#nanashi 7DS

[bunji-enthusiast]

heyyy, it’s been a while since i’ve requested something hehe, can i ask for a scenario with Nanashi being asked by his s/o if they can cup his boobs 🤭

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How obsceneeee 𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏-

Some days were peaceful, some even full of bloodbaths.

Yet this was one day, absolutely unaccounted for. As Nanashi was expecting a very normal one.

The sun had shone delicately, rays bringing warmth to the beings with wings and the small grass of blades digging up from beneath the earth.

Nanashi had just nearly finished with his usual training, as improvement could always bring spectacular results as the swordsman had noticed over the years. Fast and precise swings, sharp stabs and thrusts. All in accordance alongside his footwork too, to keep his body steady and unmoving despite the oncoming possible attacks when in combat.

A small presence could not be obscured from his senses, being far too sharp as they may seem. Nanashi's gaze flitted over to the beacon of warmth, finding you gracing his field of vision.

The swordsman couldn't help the small smile that was curling on his lips, making home. He adjusted himself, standing more straight-forward as he had sheathed his katana in the scabbard resting at the left hip. Breezes swaying the fabric of his clothing, Nanashi took a quiet moment to admire you as you had approached him.

"My love, how are you?" He asked, decidedly breaking the serene atmosphere he had gathered in that wishful opportune moment of simply admiring you.

You only nodded, a small yes with such a simple gesture. Taking the final step closer, you cupped his cheek and pressed a chaste kiss against Nanashi's forehead. His eyes fluttered to a close the moment you did, feeling content in your affectionate ministrations.

Then you leaned back, admiring your work. Or so what he had assumed the expression on your face to be, but appeared as if you were repressing something on the inside.

With a small inhale and a large grin, "Can I cup your boobs?" You asked, easily enough for him to understanding. Nanashi just froze, eyes blown wide by your question. The swordsman's expression presented a manner of buffering, just seemingly trying to understand why you had just said to him.

"My- my love." He sputtered, "DO-do you mean my chest?" He asked, blood immediately rushing to his face. Which had made his pale complexion darken somewhat, as you could feel the heat radiating from his face, as you had still had your hand holding his cheek.

"That's what I said." You reaffirmed, and Nanashi was still left in surprise.

And mostly was still buffering.

[yume-tsuki]

Doodles Nanashi can barely imagine that this scared boy is the son of a great demon king. Loh is snuggling with her daddy

[ac9129]

knowing that tomintoul was nanashi all along, it makes these scenes funnier now.. such a silly man 🤭💕

like he was always just standing there, and if they talked to him he just responded in such a dry way. My awkward silly little man 😭💕

[nasiens-father]

So it's true that this character is gay, now we have four LGBT: Slader, Gawain, my bby and this one, clap clap nakaba clap clap 🐟

@ac9129 @grace-of-flash this one character wants to take yo man pookies 😧

[overlyimmersed]

Abandoned his name, maybe, but not the melodrama of his nature.

🙄 Goddesses...

[taeloke]

Not really an ask but I just wanna say that Sixtus' weapon may just be the first sacred treasure tier weapon that we've seen outside of the ones we've already seen. I call his weapon a sacred treasure tier is because of how close it is to the spirit spears and the spirit spears are considered Sacred Treasures. and in 7ds King is the first character to showcase a sacred treasure. So, Sixtus really is his dad hahaha

Ask or not, thank you for asking! :> I don't mind if anyone uses this to send anonymous messages either--though I'll always wonder who's asking/saying what lol

But woah, you might be right. The only other potential Sacred Treasure shown in 4KOTA that I can remember is the sword Nanashi gave to Lancelot, but all he said about that was that it's a "dull sword" and Dubs made it. Not every weapon he made was a genuine Sacred Treasure, surely. It looks too plain for one, too.

The same goes with Tristan's swords. Sacred Treasures are always uniquely designed and have some kind of gimmick to them. Spirit Spears are a special case though. They're the only Sacred Treasures made by the Sacred Tree, yet they're still considered Sacred Treasures.

Or maybe they aren't. Maybe King just generalized it when these weapons were first introduced to us. Doubt it, though.

But damn, you're right. Ig Sixtus inherited some of King's plot genes too!

[ladymerlin-lab]

Merlin and Nanashi having a custody battle over Arthur

Ooooh that's a good one! I will put it on the list🥰🥰 thank you dear❤.

[bunji-enthusiast]

nanashi anon reporting again, can I request a small scenario with nanashi and his gn! s/o cuddling in a rlly stormy night? (this can be either nsfw or sfw) 🧍🩷

Ooo alrighty!

(suggestive implications, but sfw nonetheless)

Shadows and wells, thunder and lightning. 

It all equates to a normal night, not anymore less as it is for the earth to be ravaged with adoration by the stormy clouds, in spite of every bit of scarring and wounds. How loved is Mother Earth for her children to heal her, he finds himself envious of these proclamations, nature endowed him with reality otherwise. 

Silent, calm, and ready to enrage.

I envy you, my deity. 

Nanashi finds himself bare for the first time in a while, he is dressed appropriately within the darkness. The swordsman doesn’t find any embarrassment welling in his chest, in short closeness and proximity it was only you. Your hand laid tenderly upon his back, tracing through each crevice and valley of memories, you were completely astounded that you could admire him in such a way. 

“Nanashi..” You murmured, finding your face flushed as your hand settled unto the very scars that marked his descent, a fall that had long past had been gotten over. “How do they feel now?” You asked, voice wavering with hesitance—perhaps it was silly to question. 

He pauses, then moves so little it almost scares you. A quiet sigh is heard, as if he were contemplating the way he would answer. You wait, thundering roaring in the encompassing silence that created a dear pause that allowed you both to take a breath you dare not breathe should the other be scared away. 

“They ache.” Nanashi says finally, a moment passes as he takes in the feeling of your touch upon his burning skin. “But it doesn’t hurt me any longer.”

“I see.” You replied with careful nonchalance, still a little amazed with how faded the scars were as if they were there for the longest time (well, they were). This situation still felt far too delicate, like something being presented to you that you were not meant to set your eyes upon just yet. 

You languidly lifted your fingers, ghosting the felt of his skin. Nanashi could feel goosebumps and shivers following in the wake of your touch; cold, hot, nothing and forever throughout time. He wondered how far you’d stray with those gentle hands of yours, triaging into endless memories of battles and dishonored enemies.

Though you tried to suppress it, a small smile betrayed your demeanor. You were glad that Nanashi could not set his eyes onto you from where he sat, you dare not stray from your position. 

Like each and every touch, it sears and burns. So cold all at once as well, so longingly you had traced the muscle of his back all the way to the right where the nape of his neck starts. You could hear his breath hitch as you began applying pressure, your finger trailing over the nape, eliciting even more shivers from your touch. “Sensitive?”

“Yes.” Nanashi replied simply, shaking his head to compose himself. 

You waited for a moment, then took the action of actually kissing the nape of his neck. Which had surprised Nanashi, but not as much as any other time, your affectionate gestures brought him peace. Something he had always wished for, and he had hoped you’d never stop. 

You leaned forward, lifting both your arms and wrapping around the broad frame of his being. Closing your eyes as you rested your head in the crook of his shoulder, right in the inset between the muscle bone and his neck. 

Hearing the content sigh from you was alleviating to the swordsman, letting him rest his eyes as they came to a close. 

So high, and yet so far. Yet it was only minutes ago, thunder roaring for all those awake and asleep to hear. He wonders how long and in between that he needed to fall asleep, though he could consider that answer later.

[bunji-enthusiast]

IM IN LOVE WITH THIS BLOG 🩷🩷!!!! can i request a small scenario with nanashi and a gn! s/o where they’re in the “sharing one bed” situation? (sfw pls !!) 🫶🫶💕🩷🩷

I am telling you right now Nanashi is the one of the most respectful guys you could ever meet.

trying to find a format style I’m happy with is a difficulty haha, I’m growing to be very fond of this man though <3

"Pardon?"

He was trying to make sense of what he just heard, Nanashi was unsure of he really did hear what he heard.

The person that had been manning the reception desk sighed incredulously, crossing their arms and trying to maintain their calm customer service tone, "There is one room left, but it only has one bed."

Nanashi was somewhat disgruntled with learning this information, yet somehow it seemed that the frame of his shoulders had dropped slightly, "I see, sorry to trouble you."

The swordsman had been defeated.

It felt as if the only thing Nanashi could do is hang his head low as he paid for the only night the two of you would spend, then turned his head to you with an apologetic look upon his features. You didn't mind, not at all, you were pretty used to sleeping in close proximity with Nanashi anyway.

"I don't this will be as bad as you make it out to be." You mention, grabbing his hand and pulling him along without an ounce of hesitation.

He was rather surprised, but he was also very relieved that you weren't uncomfortable at the thought. Nanashi disliked making you uncomfortable at all, even despite how long he's known you and what you like and don't like. It's simply just ingrained into him to put other's needs in particular situations such as these over his own, "I.. suppose not."

It was in due part that the both of you had been fortunate to run into such a good inn, as there was often many that were not rated well and not so clean.

Once you reached the door on the second floor, you let go of his hand and reached for the knob of the door, fiddling with the lock for a few moments. You sometimes had struggled with the insipid locks on doors, as the mechanisms from within were albeit complex. Locks were something entirely unique and new introduced to Britannia, whomever had first created the idea was left unknown to you.

At length, a noise of success left you as a click was heard, the door swinging (not so harshly) open.

"Better you than me with those." Nanashi joked lightly, offering you a small smile. He could tell you were frustrated with fiddling with the lock, he most likely wouldn't have done any better himself anyway.

You shook your head at his comment, being the first to step into the room. It was actually a lot nicer then you would've expected it to be, entering the inn alone was already pushing the definition of 'decently good'. Though, you guessed it on your way of thinking, you weren't necessarily privileged growing up.

Unbeknownst to you, Nanashi couldn't help but admire the look on your face, taking his time to come in after you. Indeed, it was quite refined and nice. Perhaps better than the days he spent out traversing the land, and sleeping upon the ground. His eyes scanned over everything, down to the last detail.

There was two windows, both closed but you could open them to let in air or admire the view. Then, there were two nightstands on each side of the bed, polished and clearly dusted. Night lamps had sat upon the left nightstand, and there were books left strewn on the right nightstand. The frame of the bed was wooden, but sturdy as you had suddenly just tested that. Upon the bed itself, it was clearly organized and clean with what appeared to be fluffy pillows and a purple blanket atop the comforter.

Odd, but homely.

"I'll just take right side of the bed," You said, snapping him out of his stupor. "That alright with you?"

Nanashi tilted his head, then nodded in agreement. You smiled at him, now then setting down the little necessities atop the right nightstand you had on your person.

As you had taken up the right side of the bed, Nanashi took up the left side. His hand went straight for his scabbard, far tucked into his obi. Nanashi sighed for a quiet moment, contemplating if he should keep it close to his person or actually set it aside. He was quite used to immediate combat and preparedness to defend himself because he had his katana so close to his person.

"Nanashi." You called out, you were crouched and shifting on the right side of the bed for support.

Finally you had decided to stand up after a few select moments of silence, "Something bothering you?" You inquired, concern etched into the features of your face.

Nanashi shakes his head with a small smile, not wanting to worry you with his irrational concerns, "Not at all, just thinking about things." He simply responded. He found his hand had gripped onto the scabbard, resting just beneath the hilt of his katana. Nothing to worry about at all, nothing bad was going to happen.

Just as quickly your concern came, it left right after. You shrugged in compliance, not bothering to push it any further and got ready to go to bed.

So he looked, and kept his eyes to himself. Nanashi took out the scabbard, clearly feeling the weight of his katana as he set it down vertically.

His gaze lingered on his weapon, speaking softly, "We are quite lucky old friend, aren't we?"

[bunji-enthusiast]

I wanna give nanashi many different hairstyles, imagine him with pigtails or two little braids with coquette bows in his hair hehehe :’3

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OH MY GOODNESS—

YOUR A GENIUS.

Nanashi be confused but even with braids or with the pigtails, he still somehow looks good, in and out of combat as well. He doesn’t necessarily like them, but it’s comfy to wear to sleep because they prevent his hair from being so messy in the morning.

Your probably the only one who can do this to his hair and get away with it LOL-

[bunji-enthusiast]

it’s him moot, it’s nanashi 🥲🩷

Stoic-face and everything too😭😭

He’s so precious AUGH-

He gives me cuteness aggression I cannot LIEEEEE

[bunji-enthusiast]

nanashi with cat ears?

YESSS, Nanashi with da cat ears ❤️

I apologize for how horrible this sketch is, my ability to draw has regressed so much cause of art block LMAO.

Fun to get some practice anyway though 🎵

[bunji-enthusiast]

would nanashi be good at video games or is he too old? 🧍

I-

Now hol up.

Maybe he’d be decent at them? Considering his hand-eye coordination based off NNT (anime), I’d say he’d be very good at shooter and souls-like games, especially cyberpunk-esque ones.

However I think comfy games stress him tf out (no I will not elaborate), and he would absolutely fail at story games probably.

I’m just imagining how he looks playing now though 😭😭

[bunji-enthusiast]

LOVEEEEE UR WRITING ITS INSANEEEE🦅🦅🩷🩷🩷 can I request some headcanons of Nanashi with a blind but strong s/o ??? 🫶🫶🫶🤭🤭🤭

THANK YOU FOR THE LOVE!!

I LOVE BADASS CHARACTERS IN SHOWS WHO JUST HAPPEN TO BE BLIND RAGHHHH

In the beginning earlier of the relationship, he had some cause for concern for you when he found out you were truly blind. Nanashi wasn't fully aware of your capabilities at this moment in time, but as time went on, it became increasingly clear that you could handle yourself. It showed him he shouldn't be judging the nuances of things without searching for all the answers first.

He realized he was incredibly in love with you the moment you had displayed your full capabilities in combat, Nanashi was amazed indeed. You were the first to actually stun the swordsman into silence, causing some concern from you as you waved your hand over his sight asking; "Hellooo? Earth to Nanashi." To which he was immediately snapped out of his stupor and quickly apologized for spacing out. You reassured that he didn't have to worry about it.

Because of you, he learned various new moves and techniques he was able to incorporate into his fighting style. Nanashi was eternally grateful to you that you had taken the time to teach him to master such things.

There was a time you had ended up defending Nanashi while he was asleep, ensuring that you didn't want him to be woken up. Fending off all the attackers by yourself, and went right back to sleep next to Nanashi.

As a goddess, Nanashi has been here forever. In a sense of metaphor, but had he lived long enough to know thousands upon thousands of stories. And out of all of them, yours was his favorite. Nanashi considered himself blessed to have come across you in the first place, you had inspired a new aspect to his world views and helped him grow and improve, you actually very much helped him view individuals with blindness very differently.

Nanashi was in all honesty very impressed how you managed to live with being blind the entirety of your life, he knew-that you were used to it. But he still couldn't help being impressed how well you maneuver and even carry yourself in combat, even making quips about your blindness. You were someone impressive all on your own, and even had made a name for yourself, no matter how much you didn't want to be perceived unfortunately.

Should have ever there been times Nanashi was bothered by something, you could always tell. The swordsman was never able to understand how your able to understand if Nanashi was bothered by something in mind, it was about expression and actually seeing the face. But then he was quickly reminded about the way you can perceive things, even if it was different to people who could see.

Just as he as a swordsman had gained enemies and rivals, so did you. Nanashi had watched many of your battles through this way, and regardless of win or lose - he was always proud of you.

Even if you had been well accustomed to living with your blindness, there were things you were unable to do compared to those that could actually see. Writing, reading and even setting up posters. So you had avoided these particular subjects, you didn't necessarily hate it, you just couldn't do these things. That's all there was too it, Nanashi had done much of the reading and the writing enough for the both of you together. He insists on doing so, he feels more useful for you in these ways.

You had no use of weaponry, you always fought bare-handed. Which no doubt had resulted in lots of broken bones and healings, but your knuckles had mended together and grew stronger as a result. You worry Nanashi a lot as a result of such a thing, he has no care for how one fights, he does not dictate it. But you sincerely had worried Nanashi very often as you had cause for recklessness without considering how it will affect your physical health.

More often then not you had always heard comments about your blindness, most of them even came from your own mouth. Seeing is believing, and that had never rung true. At least, without having the ability to see, you could truly only understand others for their words and actions.

Beyond just appearances, as you could not look at someone and find them attractive, you were able to know when someone was honest and humble. Which in turn had caused many problems and betrayals, you had recounted few of these tales to Nanashi as a way to pass the time on your travels.

In your way of being able to perceive and know where to go, was something unique to you alone. That was the ability to read Ki, gathered of the five senses all living beings have. It was something learned, so more so a technique. You could sense the flowing energy of all living beings; human, fairy, giant, demon and goddess. At first, when you had first met Nanashi, something about him seemed reminiscent of goddess magic. You thought he was a druid.

The truth was completely different however, you had a feeling, a hunch. You very much found out you were right through such a simple thing.

"Could I feel your face?"

The question was completely out of the blue, surprising the swordsman as he wasn't prepared for it. Though, he took the time to think about it.

"Okay." Nanashi responded simply, warmth spilling through his tone. He didn't particularly like getting his face touched-but with you, it was something entirely different. He didn't mind, now stepping forward as he held himself still.

You held a tense breath, him actually complying with your request was simply unexpected. Nanashi had every right to say no, but you couldn't pass up the chance while you had it, this was one of the very first times you could actually get a good feel of what his face felt like. You could sense his every rigid movement, his terse yet even breathing. Right down to heat emanating from his skin.

Slowly you took your time, reaching out both your hands. Right until you felt them being guided to a set shape inlaid upon the features of his face, already you could begin to feel the way his face looked.

This felt almost intimate, personal.

Between only you two alone, it was a relief for this feeling alone. You would be very embarrassed otherwise in taking your time to feel each and every inch of his skin.

His jaw-line was sharp, cut and clean. Nanashi's lips were well taken care of, aside from the occasional chapped line. Up the bridge of his nose, and descending down too his cheek bones, they were well smooth and radiated warmth. Beneath his eyes, just right unto the eyelids, you could get an understanding of his eyes.

Cold, sharp and unforgiving.

But also, warm and kind.

How different, such as a duality for a man like Nanashi. You almost envied Nanashi, some say you could tell stories just from looking at ones eyes. But truthfully for you, it's in the skin, the way they had grown into themselves.

"Your tired, aren't you?" He simply hums in response, melting into your touch and letting his eyes close.

"I would say it's an understatement my love."

[bunji-enthusiast]

can I request a scenario with Nanashi cuddling his (gn) s/o? 💕

Here you go my dear! apologies for the wait, I've been very sick <3

The sun had risen high at the very peaks, but from within the deep cadaverous welling, you had been ensured much shade from the temporal force of the sun that had wrought its warmth upon the awakening land. Even with the occasional songs of the wind and the floating clouds over ahead, it had never stirred the napping swordsman at your side. 

Massive birds rose ahead, zooming by. 

At the top of peaks, enshrouded in mist and fog, is where you lay by him. You could feel the rise and fall of each and every little breath made from the depths of his chest, sensing his innate need to just stay asleep. 

Unsurprisingly it was Nanashi who knew about this particular spot, you could see the views delightful and appealing to the eye, one could virtually see everything from where you lay. Even if you couldn’t find it in yourself to fall asleep alongside Nanashi, you simply admired the view, and him as well. 

“Nana..” You uttered–your voice trailing off as you realize that your movement has been surrendered. You didn’t bother to try and move, as his muscular arms had you enraptured in his hold. Somehow it had brought about a serene peace for you, listening to his heartbeat as if it was in the far lands with a single blossomed weeping tree, beautiful yet experienced. 

He only let out a low hum in response, nuzzling into the crown of your head. Nanashi was tired, and he just wanted to spend a few precious moments of time with you, as much as possible at least. Rarely was Nanashi spared from the extraneous events he may run into upon pure accident, sparsely having to save people he seldom had the pleasure of knowing. So indeed, this was very pleasant for him. To rest and to stay close to the only person who held his heart in their hands, which was you alone. 

You languidly traced the curvature of his exposed chest, feeling the way it was so rough and warm to the touch. Possibly by years of combat and battle experience.

Nanashi had gained a few scars, some proud and some a constant reminder to his own failures years ago. Yet his scarring seemed to be something you thought he never deserved, deigned into the squeezing flesh of between the ruined skin and the perfect one. 

“You don’t mind, do you?” You asked, pausing for a moment. Nanashi simply responds by pulling your hand along, nuzzling into your touch. The swordsman’s eyes flicker to an open, as if briefly seeing everything for what it is. You let out a soft gasp, falling into a gentle smile. 

Okay then, you thought to yourself. Continuing your ministrations, it felt alleviating, comforting almost in a way. 

And truth be told, Nanashi never has been this soft before. Which was absolutely adorable to be honest, as there had been far and inbetween chances for you to see him this way.