more about this… Game of Thrones when the two of us meet. About the dragons, in particular. Considering how the last play we were involved in ended, I am divided about the revival of the idea. On one hand I hated the fact that the ninja managed to steal you in the end, but on the other hand, if we did another play, I could be the one whisking you away for the grand finale.

The hot springs? You are making me wonder if there’s a particular memory you are trying to relive by going there.

I am not familiar of hot chocolate, nor marshmallow. They sound weird, even when they are only spoken on paper. But since you are the one suggesting them, I suppose there is no harm to try.

Are you sure you are in a position to make a bet with me, after what happened the first time?

Nobunaga