#akatsuki fanfic

[mrsbakashi]

MINE

summary: your boyfriend is not happy when he hears you were walking around the village with another guy, so he pays you a little visit.

words: 2K

a/n: i just wanted to write this other side of obito that also lives in my head. i took some liberties. english is hard.

⚠️ c.w: jealous-possessive obito, low-key (or not) violent behavior, smut (duh), kinda angsty by the end.

you were in your bedroom, laying on your bed with the light on, finishing the first chapter of the book you bought with kakashi a few hours ago when you heard the doorbell. you checked your clock and it marked 8:12 pm. weird. you rarely had any visitors, specially at night.

you put the book aside when you heard your father talking with someone. your parents had come to spend the weekend with you because they "saw you little since you moved out". you were touched by the act, but you were better off left alone, which is why you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep early and was alone in your bedroom a few seconds ago.

your father laughed, which made you more curious... who could it be?

- y/n! - your father called, before turning around and seeing you. - oh, you're there, i hadn't seen you. this charming little guy is here to see you... sorry, what did you say was your name again?

you froze in place the second you saw him, recognizing the orange mask right away. uh-oh.

- tobi! - obito replied with that ridiculous voice he used to give tobi life, laughing at the end and raising his arms. his voice was loud and happy, but his eye focused on you and you felt every single hair on your body shiver.

- tobi! - your father repeated laughing, finding the name funny, then looking at your mother and saying: - his name's tobi!

your mother laughed too, but you couldn't see what was so funny in a ridiculous name and an annoying personality. the truth is maybe you would be laughing with your parents if you weren't so damn terrified.

you were in trouble. you just knew it. if obito was at your house on a normal saturday night while your parents were visiting, it meant you were in trouble. your heart was beating so fast you felt like it could jump right out of your chest any second. obito didn't take his eyes off of you, not even when he was laughing with your parents.

- so, tobi, why don't you come in? - your father invited, opening the door a bit more, giving obito space.

- no! - you screamed before obito could answer. - no, i mean... we can talk outside, i feel like walking a little, breathing the night air, you know.

- take your coat! - your mom recommended.

you took your coat from the coat hanger next to the door and promised your parents you'd be right back, knowing damn well that you couldn't really promise anything when it came to obito.

as soon as your father closed the door, obito grabbed your arm and you were sucked into a place you didn't even know where it was.

- ouch! - you complained when he finally let go of your arm, practically tossing you off. his grip was harder than it needed to be, and you were sure that would leave a bruise.

- ouch? is all you have to say? ouch?! - he asked, ripping the mask off, looking at you outraged. - i'll show you what pain really looks like. - he threatened.

your stomach was agitated because of how nervous you were. obito could be violent, rough and vengeful when he wanted to be, having an insane amount of ways of punishing and torturing you.

- i'm sorry...? - you tried.

- exactly what are you sorry for?

- for whatever it is that i did this time. or what you think i did.

he came suddenly - a second ago he was four steps away from you, and now there he was, hovering you, giving you no way out, stuck between his body and the wall behind you.

- i don't think, princess, i know.

he put two fingers on your chin to force you to look up at him when you tried to look away.

- i'm sorry... - your tried again.

- what are you sorry for? - he asked.

- tell me what i did, and i'll tell you what i'm sorry for...

obito grabbed your ponytail and pulled it down violently, making you arch your back to follow the movement your head did since your hair was attached to it. you almost screamed, but obito covered your mouth, his face millimeters from yours.

- you're trying to be funny, but i don't like it when you're trying to be funny.

a single tear fell from your left eye and that seemed to soften him a little. he let go of your hair, but his hand circled your neck.

- i heard you were whoring around the village with kakashi today, in a pretty tiny, tiny yellow dress... probably the one i sent you last week.

- obito, don't even start, kakashi and i are just friends...

- yeah? - he interrupted you. - just friends? i know how well you treat your friends... i was your friend once, in case you don't remember.

his grip around your delicate throat was harder and it got a little hard to breath.

- we were just friends until you helped me feel better at the hospital... do you remember that day, darling?

- obito, stop! - you pleaded, trying to push him away.

- 'twas the day you became mine, i claimed your body, i marked you, you're mine!

you tapped his hand when his grip got even stronger, your face turning a little red. he took his hands off of you and and took two steps back, breathing deeply, but all you could see was the fury in his eye.

- it's unacceptable that i leave for two weeks and you already forget that i own you!

- i'm allowed to have friends, you know! and, unless you lock me up, i have to interact with other people. it's called living in society! i know you've been isolated for a long time and-

- don't give me ideas, princess... - he threatened you.

- you're being unreasonable!

- no, you are! whoring around the city with a douchebag while your boyfriend is working? you're just a pathetic needy slut, aren't you? - his hand was back on your neck, body pressed hard against yours.

- you're cute when you're jealous. - you teased.

obito put his lips on your so urgently, so violently you were sure he had cut your lip and you would feel the impact later, but right now all you needed was his tongue filling your mouth, his hands all over, his body pressed hard against yours. you threw your hands around his neck and he tightened a little the grip around your throat getting a moan from you.

- just a pathetic slut. - he repeated, biting your lower lip.

- shut up and kiss me, you idiot.

obito glued his lips back to yours and pressed his hips against yours - you could feel his erection against your leg, which made you feel like your body was on fire.

- were you trying to get my attention? were you hoping somebody was watching so they could tell me?

obito's hand traveled down your body, leaving a burning trace behind it, then finally entering your pants.

- yes! - you unconsciously screamed when his fingers found your clit, closing your eyes automatically.

you heard him laugh while his fingers draw those lazy circles he was so good at.

- i bet he wouldn't know how to touch you, where to touch you.

- no, he wouldn't...

obito kissed you to keep you from screaming while he put two fingers inside you. you moaned on his lips and hanged your leg on his hip to give him more space, which made him smile.

his fingers were working wonders inside you, arching, stretching your walls just enough, preparing you, finding your sweet spot with no effort, and then hitting it again and again and again, keeping on the edge, but not quite there yet. you needed a little more, and he knew it.

- obito, please! - your cried, leaning your forehead against his.

- i know you can beg better than that.

he added a third finger, speeding the circles on your clit, which made your body shiver.

- please, please, pretty please...

you were so lost in him, completely given. you would do whatever and however he said.

he lifted your head to look at your eyes.

- please what?

you didn't answer, and that didn't make him happy. he pulled his hand out and you never felt so empty.

- oh, please, don't be mean, i'll be good, i will, i promise!

- you promise?

you nodded frenetically, anything to keep his hands where you wanted him.

obito kissed you, caressing your tongue with his own and drinking your moans when he forced himself inside of you, stretching you, making you feel better than his fingers ever could, making you feel so good, so full. you wrapped your legs around his waist, his left hand was firm on your hip keeping you in place, while the other was still firm around your neck. his pace was rough, hard, fast, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix violently, but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan and hold on to him.

- does it feel good?

- so good!

- can anyone else make you feel like this?

- no, no one...

he grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, watching your lips part.

- you're mine. do you understand that?

you nodded, looking pathethic, sinking your nails on his shoulders when the knot in your abdomen got thighter and thighter. he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you needed more of him, feel him with every inch of your body, so you pulled him impossibly close, as if you could melt into him.

- babe... - was all you said, dropping your weight on him, feeling weak.

obito knew you were close and, being the sucker that he was for you, he knew he was almost there just because you cumming was the hottest sight in the whole universe.

to be honest he wanted to punish you, to torture you; he wanted to tie you to a bed and tease and tease until you couldn't take it anymore, and then denying your orgasm until your fainted and learned the lesson, until you remembered you were his alone, but how could he do any of those things if just by looking at made him feel like he was capable to declare war against the entire world just to make you smile. but you were his - always have been and always would be. his.

your walls started clenching around him, the knot on your abdomen finally releasing when you came, moaning obito's name directly on his mouth, something he always found incredibly sensual. obito used both his hands to keep you in place while his pace got faster, harder and he grunted while you tried to hang on a little longer for him to have his release, though you were so sensible.

- mine! - he growled, finally emptying himself inside you, but never pulling out.

he kept his hand around your waist, holding you up so you wouldn't fall. it took a while for you both to recover your breath and strength. obito always treated you like that, rocking your entire world.

- i missed you, i missed you so much. - you confessed running your hands through his face.

- i missed you too, baby girl. - he kissed the palm of your hands.

- i hate it when you're away. i hate it so much.

obito's answer was to kiss you softly, barely touching your lips, and you just stayed there for several minutes - your legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside you, your hands touching his face, memorizing the texture of his skin, the muscles he used to kiss you, the ones he used to smile, all there, at the tip of your fingers.

- you should go back, your parents are probably worried. - he finally broke the kiss, pushing your legs down.

- come back with me, spend the night, please, please, please...

- i can't... i have a lot to do.

obito wiped the tears that insisted on falling from your eyes and you pulled him in for another kiss.

- promise me you'll be careful, promise me you'll be back soon.

- i'll do my best.

obito's a rms let go of you, and the cold air hit you hard, compared to the heat of his body. you felt cold, lonely and empty - he was leaving again, and you didn't know when you would see him next, or if you would. there were a lot of people hunting the real leader of the akatsuki, and every mission was so dangerous... you lived with high levels of anxiety all the time, and obito was to blame. the worst part is that there was nothing you could do about it, he would never take you with him and put your life in danger, but he couldn't stay either, not when everyone thought he was dead and/or considered him a threat.

obito pulled you in for a last hug and kissed your lips gently, then traced kisses through your jaw line and whispered on your ear:

- remember you're mine. if i see you walking around with kakashi again i won't be responsible for my actions.

and then you were back at the front of your house and he was gone, just like that. the only thing that indicated he had been there was his smell lingering in the air and the red mark around your neck.

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[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. 

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

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[cosmic-glow]

Could I ask for a sfw hidden drabble for a ready who's extremely good at horror special effects makeup?

Using makeup and liquid latex to create realistic wounds during Halloween is my passion and becuase of it I tend to volunteer at any Haunted house I can, it's fun!

Notes: Omg that's so incredible and cool!! I love it! I'm really sorry I wasn't able to post this on halloween, but I hope you still enjoy it, good reading, darling!

Halloween Night with Hidan 🎃

Warnings: SFW, mentions of blood and death, bad language, reader gender not specified.

- Killer at home! - Hidan shouted as he crossed the front door, bringing the sweets you had asked for.

The house was already all decorated for halloween night, you were getting ready to welcome the children who would ring the doorbell, or rather, to scare them. It's something that has become a tradition between you and Hidan, seeing them running in fear of you made you two fall to the ground with laughter.

- You know honey, we're going to have to get tough this year, those damn kids aren't scared of anything anymore. I just heard a girl calling Michael Myers cute. What the hell are they giving to these little shits these days?!

He could see the kitchen light on down from the hall, it was where you were making desserts for the two of you to eat while watching horror movies later that night. Hidan finished sorting the packets of candy at the entrance counter when he noticed your strange silence.

- Honey? Are you listening to me?! - he said as he crossed the hall.

The kitchen window was wide open, the wind rushing in, there was a bowl and other utensils on the counter, hints that a recipe had begun, but no sign of you. Hidan stopped and called your name, confused, expecting you to appear from anywhere just to scare him. Looking discreetly around to try to find you before the scare he noticed a stain on the floor that came from behind the counter. A bloodstain.

With a slight smile on his face, already imagining what it would be, he approached, being able to better glimpse the vision. Lying behind the counter was you, the source of the bleeding, your body static and pale in the large pool of blood on the floor.

- Wow, good to know you're in the mood, darling. "Dead partner" is a very creative fantasy.

You didn't respond, you didn't move a single muscle, your body remained static on the cold floor.

- This well baby. That's enough, you can get up. I'll help you clean up this mess.

There was a suffocating silence in the room. Even Hidan who never found this a disturbing sight felt a shiver on the back of his neck, which made him react instantly. "Come on dear, soon the kids will be here, that's enough" he said bending down to lift you up. Grabbing your arm, your body turned sloppily, revealing your face to the man, who carried a static feature, eyes wide and cloudy, lips dry and parted, a look of dread that reflected on Hidan's face when he noticed the large wound in your stomach that was still gushing blood, too deep to be just makeup. "Alright y/n this has gone too far, come on wake up" he said trying to hide the sharp desperation in his voice as he lightly smacked his palm against your face. But you didn't react, your features remained the same as blood ran down your clothes.

Hidan called out your name nervously while shaking you, "y/n if this is a joke I swear it-" and only then did he notice further behind you, below the window, a bloodstained kunai, its shape was different, no could be yours. Looking around now he noticed the clear signs of fight at the scene, suddenly everything became so obvious.

The window wide open, some utensils knocked over, the kunai next to the window where the assassin had fled, but he still didn't want to believe what was right before his eyes.

- Y/n, you scared me enough, now please talk to me, okay?!

He looked into your eyes that remained glassy, clouded and startled, your mouth still open and dry, your cold body heavy against his chest. Even reluctantly, Hidan's face was visibly worried, with teary eyes he weakly called your name one last time.

- Y/n, please… - And like every other time there was no answer.

And when man's first tear fell, you fell with it. "I can't hold it anymore"- you got up finally able to laugh.

- Your damn!! I knew it!- Hidan's posture changed even though he still had the tearful expression on his face.

- Your face at the end, I couldn't take it! - you said amid laughter - Hey, don't get so mad, glad that it's just a joke, right?! I am fine!

Said when he got up carelessly with you, who was lying on his lap.

- And you'll clean it all up yourself! You- he was looking for a curse that would express all the anger he was feeling, but all he got was a frustrated growl- I should offer you to Jashin for that!

- It's okay, it's okay, calm down...

You got up off the floor, the fake stomach wound still spilling some blood.

- And how the fuck did you do that?! - He points to the hole in your belly.

- Lots of makeup and fake blood… maybe a little chakra to make it work the way I wanted, who knows… my custom has to be on the same level as my partner's, right?

You smiled at him and walked over, a little massage for his ego since it was indeed easy for him, with his immortality, to dress up for halloween in the most absurd and bloody ways possible.

- Did you like it? - you put your arms around his neck.

- As hell. You're not kidding this year, babe…- he put his hands on your waist.

- The house of horrors and the horror movie are still on after we scare some kids?

- Absolutely - he smiled before sealing your lips.

You really make a perfect couple.

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[yourblankey]

Snow-Woman

Pairing: platonic!Deidara x platonic!fem!reader, platonic!Hidan x platonic!fem!reader, platonic!male!OC x platonic!fem!reader

Genre: crack, comedy, christmas time, detailed snow-woman, snow ball fights

Summary: Deidara and Hidan drag Y/n and Yumo (male oc) out of the lair— even when Pain had advised them not to go outside for the day— to build a snow-woman.

WARNING: inappropriate language, swearing, mentions of female body parts, violence(?), touching, and Hidan.

A/N: Another re-write! For those who might be confused, Yumo is the male OC that is Y/n's partner in the Akatsuki.

It was a snowy, cold day near the Akatsuki's hideout. The members of said organisation were ordered to stay indoors due to the height of the snow that had fallen the night before.

But two Akatsuki members just couldn't keep their excitement for snow in their minds. And they just had to force two other members to come with them.

"Y/nnnnnnnn! Come on! It's bright and cool outside." Deidara whined to Y/n while trying to pull her out of bed. With her strength, she held onto the bed stand to prevent Deidara from getting her out of bed. "It's way too bright. Besides, Pain said not to go out today."

The long-haired boy groaned and sat on her bed. "If you don't come out, I'll rip your books." She opened her eyes just a little bit and looked at him.

"You wouldn't dare."

"You're right, I wouldn't dare.”

She stays silent for about five seconds before sighing. "Fine fine I'll get ready. But we better not get caught. I'm only going out so I can get some of that nice, fresh air. I can't stand the smell in this hideout."

"Afraid of your own kind, Yumo? Just get the hell out of bed!" The sleeping boy did not respond to the jashinist. "Dammit man! What's the harm?" Hidan slaps Yumo's leg, but creates no effect on the male. "Pain." Yumo responds tiredly.

Deidara walks into the room with a tired Y/n. Yumo finally looks up. "Yeah, everyone. Come to my room. We're having a party." He voices sarcastically.

"Man you too? Though you would want to be with your family." Deidara said, pointing to the window. "Oh wait you can't see them." Yumo's head snaps up to retort about the offensive comment until Hidan had shot the curtains open. The light immediately covered the room; the colour and brightness of the snow made it worse.

"ACK!" Yumo yelled out in surprise and covered his eyes. Y/n closed her eyes and fell onto her partner's bed. "You two are just overreacting. Now get dressed up. We're gonna go outside."

The four Akatsuki members step further away from their base. "Did we really have to come out now? It's still snowing for Pain's sake..." Y/n muttered, taking big steps in the 3-inch snow. "He's going to deduct our pay for not listening!" She continued, kicking the snow at Hidan. "Hey! Watch it bit—"

Deidara turned to the three. "We'll be back in soon! Besides, deducting our pay would be too much." Yumo scoffed. "Too much? Pain himself is too much." Y/n and Hidan nod in agreement.

Then Deidara stopped in his place. "This is it. Today, lady and gentlemen, we're making a snow-woman!" Hidan clapped while Yumo and Y/n remained silent.

"Okay now what does that have to do with us?" Yumo asked, clearly tired of Deidara's and Hidan's shenanigans. "Well Hidan is a pervert and will know the sizes and shapes of a woman's body—" The gray-haired male's head snaps towards the Barbie.

"HEY—"

"Y/n is a woman herself. Self-explanatory."

"DON'T IGNORE ME—"

"And Yumo, my friend..."

Deidara approaches Yumo and places his hands on his shoulder. "You know everything about the human body." Then it was a quiet staring contest between the two until the blunt male breaks it. "It's snow."

Hidan was rolling the second ball of snow for the torso of the body. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." Yumo muttered, patting the snow on the body.

The jashinist placed the second ball on top of the bottom a little too aggressively that pieces of the snow splattered onto Yumo and Y/n. "Calm down you jack-ass." The only lady said, kicking his ankle. "You calm down, woman." He said, looking at Deidara.

The yellow-haired male was panting heavily while rolling a small ball of snow for the head. "Tired already?" Y/n called out, shaping out the torso. "S-Shut up!" Deidara exclaimed out of embarrassment and exhaustion.

The female sighs. "Hidan, get the boobs." He nods and puts his hands on her chest. "What the fuck are you doing? I meant for the snow-woman you stupid twat!" He quickly takes his hands off, afraid of getting hit by Y/n. He quickly walks away and gathers small balls of snow.

Yumo comes back from who knows where and shows Y/n two pebbles. "Nipples." He simply says and she nods. "Accurate."

After a few minutes, the four had successfully created a life-sized snow-woman. Hidan yelled out in victory, hitting Yumo's arm.

Yumo had a snow ball bawled up in his hands. After a second of Hidan hitting his arm, he swung his hand right in the other male's face and shoved the snow in his mouth.

Y/n and Deidara laughed and stepped back. Hiss immediately spat out the snow. "Y-You choked me!" Hidan grabbed snow from behind him and attempted to swing the ball at Yumo but he ended up hitting the female. "Oh shit—"

Y/n got some snow and flung it at Hidan. Deidara decided to join in and also got snow. He hit Hidan's ass pretty hard. "WHY THE HELL IS EVERYONE HITING ME?!"

He began kicking the snow towards Yumo who had dodged it. At this point, the three youngsters circled around Hidan and attacked him with snow balls.

Deidara threw the snow ball at Hidan, though he dodged and the ball ended up hitting Yumo. "Oops." The white-haired male threw a snow-ball back to the Barbie, who yelped and threw himself to the side.

Yumo and Y/n start attacking both Hidan and Deidara. The two partners were side by side, hitting the other members who were hiding behind trees.

"HEY THATS NO FAIR THE STRONGEST MEMBERS ARE ATTACKING BOTH OF US!" Hidan screamed, trying to throw another snowball at Y/n but she hits him right in the face. Deidara laughs at him, making him growl. "Oh yeah, you little girl?!" He throws a snow ball at him. "Hey!"

They all laughed and screamed at each other while throwing snow-balls at each other's faces. It was probably the most fun they've had in a while.

Though unfortunately, their fun was cut short. A familiar orange-haired leader had come out, knowing that his youngest members were up to no good. He growled in annoyance. He wasn't at all surprised but he was disappointed.

"Everybody." The four immediately froze in their places, snowballs in hand and poses intact. "I thought I had told you to stay indoors."

They all awkwardly straightened up and approached their leader, looking down and unable to meet his eye.

Pain looked down at them, his arms crossed and a face with no emotion except with a little anger. "I'm deducting 40% off your pay." The troublemakers then started making noises of dissatisfaction.

"C'mon Pain! We just wanted to have fun—"

"Play your ridiculous board games inside. Now go."

Deidara sighs and looks down, dejected. The four start slowly walking to the hideout. Hidan had an angry and defeated expression. Yumo had a blank expression. Y/n straight up looked sad.

"Man, this is all your fault..." Deidara muttered to Hidan, who irked at the comment. "MY FAULT?! THIS WAS YOUR IDEA." He yelled at him, making the Barbie cover his ears. "You might've scared off the entire area." Yumo mumbled, not wanting to talk but he wanted to insult him anyway. "SHUT UP!" Y/n slapped the back of his head, making the jashinist hiss in pain.

As the four were out of sight, Pain looked back at the snow-woman they had built. He started to walk around it.

"I see they had made a sculpture of a woman. With Yumo's skills, he was able to correctly determine the average size of breasts for this height. Hidan is just a pervert. Deidara knows how to shape and size it due to his useful skill for making clay. Y/n is a lady herself..." He mumbled to himself.

"... I guess I'll just deduct 30% off their pay. They did a good job, after all. Even during this weather. They even took the time to have that ridiculous snow ball fight." Pain finally said.

Then suddenly, the tree branch above him couldn't stand it any longer and dropped a lot of snow onto him.

#the akatsuki #the akatsuki x reader #fanfic #the akatsuki x you #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki fanfic #naruto #naruto shippuden #crack #comedy #hidan is a victim

[animexts]

Comforting a mentally exhausted S/O

Modern AU!

Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Neji and Itachi.

NARUTO MASTERLIST

A/N: Lately I've been fucking tired mentally, and I assume there might be a follower going through it too so...

A/N²: I will probably do this with Tokyo Revengers too.

Naruto Uzumaki

From the moment you woke up, you've noticed that you've gotten worse from the day before.

"Holy shit, today is going to be a rough day." You thought, closing your eyes tightly.

So yes, you decided you wouldn't go to school today, you don't have the strength for that

You snuggled into bed again to spend your depressing day in bed, when you heard your cell.

You sighed and reached over to answer the phone without reading the name.

"Are you ready yet? I'm coming to get you." Your boyfriend's excited voice came on the other end of the line making you want to cry, he was your ray of sunshine.

"I'm not going to school today."

"Why not? Are you sick?"

"I just... I can't."

With just that sentence, Naruto stops walking on the sidewalk and understands everything.

He had already noticed signs of your a few days ago.

I think she finally closed in on the edge. Naruto thought

"Well then, it looks like we'll be skipping class today."

"What? Naruto no-"

It was too late.

After almost an hour you hear someone knocking on your door and when you open it, you see your boyfriend full of bags and with an affectionate smile on his face.

He drops them on the floor and pulls you into a bear hug.

"My baby won't go through this alone."

Sasuke Uchira

Sasuke noticed that you weren't well from the moment he picked you up from your house, but decided not to pressure you.

He made it his mission to get you at least one smile.

He sat in the seat behind you during every class, so he could write little letters on his notebook paper, and deliver it to you without the teachers noticing.

"You look beautiful today, even with that tired face"

"Look, I think Naruto is going to drool on the table."

Those were some of the cards.

And Naruto was really about to drool if you ask me lol.

During the break, Sasuke took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, and winked at you with a soft smile, showing that he was there all along.

As you sat in the cafeteria, Naruto sat between the two of you, making Sasuke put on the funniest disgusted expression you've ever seen.

You smiled slightly, and Sasuke felt like a sun had risen in his head.

"Holy shit, what a beautiful thing" He thought.

"Sooo what are we going to do today?"

"Get out Naruto!"

Yes, seeing these two arguing is something we are all used to.

Skikamaru Nara

Shikamaru loves silence and everyone knows.

Turns out he doesn't like YOUR silence.

He loves to hear you just talk about his day, or tell him a bad joke, he just wants to hear your voice.

He looks at you sitting on the grass next to him in silence from the moment he arrived.

There was something wrong, and he needs to do something.

"Do you want to talk about that?"

"I'm not sure..."

He approaches you and you lean your head on his shoulder.

He leans his head on top of his and sighs.

"You're too precious for this world, you know?"

So during the afternoon you all sit there in silence, until he starts to feel his shoulder getting wet.

You're crying right now and as much as it hurts him, he knows you need it.

"I'm fine here love, it's okay."

Kiba Inuzuka

"You're not fine are you?"

It's the first thing he says to you as soon as you open the door.

"I'm here my love" He hugs you tight and you cry into his chest.

He brought Akamaru with him because he knows how much you like each other.

"Want to do something? we can just sleep too if you want"

He sits you on the bed and takes your face with both hands kissing your forehead, cheeks and finally your mouth.

"You're amazing okay? Let's get through this together."

Yeah, this had been a shit week, but you had Kiba Inuzuka with you so that was fine.

Neji Hyuuga

Neji is a very observant guy, so just from your walk he knew you weren't doing well.

"I get it, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to."

He gives you a kiss on the forehead and a peck on the mouth.

So all day he spoiled you in every way possible, buying you ice cream and carrying you on his back.

"Fuck leave her alone!" He would tell anyone who came close wanting to talk to you.

"I feel useless Neji."

That phrase took him by surprise.

"Hey! Don't you dare say that about yourself never listening again?"

He hugs you tight and lets you cry into his chest.

He doesn't want you to go through this alone because your pain is his pain.

Itachi Uchiha

"Why didn't you tell me you were at your limit my love?".

"I didn't mean to bother you..."

"You never could, come here let me take care of you"

So all day he made nice things for you to eat, since he knew you preferred his food.

He also combed your hair with all the care and love in the world.

Not to mention he watched all your favorite shows and cartoons with you.

And still listened to all your outburst with attention and affection in the eyes.

"I know things are tough right now, but please don't forget I'm with you."

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#naruto x reader #naruto x y/n #shikamaru x reader #naruto uzumaki #neji x reader #kiba x reader #shikamaru nara #shikamaru x y/n #itachi x reader #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfic #sasuke x reader #kiba #itachi imagines #itachi naruto #akatsuki

[ionahazuki]

Based on a thing I started writing and will never finish where the Akatsuki (sans Zetsu and Tobito) are resurrected into tiny baby bodies and dropped on Konoha's doorstep. After being transported to T&I, Sasori asks for Sakura by name. Hilarity ensues.

I'd decided that their biological ages were thirded, and since Sasori was 15 when he transitioned (so to speak), he is the youngest at 5. He gets a lot of shit for this from Deidara, who is 6.

(Kakuzu's age was thirded from just before he used Earth Grudge Fear, making he and Kisame the oldest, though they're still only preteens [[babysitters]])

#sakura haruno #sasori #sasosaku #naruto #sos #more like fArt #baby akatsuki #in case I draw more excerpts from this one #love drawing fanart of my own unfinished fanfic it's a passion of mine

[rashidax2]

Random Akatsuki Headcanons! (Once again, I was bored)

I feel like im forgetting some :(

★ Konan never runs out of toilet paper

★ Itachi, Zetsu, and Kakuzu read the ingredients before they drink/eat things

★ Hidan randomly screams "WHAT'S UP, BITCHES?!" whenever he walks into his room even if no one is in there.

★ Tobi sucks on his thumb while he's asleep

★ Pain bites his lips whenever he stubs his toe

★ Sasori once dreamed about sleeping on a tropical island in a bikini

★ Deidara prefers luke–warm showers

★ If Kakuzu existed in modern times, he would definitely own a gun collection.

★ Konan, Deidara, and Sasori would work at a club together to make fun of random people at the Bar

★ Itachi can make his thumb disappear

★ Pain punches walls when he's angry

★ Hidan secretly has a soft–side for babies.

★ Tobi likes his milk warm. The only time he likes cold milk is in the afternoon.

★ Pain is secretly very clumsy

★ Deidara accidentally sticks pencils up his nose whenever he zones out

★ Zetsu talks to his plant friends <3

#akatsuki #akatsuki headcanons #akatsuki scenarios #akatsuki x reader #naruto fandom #naruto fanfiction #konan #sasori #deidara #kakuzu #anime fanfic #naruto memes #hidan naruto #hidan fanfiction #akatsuki smut #naruto x reader #anime blog #black zetsu #white zetsu #i love bullying pain lol

[iwillfightgodandwin]

People shipping Sakura with literally anybody who is not Sasuke are really out here being like "Girl, you could do so much better."

#naruto #sakura haruno #sakura x sasuke #sakura x ino #sakura x itachi #I know so many #sakura x deidara #sakura x literally anyone in the akatsuki #sakura x kakashi #oh ya #it gets weirder #sakura x lee #sakura x neji #sakura x naruto obvs #theres are all fanfics I read btw #sakura x hinata #sakura x gaara #sakura x tenten #sakura x obito #i think this got too weird

[jaguarys]

The inherent eroticism of giving someone else your heart

#by the way this is immediately followed up by a little tiny bit of cannibalism (as all best things are) #fandom: naruto #type: fanfic #fic: currently untitled #hidan #hidan akatsuki #kakuzu x hidan #hidan naruto #kakuzu #akatsuki #kakuhida #hidakaku #kakuzu naruto #akatsuki kakuzu #kakuzu akatsuki #naruto kakuzu #naruto fanfiction #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto shippudden #fanfiction #fanfics #fanfic

[analviel]

I had a dream, now tell me if there's a fic of Cang Qiong Peak Lords turning into cats and finding them selves in the dubious care of an unknowing Shen Jiu. He's not the best caretaker but Shen Jiu is surprisingly more verbal with pets, while his students feed and pamper their shizun's surprising strays. Yue Qingyuan takes complete shameless advantage of not being shooed away as a cat when he would've been as a human. I think there was something about Shen Jiu finding them outside the Peak, and then bringing them briefly in the Warm Red Pavilion, I don't understand the timeline of my dreams, who knows what reason why no one noticed the dissapearance of the Lords. And I think Qiu Haitang made a brief appearance, as well as Liu Qingge causing Shen Jiu to meet Gongyi Xiao.

This was all Shang Qinghua's fault, of course.

If there's no reccomendation maybe this is a sign for anyone~

#cang qiong mountain sect lords #12 peak lords #but not twelve for some reason #my headcanon is they died in the war with Tianlang Jun #but they could also just be really isolated #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #svsss #yue qingyuan #shang qinghua #i think this came from an old wattpad akatsuki turns into cats fic I read when I was in junior high #mu qingfang #qi qingqi #wei qingwei #liu qingge #and i write #fanfic prompts

[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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Orochimaru, Deidara, Sasori, Konan, Sasuke & Kakuzu

Thanks For Reading and for the ask too!

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#itachi x you #itachi x oc #itachi x y/n #itachi x reader #itachi #itachi fanfiction #itachi fanfic #kisame #akatsuki #kisame x you #kisame x reader #pain x reader #pain x you #pain na #pain naruto #tobi x reader #tobi x you #tobi naruto #akatsuki x reader #akatsuki x you

[iyamaggies-blog]

Paralysis

Some Sasori smut yall! I still haven’t finished shippuden but I’m much closer! I started writing this when I first started shippuden and just finished it now so sorry if it starts off stronger than it ends 😅

“You look pathetic.” Sasori sneered as he looked down at the woman before him. Your eyes met his, shimmering with defiance and unkept anticipation despite your vulnerable position. Kneeling on the floor in front of him you wear nothing but his akatsuki cloak open to reveal your naked front to him. “It’s beautiful.” He murmurs opening up the chamber on his abdomen and allowing the thick cable cord and stinger to slither out

“You think I’m beauti-ful?” You taunt, voice catching at the sensation of his cool metal stinger dragging against your wet cunt followed by thick taut cable.

“I think you’re mouthy.” He retorts as he continues to drag the thick cord between your sensitive folds. The cord begins coiling around your body applying firm pressure while coiling up your torso, trapping your arms, and inching up to gently constrict your neck until that impressive venomous stinger lingers outside your lips expectantly.

“Open” he commands. You hesitate, keeping your lips closed and attempting to tilt your head away slightly only to feel the pressure around your neck and torso tighten. Like prey caught by a deadly constrictor. “You don’t want to keep me waiting.” He reminds you. Sasori was infamous for his impatience…… You open your mouth and that formidable stinger pushes past your lips to press down on your tounge. Your panicked eyes dart up to his when sour liquid pours out of its tip, overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin. “It won’t kill you.” He clarifies.

“Although this is exactly how I’d pose your

puppet. Capturing your filthy desperation forever.” He smirks. You begin to grind down on the coil between your legs desperately seeking frictions until he suddenly retracts his cord completely. The shock of the sudden loss has you tumbling on to your back, body suddenly feeling heavy. “Sasori…what’s..?” You attempt to question, but your words are clumsy and slurred.

“A special poison I made just for occasions like this. I don’t want your squirming to interfere with my work.” Smirking he kicks your legs further open and peers down from directly above you. He wastes little time attaching sturdy strings of chakra to your arms puppeteering your hands slowly down your chest to pull and tug at your own nipples. The progressively rougher attention causes you to gasp and pant. “Hush.” He manipulates a hand back to your face shoving your own fingers in your mouth to silence you while your other slides down your body to your pussy “let’s have a look at you.” He mumurs. His expert puppeteering has you spreading the lips of your sex, legs wide and knees bent, fully displaying yourself for him. The position is vulnerable and humiliating in a way that makes your whole body spark with arousal. His stare is lidded and unwavering while he towers over you in a heavy but comfortable silence. Laying there unable to move your limbs you bask in his undived attention. Sasori always had a way of making you feel special. Particular, picky and precise he is quick to change or adjust any preceived defects or flaws, but right now in this drawn out moment he stands there unmoving looking at you in pure adoration. A small

smile tugs his features before he briefly abandons you. Stepping over you and out of your range of vision. You can hear rustling at his workbench before his footsteps

return. Chakra strings removed, but unable to fight off the poison’s paralysis, your body remains frozen just how he left you. He now stands at your shoulders, directly above you. Gaze towards the ceiling you make eye contact with the lenses of a camera as he begins snapping photos. After one or two clicks of the camera he walks back around to stand between your thighs. A couple more photos before he kneels down and begins adjusting you. He pulls your now drool soaked fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit follows coating the outside of your mouth as he lays your hand gently beside your head. he snaps another photo, a portrait of your face, before gently wiping your lips clean with his fingers. He leans in and gives you a chaste kiss but remains hovering above you while his fingers gently caress your jaw line. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his mouth inches from yours when he whispers “You’re so beautiful like this…”

He pulls away to shift his attentions downwards. Sitting between your thighs he gently sets the camera down. Pulling a small bottle of lube from his pocket he generously pours the contents over your spread cunt. Not that you need it with how drenched you feel. You hiss at how cold it feels against your flushed skin.

His fingers spread the lube around the outside of your cunt before pushing the tips of his two fingers just past your entrance. He slides his fingers in and out of you just up to his second knuckle, the pleasure

Is instant and electrifying but you want more you need more! Your body still feels heavy but you manage the slightest buck of your hips making him chuckle. He continues his teasing ministrations as he speaks. “Desperate thing aren’t you? Your body stricken with paralysis but you still find the strength to beg for my touch.” He plunges his fingers deep inside of you in slow calculated thrusts his other hand lays on top yours as you keep yourself spread and he uses his thumb to play with your clit. You cry out at the onslaught of pleasure but his eyes stay glued to his work. His thumb draws quick tight circles over you clit while each purposeful stroke of his fingers brushes against that sweet spot inside of you. All you can do is lay there and mewl while Sasoris expert fingers push you closer and closer to ecstasy. Sasori was generous with your pleasure. As a man who valued efficiency he reveled in how quickly and thoroughly he could break you. You cry loudly as your orgasm hits you. Sasori doesn’t give you a moment before he’s moving you again, knocking your hand away from your spread sex and sliding your one leg onto his shoulder as he leans forward to hover over you. Both of your arms lay limp beside your head as you gasp and whimper from the excitement. “Be quiet your disturbing my work!” He barks at you with a harsh smack to your thigh.

You hear a wet squelch when his fingers reenter you. His pace is much faster this time. Truly bullying you onto the edge of another fast approaching release.

You wail and squirm around his fingers when your pleasure finally peaks. Your movement weak and subdued as you soak his hand. He repositions you much gentler this time turning you to lay face down on the ground and lifting your lower half to stand propped on your knees. He tosses the end of the cloak over your hips to keep you exposed and lingers behind you for just a moment. Softly stroking your skin he gently spreads your ass cheeks apart to examine the mess he’s made of you before standing. It’s hard to see what he’s doing with the way your face is pressed against the floor but then you hear the familiar sound of his camera

Click

“Moments like this will be different when I finally get to turn you. Your puppet body won’t be as sensitive. But we can always look back at these together”

Click

“the perfect image of this intament moment forever.”

Click

“Everlasting beauty.”

#sasori #Sasori smut #akatsuki smut #akatsuki Sasori #sasori of the red sand #Sasori fanfic #Sasori fanfiction #sasori x reader #Sasori x you #naruto shippuden #akatsuki #akatsuki fanfiction

[softxsuki]

So I saw that you had I tag I follow and immediately rushed over! So first and foremost...How are you? Are you drinking water daily? And I also wish you a good rest of days.

I was wondering since I rarely see this for Akatsuki no Yona. Like a Chubby reader. That's all. Like didn't they exist back then too?...

So basically Reader was Yona's personal maid, one of her most trusted friends like Hak and Soowon. So now they are apart of the group and basically feel out of place. She has a crush on Jae-ha but knowing he only goes for "attractive" women she doesn't act upon her feelings.

What happens next? 👀

Insecure Chubby!Reader Who Has A Crush On Jae-Ha

Pairing: Jae-ha x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Warnings: uh talking down about yourself, insecurities, lowkey suggestive at one point? but nothing crazy

Genre: comfort, fluff

Post-Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: In which you confess to Yona that you have a crush on Jae-ha, but he'd never like you back because you're chubby and he only goes for thin women. Little do you know that someone is listening in on all this o.o

[A/N: OMg hi...I KNOW I KNOW. It's been way over a year since you requested it. If you're still around, you're probably wondering what the heck this is as it's been long forgotten. I'm sorry it took me so long to write, I had it half written in my drafts all this time because I started second guessing myself and I really loved this request and didn't think I could do it justice. SO here's my completed version of this. I hope it's decent, and hopefully you're still interesting in reading it :'). Sorry if it's disappointing NFEKJFKAEF <;3]

It was night now. Months had passed since Yona ran out of her castle after her father's murder. Hak had saved the both of you from Soowoon’s revenge on her father as you would not back down and go to their side either. Yona loved and respected you, so you owed her everything, and that still hadn’t changed. You still refer to her as Princess, just like Hak, but the two of you were closer than ever–going beyond the friendship a personal maid and a Princess should probably ever have. 

Owls hooted in the background and the sound of crickets surrounded you. You had all stopped for the night to set up camp, and were currently in your shared tent with Yona and Yoon. The young boy was fast asleep in the far corner of the tent, exhausted from running around all day, but you and Yona were wide awake from the excitement of the day–too pumped to even think about sleeping just yet. Giggles escaped your mouth at the girl-talk that was being exchanged between you both, then Yona began to blush as you asked her about her feelings for Hak. You had noticed the change in the atmosphere between them for a while now.

“He’s just…different from how I used to see him? Instead of just seeing him as that annoying kid back then, he’s more of a man in my eyes now… He said some uh, lovely things to me the other night and it just made me realize my feelings even more,” She hides her head in her hands, thinking back on the deep conversation she had with the raven haired man a few nights ago, but clears her throat and turns the attention away from herself, “What about you, Y/N? Seen anyone in any villages that have caught your eye? Or perhaps even someone among us, hmm?”

You could hear the slight tease in her voice at her question, she fully knew who you liked, but wanted to hear you say it yourself. After all, what fun is girl-talk if she was the only one dropping juicy information.

“Well…there is someone I like, but he’d never go for a girl like me…” you trail off, looking down at your hands.

“Jae-ha would love you, Y/N. You’re gorgeous, kind, and you have a heart of gold, I see the way he looks at you whenever your back is turned.”

“W-what? How did you know it was Jae-ha?” You ask bewildered.

Yona laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder, “So it really is him? I was just making a lucky guess, wow.”

You huff. Perhaps it was a little obvious since you always got nervous around him and ONLY him. The slight disappointment that graced your features whenever he spoke of a beautiful woman he ran into in town. The tiny sparks of desire to have him speak to you with those lovely words, but it would never happen.

“He was probably just wondering why I can’t be so open with him like I am with everyone else,” You sigh. “I know I don’t belong here. You’re gorgeous and way above my social status. The other guys in our group are all very attractive as well, I’m the only one who sticks out like a sore thumb, but I guess I just have to deal with it!”

You fake a smile, regretting a little that you opened up too much. 

“Y/N, is that really how you’ve been feeling this whole time?” Yona asks, her voice now softer at your confession.

“It’s alright, really. I’m used to it by now, I don’t know why I suddenly decided to say that all right now. Everything’s okay!”

“No, everything’s not okay. Y/N, you are the most beautiful person I know. I don’t care if you think your extra weight makes you ugly compared to the rest of us, that doesn’t make a difference in my eyes and Jae-ha would be a fool to have that be a difference to him as well! Tell him how you feel! He would treat you like royalty.” Yona explains, a little enraged that you’ve been feeling this way all this time without her realizing it, “And I know we come from different backgrounds, but out here, we’re all the same. You and I are on the same level. You’re my best friend, and that won’t ever change! You are one of us, part of the happy hungry bunch! It wouldn’t be the same without you.”

“Thank you, Princess Yona. You’ve been a great blessing to me and I’m so very grateful to be your friend,” You smile slightly, but it falls again when you think of Jae-ha. “It seems that Jae-ha only goes for thin, beautiful women though. I can’t imagine him directing those compliments to me when I’m the complete opposite of all those women…I- I guess I just wish he could see me as a beautiful woman despite my weight. Even if it was only for a second.”

Yona once again assures you that you are indeed beautiful and that nothing is wrong with you. She was a little lost for words on what else she could say to help you feel better, she just wished you could see yourself the way that she saw you–a beautiful woman, inside and out. 

“If I’m so beautiful, then why won’t he look at me the way I want him to?” You shout in frustration, a little too loudly.

Your conversation is cut short though as the sound of shuffling is heard from outside the tent, along with the distant murmuring of the rest of the boys who were still awake, engaged in small talk.

“Will you both shut your mouths? I’m trying to sleep here. Y/N stop being a wimp and just confess to him already. You’ll never know until you at least try!” Yoon groans out with a huff, before light snores escape his mouth once again. 

“He’s right,” Yona whispers now, not wanting to awaken the tempered boy again, “But I guess this can all wait for another day. Let’s sleep, it’s getting pretty late.”

You both yawn at the same time and laugh lightly to yourselves. Perhaps it could wait…

Sleep consumes Yona pretty quickly, but your mind is plagued with a million thoughts that keep you up all night. It would be a tough day tomorrow.

…

The next day, your journey together continues as you finish packing up the last of your camp and continue forward. 

Yona and Hak had run up ahead of everyone else in the early morning to get in some more arrow shooting practice while the rest of you moved to catch up at a decent pace. You lagged behind a bit, lost in thought of everything you spoke about last night.

“Careful, wouldn’t want to run into a tree and ruin your beautiful face, now would we?” The sudden voice of the man you were thinking of, startles you back to reality along with the gentle touch of his arms around your shoulder, guiding you around a tree that you were seconds from walking straight into.

But all you could think about now was the presence of his warmth on your shoulder along with a word you had always longed to hear addressed to you–beautiful.

“Huh?” You ask a little frazzled, trying to control your breathing from his still present arms around you.

“You almost ran into the tree back there,” He smiles, now removing his arms from around your shoulders and awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

You both were now lagging behind the group who had finally joined back up with Yona and Hak. Yona sends you a quick thumbs up from afar, mouthing a ‘good luck,’ with a wink.

“Thank you,” you mumble to Jae-ha, ignoring Yona’s cheekiness, and continuing to walk to the rest of the group with your eyes glued to the ground. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t tell him.

You hear the man sigh behind you before firm arms pick you up bridal-style, and jump into the air as you let out a yelp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and hiding your face into his chest from being so high up. You were surprised that he was even able to lift you, but I guess all the dragons were fairly strong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest–both from the sudden action of being in the air, but also from being in close proximity to your crush. You could hear his own heart hammering in his chest, probably from having the fatigue of jumping while carrying something heavy (at least that’s what you think, his heart is definitely pounding for other reasons).

You can hear the distant joyful hollering of Yona and Zeno from afar, praising the green-headed man for his bold actions, to which Jae-ha chuckles at. It isn’t long until you’re safe on the ground again, far enough from the group now to have some privacy together. Jae-ha sets you down as you timidly scoot away from him and sit on the grass, trying to calm yourself down.

“What’d you do that for?” You ask hesitantly.

“A little bird told me that you’ve been talking down on yourself, is that true?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you avoid his eyes. You physically couldn’t look him in the eyes, you were far too embarrassed. Where had he heard that from?

He takes a seat beside you, gently reaching for a strand of your hair and admiring it as he twists it between his fingers. You’re frozen in shock. What was going on? 

His hand abandons your hair and gently grabs your chin to face him as his other hand wraps around your waist.

“And I’d love to know where you heard that I wasn’t completely infatuated by your beauty,” he teases.

Your eyes widen in shock.

“In fact, I love every inch of you, from the plumpness of your thighs to the softness of your stomach, your magnificent chest, and your puffy cheeks. You’re absolutely enchanting– a diamond among stones,” he continues.

“Your eyes, they outshine the beauty of any other woman in this land, you know why? Because they belong to you. I don’t care how big you think you are, but never talk like that about yourself again.” There was a certain sternness behind his voice now, as if he was really serious and hurt that you would think so badly of yourself.

“How did you-”

“I heard everything last night, Y/N. You have no idea how much self-control it took for me to not just burst into that tent and tell you everything right then and there. But I’m here now, and I can’t move forward until you know how much I love you. You’re beautiful and I won’t have you think otherwise.”

You were beyond baffled.

“All this out of nowhere? You’re always off fawning over all the beauties in town, but never at me. You’re just saying this to make me feel better, right? Well, it’s okay. I do like you, Jae-ha, but I don’t need your pity. You don’t need to like me back, I’ll be o-”

You’re cut off by the feeling of Jae-ha’s lips on yours. You can feel the emotion behind them as he was almost desperate to show you how real his feelings for you were. You lean into him, wrapping your own arms around him now, fully into the steamy kiss.

He pulls aways with a pant, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he laughs. “I hope you believe me now.”

“And to answer your question, I didn’t want to scare you off. I know how bold I can be, and a part of me loved watching you from afar, loving, admiring you in secret. It was exhilarating trying not to get caught,” he confesses. 

Yona’s words from that night echo in your head of how she had seen him watching you a few times. He really did like you…

“I’m surprised you never caught my wandering eyes. We need to work on you being more aware of your surroundings, darling. What if it was some other man gawking at you, and not me? Not that I’d let that happen…but still.” There he goes again with his teasing.

You playfully hit him on the shoulder, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, “Shut up,” you mumble, very embarrassed by all his words. You still couldn’t believe it, it was like all your dreams became a reality over-night.

Was this a dream? Because if it was, you never wanted to wake up. You cuddle further into him, hiding the heat that was quickly rushing to your face. You were overwhelmed, but in a good way. His own arms slither around you in a tight embrace.

“This is real right? You’re not just saying all this?”

“Of course this is all real, darling. And I’ll keep saying it all until you believe it. You’re under my care now,” He whispers that last part and leaves a peck to the top of your head. 

“I’ll take good care of you,” he confirms again, making sure you know it.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 1/24/2023

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[cosmic-glow]

request idea: Konan teaching a shorter reader how to dance :0

Warnings: None. Pronouns: None. Anime: Naruto.

She forgets about the height difference between you.

That's why sometimes she teaches you some steps that are difficult for you to do because your legs aren't as long as hers.

The kind that drags you to parties to dance with you.

"You need to practice, Y/n!"- is her justification.

She was so happy when you asked her to teach you.

Konan dancing is so beautiful and badass.

And you dancing next to her is so badass too, but in a cute way due to the height difference lol.

Don't let any guy get in the way while you're dancing at a party.

And won't let anyone offend you because of your height.

She's very patient, and even the way she says you've done wrong is kind.

"It's good, but… it would be something lighter, you know? Like this"- she says showing the step again, this time more slowly.

She gets more excited than you when you can do it.

She's always praising you, never saying anything negative, always saying things like "you're doing great", or "you danced really well today, Y/n", "you've improved a lot", etc.

Konan has so much fun dancing with you, that's why she forgets about the height difference between you. She just wants to enjoy one more party with her friend.

Sorry for any typos;

Masterlist;

Drabbles Game.

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[the-moss-project]

“Did he just…ignore us?” Guy asks incredulously.

Kakashi’s rubbing his knee, turning to look out the open door one more time. The snow is still falling and tire tracks line the driveway. He sighs. “Yup. I’ll go warm up the truck.”

-

Within the forests of the Emerald Triangle in Northern California, The Moss explores a tale of mental illness, family, and the cutthroat world of marijuana’s black market.  

Illustrations for this chapter also available HERE!

#the moss project #naruto #sasodei #gaalee #deisaso #leegaa #sasori #gaara #akatsuki #deidara #temari #kankuro #kakashi #might guy #kakuzu #orochimaru #kabuto #fanfic #fanfiction #illustrated fic #writing #ao3 #kakuhida #shikatema #orokabu #naruto weed au #1990s au

[wing-ed-thing]

Mutilated (Sasori x UndergroundDoc!Reader) Part I

Synopsis: Sasori get gravely injured in the early days of his and Deidara's partnership. Luckily, the Akatsuki have a roster of resources to help in case of emergencies. During his stay at your underground clinic, Sasori gets a bit more invested than he intended.

Word Count: 5.6k

Tags/Warnings: Underground Doctor Reader, No Reader Pronouns, Younger!Sasori, Timeline Liberties, Canon-Typical Body Horror, Fake Medical Talk, Kinda Fake Engineering Talk, Prosthetics, Minor Original Characters

Notes: Sometimes, I like to think about if the Akatsuki were treated like One Piece villains. When they're not in the main plot they just go off and became small-town heroes somewhere.

Deidara knelt away from the airstream, holding Sasori’s unconscious form on his back. His blond hair whipped around his face as the wind rushed in his ears, keeping his scope trained on the city below for a place to land. The buildings were packed together. The clouds were thick, and while they provided excellent cover for Deidara’s clay, winged beast, the absence of a moon only proved to impede his landing strategy. 

The giant bird descended, flying quietly among the tall fixtures of the village. Without proper light, the obstructions only became visible as Deidara grew near. Deidara’s bird managed to maneuver them all, artfully dodging tall buildings, statues, and poles with limber aerial acrobatics. 

When it finally grew as close as possible to the ground, Deidara dropped between the buildings with Sasori on his shoulders, landing in a kneeling position as the winged creation swooped back up and out of sight. 

Sasori groaned, causing Deidara to tilt his head to look over his shoulder. Sasori’s eyes were still closed, the slightest bit of tension collected on his furrowed brow. Deidara clutched a small paper between his fingers, holding it up to his face as he tried to reread it in the dimness. He brushed the pad of his finger over it, hoping to get an idea of the writing from the deep pen indentation. 

And in one last moment of deliberation, Deidara hooked his arms around Sasori’s legs and ran off into the night in search of a doctor to help his injured partner.

The streets were empty, and the night would have been still if it weren’t for the wandering searchlights that periodically swept across the roads. Deidara ducked around a corner, squatting by a dumpster as the bright circle of light paced across the road before disappearing at the other end of the street. 

Deidara dashed across, scurrying through the maze of alleyways between buildings with the note clutched in his hand. He kept his eyes on the hanging signs above his head. He rushed past a few circular ones, perhaps a few rectangles, as they wavered in the slight breeze of the night. Those businesses had closed hours before the sun had set.

He took a turn, ducking down next to a compilation of scrapped palette boards as another beam of light flickered across the ground. Lost in the darkness, Deidara had no idea how he managed to stumble upon the oddly shaped sign that hung over a dip in the alley. He could barely distinguish the shape of a snake, the head and the tail hanging by two thick chains connected to a metal rod.

Deidara looked again at the paper, but it was too dark to read. But as the searchlights flashed overhead, Deidara took the leap, descending the steep stairs into the ground where the darkness only deepened. 

A solid mass smacked him in the forehead, his grunt of pain all that seemed to exist in the void. He leaned forward, unhooking an arm from Sasori’s leg to grope around in the shadows. It was a door, a wooden one, and with a few more taps, he managed to find a wobbly doorknob. Deidara turned it, only to smack into the unmoving door again as the knob spun, rattling in the socket with little resistance. Sasori began to slip. Deidara smushed his cheek against the solid wood of the door, fidgeting as he tried to adjust his partner. 

“For being splinters and string, you sure are fuckin’ heavy,” Deidara muttered as he tried again at the knob. Pushing the handle inward seemed to do the trick as he stumbled forward, barely catching himself before the door creaked shut behind him. 

The room was pitch black, even darker than the moonless night outside. Deidara heaved a steady breath, eyes scanning his surroundings for a hint of anything. He fiddled with his scope; sure enough, the green night vision revealed a long hallway before him. Deidara blew a few strands of hair away from his face. They settled back where they had just been. 

“Okay,” he muttered, adjusting Sasori again on his back. “We’re gonna find someone to put you back together again, hm, Humpty Dumpty? Then you owe me big time for makin’ us have to come to a place like this.” 

He started down the hall, and the sound of water rushing through pipes resounded all around, reverberating off the cement walls. He could hear his footsteps and labored breathing as he traveled deeper into the abyss. The single pathway turned into a stairwell, the rusting metal clambering under his step as he nearly tumbled down the two flights. 

Deidara traveled through the cement labyrinth for what felt like hours with nothing to go off of other than the sound of trickling water. His scope showed half battery in the corner of his vision as he took random turns, each hall almost identical to the last. It was cold cement in front and an incomprehensive abyss of darkness behind him. 

Deidara pressed on, running down the halls quicker, turning the corners more sharply as he ran deeper and deeper into the underground network. He had gone too far to turn back now.

His efforts seemed to pay off. Just as the battery of his scope lost another bar of health, he found himself standing in front of another wooden door. The same snake sign hung above this one, the same thick chains connected to the head and tail like the talons of a hawk lifting it into the sky. Deidara adjusted Sasori on his back once more, and with frustration-fueled determination, he kicked down the door. 

The wood flew forward, knocking against a metal railing before tumbling halfway down a set of steel steps. Light flooded into Deidara’s scope, causing him to recoil and move swiftly to turn it off. He looked back into the large room, his eyes adjusting to the warm lantern light. Harsh shadows swiped across his face as he moved to the top of the staircase, the startled people below looking up at him warily. A mother collected her sick child in her arms, already backing toward the opposite exit. 

“Yo!” he exclaimed, kicking his foot onto the lower railing. His brow was furrowed with tension, and his clenched jaw betrayed his cocky smile. “We need the Doc!” Deidara bit the length of torn cloth that hung from Sasori’s shoulder, proudly displaying the red clouds of the Akatsuki organization from his lips. 

You had scrambled from your makeshift office on the ground, staring up at the sight as your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Mercenaries,” you mumbled to yourself. “I should have known.”

“A little help over here!” Deidara called, and you stormed out from under the balcony to make your approach.

“Second room to your right!” you called, and someone threw your medical bag toward you. You caught it without having to look. Deidara turned to his left, despite the railing in his way and lack of platform. “Your other right! And you better have brought quite the sum of cash if you’re bargaining in here and breaking things in my clinic!”

Deidara found the room as you reached the top of the steps. He left a trail of blood in his wake. You made wordless eye contact with a member of your community who had been leaning against the railing just outside the exam room. As a doctor caring for the underprivileged people in your city, they held you in high regard. 

“Go into the Warren and make sure this idiot didn’t leave a trail straight here.” 

She nodded, departing past a few people already working on fixing the broken-in door. 

“Don’t worry, Doc, Kakuzu will shell out for anything your little heart desires.” Deidara laid Sasori down on the table as you entered. 

“I’m sure he would be thrilled to hear you say that,” you scoffed, washing your hands. 

You pushed a few trays of supplies forward. Deidara had no idea what any of them did but considered them to look more like torture tools than medical devices. He tore away Sasori’s robe, balling the blood-soaked fabric in his hands and throwing it into the corner of the room. 

But you didn’t have time to scold him for dirtying your sterile exam room. If you were less composed, your hand might have shot to your mouth in disgust and horror at the sight of Sasori’s shirtless form. You had seen many things during your time in the medical field: stab wounds, projectile wounds, amputations, and raging infections. And yet…

“What the hell happened to him?” Your voice nearly cracked as you immediately put on a pair of gloves. 

“Sword to the liver?” Deidara shrugged, his nonchalant attitude making you stop in your tracks. All of your disbelief manifested in one slow blink. 

“Are you fucking kidding me—?” You shooed him toward the door as you hurried about your little room, pulling all the supplies you’d need for a no doubt lengthy procedure. Even with your complex knowledge of medical ninjutsu, liver damage wasn’t anything to stick your nose up at. “And what about the rest of him?” You adjusted the mask on your face with your shoulder. 

“Eh?” Deidara sounded rudely, cheek scrunched against the lower part of his eye as his nose wrinkled. 

Your eyes darted across Sasori’s body, holding a surgical towel over his side wound as it bubbled with blood.

The man didn’t have any limbs. 

At least not true limbs, nor any prosthetic you had ever seen. All of them appeared to be wooden. The left had been damaged, leaving everything below the elbow missing. You had seen prosthetics before. Hell, you had a good friend who made them for your patients, but these were not prosthetics. 

The joints where the wood met the body were covered with flesh, perfectly soldered to the torso. You could see the intricate network of veins through his pale skin; all inflamed in a mutilated mess of blood, flesh, and wood. His condition was critical, although his partner didn’t seem to understand that. 

“So, can you fix him or not?” Deidara asked from behind you. His footsteps grew nearer. 

“Out!” You turned, pointing toward the door. He tried to protest. “Out!”

With all further distractions out of the way, you began your work. 

***

Sasori awoke about a day later after the exhaustion of a good chunk of your chakra and a few hours of your labor. The ambient noise from the large room rattled around in his pounding skull, his muscles aching as he sat himself up on the cot under him. 

He had been moved from the makeshift exam room upstairs to a cot in the open on the main level, not that he remembered. Two different colored curtains on rusty wheels provided flimsy walls around him. Sasori glanced up at the cement ceiling, making accidental eye contact with various loitering patients staring down from the metal balcony above. He twisted his neck to the side, allowing an audible crack to pop from his joints. Only when he moved to brush over the thick bandages on his torso did he notice the bundle of splinters his forearm had been reduced to. 

“That’s not a kekkei genkai.” You appeared in front of Sasori’s cot, hands tucked in the pockets of your white coat. You didn’t bother hiding your blatant staring as you studied his wooden limbs. Sasori collapsed from his palm to his elbow, fighting back the flinch that scrunched the skin around his eyes. You looked him up and down from where you stood. “What the hell did you do to yourself?”

“Fuck off.”

“That’s no way to talk to someone who just saved your sorry ass.” With three long strides, you moved to the side of Sasori’s cot, placing a palm between his collarbones and pushing him back down against the pillow. Sasori couldn’t help the grunt that escaped his chest as the wound on his side suddenly stretched. 

“Arhg!” Sasori glared at you from behind, squinted eyes, groaning and cursing from behind clenched teeth. You stared at him from above with disdain. You frowned, letting the choice insults roll off your indifferent demeanor. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Sasori struggled against you for a moment before he sank into the white sheets in exhaustion. Color drained from his face, leaving him even paler than his complexion usually was. 

“Deidara!” Sasori barked with a snarl. His voice rang out, bouncing across the high ceiling. He moved to sit up again, only to be slammed back down once more. 

“Your partner is busy. Lay back down, or I’ll knock you out myself. I’m not here to catch an attitude.” Sasori huffed, breathing shallowly as his head began to spin. “You need your bandages changed. Or if you insist on being difficult, I can throw you out into the Warren. I’m sure the rats will appreciate eating you from the inside out starting here.”

You pressed down on a section of his bandages, causing a guttural howl to escape his throat. Sasori didn’t acknowledge your threats, dizziness warping his vision. You snapped your fingers in front of his face, but he didn’t appear to respond. You fiddled with something under his cot to Sasori’s left, causing the upper section to decline slightly back. He didn’t fight you as you worked methodically at his bandages, not that he probably could. 

His vision had turned to static, the prickling sensation extending down his numb face to his shoulders. The nerves that connected his flesh to his wood parts tingled and popped, leaving him sore around the circumference of his artificial limbs. 

Your hands were cold as they worked across his torso. He could feel his muscle tissue being stitched together with chakra, leaving an itching sensation in its wake. 

You had him cleaned up and rewrapped just as the dizziness began to fade. Appearing over him, a blue aura radiated from the palm you held over his forehead. 

“That feels much better, doesn’t it?” Sasori blinked as you withdrew. His breathing had returned to normal, and as you popped the cot back to standard elevation, he hardly felt a tugging at his wound. His muscles were sore, but the pain had faded. “I have never seen prosthetics like these before.” You traced the seam where the wood met skin. Sasori shivered. “Were you injured in one of the bombings?”

“They aren’t prosthetics,” Sasori said, brushing you off. He held his right arm up, watching the wooden joints as he flexed his knuckles. “They’re my art. I didn’t lose anything anywhere.” He peered at you from between his fingers. 

“You did this to yourself?” 

Sasori propped up on his elbow with a deep frown. Unlike last time, you didn’t try to stop him. 

“I detest what you’re insinuating,” he sneered. Sasori managed to support himself on his palm before he collapsed against the pillow at his back. He could just barely get himself into a sitting position. You didn’t bother to help. “Like a medic who lives in a cave has any right to criticize my craft.”

“Doctor,” you corrected, receiving a scoff in return. “I would have thought that with your level of medical ninjutsu, you could have done the patchwork yourself.” You trailed off, distracted as Deidara ran across the other side of the room with a restocking of sterile bandages. Sasori squinted from his bed, wondering if he had seen his partner correctly. “Overall, I’d say it was good that the kid brought you here. No matter your skill, self-operation would have been quite the undertaking.”

Deidara appeared on the upper balcony with a rag in one hand and a bottle of cleaning spray in the other. He wiped down the railings. 

“He’s working harder than he ever has in the Akatsuki, that’s for sure,” Sasori muttered. He shifted to take the strain off of his tender wound. “Maybe you should keep him.” You let out a shallow chuckle, holding up your hand with a shake of your head. 

“Oh, no, you Akatsuki boys can keep to your own. We already have enough dogs sniffing around this city without you all making a ruckus.” You sat at the foot of the bed, the both of you lost in watching Deidara clean upstairs. You hummed to yourself, turning to glance at Sasori. “You’re sure recruiting them young, huh?”

“I didn’t recruit him at all.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re trying to pawn him off.” You sighed, and with a slight heave, you stood. With a roll of your shoulders, you stretched, surveying the room. “You should get him out of here quickly once you feel better.” You turned to face him with hands in your pockets. “People don’t take kindly to bombers around here. I’ll check on you sometime tomorrow.” 

***

Sasori took the day to mend his arm with a rare disregard for time. He dislodged the ball socket from his bicep before opening one of his scrolls for spare parts. A white puff of smoke materialized over the marking labeled “left arm,” and with a bit of tinkering, he managed to isolate just the hand and the forearm. The extra bicep was sealed back into the scroll. 

The new forearm and hand were lighter in color compared to the battle-worn part they were replacing, but the replacement limb clicked into place without fuss. Sasori was still tightening the joint when two new patients entered the clinic. He could hear you speaking to them from your office, which consisted of little more than a cluttered desk and a few thin metal panels. 

“You just missed him. Shig left yesterday for Rain country,” you said. Your voice was muffled, but Sasori could just make out your words from across the room. 

“Is there anything you could do for her? She can’t even walk. Her legs are giving out on her,” another voice pleaded earnestly through the thin walls. 

“I’m sorry; I wish there was something I could do to help, but that’s just not my field of expertise. The best I can do is let you know when Shig is back.”

“Doctor, please. If she lost her legs again, I—” The second voice’s breath hitched. Light shuffling sounded from your office before Sasori heard a sniffle. —“With everything going on, I just… She can’t make it down the evacuation route. Please, Doctor, they’ve already taken so much from us.”

Sasori perked up as the second voice grew softer. He slowly rose from his bed, crossing the large room on bare feet as he listened closer. 

“Believe me, I understand what the stakes are. My heart goes out to you, and if I could help, I would, but that doesn’t change the fact that I simply don’t know how to fix this. If you’d like to pack some things from the surface, you’re welcome to stay in the Warren until Shig’s return.”

Sasori stopped in front of your office, paying no mind to the other patients in beds despite their gruesome burn scars. He stared at the door, listening to the conversation behind it. 

A metallic click sounded to Sasori’s left, and instinctively, he pivoted into a battle stance, fingertips already spinning chakra threads as he heard a soft thump. But no enemy was to be found. Instead, a young girl cowered on the floor.

Her legs consisted of a dark wood supported by small metal pieces. Or her legs would have been supported by small metal pieces if they weren’t hanging loosely from her knee joints. One appeared worse than the other, as if someone tried to fix them but only served to break the parts further. 

Her eyes widened at the very sight of Sasori, eyes glued to the seam where his torso met his arms. A little gasp escaped her as she tried to stand, but her legs gave out. Sasori frowned; he could see the problem. She scooted back, no doubt at Sasori’s deep scowl and grotesque appearance. 

“You should really know how to fix those things yourself,” he spat, eyes glued to the busted parts of the hastily made joints. If he had to give this Shig character credit for anything, it was the creativity of the build. A union of metal and wood, the girl’s two legs looked more akin to two artisan clocks than a simple and functional prosthetic. The designs were hardly symmetrical, likely because the materials looked like they were dug out of a scrap bin. That was the first issue.

He sighed, squatting down only for the little girl to scoot back. Sasori’s expression sunk in vexation, and the girl’s nervous gulp went unnoticed. 

“You call this art? They’re pitiful.” With a grunt of effort, Sasori sat down on the cold cement floor. The child eyed him skeptically, paralyzed with hesitancy like a groveling deer. 

“Are you Mr. Shig?”

“Hell no.” Sasori’s fingers pressed a few points on his bicep, and the girl watched in disbelief as a panel of Sasori’s wooden skin rose and moved to the side, allowing him to pluck out a small, slender box. Her mouth shut quickly as Sasori’s attention returned to her. He continued to frown, gesturing her toward him as he plucked up a few long tools in his slender fingers. “Do you want your legs fixed or not?”

She approached him warily until she sat with her feet adjacent to Sasori’s waist and her hips next to his knees. Her gaze was glued to Sasori’s own wooden limbs. She paid little mind as Sasori reoriented her legs to face forward, but the broken socket continued to spin. 

He studied the engineering up close. It was unique, nothing like he had ever seen, and most definitely nothing like the standard shinobi-grade prosthetics he had seen in the past, but he could still follow the design. Sasori sat in silence, studying the craftsmanship, and he did not doubt that these makeshift limbs, while they could likely get the job done, were made with thrown-together materials at best. 

“You don’t know how to fix them, do you?” A tiny voice broke Sasori from his deep thinking, much to his disdain. The girl sat up straight at the sight of Sasori’s seething expression. 

“Of course I can fix them,” he snarled, and the child almost jumped. Sasori tugged one of his legs in, tugging one of the girl’s broken ones outward to form a right angle. “You see this? That’s called a nut.” He jiggled one of the loosest parts with his finger. The girl nodded, which, according to Sasori, apparently wasn’t an adequate response. “I want you to say it out loud. This is called a nut.”

“This is called a nut,” she repeated. Sasori hummed in approval, spinning the nut off the bolt before removing the bolt altogether. The girl instinctively lurched forward as a section of her leg weakened.

“This is a bolt.” Sasori tapped the bolt, and with another pointed glare, the girl quickly repeated the word. He didn’t acknowledge her acute panic. Unsure of herself, she repeated his words for the second time.

“That is a bolt.”

Sasori paid little mind, plucking a few items from his little box. He compared them to the size of the existing bolt, placing a few metal pieces back before holding three round items between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“What’s this one?” He gestured to the thicker of the pieces.

“That’s, uh, that one is a nut.”

“Good. This one—” Sasori offered the girl the thinner rings. She held it in her hands, brushing over the smooth surfaces with the pads of her fingers. —“Those are washers.” 

“This one’s a washer,” she repeated with a determined nod. Sasori held his hand out again, and she dropped the washer into his wooden palm. 

“Now, Shig used a bolt that was too big for this joint. Show me the bolt—” The girl pointed at the bolt and received a slight nod. —“And a nut that’s too small. And because this section is made of wood, we’re going to use a washer.” The girl pointed at the washer. Sasori blinked slowly, almost having to collect himself for a second. “Yes, good.”

He placed the washer on the bolt, slotting it back into place. His other hand secured the loose parts of her leg. He held up a second washer and a nut, waving it in front of the girl's face before placing both on the end of the bolt. Sasori gave them a few twirls as they worked down the thread length. The washer dropped to the very end. He gestured toward the half-secured nut, maneuvering his arms out of the way to allow the girl access to the section of leg he was still keeping secured in place.

“You try.” The girl reached down, winding it down until the small nut was secured against the flat wood. “The washer is going to prevent the head of the bolt from digging into the wood. Twist it tight, as tight as you can go.” Sasori reached back into his box to retrieve a small wrench.

“Now repeat after me—” Sasori tightened the bolt. —“‘Only an idiot can’t use a fuckin’ nut and bolt.’” 

“My mom doesn’t let me curse.” 

Sasori looked up from his work with a roll of his eyes. He sighed with a heave of his shoulders. She stared into his honey-colored irises.

“I’m letting you.” He blew a few strands of hair away from his face, nodding with certainty before tinkering again at the inside of the joint. The girl puffed up, gathering courage in her breath as Sasori continued the more intricate repairs. She swiveled her head. 

“Only an idiot can’t use uh— can’t use a f— can’t use a fucking nut and bolt!” she stammered with red cheeks. Sasori didn’t even look up as he offered his hand, and she slammed her hand down across his fingers in victory. 

When you and the girl’s mother exited your office, she was already standing. The two of you stopped in your doorway, exchanging glances as she raved. You tuned it all out, standing at just the angle to make eye contact with Sasori as he sat on his cot. He averted his eyes with a grimace. 

“And Mom! They don’t even squeak anymore! They’re all fixed because only an idiot can’t use a fucking nut and bolt!”

“Reiko!”

***

He thought you’d approach him after the pair left, and Sasori always had a strong intuition.

“Assassins are teaching little kids curse words nowadays?” you mused, a hint of a laugh lacing your voice. Sasori’s closed eyes fluttered open to look at you before closing again. He shifted on his bed, hands nestled behind his head. You were staring up at the door, thumbs looped in the pockets of your jacket. “Is that why you got stuck with the blond kid?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Sasori refused to look at you, instead tinkering away at something under his artificial skin. Several panels rose from his arm, alternating up and down like waves before settling back into his shoulder. He thought that if he ignored you, you would leave, but you stood at the edge of his parallel curtains, simply watching him as he worked. 

Sasori spared a few glances toward you, careful not to meet your gaze. He observed you from his peripheral like an animal, withdrawn and cautious. You didn’t seem to share his tension as you loitered, not even hiding your interest as you watched Sasori tinker. The silence passed for a moment. A low rumble of footsteps and mutterings bounced off the high ceiling. 

“Can I help you?”

“You did a nice thing.” 

Sasori made the mistake of looking up. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he repeated. His eyes flickered back up to your face, his expression drooping at your indifferent demeanor. Sasori huffed, shifting to let one leg hang over the side of his bed. “Are you here to heal me or stare at me all day like some circus freak?”

“Have you ever considered making prosthetics?” 

“Tch, you’re annoying.” Before you could retort, Sasori stood up on his cot, the crosssections under the thin sheets popping as chakra threads manifested at his fingertips. They wrapped around the upper railing, and you gaped, stepping forward as he shot up to land expertly on the balcony.

“You better not reopen anything!” You instinctively stepped forward. The catwalk creaked, clamoring metallically as Sasori strode toward the back exit. You backed up a few steps.

“It’s a good thing there’s a doctor in the room.”

He had just settled into a corner against the wall when you appeared at the top of the stairs. Sasori heaved a deep sigh, taking his time standing as you rushed up to him. 

“Are you always this awkward when you do good things?”

“Jeez, you ask a lot of questions.” Sasori walked briskly down the length of the balcony, and you followed. 

“I’m a doctor. I’d say having an inquisitive nature is a positive.”

“Is that what you call it?” Sasori stopped short, realizing suddenly that the metal walkway didn’t wrap around the room. Instead, one stairwell connected a balcony to the front entrance, and another connected a separate balcony to the back entrance. He pretended not to notice, leaning on the railing and observing the room from above. 

Sasori could see all the patients in their makeshift rooms, all in much worse condition than he was. Some milled around the lower floor, hobbling on makeshift crutches and wrapped in bandages. An overwhelming amount of patients had one thing in common.

“What happened to them?” he asked. His eyes darted from person to person, counting how many lost arms, legs, and eyes before turning to you suddenly.

“We’ve had a serial bomber in the city for quite some time.” Your voice was soft and somber as you stood next to him. You almost melted, shoulders slumping as your chest rose steadily. You leaned forward, gazing out over the room, and Sasori watched, mesmerized by your body language as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. “A lot of these people are poor and underprivileged. When they get caught up in the blasts, there’s no one to take care of them, so they come here.”

You shrugged, nodding at him a few times. Sasori frowned.

“Why?” 

You looked at him in confusion as he studied your face. You watched his eyes dart over your features, taking in every fold, tick, and pore. 

“Why do they come here?” you questioned, glancing to your left and right before meeting Sasori’s eye. Were you missing something? Sasori’s expression didn’t change one bit. He simply stared, searching. You took a breath, choosing your words with a hum. “They don’t get adequate care in this sector—”

“Why do they come here?” Sasori leaned forward, his eyes unyielding. Judging. You drummed your fingers on the railing, looking back down at your room full of patients. You let out another sigh.

“You’re passing through. I highly doubt you’re all that interested in the politics of a country that barely makes it on the map.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Sasori interjected harshly, evident impatience adding force to his tone. You shook your head slowly in defeat. You had given him the disclaimer. 

“Well, it’s very simple; people hate the poor…!” You almost laughed, the truth sounding silly in the way it fell from your lips. Your smile faded into a bitter look, and you shook your head again. “For a very long time, you had to make a certain amount of income to vote. It took a lot of fighting for the Senate to balance out like it has, but some members of the old party have resorted to underhanded preventative measures to keep this sector from the polls. I guess that’s the skinny of it.” 

“The girl and her mother?” You turned to gauge Sasori’s reaction again, but he had none. He stared blankly at the patients who rested and milled around on the lower floor. 

“They weren’t even trying to vote. Just… wrong place at the wrong time.”

“I see…” Sasori mumbled but said nothing more. He looked bored, and it made you wonder why he bothered to ask, given his clear indifference.

“Look—” You began again, turning to him with your hand splayed across your chest. —“I know it might not matter much to you, but I believe that everyone has a right to make decisions about the country they’re living in and have access to healthcare. Especially when their government is bombing them left and right; that’s why they come here. That’s why I’m a doctor.”

Sasori remained silent, thinking to himself for a moment. He turned toward you, shoulders somewhat squared with a huff. Sasori took a half step toward you with one hand on the railing as he cocked his head toward you.

“Heal me the rest of the way. I want to get out of here tonight.” 

He brushed past you, heading toward the stairs. 

“I have other places to be, you know. You can’t just make demands—” You stopped short at the sight of Sasori’s severe scowl and menacing expression. You clenched your teeth, the tip of your nose wrinkling. —“Fine. Whatever. I have other patients, and I’ll charge your organization double for your treatment.” 

You stormed forward and down to the lower level as Sasori watched you carefully.

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Notes: I will say, writing the Sasori and Deidara partnership during a timeline where Deidara is 14 and Sasori hasn't completed his puppet body is a guilty pleasure of mine. Maybe someday I'll finish that Sasori x Witch!Reader series.

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