#kisame fanfic

[cosmic-glow]

A Beach Day with Akatsuki

Summary: how would each of the Akatsuki members be in the cliche anime beach episode.

Warnings: mentions of deaths and alcoholic beverages. SFW.

Characters: Pein; Konan; Tobi; Zetsu; Itachi; Kisame; Deidara; Sasori; Hidan and Kakuzu (from Naruto).

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Kisame

Kisame liked the idea from the beginning.

As soon as he gets to the beach he goes straight to the water.

Likes to surf.

And it's really good at it.

He doesn't wear sunscreen.

He spends practically all day in the water.

He just goes out to pull someone out to sea with him.

Or to buy some ice cream.

He randomly comes out of the water sometimes and brings a very nice shell or rock and gives it to someone.

He tries to pull Itachi out to sea with him just to provoke him.

Kisame would come out of the water in the afternoon to watch the sun go down.

While drinking something refreshing, like coconut water or a drink.

That man was so comfortable.

It upsets him to have to leave the beach.

The next day he is locked in his room, sunburnt.

He doesn't want to go out for  doesn't have to overhear Itachi saying "I told you" for refusing to apply sunscreen.

Still, he really liked his day at the beach and would do it all over again.

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Kakuzu

He didn't want to come.

Like, beach is just a warm place with salt water and sand, what's fun about that? That's what he thinks.

He is really in a bad mood.

He can't even cool off in the sea because he can't swim due to his stitched up body.

He tries to relax sitting in the shade of the parasol while reading a book.

But any noise bothers him.

And a beach with Deidara, Hidan and Tobi is sure to be noisy.

He eventually decides to walk to the edge of the sea away from the group while checking his bingo book.

Was that or kill those three.

In the end, when he is well away from the group he manages to enjoy the beach a little.

He sits near some palm trees.

The waves gently lap at him feet in a relaxing manner.

And finally the silence that he loves so much.

He would only reappear in the group in the evening, when started to cool down.

He is not sad that he has to leave.

And he would never admit that he enjoyed the quiet moments he spent alone.

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Tobi/Obito

Ever since he learned that him be going to the beach he has been extremely anxious.

He is wearing those bathing suits that cover the whole body, like surfers do.

But he doesn't surf.

Yes, he is wearing the mask even on the beach.

Doesn't stop at any moment.

He would go into the sea to jump the waves and end up falling as soon as they took their eyes off him.

Then he would get up as if nothing had happened.

He has been bothering Deidara since they arrived.

"Wow Deidara-senpai, I didn't know your abdomen was so defined" - would be just one of the comments he make to tease the blond.

Tobi is a good boy, so he put sunscreen on the parts that his suit doesn't cover.

Takes too much ice cream and ends up freezing his brain.

He would not want to leave the beach.

Would only do it when it was getting dark.

Definitely a happy child enjoying his day at the beach.

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Hidan

For Akatsuki to be able to go to a beach it would have to be isolated.

And well, I'm saying this because Hidan was responsible for offering Jashin anyone who showed up bothering.

He's a narcissist and made a point of getting a swimsuit that didn't cover too much and value his ass.

At first, he avoids getting into the water because he doesn't want to get his hair wet.

But when he enters the sea it's scary to see how he spends hours underwater since he can't die by drowning.

Enjoys bothering Kakuzu... as usual.

He purposely wets Deidara's hair.

Hidan wasn't worried about sunscreen.

After all, he's immortal, what difference does it make?

What no one knows is that he ended up going through the fear of losing the pale shade he likes so much.

He has who brought the alcohol.

He keeps drinking and bothering others with silly pranks.

Leave the beach at the end of the sunset already drunk.

He found the day at the beach fun.

After all he didn't have to work and spent all day drinking and making fun of the members, why would he complain?

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Zetsu

He likes sunbathe.

Obviously him don't wear sunscreen, because he don't need it.

Would avoid going into the sea because of the salt water.

White Zetsu wants to make a sand castle.

But doesn't work out too well because black Zetsu refuses.

He likes to drink a lot of water.

Zetsu purposely walks away from the group.

He likes to be alone and it is no surprise to anyone.

He finds the sound of the sea very relaxing.

White Zetsu wants to take the little shells he finds home.

Black Zetsu wants to eat the crabs he finds.

At some point he would end up sleeping.

Would only wake up when the sun started to set.

And then finally would return to the group to leave.

White Zetsu really enjoyed the day at the beach and think was relaxing.

Black Zetsu didn't think it was bad, but he wouldn't admit it and would say it was a waste of time.

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Deidara

“Finally a rest day” - that's what he thought, until he saw how Tobi can be even more irritating on the beach.

The beach is a very inspiring place for an artist.

So Deidara is trying not to waste all his explosive clay on Tobi.

He wants to tan, not burn, so he put on sunscreen.

Deidara knows and likes to surf.

And he's annoyed that Kisame is better than him at this.

He was avoiding going into the sea until Hidan wet his hair.

His bathing suit is the prettiest.

This boy has style.

He would retreat at some point to make sand castles without being seen.

Prefer to eat slushies.

Would want to compete with Itachi on something.

And would say he cheated when he lost and walk away from the group.

Collect shells <3

He tries to sunbathe, but Deidara is the kind of person who can't sit still.

So it's useless.

The sunset is art for him, after all it is temporary.

Appears out of nowhere in the group when they are leaving.

At the end of the day he's sulking.

Because the day at the beach was not what he expected.

… But he liked it.

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Itachi

To be honest, he doesn't really like the beach.

Like, he can't deny the place is beautiful, but what is he going to do here?

He ends up sitting in the shade of the parasol watching others have fun.

Most of the shells Kisame brings from the water are for him.

He obviously use  sunscreen.

And brought it, in case anyone forgot.

In fact, the bag with everything needed for a day at the beach is his.

He doesn't really like the idea of ​​going into the sea.

The most he'd do is get his feet wet because it's relaxing.

He's the one who bought Kisame's ice cream while he was getting out of the water.

He's not paying attention to Deidara's taunts.

And he made no effort to beat him.

He likes the sound of the sea.

Take the opportunity to rest for a while.

He ends up getting so relaxed and quiet you could swear he's sleeping sitting up.

Itachi finds the sunset a bit melancholy but beautiful.

Is eager to return to the group's hideout.

The next day he know that Kisame doesn't want to leave his room because he's sunburned.

He didn't think the day at the beach was all bad, but he would have preferred to go somewhere else.

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Pein

Honestly, he only accepted all this because of Konan.

Doesn't like warm places, so the beach is not his favorite place.

He came just to make sure that nothing bad would happened.

He refers to Hidan, Deidara and Tobi in the same place for more than 5 minutes.

And he doesn't want anyone to bother Konan either.

Konan who reminded him to wear sunscreen.

Pain likes to eat watermelon when he is at the beach, is refreshing.

He won't go into the sea, don't even try.

Doesn't like ice cream very much.

He doesn't really like sweets in general, they make him thirsty.

He notices when someone moves away.

Being honest, he is just waiting for the day to end.

He understands why they think sunsets are beautiful, him thought too when he saw how Konan admired the sky.

Pein makes sure that everyone is present as they come back.

Tobi tests his patience by refusing to return "so soon".

He understands that a rest is necessary... But for him it was just a wasted day.

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Konan

She was who gave the idea to go to the beach.

Konan likes to sunbathe, even though she's very pale.

Hoped that this day would be at least a little relaxing for Pain.

Konan would read a book in the shade while listening to the sound of the waves.

Likes to drink refreshing drinks, eat scratch cards, eat watermelon, etc.

She is enjoying the moment.

Would go into the sea to cool off a bit, but she would be quick.

Konan is very stylish, so her bikini makes her look radiant.

She really wants to play in the sand for a while.

But as we know she is shy, and ends up being embarrassed.

Didn't approve of the idea that Hidan could kill anyone who came along.

But her understand why Pein thinks it's necessary.

She loves the different shades that appear in the sky as the sun goes down.

Left the beach a little reluctantly.

She who manages to convince Tobi to leave.

Konan liked her day at the beach but wishes she had enjoyed it more.

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Sasori

He wonders why he had to come along.

Like, there's nothing for him to enjoy on the beach.

Not that he can't go into the sea, but he's a puppet, the job he'd take to get the water out of his body.

Not to mention that salt water can wear out his body.

Definitely out of the question.

The only problem is that all that sand and hot sun just reminds him more and more of his old village.

He doesn't have a problem with the heat at all, he actually likes it.

He would try to distract himself by looking for pretty rocks.

Kisame would notice and bring some for him.

He'd be so focused on this that he wouldn't realize he'd ended up walking away from the group.

He ended up getting wet when he picked up a rock too close to the sea and a wave came to meet him.

He returns to the group grumpy after that.

Sasori lies down waiting for the sun to dry him and ends up sleeping.

Hidan and Deidara bury him in the sand.

He hasn't seen the sunset and is just grumpy wanting to go back to hiding.

But he is taking the rocks he found with him.

He doesn't want to repeat the experience.

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[saintrocklee]

EVANESCENT; fleeting, fading or disappearing quickly

chapter 001: trust enter itachi. enter kisame.

masterlist | pairing: itachi x reader x kisame publish date: 07.03.22 | wc: 7.2k chapter summary: whoever decided to deliver two dying men to your house owed you big. it’s going to take days to get the blood out of your carpet. chapter warnings: mentions of blood. me making up shit about anatomy & healing & chakra. do not try any of this at home.

It had been a normal day.

That’s how it usually starts though, right? Unusual events never occurred when people were ready for them. Your situation was no different.

Fresh snowfall covered your small yard as you enter your home, shaking snow from your shoes before kicking them to the side and closing the door behind you. You’re unwinding your scarf when you freeze, adrenaline immediately pumping through you.

Your back sliding door was open.

Your house was small and fairly open, giving you a perfect view of almost everything from your front door. You can see bloody footprints, along with dark red drips and splatters, starting from outside - a stark contract against the white of the snow - and trailing to the right, disappearing into the rest of your living room. You reach for a kunai in your thigh holster and call out, voice hard and vicious.

“Who the hell are you?”

It’s quiet for a moment and you try to feel for something - a chakra signature, some sort of presence - and come up empty. There’s a chance that whoever broken in had left but your gut was telling you otherwise. You take a step forward, the old wood of your floorboard creaking loudly, and freeze again when a distinctly male voice calls out to you.

“I mean you no harm.”

Of course they hadn’t left. That would make everything too easy.

You want to laugh, a man breaking into your house, no doubt covered in blood, meant you know harm? You pluck a couple of senbon from your waist pouch that were covered in a paralytic poison, grateful that your extremely paranoid partner made sure you kept yourself stocked, no matter what you were doing.

Bless that skinny bespectacled bastard.

“I may have been born at night, but not last night. Answer my question, asshole.”

There’s a cough that could have been a chuckle and then you hear a wet rasp. Whoever was in your living room seemed to be having trouble breathing and your eyes trail back to the blood on your floors. You had assumed your unwanted house guest was covered in blood but now - now you think he might be injured.

That … changed things.

You can practically feel your partner rolling his eyes at your gentler nature but at your core you weren’t a killer; unless the situation called for it.

And this situation was still … currently developing.

“I promise, I’m not here to hurt you.”

You snort and take another step forward, mind reeling to come up with a plan. You were running out of wall to hide behind and so far all you had come up with was … well, nothing. You truly didn’t know if the motherfucker currently bleeding out in your living room was a threat or not - but you weren’t stupid. You didn’t want to kill anyone needlessly but you still needed to treat him like a threat, and be ready to move on him if needed.

“You don’t have to believe me when I say that.” There’s another cough and you grit your teeth, white knuckling the kunai in your hand. “But believe me when I say this - if you make a move against me, I will kill you.”

Ah. There it is.

And you were going to give him the benefit of the doubt.

You straighten at his pointed threat, jaw working in agitation.

“You seem to be at a disadvantage here, sir. I’m not the one bleeding out all over the place.”

You’re met with a charged silence and you feel your stomach twist with knots. You were decent in a fight, but you didn’t have any real shinobi training - and the only person you knew you could call for backup was currently on a month long mission. If he was a rogue nin you’d probably be fine, but if he was a major player with village training - well.

In a word, you’d be fucked.

The next word out of the stranger’s mouth makes your spine go rigid.

“Please.”

Um.

What?

Since when were shinobi polite?

His plea is soft, and something twists in your chest when you realize he’s pleading for you to not make him kill you. You blink, suddenly furious at this stranger’s arrogance, furious that you’re becoming a victim in your own home, and furious that there’s blood drying on your carpet.

Breathe.

In and out.

Think.

Two options, then.

Option one - charge at the injured stranger in your living room and hope he’s bluffing. All you needed to do was prick him with one of your senbon and he’d be paralyzed in seconds.

Option two - continue talking to him while you come up with option three; which would hopefully have less risk than option one.

You snarl and take another step forward, deciding to just say fuck it.

“I’‘m coming in. I won’t make a move towards you, but I’m not putting away my weapons.”

There’s a beat of silence, before you hear him speak again - this time his voice sounds watery; like there’s liquid in his mouth.

“Alright.”

You swallow and come around the corner, kunai ready to strike. You find your stranger sitting in your armchair, and blink owlishly at the sight of him. He was younger than you expected, more than likely your age, and he looked like he was one more hit away from dying where he sat. His grey shirt was torn to ribbons, blood coating every tear. There was more blood dripping from his right eye and out of the corner of his mouth. He had a large gash down the side of his face, and you can tell he had a larger wound on his side - no doubt where all the blood on your floor is coming from. You can see the fishnets underneath his shirt are in no better shape, and you whistle softly, keeping your kunai up.

“You don’t look so hot.”

Your comment has one of his eyebrows arching, and dark eyes stare back at you - bottomless and void of any emotion. You might see irritation there but it was hard to tell from your distance.

“Why are you here?” You ask, and you watch as he draws in a breath with difficulty. You can hear the rattling in his lungs and you work your jaw, not exactly enjoying watching this man actively die in front of you.

“I needed a place to recover.” He answers, voice growing hoarse, and you snort.

“I hate to break it to you - but I don’t think you’re recovering from all of that without some serious help.”

He offers you a self deprecating smirk before coughing, and you watch in muted horror as blood spurts from his mouth. Unconsciously, you take a step forward but reel yourself back when his eyes flash to you.

“Easy.” You start, as if you’re talking to a wounded animal. It was obvious to you that he wasn’t going anywhere and you weren’t keen on letting a man die in your home. He obviously wasn’t going anywhere and you could technically help him. You weren’t a real medic but your views aligned with them.

Why let someone suffer needlessly when you could help them?

Besides, dealing with dead bodies was something you did not do.

“You clearly need help. I’m in a position to offer it. You gonna let me, or do you want to just continue to bleed out everywhere?”

The man narrows his eyes at you, chest starting to heave with effort, and you steel yourself.

“Look, buddy, I know trust isn’t something people like us do. But trust me when I say this - you’re going to die without help. You’re here because there’s no healer in town and this was the easiest house to get to that’s far enough away from everyone, right?”

He blinks at you slowly, confirming your words, and you continue on while slowly lowering your kunai.

“Okay. Now, I don’t care who you are or why you’re torn to shreds. I don’t like death and really don’t want you bleeding out all over my floor. If I come over there to at least assess you, are you going to let me?”

There’s a charged pause between you two and you watch him carefully, eyeing the way he continues to bleed. The man looks at you, assessing you, eyeing your weapons pouch, before giving you a sharp nod.

You jerk your head towards your open back door, and start to move towards it, never taking your eye off of the man sitting in front of you. Your house is cold from the winter chill and you shudder, closing and locking it with one hard. You drop your kunai into your thigh holster and push your senbon back into your pouch, hands coming up and displaying your palms to him in surrender. He watches your movements carefully, but makes no move to stop you, and you inch forward slowly.

You stop when you’re directly in front of him and crouch down, eyes flicking over his many injuries - trying to pick a place just to start. You knew minimal healing technique, that was more your partner’s forte - you were a poison expert; plants and venom and antidotes were your area of expertise.

But still. Your help was better than nothing.

“I need to cut off your shirt.” You say gingerly, knowing that if you just reached for him without warning, especially with a kunai, he’d take it as an act of aggression. There’s a pause and he nods, giving you silent permission.

You slowly reach back for your kunai and carefully cut his shirt along with his fishnets, peeling the bloodied fabric from his skin. His chest stutters, no doubt from pain, and you murmur an apology as you finish stripping him as best as you could.

The site that meets you makes you stomach churn.

There were small lacerations that littered his chest and sides, not very deep and could easily be closed. It’s the larger wound on his side that worries you, along with the black spider webbing surrounding most of his wounds.

He’d been poisoned.

There’s three different kinds of poison that cause black marks like that and none of them are easy fixes. The first one you think of is pretty deadly upon impact and you turn your head up, meeting his gaze.

“When did you get these?”

He swallows, no doubt struggling to talk, and answers you with a rasp.

“Less than half a day ago.”

Okay. One poison down.

“Talk me through your symptoms.” You say, standing and turning to walk into your kitchen. Slowness was quickly forgotten, you needed to work fast if you wanted to save his life. Stop the bleeding, start creating the antidote.

Easy.

Right?

There’s a wet cough behind you and you flinch, not liking the way his chest was rattling with each breath.

“Shortness of breath. Drowsiness. Muscle spasms. Blocked chakra.”

You nod along, mouthing along with him as he speaks and start rifling through your cabinets. Bandages are found quickly and you rush back to him to start packing his larger wound. You don’t notice the way he tenses as you touch him, too busy mulling over everything you’d need to make him an antidote. There was also the matter of extracting the poison, at least some of it, but you’d break that news to him once you could stop him from bleeding.

Once you’ve stopped his side from bleeding you turn to face him, eyeing the way he seemed to struggling even more to breathe. You press your ear to his chest, needing to listen, politeness thrown out the window. His breathing sounds stunted and wet, and you feel anxiety grip you when you realize what you have to do. The poison was no doubt causing his airway to swell but the fluid filling his lungs would kill him first. At least, you’re pretty sure that’s what you hear.

Only one way to find out.

“I need to tap your chest.” You breathe, moving away from him to stand to get utensils from your kitchen. You think you hear him make a frustrated noise and you laugh humorlessly as you rifle through your drawers.

“Trust me, I don’t like it anymore than you do.”

There’s another wet rasp, further worsening your anxiety, before he speaks.

“You’ve done this before?”

Ha.

“Sure.” You reply diplomatically, finding a small tube along with a sharp enough scalpel. There’s a disbelieving grunting sound coming from your living room and you smile in a way you hope is comforting as you turn to face the man currently dying in your favorite arm chair.

Judging by the way he’s grimacing, it’s not working.

“Okay, let’s lay you down.”

He closes his eyes, no doubt mentally preparing for what’s coming next, and you help him gingerly onto the floor. His skin is molten lava against yours and you add fever on your list of things to worry about and address quickly.

Once he’s laying down on his back, you hover over him, quickly disinfecting your utensils with the alcohol solution you snagged from under your sink.

“This is going to hurt, but you can’t move. Usually I’d have someone hold you down but it seems we’re both short on friends here.”

There’s another raspy chuckle at your pathetic joke and you swallow thickly.

“Okay stranger. This is going to help you breathe better so I have time to extract some of the poison in you. Then we’ll work on your fever, then we’ll close your wounds. Okay?”

The man beneath you nods, and to your surprise, closes his eyes. The trust he was giving you in that moment, however fleeting, was breathtaking and you shake your head to clear your thoughts.

You grip your scalpel and place a hand on his chest, mainly to steady you, but to also feel for his heart and breath sounds.

“On three.” You murmur, tightening your grip on your scalpel.

“One -”

You slice into him without warning, quickly removing the scalpel to replace it with the tube. To your shock and pleasant surprise, murky liquid starts to leak out and his eyes fly open as he takes a large breath, wincing in pain - but breathing.

“Hell yes.” You whisper, meeting his eyes with a grin. He closes his eyes again and takes another deep breath. You wait until the liquid starts to thin before removing the tube and packing the small hole with bandages.

On to step two.

“I’m going to remove some of the poison now. I can’t take all of it, some of it’s already too broken down in your system, but I can stop it from spreading further. Everything else is going to need time to flush out.”

He nods again, and you stand, running to your bathroom to find medical fluid to help you. You rush into your kitchen for bowls and come back, nausea once again churning in your gut.

“Have you ever had poison extracted from you before?”

Your stranger nods and you swallow thickly, cracking your knuckles nervously.

“I’m going to do this in tiny increments - to help with the pain. Again, you can’t move and we’re short on friends so ...”

You trail off and bite your lip, knowing that the man laying in front of you was tougher than anyone you’d met based on his condition and the fact that he was still talking - but still. Extracting poison was painful, excruciatingly so, and the last time your partner had to perform this procedure on you it took two people to hold you down.

You start with the darkest laceration on his chest, making a small cut on either side of the wound. You pick up a small portion of the medical fluid, chakra gathering in your hands, and hover it over the tiny cut, chewing the inside of your cheek.

“Ready?”

The man inhales sharply, signalling you to start, and you push the fluid through, pulling it through his system and then from the other small cut - whispering apology after apology as you watch him struggle against the pain. You feel a lump form in your throat - you don’t even know this guy - but seeing someone suffer like this made your insides turn.

Your partner did always say you were soft.

You keep going, the black murky poison lifting from his body with every push of fluid, and find yourself babbling - hoping to at least keep his mind off of it.

You weren’t sure why you cared so much.

“I know this hurts, I’m sorry. Deep breaths, okay? Slow, nice and easy - I need to know your lungs are still clear. I’ve got you, you’re gonna be back on your feet in no time - killing and stealing and breaking into girl’s houses - or whatever it is you do.”

You’re so focused on the task at hand you don’t notice the amused lilt on your stranger’s lips before he’s grimacing and hissing in pain, a choked groan coming from him that reminds you of a dying animal.

Gods, you hated that sound.

“Just a little more, I promise. Finish this, get your fever down, close your wounds. Keep breathing for me, deep ones. I’ve got you.”

You’re on your last pull, the black spider webbing around his cuts having faded tremendously, and you release what’s left into the bowl next to you, letting out a relieved sigh. The man beneath you lolls his head to the side, panting in pain, and you place a hand on his chest.

“I’m done, hard part’s over. You did great, it’s going to be easy from here.”

He glances at you, and your eyes meet for a beat before you’re looking away - gathering up the bowls to place in the kitchen. You don’t notice how his gaze trails you now, not to track your movements like a threat, but to just watch you curiously.

You’d already mentally complied a list of plants you’d need to create an antidote - but his raging fever had to come first. You’re gathering ice from your freezer into rags, trying to come up with a way to talk the man into getting into your shower - half so you could get the blood off of him before you stitch him up, half so you could bring down his temperature.

Based on how things were going - you’d say you had about fifty fifty odds of getting him agree to get naked in front of you.

How the fuck did this turn into your day?

No, wait. His chest.

Shit, you need to repair the hole you made - and make sure there aren’t anymore tears in his lungs. And then the fever. Then the wounds, then the antidote.

You’re about to head back to him when his voice freezes you, raspy and hoarse, your heart jumping in your chest like it’s been electrocuted.

“Thank you.”

Um.

Either he’s delirious or this is the politest shinobi you’ve ever met.

You turn slowly, blinking as you watch him struggle to sit up before making a disgruntled noise.

Idiot.

“Hey - no. No moving, no anything.”

You hurry to him, unable to keep the bite out of your tone as you attempt to boss him, placing your ice filled rags on the floor next to him. The man huffs at you, clearly not liking being told what to do, but you’re already gearing up for a rant.

“You have any idea what I just did to you? No moving without assistance or my say so, or so help me I will strap you down. Which I think will severely effect our fragile friendship. And you can thank me once we’re done here - which we’re a long way from.”

You push him down gently and to your surprise he goes back to lying on his back, brow furrowed as he watched you. You roll your eyes and start placing your makeshift ice packs around his neck and chest - careful to avoid any open wounds.

“See? That’s not so hard. Now ... this next part you’re not going to like, but I feel like we’ve grown close these past few minutes, so you’ll excuse my forwardness.”

His brow, which was honestly quite elegant, arched in confusion. You scrunch your nose and nod toward your bathroom.

“I’m going to do my best to repair your lungs now. Easy part. The part you’re not going to like is what comes after. We need to break your fever and I need all of that blood off of you so I can see what I’m doing. There’s also a possibility of your skin being coated in more poison - long story short, you need to rinse off. Which means ...”

You trail off, glancing down at his pants, and sigh when his expression falls flat, obviously not on board with your plan.

Ugh.

Fucking shinobi.

You hold your hands up in surrender, meeting his eyes with the most serious look you can muster.

“Look - we don’t have options here. Okay? I won’t look - just need to get you in there and hang out to make sure you don’t pass out and hurt yourself. Not to brag, but I’ve seen my fair share. You don’t have anything I’ve never seen before.”

Your stranger blinks and looks up at your ceiling, and you’re reminded of your partner looking at the sky to gather patience anytime he’d be faced with a very annoying situation. Which more often than not happened to involve you.

At least your life was consistent.

“Alright, I’m going to take your silence as understanding. Keep taking slow, deep breaths for me.”

You spread your hands over his chest, swallowing at how hot and clammy his skin was, and close your eyes - forcing your chakra into his body to feel for damage. The process is slow and long - you’re not an expert with this kind of healing and it takes you way longer than it should; to feel for the hole in his chest you created along with any other damage. He keeps steadily breathing through all of it and unbeknownst to you, keeps his eyes on your face the entire time. Curious girl, taking care of a strange man who broke into her home. The way you spoke was contradicting to the way you handled him, always so gentle and apologetic.Your dry humor was meant to be comforting, distracting, and while he doesn’t find himself comfortable or distracted he’s ... not as on edge as he was before.

Honestly, he isn’t sure what to make of you.

Time ticks along slowly and after awhile you’re withdrawing your chakra, happy to report his lungs were ... in a word, fine. The poison hadn’t quite reached them, the damage was replaced to the best of your ability, and he was breathing a lot easier now - the wet rattling sound now gone.

Not the best work that’s ever been done, but it was your best and that’s what mattered.

You sigh and remove your hands from his chest to rest on your thighs and turn your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek. You could feel your muscles start to get heavy but push it to the side - there wasn’t time to be tired. Not yet.

“Okay stranger. Shower time.”

The man on your floor stares at you blankly and something about it makes you want to laugh. He then turns his head back to the ceiling and closes his eyes again, no doubt preparing himself for the mortifying ordeal of being stripped by someone he didn’t know. You give him a beat before you tap his arm gently.

“It’s now or never. I don’t think there’s a specific prayer for this kind of situation.”

You’re pleased by the stunted snort you’re awarded with and you move to crouch above his head, carefully pushing him up by his shoulders. Soon you’ve got him on his feet, mildly impressed that he can kind of function on his own, and throw one of his arms over your shoulder. Careful to avoid the blood soaked bandages on his side, you lead him to your bathroom. You rest him on the edge of your tub against the wall and turn your water on to room temperature. You’d ease the water colder as he got used to it - you didn’t want him going into shock in your bathtub.

You turn to face him and gather your courage.

Alright ... here goes nothing.

“Can you take off your pants or do you need help?”

Your stranger gives you a look that you’re sure could wilt flowers if he was at full strength and you can’t help but fight a smile.

“You’re honestly a little scary, you know that?”

Your dry comment gets no reaction and you snort.

“Got it, no help. Gotta say, you’re the first guy to not take me up on that offer.”

You turn your back and make a show of even covering your face, once again missing the amused quirk of his lips.

“Alright, strip. I’m gonna grab you a towel to cover yourself, and then I’ll slowly lower the water’s temperature.”

You stand and move to your sink, blindly opening your cabinet to reach for a clean towel. You can hear him moving behind you and turn to face him, eyes still closed and face covered by your hand, when you hear clothing fall onto your tile. You extend your arm out with your towel in your hand, letting him take it from you. You wait a moment, listening as he slowly eased himself into your bathtub, before speaking.

“All good?”

There’s an affirmative grunt and you peek through your fingers, nodding when you see him sitting under the spray of water, towel hiding his ... parts successfully. You move to once again sit on the edge of your tub and watch his chest carefully, noting how he still seemed to struggle a little when he inhaled. The dried blood on his chest, arms, and thighs was start to break apart and drip away, giving you a better view of all of his cuts and bruises.

He was seriously beat to hell.

“I’d ask what happened to you but ... I know you’d lie. Or just ignore me.”

There’s a huff from your stranger - you think it might be a laugh - and you continue to ramble, twisting your body to drop the temperature of the water a notch. He stiffens under the change before relaxing against your tile again and you keep your eye on his chest and the soaked bandages on his side.

“I’m also tempted to ask for your name, but again, I know you’ll just lie. Or ignore me. It’s hurtful, honestly - I think we’re becoming fast friends. I’d like to be able to call you something and I’m terrible with nicknames.”

Your sarcasm and cheeky grin earn you an amused look and you feel your shoulders start to sag with exhaustion. You’re tired, the adrenaline from the whole situation was wearing off and your chakra was extremely depleted. You can’t believe that only hours ago you’d come home to find this man bleeding out in your living room.

You did want to know his name at least, but you knew you weren’t going to get it. There’s a pause and you turn, wanting to drop the temperature down again, when his voice surprises you.

“Shisui.”

Your fingertips pause on your shower handle and you cock your head back to look at him, unable to fight your bemused smile.

“Liar.” You challenge and he snorts, shoulder lifting in a pathetic attempt at a shrug.

Well, at least it was something. Maybe it was a nickname, or a shortened version of his real name.

Or maybe he was just full of shit.

“Hana.” You lie smoothly, turning back to the task at hand. The water cools even further and you wince when you hear him hiss.

“Hana.” He repeats, his tone one of disbelief and you turn, tongue poking out between your teeth.

“Mhmm.”

The air around you two is light now, both of you clearly lying about your names, and both of you finding it funny. It went with the line of work - shinobi’s secrets had secrets and only the stupid ones that trusted easily ended up dead.

You take this time to give yourself a moment to really look at “Shisui” and can’t help but find him ... handsome. Honestly, he was pretty. He had delicate features that were no doubt hardened by his line of work. His long black hair was tied in a loose band, strands falling over his face. His eyes were dark, almost bottomless, and his face seemed like it was permanently set in a serious expression. He had to have been around your age, and you trail your eyes down - taking in the way he was breathing again. There are faded scars littering his body, the marks of a shinobi, and the necklace he wore was ... attractive. His chest moved with very little difficulty but you noted he still seemed uncomfortable - no doubt due to inflammation from the poison slowly working through his insides. You had time though, and you wanted to clean and sew up his wounds - not wanting to have to fight off an infection on top of the poison.

“I’m going to feel your skin now, to see if the water’s been helping.”

You wait for a moment for some kind of objection and smile softly when there is none. You lean forward to place the back of your hand against his forehead, humming at the coolness you felt there. The water was cooling his skin but there was still some heat behind it - which was to be expected. The water had done it’s job of clearing away most of the grime and blood - and you eye his injuries carefully. You notice that he closes his eyes at the contact and it’s ... strange, the trust he’s showing you. It’s strange the trust you’re showing him.

This whole thing was just ... strange.

You remove your hand slowly and clear your throat.

“Couple more minutes and then we’ll close those wounds, okay?”

“Shisui” nods and you crack your neck before stretching and popping your back. Your muscles were starting to stiffen and you were feeling a little light headed from how tired you were. More than likely heaven compared to how the man across from you felt, but you knew you didn’t have much left in you before you needed to sleep.

Close the wounds. Make the antidote. Sleep. No, eat. No ... make sure the stranger eats. Where would he sleep? He definitely needed sleep. And healing sessions. Multiple doses of the antidote you’d need to make. After closing his wounds.

Fuck, your head hurt.

After another minute of you trying to collect your thoughts, and failing, you shut the water off and stand to grab a dry towel. Your head swims, just barely, making you inhale sharply - but it was over in less than a second and you’re sure “Shisui” wouldn’t notice.

“Are you alright?”

Ah. Observant little shit. And so polite. Gods, who was this guy?

“I’m fine.” you reply, handing him a dry towel. He needed new clothes, and you let him know you’ll be right back - needing to look for something that might fit him. He says nothing, eyeing you with a stern look that you ignore, and soon you’re back outside of the bathroom.

“Hey, I’ve got some pants for you. I’m gonna put them on the floor and close the door. I’ll wait here if you need help.”

There’s no answer and honestly, you weren’t expecting one. You toss the pair of sweats you found that belonged to your partner onto the tile and click your door shut, leaning against it and closing your eyes.

Close his wounds.

Make the antidote.

Easy.

It takes a moment for him to dry off and change but he does successfully and you open the door to him leaning against the counter, breathing hard. You don’t give him a chance to argue or glare at you before you’re sliding his arm over your shoulder again to escort him back to your living room. You ease him onto your couch, an old but comfortable thing, and lay him on his back. You pointedly look away from the blood all over your favorite arm chair and floor, deciding that all of that was a problem for future you. Who was hopefully less tired.

“I’m going to check on your wound that I packed earlier before stitching up the smaller ones. How are you feeling?”

Your question is met with silence and you sigh loudly, carefully peeling back the wet bandage on his side. “Shisui” grits his teeth as the cotton catches against his open skin and you immediately place a hand on his chest to steady him.

"Sorry - I’m out of pain meds. I can get you some tomorrow.” You pause and chew anxiously on your lips at the size of the laceration.

Gods, it was nasty.

“If you tell me how you’re feeling, I’ll get you the really good stuff.”

You’re met with a huff, something you’re coming to associate with a laugh, and can’t help but smile in response.

“Hand to the gods. It’ll knock you right out after making you feel like you’re floating.”

You’re inspecting the wound now, happy to note that it didn’t seem like it was infected. You’re still met with silence and bite your tongue, deciding not to push it. Admitting weakness was difficult for anyone, and impossible for a shinobi. You go to stand, needing stitches and a needle - and are visibly shocked when you hear him speak.

“Tired.”

You jerk back to his side, eyes darting from his face to his chest. Tired. Okay. That’s a start.

“Tired how?” you ask and he shifts his shoulders uncomfortably.

“Lightheaded. Drowsy, almost. Everything’s ... heavy.”

Very likely side effects from the poison along with chakra depletion. You nod along, categorizing his symptoms in your head, and move away to grab what you need to close his wounds.

“Okay, all of that is to be expected. Did you hit your head at all - any sharp pain or confusion?”

There’s a noise from behind you that you assume is a negative and you roll your eyes, coming back with stitches and a needle.

“You are extremely monosyllabic. Is that just with me or all of your friends?”

Another noise, this one lighter - he’s laughing again. It pulls a small smile from you as you bend over him, sanitizing your needle. “Shisui” watches your soft smile as intelligent eyes roved over his chest, soft and warm hands brushing against him. The needle piercing his skin around the gaping wound on his side is nothing compared to the way he felt hours ago and he’s able to distract himself from it as he watches you. Curious girl, potentially very stupid girl - healing and exposing herself to a stranger. There were so many times you had exposed your neck, turned your back, left yourself open for attack - and it’s stunning, the trust you’ve both built. He’s ready, if need be, to fight you - to disarm you and kill you if you made a cross move, but there’s no maliciousness coming from you. No intent to harm, you only wanted to help - and isn’t he lucky he broke into your house. He’d be close to passing out, close to dying, and you saved him.

The pressure in his chest is a feeling he doesn’t feel often.

He’s grateful.

Grateful for the curious girl stitching up his side while she murmurs softly - no doubt rambling again to distract him from the pain. Curious, stupid, kind girl - more worried about his comfort than her own safety. He closes his eyes for a beat, the exhaustion in his bones catching up with him, and idly thinks of his partner. He had tried to wait for him, to find him - but his own wounds proved to be more than what he could handle and he had to move on to find shelter. It had been hours and there was no sign of his teammate, which begged the question ...

Where the hell did he go?

Kisame was fucking pissed.

Wrathful.

Livid.

The rage he felt was all consuming and boiled just under his skin, making his fingers twitch with the need to kill. To main, to do harm - fuck, he was close to getting out of control.

Samehada was gone.

The fire burning through him was almost enough to distract him from the sheer exhaustion and pain he felt from the brutal fight he just escaped from. He was drenched too - and the snow slowly falling from the sky was making him colder than normal.

He couldn’t sense anything around him and his chakra levels were low, lower than they’d been in a long time. He’d lost track of Itachi during the fight - it was an ambush from hell. Teams of higher ups, black ops - Kisame remembers seeing different headbands; which meant villages coming together to try and take them both out.

Honestly, their efforts were valiant and the teamwork was almost heartwarming.

But still futile.

And now ... now, Samehada was gone and Itachi was missing and Kisame was in a bad way. An extremely bad way. He wasn’t healing like normal - no doubt due to the weird black spider webbing he saw pulsing from the wound on his arm.

Poison was such a bitch.

Gods, Kisame was so pissed off. He was bleeding, actively bleeding out, and his vision was blurring. He couldn’t track down Samehada like this, he needed to find shelter. Or Itachi. Where the fuck had his partner disappeared to? Fuck, his levels were low. When was the last time he was in this bad of shape?

Kisame trudged on, footsteps heavy in the snow. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, he just needed somewhere to rest. Somewhere safe - he was pretty sure him and the Uchiha had taken care of everyone from the ambush but an operation like that required planning. Back ups. Surely there would be more shinobi and Kisame was in no condition to meet them.

He walks for awhile, mind groggy, when his eyes widen in shock.

That smell ...

Itachi.

His partner’s blood swirled in his nose, the scent catching his attention immediately. It was old, but close, and Kisame turns - following the scent until he can see the trail of blood with his own two eyes, Itachi’s footsteps right next to them. Kisame walks along, covering their tracks, and trying to keep his vision straight.

Keep going. Keep going.

He followed in Itachi’s footsteps, stomach churning at how easy it was to track his partner’s trail. To be this obvious, for him to not cover his footsteps...

Fuck, what kind of condition was Itachi in?

He stumbles along, struggling to remain upright while covering up their footsteps and the blood. It takes longer than it should and Kisame knows he needs to find a flat surface to black out on - like now. His vision was swimming and delirious thoughts were taking a hold of him when he finds a small house. He can feel Itachi’s faint chakra signature inside, gods his partner was practically running on empty - right next to another faint, warm signature. Kisame isn’t thinking straight enough to care about the obvious stranger danger and stutters to a stop right outside of the house, head throbbing and body going limp. He laughs out loud and thinks about knocking - isn’t that the polite thing to do? - before his eyes roll and he rocks forward, blacking out before he can even hit the ground.

When he wakes his head hurts so badly he decides opening his eyes is a terrible idea. There’s noise around him; movement, voices - Itachi. And someone else, someone raspier. A woman, maybe. He turns his head and tries to focus, but fuck - the drums in his eardrums are deafening. They’re pounding up a storm behind his skull and he thinks he might vomit.

“Holy shit, he’s awake. Gods, you two are resilient.”

Okay, yeah, that was definitely not his partner’s voice. Definitely a woman.

What the fuck was Itachi doing with a woman?

He feels something cool on his forehead and for a second it feels like heaven. In that second, he thinks he could marry whoever the woman pressing cold nirvana against his skin was - and he wants to open his eyes but the cold rag against his skin moves down to cover the upper half of his face. Fuck, it feels so good - so good that he forgets in that second that he’s a shinobi in a comprising position with an unnamed person.

“Hey there big guy. I need you to listen to me, okay? You’re about as bad off as your, uh, partner over here - and I don’t have enough stuff here for both of you. Um, Shisui tells me that you heal faster than most and that you’ll be okay if I leave but you’re gonna hurt in the meantime. I’ve got your wounds closed to the best of my abilities right now, but you cannot move. I’ll be back in an hour or two. Can you tap your thigh if you understand?”

What the fuck was going on?

Kisame thinks he might still be delirious but ...

Gods, your voice - raspy, sweet; there was a kindness to it that’s foreign to him and Kisame has to really wonder if this was real or not. You were floating on the edge of his awareness and he reaches out with what’s left of his senses, moving past your chakra signature to feel Itachi’s. His partner was there, alive, and didn’t seen agitated. Shisui, huh? What a shitty cover name. It’s almost funny.

There was no fight or flight response that he could feel - Itachi seemed ... calm. Drained. There was a silent acceptance that surrounded him, something Kisame knew wouldn’t be there if they were in any kind of danger.

So Kisame would accept this. For now.

He taps his fingers against his thighs, the burn from his wounds shooting up his arm. There’s more talking, more sound coming from that sweet rasp but the dark is calling to him again and he finds that he’s still too tired to resist it.

The last thing he registers is a hand on his forehead and how weird it feels - to be touched by someone who wasn’t trying to kill him.

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[historicfailure]

A heatwave in the middle of summer is best spent at the nearby lake. Though, you have no intentions of going for a swim. At least, not with the gorgeous lifeguard watching over the beach.

You certainly don't want to show yourself to him, when you look like a stranded whale in a bathing suit, meanwhile he looks like a male model. But still, Kisame seeks you out over and over again. If you would just know his true  intentions...

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Hey there! :D Finally, another fic! This one is perfect for the summer months, with heat blasting and me ready to sink myself into a basin of ice water xD And as the fic is centered around a lake, what more fitting character could there be than Kisame? As a lifeguard, no less xD The fic will feature an NSFW chapter, which will follow at the end, with the appropriate tags. Thus, the mature rating.

Thank you all for reading this fic! It's like always, a pleasure ;D Hopefully, you guys will like it!

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The moment you saw the lifeguard, you knew you were screwed. Absolutely done for. Wrecked to the point that your life flashed in front of your eyes, right until the point you spotted your cause of death. Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag that was cluttered with all kinds of necessary items for a nice swim, as well as around the small hand of your nephew, Kaya. 

How dare he be this hot? 

You just wanted to spend a nice day at the lake while giving your older sister some much needed me-time. Besides, Kaya was a very lovable, easy-going child of barely five years, who still looked at you with adoration. Another reason you brought him out to the lake was to further cement your 'Fun Aunt' status and bribe him with ice cream. For once, you even felt comfortable enough to wear a nice two-piece swimsuit; one you hadn’t worn until now because of all the unnecessary fat around your stomach and thighs. You didn't feel confident enough to put yourself out like that. Today had been a rare day that you woke up feeling good about yourself, thus resulting in the pretty revealing bikini right beneath your shorts and wide t-shirt. 

Oh, how much you wished you hadn’t been that brave and instead picked your normal black one-piece swimsuit. With this lifeguard nearby, how could you not wish to cover up?

Seriously, as your eyes raked over the muscular arms barely covered by the white tank top with the lifeguard-emblem printed upon his wide chest, to the red swimming shorts just a tad bit too tight to keep his thick thighs completely contained, and then to the face that only angels could have sculptured, it wasn’t a miracle that all the other women between 18 and 50 were already swarming him. 

“Aunt (Y/N)?” Kaya’s sweet voice filtered through the fog of insecurity and instant attraction. “Can we go swimming now? I’m sticky.” 

“F… Fudge.” You completely forgot why you were even there in the first place. Quickly, you loosened the grip of your hand around his smaller one with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. Alright then, let’s go find a nice spot.”

As you managed to rip your eyes away from the lifeguard, you nearly groaned out loud in despair at the sight of a completely overrun beach. Seriously, how were you supposed to find just a single nice spot? Preferably, out of the sight of that gorgeous specimen. 

As you made your way over the beach, you tried to find a single spot where you could comfortably lay down your two towels without having to worry about an incoming sunburn. Just as you rounded a big family of four people, Kaya spoke up.

“Mom says, you shouldn’t say “fudge”. Ever.”

“Why not?”

“Mom said that you mean to say something else when you say 'fudge.'” His little nose crinkled, resembling your sister so much so that you automatically wanted to take a step back. Really, the resemblance was scary. “Something mean and ugly. That you shouldn’t say that word.”

“Okay, I really shouldn’t say it.” Out loud, your brain added. And not when you’re close enough to hear it. “I promise I will try to reign myself in, alright?”

“Why did you say it, then?”

“I was… just surprised, sweetie. Which is still not a reason to say “fudge”. In the distance, you spotted an old couple getting up from their spot, folding their towels neatly and ever so slowly packing up their belongings. In an instant, your steps changed directions, before anyone else could spot that opening. “Say, your mom told me you already have been here a few times with her this summer. Was there always a lifeguard here?”

Kaya thought for a moment. With his round face, the adorable brown locks curling around his ears and the blue eyes, he was the cutest kid at the beach. For you, at least. But that didn’t really count of course, as you were terribly biased towards your own flesh and blood.

Just in time, you reached the small spot. A pair of teenagers also tried to move to the freshly opened patch of sand, only to huff, puff and turn around when they saw you being faster. Quickly, you spread out your towels and marked the spot, so no one would get any funny ideas. It was absolutely perfect: nearby trees overshadowed the area, cocooning the nearby small shop where all the ice cream this five-year-old and his heavy aunt could want, and was reasonably close to the lake. 

As you prepared the spot to your liking, you thought you could feel the stares. Stares of disgust, stares of disdain, and stares of amusement at the fat woman trying to have a day at the water.

Just your imagination. Don’t be ridiculous. 

But when you dared to peek over your shoulder, the first thing you saw was the stupid couple of teenagers, which you beat on the run for this spot. They were laughing and whispering, the girl leaning closer to her boyfriend while her eyes sparkled with mirth and…

No, don’t be stupid. With your stomach dropping, you turned around and tried to concentrate. They are not making fun of me. For sure. They are not looking at my dumb thighs and my waist and my stomach and my arms. They are not making fun of me. It was just a coincidence, just a stupid, dumb coincidence…

“Yeah.”

“Huh?” You paused, right when the towel fell into place. “What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“Yeah,” Kaya repeated, “the last time mom, dad and I were here, there was a lifeguard.”

Probably because of the swimming platform out on the lake. The shabby-looking wooden construct was especially appealing to teenagers and young children, who were all eager to jump into the cold water. That and together with the growing appeal of the previously unused plot of land turning into a beach, the number of visitors skyrocketed in just a matter of weeks. 

“Okay, thanks for telling me.”

“Aunt (Y/N)?”

You straightened out the towels until they properly covered the spot to your satisfaction. “Yes?”

“Can I join the swimming group?”

“What?”

“Last time,” he jumped into your field of vision, sweat already staining his light clothes, “Mom allowed me to join the swimming group the lifeguard had.”

“A swimming group," you echoed. Again, your eyes wandered to the lifeguard. Fuck, he was tall enough that you could still spot him easily. Standing beside the telltale fire-red seat with arms crossed over his chest and legs crossed at the ankles, you couldn’t miss him. The flock of women and a few men also weren't very hard to miss. 

Your stomach dropped again, this time for entirely different reasons. Fuck, fuck, triple fuck. How would you be able to safely hand Kaya over if you couldn’t even look at the lifeguard without having your stomach and tongue tied into a knot? 

Don't even talk about the very comfortable warm tingle between your legs.

“Please,” Kaya begged, “please, Auntie (Y/N)! I won’t even ask for ice cream!” 

Obviously, he had taken the long silence as denial. Poor kiddo.

“Sorry,” again, you apologized. You reached over and ruffled through his hair, “I was just gone in my thoughts. No need to abstain from the ice cream, we can do both.”

Kaya cheered. “Yes! Can I go? Can I go now?”

“Wait a second. Let us change clothes real quick, alright?”

You didn’t have to repeat yourself. Kaya was already trying to pull his bright yellow comic hero printed t-shirt over his head. Next were his trousers, which you easily caught before he could throw them into the sand. Thankfully, you already had the brain to get changed before coming to the lake. Beneath the trousers were the dark-blue swimming shorts with sharks printed upon the rim. 

“Alright. Just let me put some sunscreen on you, okay?” The entire ordeal was usually accompanied by complaints and excuses, but Kaya stayed strangely patient. A testament to how much he wanted to join that swimming group. 

“Now, you." He demanded when you were done wiping the excess sunscreen on your own arms. “Come swim with me!”

Oh no. Absolutely not. 

One look over the rim of your sunglasses towards the lifeguard was enough. Your entire being seemed to cringe and falter at the mere thought of undressing and showing the world your body. Really, you preferred to sweat like a pig over that fate. 

Pig. How fitting.

“I want to lay in the sun for a while first, though,” you promised Kaya, “but later, I will also go for a swim. Is that okay?”

It obviously wasn’t for your nephew, but he relented with a small nod. Hopefully, you could somehow get around undressing by bribing Kaya with some ice cream. 

That’s how I got into this situation. 

Too much ice cream. Too much chocolate. Too little activity to counter the inactivity of my job.

Congratulations. I’m leading my nephew down the same path. 

A sigh bubbled up in your throat, but you suppressed it. Starting today off with some major self-doubts. Always a winner. But there was no time to wallow in them. Kaya demanded your attention, bolting off without putting on the swimming shoes your sister put into his backpack. You scrambled to your feet, the cute little shoes in your hands. “Wait! Fu—! Kaya, wait!” 

You knew your sister was a bit overprotective of Kaya. Personally, you also didn’t like to wear swim shoes, but you also knew that not everyone was responsible and threw away their trash in the correct bin. Or into a bin at all. Thus, you chased after your nephew, despite the summer heat and humidity already tainting your clothes with sweat. Your mind was reeling with all the terrible possibilities: Kaya slipping and falling, Kaya tumbling head over heels into the water, Kaya running into a fat man who would fall right on top of the small boy and flatten him like a pancake… How were you supposed to look your sister in the eyes if something like that happened? 

You were so worried you didn’t even notice which direction Kaya ran in. When you did, it was way too late. You were already in the lion’s den, way too deep and deprived of an escape route. 

Of course, you noticed the group of people Kaya was running towards. Of course, you realized that the flock was all stacked around the lifeguard, but at that moment, you didn’t care. You just worried about your nephew and the possible consequences if you weren’t able to protect him from any consequences… of his own actions. Thus, you only ran after Kaya, who was simply way too happy in being chased, screeching and laughing in all his childish wonder. You paused when he vanished between the legs of the small flock, and without a second thought, you followed. 

“Excuse me, sorry. Sorry, my nephew…” Apologetically, you smiled at all the people looking at you. Most of them weren’t too happy, even though some of them saw the small human running rampant and figured things out pretty fast. In the end, it didn’t help much, as Kaya was way too determined to reach the middle of the group. 

Later on, you would realize that most of the people waiting were parents. They talked among each other or just waited under the blistering summer sun, while waiting until the swimming group would start. But at that moment, you only believed in them to laugh and mock you. Mock you for being fat, mock you for being out of breath and out of shape, mock you for sweating and struggling so much while running after your nephew. 

All of a sudden, there was some free space right in front of you. Without thinking, you stepped forward, only to come face to face with a wide chest. Even though your brain was already screaming and cursing at you for being so careless, you could only swallow while your eyes wandered upwards starting from the chest—upwards to the thick neck where hints of some tattoos showed. Then, up to the jaw, to the mouth, and right up to the eyes, which were fixated on you. 

Your heart was pounding. With the heat burning down on your head, despite the straw hat and the sweat pouring down your body, you absolutely didn’t want to be face-to-face with the lifeguard. But there you were, out of breath and intensely perspiring, with your nephew's small swimming shoes in hand and not even able to properly close your mouth.

You were face to face with the absolutely, drop-dead gorgeous lifeguard. A lifeguard who looked like he could model for all the men’s underwear pictures. A lifeguard who should be forbidden to be looked at just because he was way too good-looking. 

Fuck. Up close, it’s even worse.

I swear, he has the body of a Greek god.

Or something similarly impressive and… menacing. 

Please, don’t stutter, please, don’t stutter, please, for the love of god, don’t fucking stutter and turn yourself into an absolute idiot!

“Hey there.”

Fuck. His voice is like melted caramel.

What to do? Oh god, I’m so done for.

Say something, you dumb fuck!

Just barely, you managed to look into his face—which was hard. The lifeguard towered above you and towered above everyone around, at least two or three heads. Up close, he was even more impressive and that fact made speaking coherently to him even harder. High cheekbones, a sharp jawline, small yet expressive eyes. Right now, they were twinkling in full amusement. At what? You had no idea. But the little, cocky grin tugging the corners of his mouth turned your knees into Jell-o. 

“Hey," you squeaked out. 

His grin grew a bit brighter. “First time here?”

“No.”

“I haven’t seen you here before.”

“Well, it isn’t… It is my first time since the city cleaned up the lake. I haven’t been here,” you sighed out while trying to hide some sweat stains, “in a long time.”

The lifeguard shifted on his feet. Underneath the tank top, which left no contour of his body up to imagination, his muscles shifted. Instinctively, your eyes dropped to his stomach, only to bounce right back up to his face. Nevertheless, you could feel another heat rising inside your chest, right up into your face. 

You had the faint and terrible premonition he noticed too. 

“Then, welcome to the lake. My name is Kisame, lifeguard on duty. But I’m also a glorified nurse, child care center, and in my free time, I save kittens from trees.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Kisame waited for a moment. Your head was terribly empty, though. You could just stand and stare, hoping he wouldn’t ask another thing. No such luck, of course.

“And your name?” In his voice swung even more amusement, and now, you knew it was because of you. 

“Right. Uhm… Kaya!” Before you could think, small hands tugged at your pants. Looking down, the name of your nephew slipped out. Automatically, you leaned down and ruffled through his brown and sweat-matted hair, before a warm chuckle made you freeze in your place.

Kaya. Oh no.

“Kaya? Didn’t know we have two of those today on the beach. Because I remember that this little fellow,” to your surprise, Kisame kneeled down without a hint of hesitation, “is called Kaya. Hey there, champ.”

“Hey!” Still clawing at your leg, Kaya gave the lifeguard a big, toothy grin. “I’m back!”

“I can see that.” Still befuddled, you watched how Kisame offered Kaya a fist bump. Your nephew seemed so proud and happy over the gesture, tapping his little fist onto the man’s. “The funny Kaya. And who did you bring with you today, hm?”

“That’s Auntie (Y/N)!”

For just a second, you wished Kaya would be a little less trusting and open to strangers. Really, you had to remind your sister to go over the stranger-danger you two had been subjected to in your early years. In comparison, Kaya was almost too comfortable spilling information about himself and the surrounding ones. 

Kisame looked up at you, eyes still twinkling in mirth and barely concealed mischief. “(Y/N), huh?”

You could feel your cheeks grow even warmer than the summer heat. “Yeah. I was… Uhm…”

“Aye, I understand. No worries.” He winked. Winked! Then, with a low groan and weakly cracking joints, he straightened once more to his full impressive height. 

Kisame was obviously in a chatty mood. You expected him to turn away and turn his attention to the next woman who craved for his attention. However, he propped his hands into the crook of his waist, exactly where the “V” of his torso met the waistband of his low riding swimming shorts.

“I remember,” he started, voice drawling the letters out, “someone else dropping Kaya off the last few times.”

“Aah… yes.” Your eyes again betrayed you. Just barely, you were able to look into the general direction of his face, when all you wanted to do was stare at his barely concealed abs. 

“So… your partner?”

A laugh ripped itself from your mouth. “Oh, no. No, that was… I’m really the aunt of Kaya. The last few times, he visited with his mother, who is my…”

“Sister. Yeah, now I see it.”

What was that supposed to mean? Just barely, you shook off the surprise. “Yes. I’m doing her a favor today for entertaining him. The heat is not good for her, plus Kaya said he wanted to go for a swim, so…” You shrugged. “That’s why I’m here.”

“That’s really nice of you.”

“I like to spend time with Kaya. He is maybe the coolest five-year old I know,” you joked. 

Gods, you really couldn’t shut up, could you? Either clipped, short answers or rambling on and on, all the while doing exactly what you didn’t want Kaya to do: offer up personal information without a second thought. You really had to stop. Stop talking and stop acting like a complete and utter fool. 

Behind your sunglasses, you sneaked a small glance at his face. Yes, of course. The kind of annoyingly attractive grin was still plastered on there, tugging at the corners of his mouth and creating intriguing wrinkles around the corners of his eyes. 

“The coolest five-year old, huh?”

“Well,” again, you shrugged, “to my defense, I don’t know that many children.”

Kisame’s soft chuckle made you tremble faintly in your flip-flops. “Then let me assure you: Kaya is definitely one of the coolest kids around.”

That answer, together with the cheeky grin, did it for you. The nervous giggle lived way too long in your chest, but it broke free at his words. The giggles washed over you like the ocean itself. Fuck. Quickly, you slapped a hand over your mouth, desperate to keep your laughter down and hidden. But there was no use. A snort broke free, then a giggle quickly followed. The statement in itself had come out of nowhere for your anxiety-ridden mind. Thankfully, you got yourself back under control before you would sound even more like a pig that was happily rolling away in an especially lovely mud puddle. 

With a small cough hidden behind your hand, you stopped giggling, though your mouth was still pulled into a little grin. 

“It is a big reassurance,” you nodded at the lifeguard, “that I don’t have to worry about him not being funny.”

Kisame had been watching you, still with that smile on his face. A smile which promised so many things, none of which you were able to provide for him, you reminded yourself.

“Yeah, he always provides some comic relief,” the big man looked all too fondly down onto the small boy, “and is a fast learner, too. Like he was born to swim.”

“So, all the times we spent swimming,” you combed shortly through Kaya’s sweaty hair, “were not for nothing. Good to know.”

“Oh, you taught him how to swim?”

“It was more like… a shared effort. My sister and I spent many weekends preparing him for a swim.” 

“Seems like your efforts paid off, then.” Another kind smile,  then the lifeguard sighed. “But as not everyone is so fortunate to have such good  guardians, I have to take care of these rascals,” he nodded over his shoulder at the surrounding children and their parents, “and get them into the water.”

“No problem. Sorry for holding you back for so long.”

Just as you contemplated over his smile, your thoughts running havoc in the private, personal space of your mind, to even just slightly dare presume that he was using his charm on you, you were met with another curve of his lips that jolted you back to your senses and grounded you back to reality. It felt almost feral, dangerous even—although it had simply been a grin; a grin that felt all too knowing yet filled with interest.

Almost—just almost—like a predator watching its prey, curiosity and interest in his gaze.

“No worries. It was my pleasure.”

Another shudder ran down your back at the charm of his low voice, and you were relieved when the lifeguard turned to the group, with his voice easily booming over all their conversations. “Time to grab your little midgets and prepare them for the water. As always, I need one or two friendly guardians to chaperone. Not you, Asuma. We all know,” Kisame shook his head in fake disappointment, “that little Mirai is way too much for you to handle.”

You certainly didn’t plan to go into the water. Going for a swim and helping out would mean having to undress and lose all of your clothes. But then, as the people around were already heading towards the water, Kisame turned once more, his naked feet sinking into the sandy shore of the man-made beach. 

“You coming?”

He had to be talking to someone else. But when you turned your head, there was no one else he could be speaking to. 

“Ah, no, I’m good.” You knew your smile was forced, but there was no helping it. Just the picture of you pulling off your clothes in comparison to the incredibly fit guy right beside you, with your flabby arms and the thighs stuck together, made you cringe and crumble in. No way would you undress. Absolutely no way. Instead of jumping into the cool water and fleeing the heat, you waved at him awkwardly with the swimming shoes in your hand. “I will just wait over there and watch you guys. Have fun!”

Just for a moment, Kisame looked like he wanted to say something. And yet, after a few long seconds, he nodded while a little grin flashed over his face. “Okay. Just means the coolest five-year old, and I will spend some time together. What do you say, champ?”

“Yes! Auntie (Y/N), I will be going for a swim!”

“Wait!” Kaya was about to run after Kisame, but just in time, you managed to stop him. “Put on your swimming shoes. Otherwise, your mom will be very disappointed in me.”

“But they are annoying.”

“I know,” for the lack of a better spot, you gestured towards a small stone nearby, the perfect height for Kaya to sit on, “but I won’t risk it. Get up there, okay?”

Under lots of grumbling and complaining, your nephew endured as you pulled on the durable yet tight shoes with a comically stoic expression for a kid, only to instantly run off again when you were done. Right into the direction of the lifeguard. 

Kisame, you reminded yourself. Call him by his name, will you.

You watched how Kisame offered one of his big hands to Kaya. The small child took it without a hint of hesitation, obviously happy someone was going for a swim with him. A deep and heavy sigh left your chest as you continued to watch how Kaya jumped into the water and Kisame holding onto him easily while laughing. 

Another longing look at the water, and you turned to walk back to your towel. That didn’t stop you from throwing looks over your shoulder every few steps, just to make sure. Making sure you still saw Kaya’s head from time to time as he played in the flat parts of the waterbed, you waded into the water so at least your toes could cool off too.

Next time, you swore to yourself, I won’t be such a massive pussy. 

It shouldn’t matter how hot the lifeguard is. I should just not care about that, at all.

It’s hard though.

You hated dieting, but considering that the summer started early this year and the next weeks were supposed to be hot as well, there would be more times when you would go with Kaya to the beach. 

Next time, you would go into the water. And maybe, the lifeguard wouldn’t be on duty. That would make things so much easier, for yourself and your peace of mind. Starting tomorrow, you would watch for calories, again. But today, you would enjoy the ice cream you promised to Kaya even more so, knowing it would be the last one for a while.

#kisame #kisame x reader #kisame hoshigake x reader #hoshigake kisame x reader #kisame hoshigaki #hoshigake kisame #kisame x reader insert #kisame x self insert #kisame hoshigake x reader insert #hoshigake kisame x reader insert #hoshigake kisame x self insert #reader #reader insert #self insert #naruto #Naruto Shippuden #naruto fandom #naruto fanfiction #naruto fanfic #kisame fanfic #also on ao3 #historicfailure #freakypseudwriter #fluff #big!reader #kisame scenario #kisame hoshigake scenario #hoshigake kisame scenario #kisame hoshigake headcanon

[dolliestfairy]

TW: Smut, Fluff, Breeding, Praising, Size Kink (?) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics with No Skintone of Reader Mentioned.

-Dividers from @v6que

can you imagine having a husband or boyfriend who is a farmer boy? like he's all buff, beefy, and strong and stuff.. and every time he gets home and opens the door, one thing he always does is that he will always look for you first, then he will carry you up to his room, and fucked you for the rest of the day. he's a boy who always fucked you like you're some kind of whore of his, but he somehow -- praise you like a princess. he use his dick to get you to your place, but on the other hand he also use his words to make your heart flutter by saying how good you're doing for him, how you're his woman, and how are you, sooner or later, that you will for sure, will gave births to his 'mini me'. and by the end of the day, you're gonna be nothing but his Pretty Woman.

🍡

one of the things about a farmer boy that i really like to thoughts about is the fact that since he's (so) beef and buffy, he really like to just carry you, scooping you, and bump you into his shoulder while his hand leaning on your back, ignoring your whining and protest about how you're a heavy woman and that you've also beg him to let you down while he was just saying "oh come on baby,, its not that bad. i promise i'll gave you a sweet treats."

𐙚 The Men That I'm Talking About Are : NANAMI KENTO, BOKUTO KOUTARO, HOSHIGAKI KISAME, RENGOKU, Shiva, Sugawara, Toji, TENGEN, Iwaizumi, Geto Suguru, KUROO TETSURO, Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, THOMAS HEWITT, Eren Yeager, Bakugo, Wakatoshi Ushijima, KAKUCHO, KIRISHIMA, Gyomei, Sanemi, DOUMA, Akaza, Miguel O'Hara, Sanzu, KONIG, Price, Dabi, Yuuji, Choso, SAWAMURA DAICHI, terushima, SENJU HASHIRAMA, ARATAKI ITTO, AONE TAKANOBU, Semi eita, Kou mukami, YUMA MUKAMI, Akiteru Tsukishima, JIRAIYA, lev haiba.

DID I FORGET ANYONE? INSERT YOUR FAV!

#chubby reader #plus size reader #fanfic #anime x chubby reader #haikyuu smut #naruto smut #hashirama x reader #kisame x reader #slasher x reader #slasher smut #kny smut #genshin smut #ror smut #jiraiya x reader #diabolik lovers x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #call of duty x reader #konig x reader #mw2 x reader #tw.breeding #tw.size kink #tokyo rev smut #miguel x reader #itto smut #itto x reader #konig smut #aot x reader #aot smut #eren x reader #toji x reader

[sinnbaddie]

Naruto has a multitude of characters where their writing is heavily based in queerness and queer experiences. From the devotion two characters have for one another to a point where they would trust each other with their lives, to feeling like the other one is the only person who truly to their core understands them and accepts them for who they are despite their flaws and issues they’ve done in the past.

Naruto as a series is so queer in its writing that the writer - whether intentional or not - made the main two characters always run after each other even if one of them fell into darkness, saying he’d shoulder the pain he’s holding just so he can be near him and you’re saying you think… Obito is gay?? The guy who literally lost his mind over a girl??

Edit: I’m talking about canon btw. Hc if you’d like I’ll always support that, but he’s not canonically gay or bi. His character is rooted in his love for a girl and the only reason he saved kk was to have time alone w Rin because he didn’t want him interfering. He’s in love w Rin and only Rin in canon🙇‍♂️

#Obito Uchiha #anti obkk #anti obikaka #Sasuke Uchiha #naruto uzumaki #hashirama senju #madara uchiha #Maito Gai #rin nohara #kisame hoshigaki #Itachi Uchiha #sasunaru #sns #we have lost the plot #Obito wouldn’t kiss a man even if his life depended on it #out of ALL of the characters ALL of them… it’s him?? #I just don’t understand how you can see his spiraling beginning with Rin’s death #and then say he’s absolutely in love w kk… #I’m not saying you can’t enjoy the aus or the fanfics #what I’m saying is y’all who say it’s CANON that he’s in love w him are stupid #there’s just no way y’all read this shit w your eyes closed… #please don’t debate me about this idc I just wanted to share some thoughts on my blog #and I know I’m right. Obito would choose Rin over kk any day and y’all are maaaad #sins posting

[arswiss]

I am obsessed with this fanfic called "Shinra Tensei" so this is a quick snippet of one of my favorite parts.

Sakura decides "fuck it, the life of a ninja is harsh and unfair" and leaves Konoha to end up right with the Akatsuki. She is written wonderfully, badass, and complex, truly the Sakura we deserve. The Akatsuki are written amazingly, and there is so much delicious Itachi content, I love it.

Big thank you to the author, who seems to be looking right into my subconscious and writing everything I have wanted.

#my art #Naruto #Naruto fanart #Naruto comic #comic #Sakura #Itachi #Kisame #Deidara #fanfic #fanfiction #Ao3 #Shinra Tensei fanfic #Shinra Tensei fanfiction #Shinra Tensei Ao3

[atanxdoesstuff]

Hidan and Deidara being cornered by an old lady mistaking them for her grandchildren! Or is she? A scene fron @writer168 's fic: Snow Storms & Snake Wine i fucking love it >:3

I've been wanting to do traditional again, and I've also been wanting to draw more diverse stuff? In terms of format. So here, I went for a scene™! And now it's hanging on my wall! Main disadvantage of doing digital: unless you print it, you can't put it on your wall.

#naruto fanart #artists on tumblr #traditional art #aquarel drawing #naruto #hidan #deidara #fanfic fanart #fanart #ofc the disadvantage of traditional is that you have to take photos of it and i am bad at that #they always come out wonky #but ye if ur looking for a really cool cracky sakura-hidan-deidara-kisame fic go give this one a read!

[wing-ed-thing]

Ghostie: Trick-or-Treat (Akatsuki x Ghost!Reader)

Synopsis: You beg Hidan to go trick or treating. Too bad he's the only one who can see you.

Word Count: 1k

Tags/Warnings: Ghost!Reader, Language, No Reader Pronouns, STUPID

Notes: Happy Halloween!

Sasori could see your approach from down the block, knowing it was only a matter of time before his house was next. He sat on the front steps of his rickety, old porch, reluctantly passing out handfuls of candy to children until Hidan stepped up for his turn, you in tow.

“Trick or treat!” you exclaim, only to be met with Sasori’s silence. Hidan stood to your left with a severe scowl.

“The hell are you supposed to be?” Hidan scrunched his nose, lowering the two pillowcases in his hands. Sasori pointed toward his construction paper ears.

“A cat, stupid,” he scoffed, tossing a single piece of candy into Hidan’s outstretched bag. “You just missed Chiyo. She went to brew more apple cider.” Hidan plucked out the candy, inspecting the wrapper with a frown.

“Can I get something else? I fucking hate chocolate.” He tried to offer it back, but Sasori swiftly swatted his hand away.

“You get what I give you. Now get out of here—” He gestured to the line of kids that were beginning to line up behind Hidan. “You’re holding up the line, and the longer you stand here, the longer I have to sit here.”

“Fine,” Hidan sighed, tossing the chocolate bar back into his pillowcase. He reluctantly offered the one in his other hand. “At least give the ghost some.” Hidan gestured to his side, sparing you a glance for emphasis. Sasori stared at the spot you stood, slowly blinking before returning to Hidan.

“Did you forget to take something you should have?” Sasori frowned, craning his neck to get a better look at the spot again. “Or did you take too much of something you shouldn’t have?” Hidan shoved the pillowcase in front of Sasori’s face and shook it. The fabric depicted a pattern of little ghosts wearing various hats.

“Sasori, c’mon, just spare a little candy for the ghost. A real, genuine ghost is about as spooky as you get,” Hidan huffed, rolling his eyes. Exasperated, he stared up toward the sky.

“I want the blue ones.” You tugged at Hidan’s sleeve.

“The ghost requests the blue ones,” he repeated. With one last look of skepticism, Sasori reluctantly relinquished two candies in the requested color. You watched them drop into your pillowcase with wonder.

“Thank you!”

“The ghost says thank you.” You immediately shot off, hovering to the next house, leaving Hidan to chase you across the street. He knocked over a flowerpot. Sasori stood on the wooden steps, yelling obscenities after him, much to the displeasure of quite a few parents.

“Tell your ghost to kiss my ass!”

***

The houses down the street were far flashier. The one you were most excited about had an excessively large porch at the front of the house. About ten people sat in costumes on rocking chairs while a grand Halloween bash raged indoors. People milled in and out, grabbing drinking and grilled food from the barbecue—the children who passed by the porch for candy left with their bags practically full. 

Kisame clutched the wooden beams toward the roof, giving Hidan a nod and a smirk as he approached. His red jersey draped over his shoulders, leaving a large gap for his arms. “WILDCATS” was printed on the front in bold, white lettering.

“Ay yo, Hidan! You’re a little old to be trick or treating, aren’t you, my guy?” he called with a snicker. Hidan threw up his hands in defeat. The path to the porch was still too crowded. 

“It’s not me! It’s the ghost!” he shouted from the street, gesturing next to him. Kisame glanced at the space with an apprehensive smile. 

“Uh-huh!” He apprehensively acknowledged, sparing a quick look at Obito.

“What?” Obito mouthed. Kisame shrugged, dumping half a bowl of treats into a kid’s

candy bucket before Hidan finally got the chance to make his approach. Kisame held out his hand to dap him up before pulling him onto the porch with the rest of the crew. 

“Nice Jashinist costume,” Kisame said, rewarding Hidan with a firm smack to his back. 

“Who decided on the High School Musical theme?” Hidan chuckled, stepping back to check out everyone’s matching jerseys. 

“Konan,” everyone on the porch said in unison. Hidan nodded from side to side. The information checked out.

“She didn’t want to do Gabriella alone,” Deidara added, bending down on one knee to shoot a volley of candy out of a t-shirt cannon. The ensuing cries were of excitement and pain as candies rained down on the kids crowded in the front yard. Deidara laughed. Monster Mash played in the background. “Tobi is the guy who says ‘I play the cello’ because he thought bringing a cello to a Halloween party was a good idea.”

“He was arrested for robbing a pizzaria!” Tobi turned around from where he was grilling in the driveway. A blond, curly wig sat on his hair. Hotdogs and hamburgers littered the grill, and a table was set out with buns and condiments. A few random chairs were arranged in a circle to allow parents and kids a place to sit. You hovered right over Hidan’s ear.

“That’s true!” you whispered, startling him. Kisame took a half-step back, looking at him with a furrowed brow. “I was there. I saw it!”

“Get back to grilling, Tobi!” Deidara yelled. “Pull!” The candy cannon went off again. 

“You’re letting Tobi grill?” Hidan wiped at his ear, paying no mind to the looks exchanged between his friends. “Isn’t that… not smart?” 

“It keeps him busy.” Kisame shrugged again before gesturing inside. “I know you said you were trick-or-treating for your friend.”

“Ghost,” Hidan corrected. “I’m being haunted by a ghost.” Kisame laughed aloud.

“Sure, guy. Grab yourself a drink. Stick around a little; we miss you.” Hidan didn’t protest, heading inside while your pillowcases miraculously grew fuller as the night went on. 

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Part I: Zombie Combo, Part II: Artist Duo Part III: The Tattoo Part IV: Not So Ghostie

#hidan x reader #Sasori x reader #kisame x reader #hidan #akatsuki #naruto x reader #naruto #x naruto #x you #reader insert #akatsuki x reader #naruto fanfic #naruto fanfiction #akatsuki fanfic #naruto shippuden

[welkinsky]

Hiii!! Can I request a Akatsuki new member reader that's like Shinobu? Where the reader always smiles and to the enemy she's like "So we can be friends!! Oh, So I can see, you receive the proper penalty and be reborn, I could gouge out your eyeballs or slash your stomach to rip our your organs☺️" but she's actually such a nice person when she's not fighting enemies, and so what do the members think of her? :)

A/N: Looove the idea! I absolutely love this idea and I'd love to name them with your name "Minahi" I hope you like this!

Akatsuki X New Member

Tobi

Tobi is always happy around you, all say that he can be serious at times and can very easily be scary too but till now you haven't seen that side of him ever so you don't believe them. Neither do anyone want to argue with you on the same because lowkey they think you're like him too.

Pain

Well, you haven't had any long conversations with him at all if we're being honest. Couple of head nods as you both pass each other and that's it. For some reason there is a mutual respect between the two of you. You both were assigned to a mission together once but before he could show up you encountered the target and took them out with ease so he never even showed up. You were kind of hoping to not meet him while at the same time wanted to know him better. But to him he wants to meet with you and talk more but can't do that because of the obvious reasons and to him you're the sanest out of all the Akatsuki members.

Itachi

You've never seen his expression change, ever. But this one time when you both were assigned a mission together you could see him smiling a little as you both stopped by a small tea stall and you both were having some sweet snacks. You figured he liked sweets, so when you both were coming back from the mission and were parting way, you gave him the sweets you got him earlier. You saw a glimpse of smile but it vanished just as fast it appeared but after that he at least smiled while greeting you. He knows what you stand for and why you stand for. He also respects you for the skills that you have at such a young age.

Kisame

Very easy person to be around, apart from the fact that he's one of THE AKATSUKI. If you both have met in normal conditions you both agree that you both have been good friends. He started to kind of like you (as a friend) but as soon as saw you in the battlefield, he back off. Why? Because let's be honest everyone has some screws loose in Akatsuki to make them all this twisted, so he doesn't want ALL THAT (you) against him. Simple.

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Chapters: 1/29 Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hoshigaki Kisame/Maitou Gai | Might Guy Characters: Hoshigaki Kisame, Maito Gai | Might Guy, Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Itachi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, boba shop, Alternate Universe - Boba Shop, Gym, Memory Loss Summary:

Kisame, shift manager at the boba tea shop 'Peinfully Boba' is head over heels in love with their number 1 customer Gai, but Gai can’t seem to remember he exist even though he is a 6’5” sharkman! Will love conquer all before the final ball of tapioca is gone? Or will it all become too much? Boba Shop AU

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1) Meeting

"You shouldnt be out here in the rain." You look over at the source of the voice to find a man with black eyes staring at you with an almost unreadable expression. The rain drips from his large straw hat as he reaches out a hand towards you.

The gesture takes you by surprise. Why would this stranger care? Hesitantly, you take the man's hand and mutter a word of thanks. With that, he leads you to somewhere that would be dry and as he does, you notice for the first time his long black hair, tied loosely towards the ends, reaching about to his mid-back.

As the two of you approach a small cave, the man drops your hand. Why did he only let go now? Your question is answered when you enter the cave.

"It's not like you to bring in strays, Itachi." The owner of this voice belonged to a greyish-blue skinned man who had gills on his face.

The black eyed man- Itachi. Looks at the companion in almost the same expressionless look on his face- but is it expressionless? You thought you saw something, so slight, almost imperceptible, in his eyes. "You know I do not like casualties, Kisame."

Casualties?? The word makes you worry. Just what kind of men are these?

Kisame smirks in response. "For a cold killer, you've certainly gotten quite soft."

Itachi stares at Kisame with that same expressionless- no. Youre sure of it now. Its ever so slight but you can see it. the ever so slight look in his eye. Its hardened. Itachi is glaring at Kisame.

But all Kisame does is shrugs. "What do I care if you've gone soft?" he asks rhetorically. "As long as you continue to do the job we're paid to do."

Itachi continues his expressionless glare for a moment more before turning his attention to the small camp fire.

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Warnings: slightly salacious ending (Minors do not interact!); mention of insecurity, fighting and blood; Kisame x gn!reader.

The cave was shiveringly cold, but you were sweating from the adrenaline rushing through your body after your near death. You and Kisame have been sent on a mission to the Hidden Cloud Village. It seemed like an easy mission, so you were still having a hard time assimilating how Kisame got so injured. It wasn't supposed to have guards in that region, you were taken by surprise, were they warned of your arrival? You didn't have time to think about it, even tired with the unexpectedly intense fight, and also hurt, you needed to help Kisame. After verifying that they didn't follow you and that you were alone and safe, you went to help your colleague.

- Take off your cloak, Kisame, I need to get a better look at the wound - you grabbed the small first aid kit you had, praying you could do something with it.

- No need, I'll be fine - he said breathlessly, leaning against the wall, he was also sweating - I just need to rest a little.

- Stop being an idiot and take off your cloak, you're bleeding!

- Look who's talking, you should see your forehead. Don't waste supplies on me when you need it too.

It was true that there was a small cut on your forehead that was bleeding, but the proportion of the injuries was not comparable. Concern began to share space with the irritation that his stubbornness was causing you.

- Unlike you, I'm actually going to be fine, now stop being so macho and let me see that wound before you get worse!

Amidst grumbling, your colleague took off his cloak, revealing he wasn't wearing his usual "armor" this time, since he also thought it was an easy mission, he wasn't wearing any shirt underneath. The sight made your anger fade and reminded you of your secret crush on your colleague, your face would have been more flushed had your attention not wandered to the large bloodstain on his waist. Promptly, you grabbed the cloth to wipe the area, but before you touched it you whispered an "excuse me", Kisame turned his head to the opposite side of where you were, you then continued.

After cleaning it, you bandaged it, luckily it wasn't a very deep wound, it would take time to heal but he would be fine. You sometimes felt Kisame flinch at your touch, you were taking the utmost care not to make him feel even more pain, but that wasn't the reason. The truth was that Kisame was ashamed, he didn't want you to see his body, he didn't want you to disgust him even more, his monstrous form, his icy blue skin, he was ashamed of his body. How could you be attracted to him like that?

- I'm done - you turned your face shrinking a little, giving him privacy.

- Thanks - he took the cloak to cover himself again - Sorry for having to see this, I know it's not a pleasant sight.

- Oh no! I - you hesitated, but decided to risk it - I actually think you have a very nice body, in shape... - courage vanished and you preferred to remain silent.

- Really? - he smiled, curious - I was talking about the injury actually, but thanks - he laughed.

An awkward silence stretches through the cavern.

- Well... - your voice echoes when you break - ... We should have a fire, right? It's cold.

Kisame agrees and you prepare what is necessary since you are the one with the fire chakra. You tell him he should rest so he can recover and you take over the watch tonight. He doesn't dispute it, he just lays down, as comfortable as he can on a stone floor, but he doesn't sleep right away, he's actually staring at you. You try to ignore it, it's happened before. You have been a duo for a while now, and a great one at that, you understand each other very well, but you still don't know what that look means. You turn to him, determined to find out.

- What?

- Nothing, I was just thinking.

- In what?

- ... If I kissed you, would you kiss me back?

You froze in your place, once again you were taken by surprise that day, since when did Kisame desire you the same way you desire him?

- Why don't you find out? - You disguised the nervousness in your voice well.

Kisame stood up, a different smile on his lips, mischievous, he knelt on one leg to be at the same height as you sitting, leaned down until he was close enough to feel your anxious breathing, stopped and looked into your eyes, asking permission without saying with words. You leaned towards him and with one hand cupped his face, it was enough for him to understand that he should continue. Kisame's lips were warm, wet, he started slow, you could feel his desire build as the kiss developed, you wrapped your arms around his neck, you wanted him closer, Kisame held tight to your waist, you knew there would be a mark, and when you started to gasp he pulled away from your lips, taking leave with a light bite on the lower one.

- I think I already have my answer - he smiled holding your chin.

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chapter 002: karma you kind of hate the universe. like, so much.

masterlist |  pairing: itachi x reader x kisame publish date: 08.25.22 | wc: 5.3k chapter summary: in addition to the blood all over your house, there’s a giant shark nin passed out on your floor. you really need to start getting paid for this. chapter warnings: n/a

The first thing Kisame registers when he wakes up is that his back hurts. A lot.

The second is that he has no idea where he is.

He doesn’t immediately open his eyes and takes slow, even breaths; to keep up the illusion that he’s still asleep. He doesn’t remember much; a fight, a house. Tracking Itachi. Finding Itachi. There had been a voice in his ear, a hand on his skin, and now he’s ... somewhere. Alive.

And not alone.

Kisame isn’t a healer but he’s far from stupid. His injuries should have killed him. He should be dead. The wound on his side is painful, but not agonizing, and he’s no longer delirious. He can feel pressure around other parts of his body that would equate to bandages and there seemed to be some sort of cushion under his head.

Someone had taken care of him. Someone had healed him.

That woman, maybe? The one with the cold rag ...

Kisame’s head is still fuzzy as he reaches out with his other senses to try and gather as much information about the situation as he can. Waking up in a compromising position is a shinobi’s worst nightmare, and Kisame does not want another ambush.

He senses Itachi a few feet away from him and can tell his partner is unconscious. Like, really unconscious. Which wouldn’t be concerning, because getting your ass handed to you by a shit ton of shinobi usually warranted a nice nap.

Except this was Itachi.

Kisame knows his partner. He knows his partner well. Kisame knows his partner is a paranoid bastard who sleeps with one eye open and never lets his guard down.

He’s never seen the Uchiha unconscious before.

He tries not to let this discovery bother him. At least he isn’t dead.

Kisame can tell the younger man��s levels were still critically low and wonders if his chakra was being blocked by something. He should have recovered a portion of it by now, which meant the poison they ran into affected chakra along with whatever else it did.

Great.

Kisame can also smell blood, but it seems to be old, along with the sterile smell he’s come to associate with medical supplies. He feels ... better, in a sense, and can tell his wounds have been tended to; but he’s still tired and weak. The floor is hard against his back and he reaches out more, feeling for something else, someone else ...

Ah.

There you were.

Kisame focuses in on you and is surprised when he hears how soft and even your own breathing is. Your chakra levels were low and you were close to him, but not moving - and he comes to a quick realization.

You were asleep.

He idly wonders if you’re faking it, like him, or if you were truly stupid enough to fall asleep with two strange shinobi in your home. He listens for a bit longer and deems it safe enough to open his eyes. If you were faking it, you were a pro, but unsurprisingly you don’t move when Kisame’s gaze lands on you.

His first thought is that everything hurts, as soon as the low light from your lamp hit his eyes. His second thought is that you looked uncomfortable.

You were awkwardly slumped with your back against your glass door, chin resting on your chest as you slept. There’s dried blood on your clothes and in your hair , but your hands are clean, and there are fresh bandages in your hands. There’s also a kunai, resting precariously in your grip, and Kisame almost snorts in amusement.

You’d fallen asleep on the floor while cutting up bandages.

It’s ... cute. In a naive sort of way.

He turns his head to get a better look around the house, not wanting to risk moving quite yet, and grimaces at how uncomfortable your floor is. There’s a blanket tangled in his legs and he’d appreciate the gesture more if his spine wasn’t on fire.

He scowls when his gaze lands on his partner, resting comfortably on the couch just feet awake from him. Little bastard was even propped up by cushions, tucked in with a worn blanket on his legs. He’s shirtless, chest covered in bandages, and there’s a nasty cut down the side of his face. It’s jarring, seeing the younger man so still. Itachi Uchiha didn’t just sleep, and Kisame has to fight back the uneasy feeling that accompanies seeing someone you care about torn to shreds. He spots an armchair, and winces at the amount of blood that was currently staining the fabric. There’s matching splotches all over the floor and its a shame, because there’s no one at in hell you were going to get any of that out.

The rest of the house is small, but cozy, and Kisame is about to try and push himself off of the floor when a sharp inhale stops him.

He jerks his head back to find you staring at him, eyes wide in shock. You’d clearly just woken up with a start, both of your hands white knuckling the fresh bandages and your kunai. You blink once, look at Itachi on the couch, turn your head back toward him, and then -

“You’re actually awake.”

It’s Kisame’s turn to blink.

“Uh ... yeah.” He replies awkwardly, voice scratchy, and you set everything to the side carefully. Kisame watches the kunai in your hand to make sure you don’t try to hide it; lest you try and use it on him later. He’s almost ninety percent sure he could take you, even in his current condition, but still. He wasn’t a fan of surprises, and had already been stabbed a few times.

“Sorry, I was making fresh bandages and must have dozed off. How are you feeling?”

Your tone is light and you’re speaking almost at a whisper, eyes and face soft with concern - and Kisame is struck with the urge to laugh. Here he was, knocked on his ass and sprawled across your floor, with his partner sleeping soundly on your cushy couch depleted of chakra, and you - strange girl with an apparent heart of gold talking to him like this was an everyday thing.

“M’fine.” Kisame chokes out before immediately cringing. His throat is so dry it comes out more of a rasp than actual words and you frown.

“You don’t sound fine. How about I get you some water and we try that again?”

Kisame deadpans and your frown quirks into an amused look as you stand slowly, joints popping audibly as you move. You put your hands on the small of your back and bend, cracking your spine and shaking away the sleep fogging your mind. He watches you carefully as you tip toe to the kitchen, occasionally glancing at Itachi to make sure you don’t accidentally wake him.

Kisame hates the way his partner doesn’t move.

Soon you’re crouched at his side, carefully placing a glass of water on the floor next to him.

“As someone who’s woken up in that exact spot multiple times, I can speak to how uncomfortable you must be. Do you think you can sit up?”

There’s a burn of irritation mixing with something undefinable in Kisame’s gut at your words. You were still speaking so softly, so carefully; almost treating him like he was something breakable. Something fragile. It’s annoying - on any give day Kisame is strong and bulking and intimidating, he doesn’t need to be taken care of. But it’s also ...

Comforting.

He grunts in response to your question and resumes trying to push himself up. It takes him a second longer than it should and he avoids your eye as he eases himself into a sitting position. You watch cautiously as Kisame pulls up a knee to rest his uninjured forearm on and slowly hand the glass of water to him. He accepts it and takes a sip, eyeing you carefully while he does. The nausea in his gut and the pounding behind his eyes are uncomfortable and irritating and he’s still so weak.

He can’t remember the last time he was injured this badly.

He can’t remember the last time someone took care of him.

If he’s being honest, Kisame’s first instinct is to kill you. The shinobi training he’s had mixed with his base instincts can’t allow for someone else to see him like this and live. It’d be easy, and he’d make it painless. You did help them after all.

But something stops him.

First, he knows nothing about the poison that is no doubt running rampant through his and Itachi’s systems. You’re clearly an expert in your own right and it seemed that they’ll need you to recover. Second ...

You lift your mouth into a warm smile as he hands you the empty glass and something is his chest loosens.

Second - he doesn’t want to.

“What’s your name?”

Your question pulls him from his musings and Kisame frowns. He remembers you calling Itachi by a fake name earlier and scrambles for a cover, his brain still foggy from the lingering poison in his system.

“Uh ... Hoshi.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows how stupid it sounds.

You pull your bottom lip into your mouth and nod slowly, clearly not believing him.

“... Right. I’m Hana.”

Kisame can smell the lie on you and lifts his lip in a tight smile. Smart girl. It was one thing to invite strange men into your house, but it was another to give them your name. You carefully place the glass in your hands on the floor next to you and sit, crossing your legs underneath you.

“Alright big guy, talk me through how you’re feeling. I need to know if the antidote is working.”

Kisame blinks and you nod towards his other arm. He lifts it and winces at the sting before cocking a brow at what he sees. Pristine and freshly applied bandages covered his forearm and his nose curls at the stench coming off of it. There seemed to be a murky green paste seeping through, no doubt the antidote you had just mentioned, and Kisame turns his gaze back to you.

“Smells like shit.”

You deadpan at his response and he can tell you’re fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I know. Try having to make it from scratch. Any trouble breathing?”

Kisame has to fight back amusement from the look on your face and answers you with a short no. You sigh, relieved, and jerk your head toward your couch.

“Your friend over here said that you have accelerated healing capabilities. Because of that, your body is going to lie to you and tell you that you feel better. I promise you, you’re not better. Judging from the fact that he tried to get up and walk out of here after I tapped his chest, I’m going to assume that you’ll try the same thing. I am asking you, from the very bottom of my very tired heart, please don’t. If you pass out again I don’t think I’ll be able to move you.”

Kisame blinks after your tirade and glances back at Itachi.

“Alright.”

“Great. Shisui should wake up in a few hours. If you think you can manage it, you’re more than welcome to move to my bed.”

Kisame stares at you as you slowly start to stand, joints popping audibly as you move.

“Your bed.” He repeats dubiously and you shoot him an amused look.

“I know, I know. We barely know each other and I’m already inviting you to my bed.”

Kisame manages to crack a small smile at your joke as you continue on.

“I’ve closed most of your wounds and your body seems to be taking care of the rest. You’re going to be sore, and your chakra will start to come back slowly. Very slowly. I’ve got you on some pain medications, just let me know when you need more. Other than that, feel free to make yourself comfortable. If you want to move, let me know and I’ll help you.”

Kisame keeps an eye on you as he starts to roll his shoulders, frowning at how upon further inspection his chakra levels weren’t recovering like normal. He should be way better off than he was currently, he should be -

Realization hits his chest like a dozen kunai.

He didn’t have Samehada.

Kisame’s on his feet in seconds, determined to go back to the bloodbath he left and find his damn sword, only to lurch to the side when a wave of dizziness and nausea hits him hard. He hears you curse from behind him as he hits the wall and the groan that leaves his mouth is sad and pathetic.

Okay. Bad idea.

There are hands pressed against his back and Kisame finds himself being helped back onto the floor and it’s infuriating - he can’t even stand.

“What did I just say?”

Your sharp tone cuts through him like a knife and Kisame snarls at you, the delirium from earlier once again taking over as his brain swims. You roll your eyes at his attitude and help situate him against the wall. He tilts his head back and focuses on his breathing, trying and failing to ignore the way his stomach was rolling and the black spots that were appearing in the corners of his eyes.

“You’d be scarier if you could stand. Instead of growling at me, try listening. This shit in your system should have killed you, if it weren’t for your healing capabilities you would be dead.”

Kisame has a well thought out retort at the tip of his tongue. It’s funny and insulting and he’s trying his hardest to tell you off but nothing’s working correctly. His limbs are far too heavy, his head is swimming but there’s no water, and his eyelids aren’t cooperating. He feels the ground start to swallow him up and manages to bare his teeth at you before everything goes black.

What a prick.

You sigh and rub your face with one hand, eyeing the stubborn shark nin passed out against your wall with irritation. Prince Charming currently taking up residence on your couch had broken into your house and threatened to kill you - and now you had a man twice your size collapsed in your living room more content to snarl at you than actually listen.

This had to be karma. Some sort of cruel act from a crueler god. You didn’t think you were a bad person, but you definitely weren’t a good person, and maybe this was the universe trying to steer you in the right direction.

This is why you tried to learn as little about healing as possible. Poisons and antidotes were easy. Plants and recipes didn’t sass you. Deadly strains of venom didn’t ignore you. Everything always did what it was supposed to do.

But people? People were the worst. Especially men. Especially men who were shinobi. Shinobi never listened and thought themselves to be gods, never learning and always messing up whatever stitches and freshly healed flesh wounds they managed to acquire in their sketchy shinobi business.

You glance back at Shisui and find yourself partially relieved he was still knocked out. At least he knew when to stay down. Your new friend seemed a bit more stubborn. And twice as hard to maneuver.

You crouch down and eye the man in front of you with interest. Annoying as his little display was, he was absolutely fascinating. He was already healing, and the fact that he could move that much on his own was beyond impressive. You’d been visibly shocked when you woke to find him conscious, not really expecting anyone to wake up until the sun was finished rising.

Now that you weren’t desperately trying to stop his bleeding and remove the poison in his system, you took time to really look at him. Hoshi, or whatever he was really called, was the most exotic man you’ve ever encountered. Dark blue hair that seemed to messily stick up on it’s own, pale blue skin that was tougher than normal skin - and his face. A sharp jaw that you’re sure could cut glass, absolutely soul shattering white eyes, and most fascinating of all ... gills. Shisui had offered absolutely no clarity before passing out on your couch after you dragged his friend inside. The dent in your door would need to be addressed at some point, and you decide that you need to invest in some traps around your property. Two men in less than a day managed to barge into your house with absolutely zero effort. You’d be embarrassed if you had any left over energy. After using all the muscle mass you had to maneuver the mammoth of a man inside of your house, you’d turn towards Shisui with a panicked look.

“Do you know this guy!?”

“Yes. He’s my partner.”

“Fantastic. Great. Anything else I should know?”

“We were involved in the same ... fight. He has accelerated healing capabilities.”

“Yeah, and gills. Where the hell did you two come from?”

“North from here, I believe.”

“... Hilarious.”

You’d worked hard on this Hoshi guy, and was shocked when he woke for a moment before immediately passing out again. You were able to leave and contact one of your partner’s emergency suppliers for more pain medication and other supplies, but you were still a little unsure about being able to fully treat both of them. You could do full body scans till your hands fell off and your chakra withered to nothing, but you weren’t an expert. You easily could have missed something. The only thing you were sure of was your antidote.

You’d already almost made a costly mistake of sewing up all of Shisui’s wounds, which would have left nowhere for the paste to go. You would have had to boil the plants down into a tea, which would have cut their potency in half, and would have meant a longer recovery time for both nin. If they survived the poison’s effects that long. Their best bet was a hospital. With real doctors and healers.

But something told you that was completely out of the question.

As time went on, the questions on the tip of your tongue grew a frustrating amount. You had two unknown shinobi currently camped out in your small home, neither of which had been forthcoming on who they were, or why they were actively dying. It was clear they’d both been attacked, and judging from their wounds and condition, you’d say it was a pretty big fight.

What kind of bloodbath did they leave behind? How did they escape?

Were they missing-nin? Criminals? Or just two guys that liked to stay off the radar, like you and your partner?

Would they kill you, once they got their strength back?

The latter question seemed unlikely, but still. You tried not to be judgemental, but you could tell these two were strong, stronger than most of the nin you encountered on a regular basis. Strong and sketchy, which in your experience was a deadly combination. You prided yourself by staying off the radar and away from larger villages, therefore avoiding large players. Specialized forces. Bingo book type nin. You idly wonder if you’d recognize them, if you somehow got your hands on one. They were definitely an interesting pair. A pretty boy with hardly any personality and a handsomely rugged shark man with an attitude. There was some kind of joke there, you were sure of it.

Shisui and Hoshi.

It takes you a moment to realize you’d been worrying your lip raw between your teeth as you clean up your house, and you move to chew the inside of your cheek instead. Your anxiety was at an all time high now that there wasn’t anything urgent to grab your attention. They both needed to sleep, and weren’t due for anymore doses or bandage changes for a while. You weren’t as tired as you were before, thanks to your impromptu nap, but you needed to eat. And rest. Your chakra reserves were low, and the headache forming behind your eyes was beginning to irritate you. Also, you were sore. So, so sore.

Your unwanted house guests would need something to eat too. Something light and easy to keep down. You hadn’t gone into detail with either of them, but these next few days would be hell for them. Which meant hell for you as well.

In all honesty, you know you should be scared. You know it’s not exactly the most intelligent thing, to let two strangers into your home. You know there’s a good chance they’ll turn against you.

But they were dying.

It’s a blessing, that your partner isn’t here. He’d have taken one look at the pair, deemed them both more trouble than they’re worth, and left them outside. He’d then chastise you, and tell you that you needed to be more careful and maybe think about your own safety before jumping in headfirst into a situation you know nothing about.

The thought makes you smile. You missed his annoying ass terribly.

After tiptoeing around your house and cleaning up, you decide to focus on food. Soup seemed to be the best option, it was easy to make, even easier to eat, and hopefully easy to keep down. You start gathering ingredients and ignore the way the sun was starting to shine through your windows. Hopefully your house guests weren’t picky eaters. Or fond of traditions. Besides ...

Miso soup for breakfast wasn’t that weird.

When Itachi’s eyes begin to flutter open, he’s immediately startled at what’s happening around him. He doesn’t know where he is, he doesn’t know what happened, he’s doesn’t -

“There he is. Hey, take it easy Shisui - just take it slow.”

Shisui. That was a name he hadn’t heard in a long time. It makes him pause, makes him take a shuddering breath, and his head feels like it’s spinning before he remembers. It takes a second, but everything eventually hits him.

Ah. That’s right.

He forces his eyes to stay open and manages to barely cringe at the dull ache that seems to start at his head and end at his feet. Itachi has never felt an all over pain like this, has never felt so weak like this, and turns his head to see you crouched next to him, organizing what looked like medical supplies on your coffee table.

“I was just about to wake you. You’re due for another bandage change and I need to get some food in you. Think you can sit up?”

Your voice was so quiet, so soft, and Itachi stares at you while he tries to formulate a response. He hears you, but it’s like his head is full of static - nothing is working like it’s supposed to. It felt like his body was lagging behind and frustration was beginning to curl in his gut. You’re watching him carefully, patiently, and he wishes he could at least activate his Sharigan. His vision was blurred ever so slightly, and he felt exposed - laying here like this, without his bloodline activated. He can’t remember the last time he hadn’t used his kekkei genkai - he was so used to seeing the world with his Sharigan that not using it felt off. Wrong.

“Alright, I’m going to take your silence as a no. I’m going to help you sit up, don’t get all cranky with me, okay?”

If Itachi was completely lucid, he might have chuckled at your attempt at humor.

Your hands felt hot as you eased him into a sitting position. He had enough wherewithal to move his legs and immediately fell back into the cushions when you finished putting him into a sitting position.

“There we go. Okay, food first, and then we’ll jump right back into me getting overly familiar with you again. Sound good?”

Itachi forces himself to respond this time.

“Aa.”

Your head snaps up at him and he eyes your small smile with interest. Everything’s swimming back to the surface now, and Itachi replays the last few hours on a loop. Breaking in. Meeting you. You extracting the poison. Your chakra flowing through him.

You’d saved his life. Itachi is as intelligent as he is dangerous and he knows he would have died, had he not have found you. He remembers thanking you early on, and knows it’s not near enough.

You’d said your name was Hana. An obvious lie, but he knows it’s more than likely a last ditch effort to protect yourself. He didn’t recognize you, meaning you were more than likely no one of consequence, and he can safely say you have no idea who either of them are. Itachi knows him and his partner are infamous and is pleasantly surprised that you remained ignorant to their true identities. You’d taken them both into your home, at a great risk to yourself, and seemed to content to just ... keep taking care of them.

He’s lucky that it was your home he stumbled into.

“Alright, I hope you like soup. It’s really all I’ve got right now and I know I’m too exhausted to actually chew anything.”

You stand and move quietly into your kitchen, glancing down at Kisame as he slept soundly against the wall. Itachi follows your movements as his head clears and swallows thickly.

“How is he?”

The burn in his throat coupled with the cracks in his voice are enough to make him frown and you wince in sympathy. Soon, you’re back in front of him with a small bowl of steaming soup and a glass of water, making yourself comfortable on the coffee table across from him.

“Here. Drink this.”

He takes the glass from you carefully and is frustrated with the way his hand shakes at the weight. You gently hold the bottom of the glass with your palm and help tilt it up, much to his displeasure, and answer him quietly.

“He’s healing. I meant to move him to my bed, but he got all worked up and ended up knocking himself out. He’s worse at listening to me than you are.”

Itachi narrows his eyes at you as he pushes the glass away from his mouth, swallowing the last of the water. Your mouth was set in a firm line, but the twinkle in your eye is teasing.

“There you go, getting all cranky again.” You murmur, taking the glass from him and placing it next to you. Itachi keeps the glare on his face and you ignore it, presenting him with the bowl of hot liquid that has his stomach tightening. Your mouth twists into what he could only describe as a mischievous little grin, and he feels his spine straighten.

“I already know you’re going to be weird about this, but try and remember all we’ve been through so far. There’s no way you can hold this right now, so we either do this together or I can spoon feed you. Your choice.”

Itachi feels his face fall into a deadpan, and your grin splits to show teeth. The fact that you seemed to take pleasure in his more embarrassing moments was something he found almost as annoying as he did amusing. He had a feeling that would only get worse with time.

“I promise it’s good.” You continue and Itachi sighs in defeat. Desperate to show some sign of strength, he hasn’t needed help eating since he was a child, he holds the bowl with one hand and lets you help tilt it into his mouth. The liquid that pours in is warm, but not overly hot, and spiced nicely. He takes a few sips before gently pushing the bowl away and you take it from him, placing it next to you on the table.

“Alright, let’s see if you can keep that down. I’m going to change all of your bandages now, let me know if anything hurts.”

Itachi nods once and you start the meticulous task of unwinding all of his bandages. It stings, but isn’t overly uncomfortable, and Itachi watches your hands carefully. It’s quiet between you two now as you work, and his interest is peaked when he sees a curious looking paste sitting on the table. You catch him eyeing it and crack your neck.

“That’s the antidote. It doesn’t smell great, but it works. It’s part of the reason you’re going to need bandage changes so often and why I couldn’t completely close all of your wounds. Your friend got a good dose of the poison too, so he gets the same treatment.”

Itachi follows your hands and doesn’t even flinch or move when you start to apply the cool paste to his side. He’s still shirtless, the borrowed sweatpants he’s wearing sit low, but he’s somewhat comfortable. His chakra levels were still almost nonexistent and he marvels at how completely incapacitated he feels. Itachi remembers threatening to kill you when he first met you, before you had started your life saving measures, and honestly isn’t sure if he could make good on that threat anymore. It’s helpful, that you’re so ... friendly. You kept your facial expressions open, you talked easily, and kept your hands where he could see them at all times. He didn’t feel so defensive now, so on edge, and the tiny kernel of trust you’ve both built sits precariously at the edge of his awareness. He’s noticeably less stiff around you and you give him a soft eye crinkle when you realize.

“Are we okay now?”

Your question takes him slightly off guard and Itachi pauses before answering. In truth, it depended on what you meant by okay. He thinks he knows though. Okay didn’t mean I trust you completely. Okay didn’t mean that he needed to share anything with you. Okay for you more than likely meant do you trust me enough to take care of you. Okay probably meant are we okay enough that you won’t try to kill me in my own home?

In which case, yes. Yes, he thinks you two were ... okay. For now.

“Aa.”

The tired smile on your face meets your eyes this time and Itachi swallows against the fuzzy feeling building in his throat, before quirking his lip up in mild amusement.

“Good. When your friend wakes up, maybe you can convince him we’re okay too.”

Itachi gives you an amused look and shifts when a bandage wrap catches against one of his wounds.

“He’ll come around.” He answers carefully, eyebrow arching when you snort.

“If you say so.”

Itachi doesn’t respond, instead settling himself back against your couch as you tend to him. He feels tired again, and the little bit of soup he drank seems to be staying down. You notice immediately and nods towards Kisame without taking your eyes off of his side.

“Go ahead and rest. I’ll wake you when he does, okay?”

Itachi makes a noise of agreement as his eyes flutter shut, focusing on the way you carefully tend to him. There’s a strange sense of comfort, that couples with being handled so gently. You weren’t an expert healer by any means but Itachi can tell you’re intelligent and your knowledge for poisons was something that exceeded his own. You had a steady hand and it lulls him into another deep sleep, his head lolling slightly to the side as he once again slips into unconsciousness.

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Chapters 1-14^^^^

Until Dawn Breaks

Update

Chapter Fifteen: Suffocate

Summary: “You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning.

You feel it, between your chest and your throat,

the weight of it stretching you outside yourself,

like a dead fish on the shore.”

― M.E.H

Updated: 20/01/2023

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Me: wants to write realistic smut

Also me: writes Kisame with two dicks

#naruto #hoshigaki kisame #fanfic confessions #microblog #called out

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Work Under Water

6. Chapter: Washed onto the Next Best Shore

Kisame finally explains why he continues to flirt - and shows it, too.

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Hey there, sorry for the long wait. I had lots of stuff going on in my life, and I don't know, possibly had writer's block without even realizing it. Now though, I feel like I can do something about these left and abandoned stories again. If that "something" is good or not, that's not for me to judge. I hope you guys like this new addition. Thanks for reading and have fun :D

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The first date was a resounding success. After swimming with Kisame, the two of you laid on the grass and dried under the sun, and even though you hid away beneath your towel, that talk had felt like Kisame truly tried to get to know you on a deeper level. The conversation with him grew deeper as well, continuing all throughout the afternoon and the better part of dinner. The sun nearly vanished in the darkening sky as Kisame dropped you off at the lake again, where your parked car still waited.

As you opened the door of the truck in the nearly empty parking lot and wanted to climb out, Kisame was faster. One hand landed on your arm, holding you back before you could slip away.

“Have a good night, (Y/N).”

The casual touch made your breath hitch. Fuck. How could something so simple as the touch of a hand on your arm could be this fantastic to you? Was it the fact that only a few people ever did this? Touch you just for the sake of touching you?

Fuck, am I really that touch-starved?

He has me in the palm of his hand, for sure.

Does he know? I hope not. 

A smile formed on your face, easy and light. “I hope you have a good night, too.”

His smile turned up a few notches. “Oh, now it definitely is. And think about a second date with me, alright?”

Without a question in your mind, there would be a second date. God, you needed a second date. Like the damned crave for sweets at 2am hit you with a vengeance, you needed that second date. And a third, a fourth, and so on. After just one date with Kisame, you wanted more. More of his voice, more of his touch, more of him in all varieties. Being so addicted to him in a matter of a few hours should scare you, but on the contrary: you felt like you were floating as you walked over the hard parking lot towards your car, got in and waved one last time before you drove off. 

Kisame waited until you left the lot safely, only then he left as well. Making sure you were on your way home, before he went to his own home. A kind gesture, and one you appreciated greatly. On the few dates that you had, the men tended to try to shoot their shot, and when you made clear that nothing sexual would happen on the first date, their play-pretend interest in you evaporated like morning dew under the hot summer sun. 

Barely at home, you fought with yourself a little bit before texting Kisame. Was it too soon? Too rash? Too much? The questions swirled around in your head, but that couldn’t stop your fingers from typing out a message to him and sending it off. 

>It was a wonderful first date. Thank you so much for this day. :)

The answer came in an instant. Like Kisame had waited for your message with his phone in his hands.

>It was my pleasure. Sooo… About that second date…?

A little smile flashed over your face.

> I would love to. If you’re up for it.

> Now that you agreed, you’re not getting off the hook that easily.

It should feel like a threat. Something dangerous and threatening, something anxiety-inducing. Instead, there was a warm tingle spreading from the pit of your stomach all throughout your body. Still in your clothes and with your skin feeling suspiciously like you had a sunburn, you fell into your bed, all the while pressing your phone to your chest. 

You could try. You would, that much was clear. But you didn’t expect that tingle and the warmth, the little fluttering of your heart when Kisame gave again confirmation that he wanted to see you again. 

For the second date, you picked the location. Even though it was tempting to simply pick the secret spot at the lake once more, you went with a simple picnic in the park, followed by a walk through the greenery. Seeing Kisame with clothes on was still a bit weird, and you somehow expected him to wear a pair of swimming shorts beneath the rough jeans he wore to the date. Together with the marine-blue loose t-shirt, which still managed to cling to his muscles in all the right ways, it made Kisame easily the most attractive man in the park. 

A fact a few people also noticed. And they noticed you beside that attractive man, walking beside him, talking with him, being touched by him. And some obviously asked themselves what you had so Kisame spent his time with you.

He noticed. Of course, he did, you weren’t that secretive about your growing insecurity. 

Suddenly, Kisame stopped in his tracks. You nearly walked past him, but paused and turned ever so slightly to him. “What’s the matter?”

“You’re thinking way too loudly.” His askew cheeky grin made your heart pound harder in your chest. He reached out, and when his big fingers closed around your smaller hand, your heart felt like leaping out of your throat. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“And what?” Despite the anxiety chewing at your insides, you dared to raise your chin in defiance. “What could I possibly think?”

“That you’re somehow not worthy to be here with me. That you’re not good enough. That the others look at you with disdain.” Kisame stepped a little bit closer. Just enough for the tips of his shoes to hit yours. Somehow, the new closeness stole your breath away. “But,” he leaned even closer, so close his mouth was tantalizing you with its look, and you could feel his breath ghost over your face, “but I want this. I want you. Only you. Never forget that.”

It didn’t matter anymore that the two of you were standing right on a neatly cared path leading through a wide park, with lots of people nearby to stare at the very open closeness between the two of you. But with your heart pounding and your blood rushing in your ears, you couldn’t care less. There was only Kisame, his scent, his body. All of him, and you were drowning. 

Will he…?

Oh god, no.

Oh god, yes. Yes, please.

For a few long moments, you wished and prayed that he would lean down further. That  you maybe found some courage and leaned in instead, to do what you wanted to do so desperately that it hurt. To feel his lips against yours, with the knowledge and security that he wanted you, warming you from within. 

But it didn’t happen. Kisame merely winked, like he could read your thoughts down to the comma, before straightening himself out. “I know what you want, little one. But you know what they say.”

“What?” You fell into step beside him, with your hand still held by his, his grip gentle and warm against your skin. 

“Third time, and by that I mean the infamous third date, is the charm.” Your hands, with the fingers tightly yet gently intertwined, swayed between your bodies. Such a nice touch, you forgot about anyone else but him.

It was so terribly easy to believe that it was real. You wanted to believe him, and part of you already did. Still, there was a tiny voice whispering and murmuring in your head. The voice was silent whenever you were with Kisame and talked with him, but it grew louder and louder whenever you were alone. 

Your insecurities were just muted when you were with him, not simply gone. You wished life would be that easy, but it rarely was. That was why you still felt like puking when you pulled up to the lake again, decked out with a two-piece swimsuit, light clothes and some light food, fitting for one of the last days of the summer. The nights got colder, sharp winds blew from time to time, and thankfully, rain started to come down more regularly. The last weeks of the hot drought took a toll on the environment, but in the next few days, the forecast announced rain and thunder.

Maybe, rain would fall even sooner than that. You could feel the humidity on your skin as you slipped out of your car, encompassing you like a coat as you made your way over to the beach. At the top of the hill, which descended into the sandy area, you could overlook the entire beach. Your eyes automatically went to the highest vantage point: the lifeguard seat. And there he was, the man you were casually — or maybe not so casually, as you hoped — seeing. Even over the distance, you could see how the man lounged in his chair, the long legs stretched out and dangling, one arm draped over the armrest, the other loosely holding onto a water bottle. A white tee hung from his shoulders, stuck to his skin in places where the sweat glued it to him. That meant he didn’t have to go into the water at all today, or just very early into his shift. 

You smiled. It also meant Kisame would be antsy to swim a few rounds. By now, you managed to find out one simple truth about the man: he loved to be in the water. A day spent without going for a swim was for him a wasted day. Even worse when it was hot and humid. 

You took a quick peek at your phone. Yeah, Kisame’s shift really was over in a few more minutes. Then, a little idea sparked in your brain. Yes, it was definitely a great idea. Before you knew it, you had opened your messenger app and typed out a quick message. Just a tiny hint of newly discovered cheekiness at play, and your thumb sent out the message before you could think too much about it. 

Of course, Kisame couldn’t really look at his phone. But only a few minutes after your message, the lanky guy with white hair stepped out of the small hut for the lifeguards. Without a hurry, he strolled over to the seat, with his arms crossed behind his head. 

Aah. Shift change. 

A bit late. And not hurrying in the slightest. 

Cheeky little…

Watching from afar was possibly even funnier than being up close. Like this, you could fully take in the scene: Kisame turning his head and spotting the younger lifeguard, who then climbed out of his seat and down from the higher vantage point. There, he waited, and waited, and waited for the younger guy to finally reach the stand, while he crossed his arms over his chest as he saw what you were witnessing. To say that he dressed the younger lifeguard down would be an overstatement. Just a small exchange of words, in which Kisame raised his fingers at the younger man, before walking off with wide strides. His eyes were intently set on his goal: the hut for the lifeguards. Only when he was halfway across the beach, he checked his phone, which he had placed into a small bag, together with his water bottle and sunscreen. All of those items were valuable for his job. 

He stopped in the middle of his tracks. Again, he read over the message, only for his head to snap up and scan his surroundings. 

> you’re looking good up there. Can’t wait to see you in the water, though. ;)

You knew he spotted you when his eyes met yours. Even over the distance, you could feel his look ghost over your body like fingers. From head to toe, he mustered you. A pleasant shudder wandered down your back, goose bumps peppering your arms and legs from the raw intensity of his look. Then, he raised his phone to his mouth, spoke for a moment, only to raise the same hand in a little wave. 

A few moments later, your phone pinged. Without looking, you knew the message was from Kisame. 

Just a short message, merely a few seconds long. You pressed the play button, your heart trembling at the prospect of hearing his voice already, while your eyes followed Kisame’s body, which had continued its way towards the hut.

“I’m looking good up there? Babe, why don’t you tell me stuff like this when I’m with you, huh? Then, I could at least tell you the same.”

A smile flashed over your lips. The way he said it… It sounded like he felt just as impatient as you possibly did. Yeah, you didn’t forget the stuff he said about the “third date”. Back at the park, it had been a promise, and now, it could become reality. 

Something deep down in your stomach curled. Curled and heated up, and the heat spread through all of your limbs. Subconsciously, you gripped your phone tighter. Fuck, you were down bad. Down bad for this man. Really, it was unfair.

Just so me to fall so much for someone.

Even if he’s into me, it’s like comparing an avalanche against some light snow. 

I’m sure I’m way more into him than he’s into me.

Before more doubts could arise, the door of the lifeguard-hut flew open, so hard that when it hit the wood of the wall, the entire building seemed to shake. 

Kisame stepped out, now dressed into a floral Hawaiian shirt, which was still open and fluttered around his naked torso more than it covered him up, and another pair of swimming shorts. 

“Sorry,” he spoke so loudly you could clearly understand him even over the distance, “won’t happen again. Have a nice day!” Before anyone could answer, Kisame threw the door shut again and came towards you in a half-jog, half relaxed walk. 

“Hey there.” His cheeky smile was infectious. Your own smile instantly brightened as he leaned down for a short hug. Just for a second, his arm around your shoulder pressed your body close to his, and the scent of sunscreen, lake water and something deeply musky enveloped you. Before you knew it, you took a deep breath in, and that breath kindled the heat inside of you. 

Yup. You were really down bad for him.

Kisame loosened the hug and stepped a small step back. His eyes flew up and down your figure, something akin to appreciation and possibly even adoration in his eyes. “Finally, I can return the compliment. You’re looking hot as hell today.”

“You’re overreacting.” Despite your insistence, you could feel how your face grew warmer. Such a simple compliment, and you were melting. Damn Kisame and his charm! Only barely, you lowered your eyes, only to flinch the tiniest bit when his fingers gently stopped you from doing so.

“Oh no,” Kisame grinned, “not today. Not when it’s the third date. You might think I have been terrible before, but you have seen nothing, babe.”

Babe. Uuurgh. 

Is it normal to get weak in the knees just because of that?

I never liked that nickname. But… I could get used to it.

And the way Kisame said it… Like he was caressing the syllable with his tongue, tasting every letter with the sensuality of a true, dedicated lover, with attention to detail and all the time on his hands. You really felt a little bit weak in the knees, just enough to excuse leaning into his hand as the one cupping your chin flattened against your face. 

“As much as I would love to stand here and grow roots with you,” his grin revealed more of his unusually sharp teeth, and just for a second, you imagined those teeth lightly digging into the sensitive skin of your shoulder, “I can’t wait to get alone with you. I have so much planned.”

“Planned?” you echoed. Really, it was hard to think at the moment. “What exactly?”

“Not much.” He shrugged. “Just a bit of swimming, relaxing, lying around in the sun, making out… You know, the usual.”

“Wait…” Did you hear that right? But before you could ask about what he said, Kisame’s thumb swiped over your lips, then suddenly fell away. Tingles spread all over your lips, making a whimper rise in your throat. What the hell was going on today with him? 

“I’m afraid I can’t wait. You neither. Let’s go to our spot, alright? Then we can… talk. And do the other things I mentioned.”

Your heart pounded at the speed of lightning as Kisame tugged gently at your hand, then started to walk towards the sandy parking lot. Also, your mind was reeling at the things which just happened. Like he promised, the third date would surely be memorable and a wild ride on top of that.

Heh. Wild ride.

Oh, shut up.

But yes. I hope it will be a wild ride.

Your face grew even warmer as you listened to your own horny thoughts. You definitely enjoyed some written porn occasionally, but your own sexual experiences were kind of limited. So, now, with the prospect of being thrust into that kind of situation, you were overcome with a totally different kind of jitter than before.

The walk back to the car was easily forgotten in your mind. The only part you could concentrate on with crystal-clear clarity was the feeling of your small hand in his, the many calluses, the way his fingers tightened as he led you towards his car, and the way his touch lingered just for a little bit longer before he let go, right when you were about to climb into his truck. 

You were still trying to get your warm face back under control when Kisame slipped into his own seat behind the wheel. But you were unsuccessful, measured at the newly awakened cheeky grin spreading across his face as he glanced at you before starting the engine. 

“Don’t,” you warned him, “just… don’t.”

“I haven’t said anything.”

“You’re thinking way too loudly.”

“Believe me,” Kisame craned his neck to leave his parking spot backwards, with one hand safely secured on your seat, the other at the wheel, “if you could truly read my thoughts, then I would be in hot water.”

“Why?”

“Because from the very first moment,” another glance to you, then Kisame turned his eyes completely towards the road ahead of him, “my thoughts about you were completely indecent.”

That did absolutely nothing to calm the raging flush on your face. Nor did it calm you down, with the quickly growing lust burning through your veins like a forest fire. It made you squirm around, wringing your fingers together even though it was in plain sight for Kisame, and the need and want for something you barely really experienced made you press your thighs together.

A sudden hand captured yours, pressing it to the top of your thigh. The touch made the squirming even worse, but you definitely couldn’t wring your hands anymore, not like this. 

“Nothing to say to that revelation?” he asked. His tone was deep and rich, all smooth honey and rich smoke. “Or are you so blown away by that?”

“I honestly don’t know what to say,” you admitted, “and, to continue being honest, I’m also really, really overthrown by your sudden… advances.”

“Advances?”

“Yes, advances. I…” You swallowed dryly, all the while your thumb twiddled with his index finger. “I never had someone… saying such things to me.”

“It’s about time, then.”

“But why now?” The pad of your thumb circled the rough knuckle of his index finger. You stopped for a moment, thought and sorted your thoughts, before continuing. Slowly, with every word weighing on your tongue like iron. “Why… The first two dates were, like… They felt like you wanted to get to know me. This… now it feels like you only want to get into my pants.”

He shrugged. “Can’t I want both at the same time?”

“Yes, of course. But… it was never like that with me.”

“And that’s,” he slowed down the truck, preparing to turn into the small pocket leading into the forest, “exactly the reason why I’m doing it.”

His answer confused you even more. What was that supposed to mean? Some kind of twisted pleasure in seeing you all flushed and flustered? Was that it? Deep down, though, you knew that wasn’t the solution. No, the real answer to the question felt like the one thing you feared a little bit, because it would be so hard to accept: that he was genuinely interested in you. In your personality and in your body, desired both, even. 

As you struggled your way through the thought process, Kisame parked the truck between the trees. As he fastened the handbrake, he had to pull his hand away, but as soon as the engine was off, his touch was back. Insistent yet gentle, unfolding your fingers and allowing them to curl around his hand again.

Your eyes were glued to that miraculous sight. A big hand wrapped around yours, obviously enjoying the feel of your hand in his. 

“The reason,” he started, and his voice seemed to fill every nook and cranny of the car, “is so simple. Because you hinted at something like this on our last date.”

“I did?”

As far as his seat and the limited space allowed, Kisame scooted around. “Yeah. Really, only hinted at. Took me some time to get it.”

“What a relief.” Even though you weakly chuckled, your insides seemed to freeze. What could he have possibly been thinking? 

“You don’t have a lot of experience with… things like this. Relationships. Romance.” Kisame paused. “Sex. And together with other, very human insecurities, resulted in you being nervous around me.”

“You noticed?”

“Babe,” another shudder wandered down your back, so strong you had to close your eyes, “it was pretty hard not to notice.”

“Right.” You still didn’t look up, just continued to twiddle with his fingers. “And why now this… this charm-offense?” 

“Cool people also call it flirting, you know? And I want to flirt with you because I hope that it will boost your confidence a bit. And make you actually believe that I’m interested in you. Mind, body, the entire package,” he answered. His fingers flexed around yours, only to gently slip away. “But if you don’t want that, just tell me and I will stop. Alright?”

“Alright,” you mumbled. The heat on your face would probably stay there forever. No chance to go back to your original body temperature, not when Kisame was so close and so charming. As you climbed out of the car, while he was busy unloading the back of his trunk, you tried to make sense of the revelation.

Kisame wants to flirt with me.

Because he wants to give me some confidence in myself.

And because he finds me attractive.

You couldn’t believe it fully, not yet. But maybe, just maybe, you believed it a tiny bit more than before. And as you continued to watch him, with his sweaty muscles moving right below the fabric of his tee, something inside your chest grew. The small spark of hesitant craving, kindled by the touches and his comments and his unwavering want for you to believe in him, grew more and more. 

Fuck, you wanted him. Wanted this. And just once, you wanted to… Just once, you wanted to be brave and confident and sexy, all the things you never had been. But somehow, he saw those qualities in you, and when he described you in the brightest colors… you felt instantly ten kilos lighter, with your heart leaping out of your chest and a smile lifting the corners of your mouth.

And you tried. Kisame was still busy unloading the truck, setting down bag after bag onto the ground. So, he didn’t look into your direction when you stepped up behind him, but he definitely noticed your tentative hand reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Just a small touch. Nothing big, merely your fingers gracing over the curve of his shoulder. The first contact initiated by you, because you wanted to. 

The reaction was instant. Kisame stopped all of his movement. A tremble flared through him, but he held impossibly still. A statue, just for you. For you to touch and explore and discover. Again, your hand reached over, followed the sharp curve of his shoulder. Down, to the iron cable of his biceps. The muscle twitched beneath your touch, just a small flare. But you felt it; felt the miniscule motion in the palm of your hand, as well as a wave of heat washing through your veins. 

You continued the careful discovery of Kisame’s arm, while the newly found and small spark of bravery made you open your mouth and form words which forced itself into existence. 

“You make me want to be the person you see in me, Kisame. Really, I want to. But…” You shrugged weakly. “I don’t know how.”

When Kisame moved, your hand fell away. His warmth though didn’t. He turned and stepped closer, so close you were forced to look up into his face as your nose would have otherwise hit his sternum. He looked down on you, and you couldn’t help but squirm beneath his gaze. 

If he touches me right now, I will spontaneously combust.

“I can give you a hint, if you want.” His face was suddenly closer. Startled, you stepped backwards, but there was only the side of the truck. Kisame followed, effectively blocking you in, and leaving you with nothing but weak knees, a quickly beating heart and the nervous jitter of anticipation rummaging through your body. He closed in on you, with his arms extending, caging you in between the truck and his naked chest, only framed by the flaps of his floral Hawaiian shirt.

“Is that enough of a hint?” His eyes fluttered down to your mouth, only to flick back up again. “Or do you need… more proof?”

“Yes.” You almost didn’t recognize your own voice, all breathless and needy. Barely above a whisper, and despite the closeness, you weren’t sure if Kisame heard you. But before you could speak up again, he leaned in, and you knew.

Knew when his lips met yours. Barely contained hunger, mixed with hard-earned experience, still a bit wet and tasting of the lake, but still so uniquely him — the kiss was all Kisame, and you could do nothing but ride it out. And god, you wanted to ride it out. With a low moan vibrating deep in your throat, you opened your mouth. Needing him, all of him. Your arms came up, small hands splayed across strong shoulders, holding on just barely, clawing into the warm skin and tight cords of muscles. A gasp was drowned in his mouth as his tongue met yours, first shy and playful, only to flick across your lips with devilish intent. Just for a moment, he pulled back, and you could feel his lips smiling against your mouth. 

“You’re burning for me, babe. So eager and innocent to feel.” His grin widened just a fraction, before he pressed another quick kiss to your lips, albeit it wasn’t any less hot and made your toes wiggle in your shoes. It left you dizzy, with your head spinning, and your eyes fluttered open just in time to see Kisame’s half-lidded eyes and the quickest flash of sharp teeth. At that, your knees grew weak. Fuck, now you were happy about the truck in your back as it kept you upright and standing in the face with Kisame’s… entire being.

He’s… so fucking hot. I’m melting.

Am I melting? Yeah, to a freaking puddle right at his feet, begging to be stepped on. 

Internet horniness has ruined me in that regard. Because I’m so close to just asking to be stepped on.

Thankfully, you didn’t actually ask that. Just a pitiful little whimper left your mouth as Kisame stepped away, with his eyebrows wiggling like the devil he was.

“And please believe me when I say,” his eyes raked up and down your figure, taking every little detail — the slightly disheveled hair, the reddened lips, the hazy look in your eyes — in, “that I’m burning for you just as much, babe. Maybe even more so.”

Only slowly, the meaning of his words filtered through the fog of deep craving for another kiss. He wanted you. Wanted to kiss you, wanted to touch you. But the insecurity inside you still reared its ugly head, slithering around and whispering about your size, your looks and your taste in clothes. As you picked up your stuff and followed Kisame down the beaten path into the forest, you were still pondering. Pondering and trying to reason with yourself. 

Will I ever feel secure? Secure enough to not doubt this every minute of the day?

Will Kisame continue to be this understanding? Or will I annoy him soon enough with my constant self-doubt?

I don’t know what to do. I just don’t know. 

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