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kuramakakashi · 2 years
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#7 Shisui Uchiha
summary: one room, one bed, one mission partner.
a/n: this fic was impossible to name, and i came so close to just titling it "the one where they share a bed" or "the one in which shisui uchiha almost gets demoted"
word count: 4,457
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You’d decided that the Godaime Hokage was testing you. 
She was testing you, because otherwise there was no way in hell you would have been assigned to the same mission as Shisui Uchiha three days before the height of the winter storm season in the northern countries, where traveling would be incredibly slowed, indefinitely extending the amount of time you’d have to spend together with him. 
A mission a carrier pigeon could have completed in less time it would take for you and the curly haired Uchiha to cross the continent to Kumogakure, no less one of Shisui’s own crows. But here you were, standing in the last room available in a hotel at the edge of Kumo’s border with Shisui standing only a few feet away, his travel pack still slung over his shoulder and snowflakes melting in his hair. 
“No,” you said, breaking the tense silence. 
Shisui turned, looking back at you. “No?” 
“No,” you repeated, shaking your head. “We are not sharing the same bed.” He started to smile, his lips pulling up to one side in a smile you’d realized meant he was going to try his damndest to be a menace, and you cut him off. “I’m going back to the lobby and asking for another bed, so don’t get comfortable.” 
 He replied, voice lilting, “They already told us this room was all they had.” 
You shot him a glare over your shoulder. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.” 
You didn’t care for how many years that you’d known him, or how many times you’d saved each other’s asses on missions before, or how you felt about him, this was Shisui Uchiha, and he was your mission partner – that’s it – and you weren’t going to let the line blur, no matter how much he teased and antagonized you. 
“Then we can flip a coin to see who’ll sleep on the floor,” he shrugged lightheartedly, setting his pack down. “Or in the shower,” he added, leaning slightly to look into the bathroom through the opened door. He sent you a cheeky wink, “Showering together means we both get hot water.”  
You clenched your jaw, willing the heat away from your face. “I’m sure you can heat the water just fine with your katons.” 
He just smiled and started opening his pack. “If you want to shower now, I’ll go down to the lobby and get some hot food. I think I saw a kitchen down there.” 
You watched as he pulled out a small pouch of coin from his bag before zipping it up again and letting it lean against the wall. He moved around you, minding your space as he went for the door, but he paused before he opened it, one hand on the knob. 
“Any food in particular you want me grab?” he asked, head tilting to the side. 
You hesitated, gauging his temporary seriousness, then replied, “Bread – if they have any.” 
He gave you a nod, and then flashed smile before slipping out the door. It clicked shut behind him, and you felt the flare of his chakra as he covered the door with a protective seal. The moment he was gone, you loosed a breath, and started to take off your boots. 
Shisui was so complicated and after over a week of trekking through Hot Water Country and then Frost Country, you were no closer to understanding him than you had been before you were forced into isolation with him. He was a constantly twisting dichotomy of humor and seriousness, a prankster and yet also a jōnin-ranked shinobi with a flee on sight order in all the other Great Nations aside from Fire Country. You’d already experienced a number of times in the last seven days when his personality just flipped, an airy joke made in one breath and his ninjatō buried in the gut of an enemy nin by the next. 
If you didn’t already trust him with your life, you’d be worried that he wasn’t entirely mentally competent. 
And it wasn’t that you didn’t like him – truthfully, it was more that you didn’t dislike him that was your problem. You’d grown up with Shisui, graduating from the Academy and then through the promotions at nearly the same rate, but while your friends had come in the names of Kurenai, Asuma, Genma, Rin, Obito, Gai, and Kakashi, Shisui gravitated toward his younger cousin, and had melted into the ranks of ANBU with him until a scandal that had ended with the death of Danzō Shimura and the sudden introduction of fifty undocumented Leaf nin into the shinobi system had dragged him back into jōnin mission duties. 
Until a year ago, he’d been a distant fantasy, someone you could think about with the freedom of knowing your friends would never be able to guess who it was your thoughts drifted toward through the years. But then Tsunade-sama had started assigning him onto missions with you, or with your friends, and Kakashi had involuntarily begun to run interference whenever Gai started to look too closely at the way you’d react whenever Shisui was mentioned, keeping your secret before you were ready to tell it. 
The more time you spent with him or around him, the more often you could feel yourself falling further down a rabbit hole you’d inevitably get stuck in, and now, sharing a room with him? You might as well just look for a shovel to turn the rabbit hole into a grave. 
You shivered as you stripped your clothes, pulling three layers off that were all damp and cold from the melted snow. You didn’t bother hanging the clothes, not when you stood naked in the freezing bathroom while steam from the shower promised warmth. As you slipped behind the curtain, you had to suppress a moan when you stepped under the heated water. 
You and Shisui had been staying in hotels every night that you’d been on the mission, but all of them had been low-scale so to not draw attention to yourselves and had no running water since the pipes were frozen. You’d both been heating the tubs in the hotel bathrooms with katons, the water provided from one of your suiton jutsus, but nothing compared to running water heated by a furnace rather than an Uchiha who wasn’t sure what the boiling point of water was. 
Distantly, you heard the click of the door and recognized Shisui’s chakra signature as you washed the soap from your chest and legs. Knowing that he’d want a hot shower too, you forced yourself to turn the water off and wrapped yourself up in a towel. You made quick work of getting dressed, pulling on a pair of long pants, thick socks, and a thick green sweater you’d stolen from Kurenai before you’d left. 
Out in the room, Shisui was standing above the only table in the room holding a cup of something warm between his hands. 
“Well, you look comfortable,” he chuckled, but you ignored him, going straight for the food as your stomach growled. “They didn’t have bread, but the chef was nice and gave me larger bowls. I think she thought I was cute.” 
You scoffed into your bowl, glad to hide your face with a spoonful of butajiru than acknowledge him flirting with someone. 
“She also gave me some hot chocolate,” he added, and you could practically feel his smirk as you kept ignoring him. “She didn’t look as charitable when I asked if I could have another cup for my wife.” 
You choked, broth catching in your throat as your head snapped up and you stared wide-eyed at Shisui.
“W-Wife?” you managed to get out, spluttering. 
He laughed as he set the mug of hot chocolate down to a second mug you hadn’t noticed before. “My one and only, I told her,” he replied. “The woman who made me chase after her before she finally agreed to marry me.” You could feel your face heating, cheeks practically burning as he continued on. “I might’ve mentioned how you were waiting for me and keeping our bed warm though,” he said, “so the hot chocolate might just be a one-off thing.” 
“Shi-” You gaped around his name. “Shisui!” you shouted. “You’re – you’re –”
“Hilarious? Clever? Amazing?” 
“Insane!” you shrieked, slapping a hand over your face, if only so you would stop looking at him. Wife – kami, he’d called you his wife. 
“Ah, but my insanity got us a warm treat,” he laughed, and then stooped over so that he could pull your hand away from your face. You glared at him with no real heat, really only focused on stopping yourself from rushing outside and sticking your head into a snow drift to stop the blush from making your face actually catch fire. “I’ll go shower now, wife. Make sure you finish your dinner.” 
He let go of your wrist, laughing as you gaped at him, only finding your voice after he grabbed his pack and started to close the door to the bathroom. 
“He’s insane,” you said to yourself. “He’s actually insane.” 
You cut a look toward the twin mugs of hot chocolate and had to bite your lip to keep yourself from involuntarily smiling as you shook your head. “Wife,” you repeated, rolling your eyes. “As if I’d marry him.” 
You decided to drown the taste of the lie with the butajiru, and by the time you’d finished the mug of chocolate and climbed into the bed, Shisui was stepping out of the shower, steam billowing from behind him as he rubbed the towel against his hair. 
“Flipped the coin and chose the winning side, did we?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you tried to not look at the muscles of his arm as he finished scrubbing his hair. 
You gave him a look, to which he just chuckled at and tossed the towel over the hook on the back of the bathroom door before closing it. 
“My wife is so cruel,” Shisui said as he pulled his bed roll from his traveling pack. “She makes me fetch the food and take a shower second, and then forces me to sleep on the floor.”
“Your wife sounds delightful,” you replied dryly, rolling your eyes as you turned over, intent to not let him see your face. 
Your heard him hum in response, and listened as he walked around the room, flipping the light off. The room was instantly pitch dark, and it took your eyes a moment to adjust as you listened to Shisui get into his bed roll. 
In the bed, you curled your legs up, trying to find the warmth that seemed to have left you the moment the lights went out. Even through your thick socks, you could feel the cold biting at your toes, and your nose felt icy as you pressed it against your inner wrist.
You weren’t sure how long passed before you were biting your lip to keep from shivering, and you were forced to think of Rin’s teasing before you left on your mission. 
The closer you get to Kumo, the colder you’ll get, she’d said, and while you hadn’t been warm since hitting the northern border Fire Country shared with Hot Water Country – a region which did not live up to its name in the winter months – the cold had been mostly tolerable. Until today. When you and Shisui had unanimously agreed to find a hotel with running water, even if it potentially drew more unwanted eyes to yourselves. 
You swallowed, and then, before you could think better of it, whispered, “Shisui?” 
His response came hardly a second later. “Yeah?” 
You hesitated, knowing that you could tell him ‘Goodnight’ just as easily as you could pretend you hadn’t said anything at all, but…
But – 
“Would you – will you,” you swallowed again, turning onto your back. “You can sleep in the bed.” 
There was a moment of silence, and then you heard him shift in his bed roll before he asked, all humor absent from his voice, “Are you sure you’re comfortable with that?” 
You nodded before you realized he probably couldn’t see you. “Yeah, I am.” 
There was a sound of linen moving as he stood up, and then you felt the bed dip to one side as your heart began to race harder. 
“Are you cold?” Shisui asked, his voice much closer now as he lifted the edge of the blanket. 
“Y-Yeah,” you answered, stiffening when you felt his foot accidentally brush against your ankle. 
There was a light tease in his voice as he said, “And now my wife wants to use me for my body heat?” 
You kicked him in the shin before you thought better of it and heard his him chuckle as he settled next to you, his shoulder just brushing against yours. 
“That’s going to leave a bruise,” he said, and you froze when you felt his breath coast over the plane of your cheek, which meant he was looking at you. 
You didn’t dare turn your head toward his, no matter that you could see the outline of his profile in your periphery. “Good,” you replied. 
“I could just go back to the floor,” he drawled, starting to raise the cover. 
“No,” you blurted out, grabbing for his arm but your hand awkwardly collided with his hand, your fingers wrapping around his in the attempt to keep him from moving. The bed had already warmed since he’d gotten in only moments ago, and…and it was nice, him being this close, even if it made every part of you hyper focused on him. 
Stiffly, you let go of his hand, the pads of your fingers brushing over the back of his knuckles as you pulled your arm back under the covers. 
“It’s warmer now,” you said into the silence, glancing toward him. 
For a moment, you thought Shisui wouldn’t answer, and then you’d have to force yourself to sleep knowing you’d thoroughly embarrassed yourself, but then he shifted in the bed, adjusting his pillow under his head. He’d turned over, facing you fully. Briefly, you thought you saw a glimmer of his kekkei genkai in the place where you thought his eyes were, but there were only shades of shadows in the room. 
“It’d be warmer if you let me hold you,” he finally replied. 
You felt the heat of embarrassment light your face up faster than dry grass in a fire, and an alarmed noise escaped you before you could swallow it. Shisui laughed again, but the sound was soft, like he didn’t want to break the conversation off with it. 
“It’s just body heat,” he said, sounding like he was smiling again. 
You seriously wondered if he really could see your face, because he chuckled and reached out, chucking the underside of your chin with his index finger and making you close your parted lips. 
“I’m just kidding,” he said. “You can put your back against mine.” 
You swallowed, considering him in the dark. Even though the warmth of him was helping, you really were still cold and didn’t want to spend the whole night shivering – or waking up to a toe that’d fallen off from the chill. And you trusted him. This was Shisui, and if he wasn’t your friend, he was at least an acquaintance, and someone that you’d known for well over a decade at this point. 
“Just,” you started, and squeezed the blanket. “You can. But be serious.”  
He reached for your hand, his hand sliding down your arm, and you felt his pinky finger lock through yours. Your eyes widened at the gesture, something you’d never seen him do before, but you listened as he told you, “Turn over.” 
You felt him move closer, and your breath caught in your throat as you felt him settle his chest against your back, his arms wrapping around you as you kept the blanket pulled over both you. The scent of him was almost overwhelming at first, and as he pulled you into him, setting his right arm just in front of you, you exhaled a long breath, gradually letting yourself sink into him. His legs tangled with yours, one of his thighs slotted between yours, and one of his shins laying over your ankle. Heat practically radiated off of him, and you found yourself pressing closer to him as he brushed his nose against the back of your neck. 
“This okay?” you felt him murmur against your skin and couldn’t help the goosebumps that rose across your neck and arms. 
“Yeah,” you forced out, shutting your eyes as your heart jack hammered against your chest. You could practically feel his mouth brushing against your neck, and it took every bit of your self-control to not lean farther back to push his lips against your skin. 
You counted the seconds as they passed, willing your body to relax and let your breaths match Shisui’s as his chest rose and fell against your back. 
Hardly two minutes had passed before he whispered, “Your heart is racing like we’ve never slept like this before, wife.” 
“I can’t say we have, husband,” you replied, glad that he couldn’t see you screwing your eyes shut. 
He chuckled, his breath stirring some of the sensitive hair at your nape. “I’ll hold you every night, if you want me to, wife,” he said, and you knew he felt you stiffen again. 
“You’re insane, Shisui,” you muttered, pushing your face into the cool pillowcase. 
He chuckled, and this time his lips did brush against the back of your neck, making your body go rigid as he replied, “Then you can banish me to the floor again, wife.”
You grumbled, “How long are you going to call me that?” 
“Call you what?” 
You bit your cheek. “Your wife.” 
You felt him smile against your skin as he answered, “Maybe ‘til the day I die, but I just might find a way to haunt you so you never stop hearing me say it.” 
“But we’re not –” you gaped, starting to turn over, but only managing to twist so far that your face was directly in line with Shisui’s. “We’re not…” 
Words left you as you met his eyes, the red glow of his Sharingan eyes casting soft shadows over his face. 
Handsome, you thought instantaneously. He was so, so breathtakingly handsome. 
His hand was settled over your stomach now from when you’d turned, and you felt his fingers close around the fabric of the sweater as you stared at each other. 
You could see his mouth pull into a smile before he said, “We’re not…what?” 
You shut your mouth, not realizing you hadn’t done so before, and then replied, “Married. We’re not…married.” 
“I told that chef something else,” Shisui said, his eyes flicking over your face. 
Quietly, you asked, “What?” 
“I told her about how I’ve been in love with my wife since we were kids,” he said softly. “About how I couldn’t tell her for years, because my family was in danger, and I had to help them and how I wasn’t sure I’d survive it, and how when I did live and I started seeing her more often, it made me love her more, now that I was free to tell her.” 
You weren’t sure that you were breathing anymore. Your heart felt like it’d stopped beating in your chest, and all you could feel was every point of contact you shared with Shisui. 
“I told her about how everyone was figuring it out before my wife was, that I was in love with her, and even our boss kept assigning us on jobs together, trying to get my wife to realize I was chasing after her when she didn’t even realize I was running,” he continued, and his hand left your stomach, reaching toward your face. You felt him brush the side of his finger over your cheek, a gentle smile just barely illuminated by his kekkei genkai. “I told her that when my wife finally figured it out, she didn’t believe me and thought I was joking.” 
It was all you could do to stare at Shisui, realizing that he’d read your reaction perfectly. 
He shifted, pulling on your hip with his hand as he turned your body over so that you were facing each other. When you were laying face to face, hardly more than a hairsbreadth between your noses, he took one of your hands in his, giving you the opportunity to pull away before he slotted his fingers through yours. 
“I’ve been in love with you for years,” he said, squeezing your hand. “I wanted to tell you, but what I had to go through with the clan…with Danzō…” he shook his head, grimacing. “I couldn’t tell you, because if it turned out that you even cared about me at all, I wasn’t sure that I could promise you I would be around at the end of it all.” 
“ANBU,” you whispered. “Those years in ANBU…you hardly came around. You didn’t talk to me at all.” 
He frowned at the memory. “I didn’t want Danzō to have any advantage over me. If he’d known how I felt about you – that I loved you…” The patterns in Shisui’s Sharingan swirled, and you Sensed his ire roil in his chakra signature, a thin film above a much deeper rage, but then he exhaled, and the anger faded – quelled. “I can’t tell you everything, not right now, but there’s reasons why I didn’t tell you in the past. Sooner.” 
“I –” You closed your mouth and then swallowed. “You – I mean, me? You…you love me?”
“Yes you,” he answered, brow furrowing as his hand left yours and brushed over the side of your face, fingers catching in your hair. “Always you. Since before I even realized what I felt for you was love.” 
Your throat felt tight as the sight of him became blurry and you bent away slightly. He let you pull away, but he stayed close, his hand returning to the space it’d been with yours as you furtively swiped the sudden tears away from your eyes. 
“Shisui,” you said, reaching for his hand and holding it tightly in yours. “You love me?” 
The worried lines in his face softened, and he turned his hand in yours, holding it as he brushed a thumb over your knuckles. “I do,” he answered. 
“Shisui,” you shook your head, reaching out for his face and cupping his cheek in your palm. His eyes widened at the gesture, but he made no move to escape as your fingers curled in the damp curls at his hairline. You knew from Rin what it meant for an Uchiha to let someone touch their face, where their most precious possession was. “Why did you choose now, while we’re in the middle of nowhere, sharing a bed because it’s freezing cold while we’re on a mission to tell me this?” 
His smile pressed against your palm. “We’re on two separate missions,” he replied. When your brow furrowed he explained, “You’re on a B rank mission to deliver a missive to the Raikage. I’m on a S rank mission to be completed upon pain of demotion to genin and unpaid leave for ten years if I don’t stop irritating Tsunade-sama with my ‘longing puppy-dog eyes’ and tell you how I feel.” 
The laugh that burst out of you nearly made you knock heads with Shisui as you sat up, holding your stomach as you shook your head. 
“You’re kidding me,” you snorted, letting Shisui pull you into his arms as he sat up beside you, the blanket twisting around both of you. 
“Absolutely not,” he answered, pressing his face into your neck. “My mission payment is her blessing and paid time off if I can convince you to marry me in a year.” 
You tried to stop yourself from laughing, but couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. 
“You only told me tonight that you love me – you think we’ll be married in a year?” you replied, tressing your fingers through his hair. “What if we really can’t stand each other?” 
Shisui smiled, and you felt your stomach flip as he shifted, pressing you back into the bed as he leaned over you. “Do you love me?” he asked. 
You stared up at him and nodded slowly. “I do.” 
You watched as he lowered himself, putting his weight on his left elbow as he tugged you toward him so that you were facing each other again, noses just brushing. 
“Then you can tell me to sleep on the floor every night, or have me take a shower only after you for the rest of our lives, or make me get all of the food we’ll fill our house with, but I know I’ll always love you,” he said, curling his fingers through your hair. “You’ll never have to doubt me.” 
You pressed your hand to his chest and then reached around his neck, running your fingers through his short hair. “You’re awfully confident thinking that I want to marry you.” 
Shisui’s smile was something you wished you could remember in perfect clarity for the rest of your life, because something in your heart shifted, and you felt all at once just how much you loved him – had been loving him for years. 
“You called me ‘husband’ before, didn’t you?” he replied, and you felt his thumb trace the edge of your lip, delicate as he followed the curve of your mouth even as you smiled. 
“And you think I’ll do it again before a year is over?” you asked quietly. 
Everything about Shisui was gentle as he moved, just a tilt of his jaw and then his lips replaced his thumb, pressing against yours as he pulled you closer into him. Immediately, you responded, kissing him back as he raised your chin and tucked his hand under your jaw, fingers curling just around the side of your throat as his thumb held your cheek. 
Again and again he kissed you, his tongue swiping along the seam of your lips and when your lips were swollen and your breaths came in short pants, he moved again, kissing the side of your face – your cheek, your temple, your jaw – until he was against your ear. 
“Marry me whenever you want,” he said, caressing your jaw again, “just as long as you call me your husband again.” 
The smile that broke across your face nearly made it impossible for him to kiss you again. 
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smutteedreams · 2 years
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OR SO YOU THOUGHT
Madara x reader
WARNINGS: nsfw, smut, 18+, ansgty emotional sex, parts of canon
a/n: a lot of authors and their works inspired this fic and im listing all of them here. make sure you check them out:
'Fragments' by @persephones-darkness'
Demons' by @kuramakakashi
'First heartbreak' by @thelovehashira143
'Map to hope' by @madarasthicc
Song- 'Again' by Noah Cyrus and xxxtentacion
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Armor.
Headband.
Anxious hands hurried to discard clothes.
Gripping, tugging flesh and hair, desperate for each other. No words were said as urgency took the reins, leading both of you to your bed, holding onto each other anyway possible- sheer adrenaline and raw emotions drowning question and reason; his hands cupping and pinching the swell of your breasts, you arched into his touch dangerously.
There's nothing left for me here anymore.
The words he said minutes prior rang in your ears. Silence hung heavy in the air before the atmosphere crackled and you were on each other. You kissed him harder and with more fervour, trying to push away those thoughts. He reciprocated- his chafed hands picked you up before hurling you on the mattress, the sickly sweet moonlight blanching your supple naked body.
Madara wasted no moment in pouncing over you, his slacks thrown into the recesses of your room- a room bearing testimony to many such erotic nights, but not quite like this...no, not the same way, never the same way, The fear, agony, desperation intermingled with such irrepressible need for each other, twisted to mad, selfish hunger.
Hickeys that cracked your skin and drew blood in an attempt to mark you forever bloomed on your bosom. Madara stood up, rethinking his choices and decisions, doubt, pain and something akin to love lined his face- a deadly expression that could have made you crumble had you looked at it for a few seconds more. You pulled him back to you, back to where he belonged, or so you thought. He surrendered to your touch in total abandonment as you got on top of him, straddling his waist, his eyes dead and distant. So, you attached your lips to his again, hoping to reach the pits of his heart that had dark tar swirling in its depths. He seemingly came back to you as his hands found refuge on the softs of your thighs as he helped you ease himself into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a broken whimper of his name, prompting him to thrust all the way in while holding you down. His hands guide you to a rhythm as you hunch over his laid out frame, closing any distance, his hands knotted into your tresses, pulling harshly.
"Y/n...I can't..."
You hardly heard him with his staff splitting you in half, neither could you care any less- your peaks reaching a ceremonious high, breaths ragged, sweat beading on your back.
"God, I love you Y/n..." he rasped as his pace faltered.
"Tell me again."
"What?"
"Tell me that you love me again Madara!"
You scream-cried while sitting up to look directly at him, your eyes piercing his soul.
"I...love you...FUCK Y/n".
Again.
And again.
And again.
Madara chanted those words while drilling himself into you and ending in a explosive release that left you both shaking.
You rested your spent body over his and touched foreheads, sobbing from the mind-breaking high and also, hoping that this was enough for him to stay, that you were enough for him to stay.
.
.
.
Golden morning hues rolled in making you realize you'd fallen asleep. A smile tugged at your corners as memories of hot, writhing bodies and Madara's confessions of love eased into your mind.
"Good morning Mada-"
You turned around to search for his doting eyes but were met with a cold empty bed and a scratched headband-his headband- placed in front of a picture of when he kissed you for the first time.
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senju-sekhmet · 1 year
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Time for something else (1/2)
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Summary: Life as an ANBU captain has been eating at your very soul. You had been fortunate to have someone with you in what you first considered a privileged duty, but soon learned to be a perilous hell: Kakashi. The man you had looked up to since the beginning - and grew closer to, the more you learned about him. Yet the lurid schemes of a corrupt village elder might break you, as fighting in a system - for a system - that does nothing but throw bricks at you seems to be your undoing.
One final mission. Just one. Read part 2 here!
Length: 5,700 (part 1) Warnings! Graphic description of violence, body horror, (psychological) torture), suicidal thoughts/mindset (reader is not in a good place; at least in parts of this fic), very angsty but with a happy ending; pining, I mean it, pining, angst, happy ending. But. It gets dark first
My birthday gift to the bestiest, amazingiest, loveliest @kuramakakashi​!! Once more all the best to you bestie, may this year just be great all around 💖💖💖
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A tall, very familiar, silver-haired man was waiting next to your door, leaning on the frame with practised ease so many mistook for sheer sleaziness or nonchalance. He rarely was either.
Kakashi was frowning deeply, shades cast over his face from the dim light over your door. "I thought you did not have a mission this night," the question laced into his tune, but the worry was obvious.
You smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. I went to visit Itachi, it got late."
His dark eye mustered you up and down. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking - nor would you be able to sense it.
Kakashi stepped forward suddenly, his hand on your shoulder. Squeezing, lightly. Gently. "Please get some sleep. You don't look very well."
You chuckled haughtily. "So you keep saying."
His brow furrowed. "Because I mean it, Y/n," the light irritation obvious, now.
You blinked, slowly. "Are you worried about me?"
His frown deepened, the hand on your shoulder gripped tighter. "You  ask  me that?"
You dared a little smile, even. "You don't have to be, Kakashi. I'll be fine."
His eye widened instantly. His other hand grasped your shoulder now, pulling you closer. An unspoken urgency lingered between the two of you.
For a brief second, you wondered if he could read your mind.
"Y/n," he whispered in the same, shaky tune he had confided so many dirty secrets to you. Vulnerable. "I mean it."
You gazed in his face - what little you saw of it - his eye. The pleading look. Perhaps there was longing in there. And perhaps you felt grief - regret. But - those who abandon their comrades are worse than trash.
"You've been there for me all my life," Kakashi began, but you shook your head.
"Whatever happens next Kakashi - know that I am thankful. Okay? We-" you swallowed drily, your vision grew blurry. "We did everything we could. I couldn't be more thankful to have you here along with me."
"Yn-" He stammered, gaze wide, before you wrapped him into a tight hug.
Your arms closed in around his chest each, and you buried the side of your face into his shoulder protectors. His warm breath fanned the back of your back. He gasped - and your sluggish, damp resolve to hold him faltered a moment right before strong arms encased you in a firm embrace.
You didn't want this moment to end. Another little infinity, spreading between you. 
Why couldn't it just be this way?
Warmth lapped at the nothingness inside of you, quelling something - good.  Something you had thought dead the moment the Third had forced you back into ANBU.
Kakashi's breath hitched.
"Y/n," he whispered. "Why does this feel like goodbye?"
"I don't know, Kakashi," your frail voice almost broke with the lie you knew he’d detect easily.
He hugged you tighter.
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theacevampire · 1 year
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Happy New Year!✨
I'm a little late with this, but getting my sleep back in after NYE was a bit of a hassle.
I wanna thank everyone who followed, reblogged or liked anything in the last year for your support. This blog wouldn't be here without you and as a sign of gratitude I'll open requests soon💜
A special thanks goes out to my moots and creators that made my 2022 on this plattform: @whatshernameis @wing-ed-thing @ladykissingfish @krystalgaia @portfolio-of-dreams @nyaaaaanma @omiyours @historicfailure @imaginativeamateur @kuramakakashi
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namodawrites · 9 months
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any neji fic recommendations on ao3 or tumblr?? i always find myself rereading tacenda bc it’s so well written!
THANK U ANON 🥺✨💗💖💕 WAAAAAH thank u for rereading tacenda, i'm so happy to hear that!!!
i actually don't do a ton of reading of neji fics, though "exulansis" by @/kuramakakashi is one of my personal favorites! they have a masterlist with a bunch of different fics, so if you enjoy exulansis i hope u'll find smth else u enjoy on their masterlist too!! happy reading! 💕💕
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mrs-hatake · 2 years
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fic authors self rec !! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let’s spread the self-love 💖
i’ve also been tagged by @lemony-snickers and @historicfailure so thank you both for the tags 🥰
1) when you help your lover with mundane tasks - a wholesome and fluffy zoro x f!reader fic in which zoro helps his crush put henna on her hair and he’s in love with the smell of it and how soft her hair feels afterwards.
2) je te laisserai - a Kakashi x f!reader that is heavily a self insert fic in which y/n finally moves on from kakashi who is presumed dead. however, just when she is about to live her life the way people want her to, someone stops her from doing so. I love this fic a lot because it's something new in terms of writing styles. it's in 1st pov which is something I never do.
3) unfair - it's my first ever kakashi fic so it's very special to me ❤️
4) the pond - my very first fic on this blog so of course it's going to be on the list. the blog wouldn't have been where it is today without it!
5) straw hat boys + law reacting to their gf asking for a kiss - very VERY fluffy and super duper cute! I think this is the fic that put my blog on the map ^^
tagging: @mrsbakashi @kuramakakashi @ochizokulevy @thicctionalmen @mal-the-konohoe and anyone else who wants to do this :)
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chemmerson · 2 years
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em u like soulmate aus right? :D what's ur favorite one?? i'm partial to seeing color for the first time after touching ur soulmate, or having matching symbols on ur skin. there are really so many endless possibilities that all deserve to be explored <333
i do love soulmate aus!! you are so right, there are SO many possibilities which is why it’s one of my favorite genres.
i love matching symbols too, or matching words!! but i once read this fic (a iwaizumi x reader fic that i forget the name of) where the the MC couldn’t grow older until they met their soulmate. the MC went through their life with many different lovers, all of which she did love, but those people weren’t their soulmate. and the MC made all of these connections only to watch those lives pass by them, and they’re all the while searching for their soulmate.
i think that’s my favorite one i have read bc while it is heartbreaking, the conclusion is that much sweeter. (i am going to try and find that fic now haha it was so good)
im also in the middle of reading a kakashi soulmate au fic by lee @kuramakakashi and it’s soooooo good!!
soulmate aus, my beloved <3 is that your favorite au genre nonnie? i don’t know if i could decide a favorite au…
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thewaterlily · 1 year
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I posted 4,375 times in 2022
That's 2,403 more posts than 2021!
3 posts created (0%)
4,372 posts reblogged (100%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@/phen0l
@/soumies
@/kuramakakashi
@/heich0e
@/augustinewrites
(i don't want to spam-tag anyone so this way, it shouldn't tag any of you!)
I tagged 30 of my posts in 2022
#thewaterlilyogpost - 4 posts
#i would read this - 2 posts
#very helpful! - 1 post
#casually scrolling on twt - 1 post
#especially the way he expresses himself in all the ways you wouldn't expect considering he can't speak - 1 post
#i love love this!! - 1 post
#epsiode 14 - 1 post
#love them - 1 post
#the sound effects in this episode were absolutely crazy in a good way - 1 post
#a random news tweet telling me the queen is no more - 1 post
Longest Tag: 105 characters
#oh and you can like make up a whole story for your mc without having to care for all the canon stuff lmao
My Top Posts in 2022:
#3
why is my dash on light mode and everything else not when my settings are clearly on dark mode?? 🤨🤨
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#2
currently rewatching daiya no ace, if the amount of reblogs hadn't tipped people off yet...
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My #1 post of 2022
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5000 posts! (also known as: mostly reblogged posts, lol)
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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →
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natsuzoku · 2 years
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yellow, light blue and turquoise for the color mutual thingy !
- kuramakakashi 🦊❤️
I would say the exact same for you, Lee!! Thank you 💕💕
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powerofrice · 2 years
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How nice to see these two posting back to back
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Anyways,,, it's too early for lab, what if I listened to the wrong lung lobe,,
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kuramakakashi · 2 years
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golden dreams 
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#7 Shisui Uchiha
summary: sometimes, shisui dreams
word count: 667
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Shisui dreams about you more often than he’d ever admit. 
Most often in his dreams, you are laughing and smiling at him, the golden haze of a summer long-past bathing you in warmth whenever you fall into his arms or run your fingers through his hair or just stand in front of him, holding your hand out for him to take. There’s eternal bliss in the way you lean into his touch and say his name, an echo that haunts him in the waking dawn when he finds himself alone in his bed, a chill climbing up his spine. 
Sometimes though, his dreams are twisted by his subconscious fears and where you’ve been laughing, you’re now screaming and on your knees, the same hand you’d held out to him now tucked tight over a bleeding wound in your gut. The golden haze is gone, and dark fog curls around the scene of his nightmares, choking him and hiding you from him when he tries to run to you, to shield you from whatever fear it is that’s attacking. Sometimes, he reaches you in time to see you slump to the ashen ground; other times, the echoes of your screams chase him through the fog until he wakes up, clutching the hilt of the kunai he keeps under his pillow and covered in sweat. 
It’s on those mornings that he seeks you out sooner than taking care to more coincidentally cross paths with you. Today, he finds you stretching outside the entrance to the training grounds, dressed in a black undershirt and pants that cinch around your ankles. Your ninjatō is leaning against one of the entry posts, next to the pack you bring to every training day. 
“Oh,” you say, noticing him and standing upright, “good morning Shisui.” There’s something soothing in the smile you greet him with, making the grip of the claws the nightmare has sunk into his chest ease. There’s no blood, no tears, and no enemies; you’re alive, and breathing, and – 
You tilt your head. “Shisui? Are you okay?” 
He blinks, and stretches his arms behind his head as he flashes you a smile. “’course I’m okay (Y/N)-chan. Who else is gonna be here to protect you from those terrible genin of yours?” 
You laugh and Shisui revels in the sound. “Somehow, I think a jōnin would be able to handle a few genin, Shisui-chan.” 
“Oh ho,” he whistles, still smiling, “but just look at Kakashi and his trio. That’s plenty of trouble there – I have good money on Naruto kicking Kakashi’s ass before he makes chūnin.” 
You snort and pick up your ninjatō, but before you can grab your pack too, Shisui is already snatching it up from the ground and throwing it over his shoulder. 
He winks, “Gotta protect you from back pain too.” 
You roll your eyes but he doesn’t miss the smile pulling at your mouth before you walk through the entry gate. “What ever would I do without you, Shisui?” you tease, walking beside him. 
He hums, leaning closer to you as he chuckles, “You’d have to suffer these boring mornings all by yourself, with no one to keep you company while your terrible trio runs around looking for Shijimi-sama’s errant cat?” 
You grin up at him, and he almost stops walking, his heart leaping up his throat as you laugh and playfully nudge him in the side. “Look at you, Shisui-kun, the man of my dreams.” 
He blinks, and then remembers to smile as you walk ahead of him through the gate to one of the training grounds. His lips part, but as he watches you tie your ninjatō’s sageo to your belt, he shuts his mouth and just stares, letting himself memorize the sight of you like this – carefree, content, and alive. 
The next time he dreams, he hopes it will be of this moment, right as he swallows what he nearly instinctively admitted to you: You’re already the woman of my dreams.
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I’m so fucking sad now. Because of a fanfic about a fictional character. From an anime. Who isn’t even my actual favourite in the franchise.
What the everloving fuck.
I guess I’ll reread it tomorrow to make myself sad again and because it is the single best goddamn thing that occupies my brain right now. It will live there forever now, rent-free. I can tell.
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senju-sekhmet · 1 year
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Time for something else (2/2)
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Summary: Life as an ANBU captain has been eating at your very soul. You had been fortunate to have someone with you in what you first considered a privileged duty, but soon learned to be a perilous hell: Kakashi. The man you had looked up to since the beginning - and grew closer to, the more you learned about him. Yet the lurid schemes of a corrupt village elder might break you, as fighting in a system - for a system - that does nothing but throw bricks at you seems to be your undoing.
One final mission. Just one. Read part 1 here!
Length: 4,300 (part 2) Warnings! Graphic description of violence, body horror, (psychological) torture), suicidal thoughts/mindset (reader is not in a good place; at least in parts of this fic), very angsty but with a happy ending; pining, I mean it, pining, angst, happy ending. But. It gets dark first
My birthday gift to the bestiest, amazingiest, loveliest @kuramakakashi​!! Once more all the best to you bestie, may this year just be great all around 💖💖💖
Read on AO3!
Excerpt below
And now… you were gone.
Gone after having lied to him about your farewell. He should have said something then. Perhaps he had deluded himself into not doing it - because he did not want to accept that.
Because he could not accept that. A world without you in it -
No.
He leaned against your doorframe. Crossing his arms, Kakashi allowed a familiar wave of despair - of helplessness - to wash over him, letting it carry him away.
He needed to find out. What, what had you been doing? You had mentioned visiting Itachi late - an uncommon event; he went to bed early to be around Sasuke as much as possible, usually.
His best lead therefore should be the Uchiha compound.
Kakashi pushed himself off to be on his way - only to find a huffing Tenzo in front of him, having shunshined there. The man reeked of anxiety. He frowned. "Tenzo?"
"Kakashi," he breathed. His eyes were wide. "Y/n, Shisui and Itachi, they-", he broke off, shaking his head. 
"Be calm," Kakashi raised a hand, even if it was difficult to keep the urgency out of his voice. "What happened?"
"They found Danzo's Uchiha prison."
Kakashi's gaze widened.
The prison which both of you had suspected to be many things, but least of all a place to just hold the convicted Uchiha.
You, who had been breaking under the injustice of one individual such as Danzo running free while families had been torn apart by his politics.
You, served with a chance to get evidence for his crimes.
You - who had this blissful peace around you when you had hugged him.
The farewell.
A proverbial bucket of ice water had been emptied over Kakashi. He was drenched in cold sweat.
"Tenzo. Lead me there. Right now."
He could not bear the thought of losing you, indeed.
Kakashi Hatake would not be too late.
tag list: @ari-hatake15​
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lemony-snickers · 3 years
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do you have any fav kakashi x reader recs?
hi! yes! apparently a lot of them! lololol.
here are a couple of great ones, tho i know i'm missing many others. some of these are sfw, others are not. plenty to choose from! i'll try to tag authors if i know their tumblr, but will link to all stories on AO3 that i can! :)
btw, if y'all have any to add for our dear anon (or me!), pls drop them in a comment!
first of all, literally anything by @historicfailure (freakypseudwriter on AO3) - all of her work is incredible. communication is key is FABULOUS & ongoing, so there is lots to look forward to! i also really enjoyed through the eyes of an animal and speak in a roundabout way, which are part of a short (and extremely cute!) series. but, really, i can 1000% recommend anything in her extensive library, it's all 11/10.
also gonna recommend @chemmerson. hey champ (and other awkward exchanges) is freakin' a d o r a b l e, as are her other stories.
i also really enjoyed the scribbles: soulmate au by kakashisninken on AO3. that author also has a bunch of other kakashi/reader stories, including a very sexy regency au called the lightning strike. ugh. makes me wish there were more historical romance aus with kakashi.
and, for some cute sukea/kakashi fluff, i'd recommend polaroid by jes3 (@jazzi-fizz) and superfan by gavorche_san on AO3.
okay, now, i am gonna rapid fire some excellent kakashi/reader tumblr authors because it would be too difficult to track down links to all of their wonderful stories: @gmoonlight01 @whatshernameis @kuramakakashi @pfreadsandwrites all have great offerings, so definitely check them out! i can strongly recommend their entire libraries.
also gonna plug breakfast with ninken by @kakashiswilloffire because it was a request i sent in and it melted my goddamn iron heart with how sweet and cute it was.
all right. well, this might've gotten a little out of hand, lol. my bad! but there are so many great authors out there and i hope you'll take the time to support their incredible work. <3 i've thoroughly enjoyed reading every single author and story i've listed here, so they get the lemony seal of approval!
(is that a thing? no, not really, but i stand by what i said.)
((aaaannnndddd... sorry to all of you lovely authors for spamming your tags. it's just because i really enjoy your work and want to share it; hope you don't mind too much. <3))
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goddess-of-green · 2 years
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Tag game make a moodboard based on these instructions
I cheated a little bit with the sixth one and did Link bc I don't have a favorite celebrity (The art's not mine!)
Thank you for the tag @kuramakakashi!
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Tagging: @thelatinlibrarian, @hex-touchstarved, @thouxanbanfaunii, and @kinksandkurlsss
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saudade-mayari · 3 years
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Hey do you have any fic recs? Kakashi x reader or ukai x reader? ❤️
hq
—i highly recommend @akaashisbabygirl for keishin fics or any hq fics and headcanons in general, they’re mwa chef’s kiss!! and @keishinslove, my beloved moot from ukai nation discord server will provide you god-tier ukai fics!! @slutbench is also open for drabble requests she writes keishin too! you can check their masterlist on their pinned post!💓
naruto
—i highly recommend @bakubabes-hatake, @lemony-snickers, @mrs-hatake, @kuramakakashi & @whatshernameis for summm mwa chef's kiss kakashi fics 💓💓 you’ll definitely enjoy them. check out their masterlist! 💓
here’s my masterlist for naruto, most of them are kakashi x reader. i do have some keishin fics but like only 4 of them & the rest of them are headcanons 😂 but i’ll still link it here if ever you’re interested
hq masterlist, always be my baby , Yours or mine?, Tomorrow, The News
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