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Yet again a year has gone by and it is my birthday again today and also Nobunagaâs 440th death anniversary. I did the same thing last year and released a fanfic for Nobunaga so hereâs another one. I hope you enjoy it.
Words = 443
Warnings = established relationship, scars
Excerpt =Â âI hope youâll let me heal any painful marks your kind heart may sustainâ
âHow about this one?â Mai gingerly ran her fingers across the mottled scar running along the side of Nobunagaâs left ankle. It was lighter than the rest of his skin and it almost felt colder too.
âThat one? I was nicked on the battlefield about 4 years ago by a fallen soldierâ. His hands were carding through her soft and silken hair as he explained how he received each and every one of his scars.
Mai listened to Nobunagaâs explanation while tracing the outline of the pale mark. In every gentle stroke, she suffused her wish that she could erase his painful past with just her touch.
âIt must have been so painful, Iâm sorryâ she mumbled quietly while continuing to lovingly run her fingers over it.
âWhy are you saying sorry, Mai?â Nobunaga queried confusingly, his hand stilling in her hair.
âI donât knowâ she laughed awkwardly. âI guess I just wish you never had to feel the painâ her eyes were glistening with unshed tears as she directed them towards his.
Nobunaga untangled his hand from her fine light brown hair. Brushing his thumbs delicately under her eyes. He silently leaned forward and encased her in his gentle and tender embrace.
Mai rested her head on his shoulder as she wound her hands around his broad back and softly rubbed soothing circles into it. Nobunaga couldnât help but chuckle at the situation, she was comforting him even though the sadness in her eyes was a far greater pain to him than any injury he could suffer.
Speaking into his neck, Mai whispered âIâm sure youâll receive no end of painful marks in your lifeâ She lifted herself up and looked directly into his carmine eyes. âWhile there is not much I can do for the physical kindâŠâ Mai took a deep breath. âI hope youâll let me heal any painful marks your kind heart may sustainâ.
She moved closer to him and pressed a warm and searing kiss to his cold cheek. She would give him any number of sweet kisses if they worked in thawing his long-frozen heart.
Nobunagaâs eyes had widened and he looked at her incredulously as though her strength and love had impressed him.
He pulled her towards him again and held her tightly. Their hearts beat in perfect sync while they held each other closely in their warming arms.
Regaling her with the stories of the rest of his scars could wait. For now, he just wanted to carry on being connected to her, to feel the warmth she radiated against him and to feel her heart beat against his for the rest of the night.
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The Empathâs curse. You want to help someone pick up their broken pieces so they can put themselves back together, and they not only cut you with their broken shards, they cry because you bled on them. Itâs the gentle hearts that get hurt the most.
â°â†đ Napoleon's always been so damn yummy looking. You're so hungry and desperate you could make a pizza on his face.
Napoleon Bonaparte x gn!reader âąÂ rating: G âąÂ tags: Crack; Nightmares; Bad cooking âąÂ wordcount: 722 âąÂ masterlist
We were goofing around with @eliilovesu making a pizza on Napo's face and then @lemeowade wrote a short dialogue based on it and something happened in my head and now it's a fic.
Napoleon is securing your apron with a cute little tie at the back when your stomach growls yet again.
"Snrk. Little bears aren't allowed in the kitchen, Nunuche."
You pout, finally turning to face him and to return the favor by tying off his own apron. All the better that you have an excuse to nudge him into turning his back to you where you can't see his stupid grin anymore.
"I thought the kitchen was where we fought bears!"
Once you two are both ready, Napoleon takes a spatula readily just like it's his rapier, making you laugh effortlessly.
"That's true. So? What are we cooking today?"
At the end of your laughing fit, you stop your gaze at Napoleon's handsome face. He has that spark in his eye that is always ready to impress you, and your heartbeat rises, and you're suddenly palming your hungry belly as if to calm down the hungry butterflies inside...
"Napoleon... you look rather yummy, you know..."
Napoleon is dumbfounded for a split second, blinking his turquoise eyes in surprise at where this compliment came from. Then the smirk is back on his face.
"Why thank you, Nunuche. Aren't I always?"
You find your tongue poking out to lick your bottom lip, the sight before you simply irresistible. You step in closer with your hands outstretched.
"No, I mean like... actually yummy."
"............Nunuche?"
Freezing in place with his breath hitching, Napoleon leaves himself at your mercy as your hands finally land on him, taking a strong grip on his arms.... and before he knows it... he's pushed on the kitchen table.
"N-N-N-Nunuche..."
"Shh, Napoleon. Lie down."
Obediently, Napoleon relaxes his weight until his back is flush with the table, and he waits. For what exactly, he's not sure... but he's captured by your bold whims, curious to see what this would lead to. He hears rustling sounds where he can't see what you could be doing, but he's soon to find out exactly what you're planning for him.
"Nunuche what are you-"
"Stay completely still for me. Face the ceiling and close your eyes."
He complies with your strange request, heart hammering in his chest. Soon he feels something...something wet and thick meeting his cheek.
It smells just like...tomato sauce...
"Wha-"
"Told you to stand still. Talking is a no-no."
Once his whole face is covered, he's met with a new sensation as something falls down upon him like a gentle snowfall. Like cheese is falling from the skies.
Next, something smaller but heavier rains down on him... He opens his mouth in a gasp and one of the small particles falls in his mouth.
"Champignons", he guesses correctly about the mushrooms, in that thick French accent that drives you crazy.
Another few ingredients appear on his face, some of which he has no luck guessing but there must be some basil and onion in there.
"All done~! Now all we need to do is apply heat and bake you real good."
Pause.
"And how are you planning on doing that, exactly?"
"Hmm... it's easy. I'll show you."
The nightmare of Europe trembles on the kitchen table, facing a fear he never even knew he had. He feels a presence looming over him, it's you, no doubt - and he feels it coming closer and closer, the darkness inside his eyelids becoming yet darker as you're directly over him.
And then it comes.
"Mmmmmmuah!!~"
Ba-dump. Ba-dump.
Napoleon's face grows hot in an instant as you kiss his lips.
And he realizes. That was your plan all along.
Napoleon smirks, giving up the play and removing a pepperoni from his eye in order to raise his head and look at you with a soft, defeated smile.
"My clever, mischievous Nunuche. I have to admit, I didn't expect-"
He sees you holding a blowtorch.
"What are you talking about Napoleon? I'm only just beginning!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
***
"AAAAAAaaaaa?"
"Napoleon, what's up with you! You fell asleep right after promising to cook me a meal and now you're even having nightmares! How deeply were you sleeping?"
Napoleon blinks into coherence, surprised to find himself lying on your lap under a tree's shade.
"I'm.... I'm fine, let's go cook. Have you decided on what you want to eat yet?"
"Hmmm... I was thinking about...pizza?"
"...Can't it be something else?"
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Kanetsugu as a Vulcan: not much different from regular Kanetsugu.
Done with inexpensive watercolors from Walmart on sketch paper so yeah I know colors blotchy as heck but you know its great practice for brush control.
tagging @mllorei @the12thnightproject because I just want them to see it and I love them so, i guess sue me
Kanetsugu, Fake marriage trope? You can do whichever you like, but if I'm really forced to pick, fluff! I know he's a newbie but I know you'll do great! đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°
Alright, first fic in my 300 follower celebration. And also my first fic for Kanetsugu (who I totally fell in love with upin reading his route)! Alright here we are.
Thank you @limonzu for the request! This was a fun one to write! ANd thank you for following me and appreciating my work!
A fluffy Kanetsugu and the fake marriage trope. No warnings just fluff.
Married For the Night
It was in the aftermath of an insane battle, our base camp had been overrun and I had been separated from the Uesugi-Takeda forces, who, despite initially being enemies of the Oda forces, had been nothing but kind to meâŠdespite me being a hostage. Kanetsugu, my watcher, and constant companion had become someone I cared for.
Somehow, I had managed to get away from the enemy, but now I was lost in the woods, tired, hungry and cold and the light was quickly fading. It was at this moment, I could hear what sounded like footsteps in the forest behind me.
Despite how tired and lost I was, hearing those footsteps sent a fresh shot of adrenaline through me. I picked up my pace and began to runâŠbut I wasnât fast enough. I soon felt someone grab onto my arm and I was yanked back. Before I could even think to scream, a hand was clamping over my mouth.
âQuiet you foolish girl.â The familiar voice hissed in my ear.
My racing heart instantly calmed upon hearing Kanetsuguâs voice and realizing it was he who was holding me. My back was pressed to his as he held me firmly against him. That was when I realized we were hiding behind a tree. I heard what sounded like footsteps passing us by.
We stood there in silence for what felt like forever before Kanetsugu was finally releasing me. âAre you alright?â He asked me, his tone surprisingly gentle.
I nodded. âYeahâŠjustâŠtired.â I replied.
âThereâs a village nearby.â He said. âWeâll take shelter there for the night. Then in the morning, weâll be able to start searching for everyone else.â
âOkay.â I agreed.
Kanetsugu was then taking me by the hand and leading me through the forest. Before we arrived in the village, Kanetsugu was removing his armor and hiding it carefully in the forest. âThe villagers are wary of warriors.â He said. âWeâll have an easier time hiding out if they think we are refugeesâŠwhich with the current state of your kimono wonât be hard to believe.â
I looked down at my once beautiful kimono to see it covered in dirt and debris, tears from my trek through the forest, and singed in places from the fires in the camp. Iâm sure the rest of me matched the state of my kimono.
I just nodded, figuring it would be best to go along with whatever his plan was. I was honestly having a hard time finding words. I was tired, sore, and scared. I had come close to being grabbed by someone who would not treat me so well as a hostage as Kanetsugu and the others had.
By the time we reached the village, night had completely fallen. It was a small farming village and there appeared to be no inn. We found ourselves knocking on the door of one of the farm houses.A kindly old man and his wife answered the door, a lantern in hand.
âIâm sorry for knocking on your door and at such a late hour,â Kanetsugu began, âbut we have been on the run for quite some time now andâŠâ
There was a gasp from the old woman as she looked at us. âDear, we must let them in. Look at these poor dearsâŠespecially the wife.â The old woman said.
The old man looked at his wife and nodded. âOf course, dear.â He agreed. He then turned to us, a kind smile on his face. âWeâd be happy to give you food and shelter. We have a spare room.â
âThank you.â Kanetsugu replied. âMy wife and I appreciate it.â
Though I was in a state of shock and tiredness from the battle and the run, I was being pulled from that by a new shockâŠthis old couple thought we were married?! And Kanetsugu wasnât correcting them?!
The couple led us inside and to their spare room. They were then going about bringing in some fresh clothes for us as well as a large water basin filled with freshly warmed water. âWe donât have a bath house or anything, but this should be enough for you two.â The old woman said with a smile as she laid out towels.
âThank you, that is very kind of you.â Kanetsugu said, bowing in gratitude.
âIâll go fix something to eat while you two get cleaned up and take your time.â The old woman said. âI remember when we were newlyweds.â She was then giving a wink before she and her husband were leaving.
Once we were alone, I was looking over at Kanetsugu. âWife?â I asked, looking at him in disbelief.
He shrugged. âIt makes sense.â He said. âBesides, they just assumed and it is a good cover story.â
âBut you didnât correct them.â I pointed out. âAnd nowâŠhow are we supposed to get cleaned up and changed? They think..they thinkâŠâ
Kanetsugu let out a sigh. âYou can go first. I will keep my back to you.â He was then making a show of turning around to face the door.
âOkayâŠbut by the time Iâm finished the water will be cold.â I pointed out. âYou should go first.â
âAnd have you deal with cold water?â Kanetsugu replied, letting out another sigh. âFine. here.âÂ
The next thing I knew, we were both sitting next to the large basin, towels wrapped around us and our backs to each other. We each had a wash cloth in hand. Despite doing his best to make sure we were both afforded privacy, I could still feel my heart pounding and my face glowing bright redâŠhonestly probably my entire body.
âWell now, you better hurry up if we donât want the water to grow cold.â Kanetsugu said.
I could hear him dipping his cloth in the water. âR-rightâŠâ I replied, my voice cracking with embarrassment.
âIf you donât get to washing, I will have to wash you.â Kanetsugu threatened.
âN-no. No need for that.â I squeaked, reaching behind me to dunk the cloth into the water and then bringing it over my face and arms, washing away the grime and ick of the battle and my run through the forest.
The warm water did feel nice as I moved it over my skin and aching musclesâŠoh how I wished I could just dunk myself in a nice hot springâŠbut this sponge bath was enough for now. Of course⊠there was also the fact that I was HIGHLY aware of Kanetsugu behind meâŠand the fact that we were both naked save for small towels wrapped around usâŠpart of me couldnât help but to imagine taking a peakâŠI mean Kanetsugu was always covered with pretty much his face and fingers being the only exposed parts of his body.
âYou had better not be thinking any inappropriate thoughts over there, foolish girl.â Kanetsugu warned me.
âPfftâŠI-I wasâŠnot!â I lied. âIâŠI was just thinkingâŠhow embarrassing this is.â
Kanetsugu chuckled lightly. âJust finish up.â
We finished washing up in silence, the sounds of the water and the washcloths moving over our skin the only thing filling the room. It felt like forever before we were finally done and putting some clothes on.
Once we were dressed, Kanetsugu was looking at me. âSit.â He ordered, gesturing to a spot in front of him.
âW-whatâŠwhy?â I asked.
âJust sit.â He told me. âWith your back to me.â
Confused, I followed his instructions.Soon, I felt his hands in my hair, fingers working through it. âW-whatâŠâ
âI am fixing your hair.â He replied. âWe donât have a comb, so my fingers are the next best thing.â
âO-o-okayâŠâ I replied, feeling tingles running down my spine as his fingers gently combed through my hair. âTh-thank...you.â
âWe canât have you looking a mess when we go to join our hosts for dinner.â Kanetsugu replied.
âI suppose youâre rightâŠâ
Soon he had finished combing through my hair and we were heading out of the room to join the elderly couple currently giving us shelter in the main room off of their kitchen. The old woman was bringing out a tray of tea while her husband carried a tray filled with food.Â
âSome nice warm stew and tea ought to help the both of you.â The old woman said as she and her husband sat the trays down.
âThat sounds lovely.â I replied, feeling a bit better after getting cleaned up. âThank youâŠand for all of the kindness.â
The old woman gave me a warm smile. âWe are just glad to help.â She replied. âAnd I am glad to see you seem to be feeling a bit better.â
We were all soon digging into the food and sipping the tea. The warmth of the food suffused me down into my bones. It was soothing and comforting. âThis is a god brew.â Kanetsugu commented. âThank you.â
âAnd the stew is good.â I added.
âThank you. I know itâs not much, but I am glad to be of help.â The old woman said.Â
As we ate, I could feel Kanetsuguâs eyes on me. I felt a bit self-conscious and looked over at him. âDo I have something on my face?â I asked him.
âNo.â He answered, simply.
The old woman chuckled. âOh you two are a lovely couple.â She said. âItâs so good to see a young girl with such a caring husband.â
Kanetsugu and I both instantly looked away from each other, my cheeks reddening. If I was not mistaken I think his were too. Kanetsugu let out a cough.
âDear, donât embarrass them.â The old man said.
âWhat? Young love is so sweet.â She replied. âThey remind me so much of us when we first wed.â
The old man gave her a kind smile and took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips to place a kiss on the back. You could clearly see the years of love and happiness the pair had shared by the way they looked at each otherâŠthat warmed me in a way no food or tea could. A natural smile came to my face as I looked at them.
After we finished eating, Kanetsugu and I went back to the room they had prepared for us. The tub was gone and now a fresh futon was laid out for us. âMake yourself comfortable.â Kanetsugu told me. âIâll keep watch, just in case.â
âAâŠare you sure?â I asked.
âYes, now get some rest.â Kanetsugu told me. âOr do you need me to make you into a caterpillar again?â
âN-noâŠIâm fine.â I replied, slipping into the futon and getting comfortable, pulling the cover up to my chin. Of courseâŠI was finding myself having a hard time getting to sleep despite how exhausted I felt.
âI promise, you are safe.â Kanetsugu told me and I felt him settling down next to the futon. âI wonât allow anyone to hurt you.â
âIâŠIâm justâŠâ
I soon felt my head being moved and the next thing I knew, my pillow had been replaced by Kanetsuguâs lap. âYou need to rest.â He told me. I then felt his hand resting on my back as he began to massage his fingers in soothing circlesâŠand then I was further surprised by the sound of a beautiful voice, singing a sweet lullaby.Â
I looked up at Kanetsugu, my eyes wide with surprise. He stopped his singing. âI thought this might be a preferable way of getting you to sleep.â He told me. âNow settle in for the night.â He was then brushing a hand over my eyes to close them and resuming his singing.
I had to admitâŠhis touch was rather comforting and his singing voice soothing. âWhere did you learnâŠto sing lullabies like that?â I asked around a yawn.
âI used to care for my younger brother.â He answered. âNow stop fighting sleep like a child and go to sleep already.â
âAlrightâŠâ I agreed. âAndâŠthank you.â
Kanetsugu resumed his singing once again, his hand still rubbing my back. I cracked my eyelids ever so slightly and afforded myself one last look at KanetsuguâŠthe look on his face as he looked down at me was so gentleâŠand as I drifted off to sleep..and I was reminded of the way the old man looked at his wifeâŠand that was the last thought I had before the exhaustion caught up to me and sleep claimed me. His kind smile filled my dreams that night.
Hope you are having a great day! Okay this request might be different than usual. What will be the warlords reaction if they have a adult son/children that like to prank them when they are older? Who is gonna laugh at it and who is gonna be unimpressed like "I give you 5 seconds to run" reaction?
Hi cherry! I hope you are having a nice day too! Thank you for the request.
The warlordsâ children pranking them.
Oda forces.
Nobunaga Oda.
At first Nobunaga will react like the second option, glare at the children for the prank. Though itâs not because he is angry, more like he doesnât get it.
He will do pranks back secretly and laugh at them, getting pay back at them.
Hideyoshi Toyotomi.
Hideyoshi will pull on their ears, scolding them for pulling pranks when he is so busy. But he will begin to feel bad since the children were only having fun and will play with them.
Mitsuhide Akechi.
He will just smirk at the children, more harmless pranks will make him chuckle and commend the children for the creativity. But sometimes he will just smile eerily and prank them back when they least expect it.
Ieyasu Tokugawa.
Ieyasu is the kind of parent that would get very annoyed and glare, scold the children for interrupting his work. But he will feel bad if the children cry and will comfort them.
Mitsunari Ishida.
Prank? Mitsunari wonât even realize he is being pranked, he will just want to play along with his children without noticing it.
Masamune Date.
Masamune will have a good laugh, encouraging his children to make more fun and creative pranks. He might even join them to pull pranks on others.
Keiji.
Keiji is a bit tricky, sometimes he will find the prank fun and not get mad at all, but there will be times where he will be annoyed and will tell them to quit it. He wouldnât be angry though.
Ranmaru Mori.
Ranmaru would find the children adorable for trying to prank him, so he would pretend to fall for them. Naturally he would already know because of his ninja skills.
Uesugi-Takeda alliance.
Kenshin Uesugi.
Just like he is towards MC, kenshin is very protective and loving towards his children, so he hardly would get mad at them. But he would find it inconvenient sometimes. Kenshin would surprisingly not be too harsh with them.
Shingen Takeda.
He will know that his children are planning something, so shingen will prepare himself to act like he didnât know anything. When he gets pranked, shingen will act a bit dramatically, which will make his children laughing, exactly like he was expecting.
Yukimura Sanada.
Yukimura is a fun parent to prank, he will have the funniest reactions to the pranks his children pull and will nag at them as they flee. Even when he gets to scold them he looks funny.
Yoshimoto Imagawa.
Yoshimoto isnât very fond of certain pranks, and he will try nagging his children for it, though he will lack a bit of energy. It will be more annoyance rather than anger.
Sasuke.
Sasuke will know immediately if his children are planning to prank him and will begin to plan in his head many strategies on how to avoid it with his ninja skills, but in the end he will fail and will be caught in the prank.
Kanetsugu.
One look from him and the children will already begin apologizing while bowing, he will not be pleased with pranks. Though he will feel bad for being too harsh and will pat them to calm them down.
Lone forces.
Kennyo.
Kennyo will be confused, he is the kind of parent who will scold his children if they try pranking him with life lessons, but he wonât have the heart to be harsh on them.
Motonari Mouri.
Just for pulling a prank on him they are getting light hits on the head, Motonari will scold his children for the pranks.
Kichou
Kichou is also the kind of parent that, with just one look, manages to make his children regret pranking him. He wouldnât go hard on the scolding, but he certainly wouldnât be amused.