#yamato fluff

[anemptypuddingcup]

contains size difference & overstimulation.

trans boy yamato.

Yamato stared at you blankly as he watched you cook up some dinner in the kitchen. He was rather intrigued by your small size and cute mannerisms, actually he adored every inch of your and your body. He could help but to and even if you were rather smaller than him it didn’t stop you from getting with him.

Though parts of him worried that he’d hurt you from any type of affection.

“B-Babes…” He calls out to you, a nervous expression spread across his face as he pressed his fingertips together nervously. “Hm? Yes Mato sweetie?” You called out to him, giving him a sweet little smile. His smile almost melts the nervousness away from his body. Keyword almost.

“Do you ever worry about me hurtin’ ya? Like what him I accidentally hurt you..?” He asks, getting down to his knees to meet your height. You smile softly to him before peppering a kiss to his lips. “Yamato. I honestly wouldn’t mind that. It’s not our fault that our sizes are different.” You tell him honestly. He blinks for a moment before looking away nervously.

“W-Well…Could we…u-uhm…” He doesn’t finish his sentence. In fact he’s a bit too nervous to finish it. You blink to him before tiling your head out of curiosity. “Could we what sweetie?” You ask him. He glances to you before averting his eye contact from you. “C-Could we…m-make love tonight? L-Like we did last time!?” He asked, his large and soft hands grasping your smaller ones.

Your face begins to turn a deep shade of red and a nervous yet pleasing smile spreads across your face. “Y-Yes! Yes we can Yamato! I’d love to!” You smile to him. His eyes glistening and in the blink of an eye he swoops you up off of your feet and begins peppering kisses all over your face. “Ah! Yamato! L-Let me finish making dinner first silly!” You giggle to him.

Oh dear, it wasn’t a mistake to agree with this. However, you weren’t very used to Yamato yet. Not his size neither his behavior yet.

“A-Ahhh? Is this feelin’ good babes? Ya letting’ out so much of your voice.” Yamato breathes out shakily as he continues to thrusts into you, making sure to hit you deep inside and kiss your cervix. You let out loud gasps as you hand had stayed waffled with his, gripping his hands tightly while you arch your back off of your mattress.

“Y-Yes!~ I-It feels so g-good M-Mato!~ Y-You’re d-doing so g-gooood!~” You say out lengthily, your brows furrowing while tears began to brew at your eyes. He lets out a little chuckle as he watches you melt on his cock, the lewd sight of your legs loosely wrapped around his hips while his cock was embedded deep inside of you and spilling your juices out everywhere.

He enjoyed seeing you like this, enjoying and taking every inch of him like the sweet little woman you were. A sudden thrust against your cervix causes you to throw your head back, your eyes rolling up slightly as you felt that Yamato knocked some wind out of your lungs. “M-MHH!~” You let out a sweet yet loud moan as he continued to thrust into you, his soft lips pressing sweet kisses against your cheek and he whispers how good you were for him.

“W-Wow. Y-Ya really takin’ it all in like that. You’re such a good girl aren’t ya!” He whispers to you, a soft smile spread across his face. You bite your bottom lip as you felt yourself ready to release on his cock and so you suffer against him. “M-Mato! M-Mato m-m’gonna!- I-I’M C-CUMMING!~” You yell out shakily to him

Yamato’s eyes grew wide as he watches you squirt out onto his lower tummy, an amazed gasp leaving his lips as you did. “Woahhh, w-what was that? Y-You usually cream b-but I’ve never seen ya squirt like that before!” He asks you, seeming amazed by your orgasm. You trembled below him as he continues to thrust into you, a shaky yet loving whine leaving you as his cock continues to kiss your cervix and possibly deeper.

“Y-Yamato! Yamatoooo~” You moan out his name as you struggle to get your words out to him, but he was already so deep in wanting to make you cum again. “C-Cmon! I wanna see that again! I wanna hear those sounds again babes! Scream some more for me!” He says to you, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he felt himself growing close as well.

You mewl out underneath him as you felt his arms wrap around your body lovingly, a few whimpers leaving his lips and he trembles against you. “M-Mmgh~ I-I wanna c-cum~ B-But I wanna see you d-do that again~” He gasps out, drool spilling from his lips as he thrusts into you a bit more quickly.

Louder moans leave your lips as your cunt clenches around Yamato’s cock and you felt yourself ready to cum once again. “M-Matooo~ I-I feel it c-coming again!~” You moan out to him making him go faster inside of you. “I-I wanna c-cum too! C-Cum with me b-baby!~” He moans out before pressing a loving kiss to your lips. You trembled against you before shutting your eyes, a loud moan leaving your lips once again as you squirt out onto him and the sheets.

Yamato lets out a deep groan as he cums deep into your cunt, a satisfied moan leaving his lips as finally releases deep inside of you. He shivers against you as he grew cold and hugs you a bit tighter while you pressed your hands up against his forearms. He felt so warm and loving, so comfortable against you. “B-Babes? Are you okay?” He asked worryingly. You smile softly to him.

“I-I’m alright Yamato…” You chuckle to him. He gets silent for a moment. “I-I didn’t go too rough on you did I? Did I do good enough?” He asks nervously. You giggle before pressing a kiss to his temple. “You did wonderful sweetheart, I enjoyed it so much…” You admit to him, running your hair through his snow white strands.

He hums softly as he cuddles up against you, a little yawn leaving him as he grew tired. “I’m happy you did…I was worried that I’d hurt you…” He says softly to you. “I told you Yamato, it’s alright. We both enjoyed it didn’t we? I’m happy that we both felt good.” You say to him before pressing another smooch to his temple. He smiles and nods to you.

“Mhmm! I’m happy ya loved it…I’m really glad you enjoyed it babes.” He says sleepily.

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[quartermera]

Furniture Shopping with Yamato

Day 10 of Fluffvember 2023 Gender & race neutral reader Requested by Anon

Yamato jumped onto the bed with a small shout. As his back hit the soft mattress, he relaxed, sighing and closing his eyes. Opening them up again, he grinned in your direction.

“Come on, join me!” he invited you, tapping the place next to him. “We both gotta test it if it’s gonna be our bed.”

With a small smile, you laid down next to Yamato, albeit more calmly. You had to admit the mattress was comfortable, but it was a tad too soft for you.

When you said this to Yamato, he looked over his shoulder.

“How about we try that one?” he suggested.

With a nod, you agreed. You stood up together, Yamato holding your hand to lead you to the next bed. This time however, you shared a sneaky grin before plopping down on the bed simultaneously, causing heads to spin in your direction. You both laughed heartily at the reactions. You were not causing any harm, no need to be stuck up about the fun you were having picking out a mattress.

Once your laughter died out, you turned towards Yamato: “So, what do you think?”

“I like it!” he said excitedly. “We should get it, perhaps with a new bed too so we can get rid of that damned creaking!”

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[moumouton4]

Imagine Being Orochimaru's Daughter And Dating Yamato

A/n : I had a hard time writing it it felt so weird to struggle. But I fnally made it and I love it 🔥🦔

A/n : For the fic purpose imagine that you're sitting at a table on the floor, next to Yamato and Orochimaru is in front of him

Warnings : Fluff, slight comedy, Orochimaru has his own role in the fic as much as Yamato, Yamato is canon-verse like he doesn't seem to mind being the subject of Mokuton test of Orochimaru

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 2747

Yamato had never wondered about your family ties. After all, he didn't have anyone, so maybe you didn't either. He had met you at the Anbu long after Kakashi had become a genin instructor.

So he was very surprised at the beginning of your 3 year relationship when you told him that you would like to introduce him to your father figure. He was very surprised and he was a little - a lot - stressed. What if he gave the wrong impression, what if he didn't like him, and what if-

"Hey Yamato" you said rubbing his arm in a comforting way "Everything is going to be fine don't worry he's going to love you" "Y-you're sure ?" "Sure and certain"

He had taken a breath and after a quick kiss you parted, you going back to your place and he going back to the comfort of his apartment, ideas running wild in his head about meeting your "father" the next day.

On your side you didn't worry too much, you had known Orochimaru since you were a child. In your case he hadn't tried to trick you in any way. No. He simply took you in out of a sense of... kindness. He tried to convince himself that he was doing this for his own interest, but his heart had begun to change without him realizing it.

Of course one could clearly see that you were adopted, your h/c hair and beautiful e/c eyes were a far cry from the piercing, reptilian eyes of your father. But still you grew to love each other as father and daughter. He had taught you everything and you had been a great help in your own way.

On the big day Yamato took some time to decide what he would wear to make a good impression on your father. Far from thinking that he knew unfortunately enough already. He did his hair and decided to let his forehead protector home before leaving his house and heading towards yours.

He decided to take the path to the park to clear his mind of the anxieties that plagued him.

"Hello Tenzo what brings you in this outfit ?" he heard the voice of Kakashi who was reading a book sitting on a bench, his finger was pointed at the suit pants he was wearing.

"Ah that" he rubbed the back of his neck "I-I'm going to meet Y/n's father so I wanted to make a good first impression"

"First impression ? But you already know each other" he answered confidently

Yamato froze for a moment, his eyes fixed on Kakashi "Wait how ? When ?"

Kakashi smirked realizing that his old friend had no information on the subject "Well I won't spoil the surprise for you you'll see when you get there"

"Kakashi please tell me who it is-"

"Goodbye" said the older ninja waving, before he disappeared in a poof of smoke.

"Come on" Yamato shoot raising his hands above his head, before continuing his walk towards your house.

But the closer he got to your house the more he felt a sense of unease in his heart. He felt as if he could feel an extremely powerful chakra emanating from there.

When he got to the door he stopped, trying to remember who he had felt the chakra from before. He had already been standing in front of the door for 10 minutes as if he was trying to bore holes while he was trying to recall it. His eyes widened as he made the connection between the fabulous source of chakra and an old enemy he had a lot to do with in the past. He felt his heart racing with forecasting, how would Orochimaru react knowing that the man you as chosen was one of the children he had taken from his family to perform Mokuton tests.

He knew however that Orochimaru had changed but still, he wouldn't have thought that you were his daughter, not only because of the resemblance but also because you didn't really look like someone who had grown up with someone who was so evil - but truth be told you didn't grow up with this side of him. But little did he know that Orochimaru was not the same man with you as he was at that moment with the others who were using him for his personal scientific research.

Inside though, while you were busy serving the tea you had prepared to your father he drew your attention.

"Dear I think he knows, I've been sensing his chraka at the door for quite a while" his voice steady not giving anything away as usual.

You sighed serving your own tea "I know... I've been sensing it too. I'm going to talk to him" you said walking towards the door "Try not to eavesdrop... this time" you said sending him a dark glare before opening the door.

With a quick step you left your apartment and turned in his direction. He jumped back, still on his guard. A slight blush appeared on his face when he saw the pretty sundress you had specially put on for the occasion.

"Erm hey Y/n what are you doing here ?" he said mentally facepalming himself when he realized how stupid what he was saying was.

"Well I was at home waiting for you" you chuckled taking his hand in yours "But now that you're here I don't have to wait anymore"

He smiled sheepishly knowing that because of his moment of reflection concerning the identity of your father he was nearly 10 minutes late.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you looked back at him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back in time as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratefulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You took a step back into your apartment but his hand tightened on yours. When you turned your head back to him he gave you a look of doubt and apprehension. Of course you knew why and you bitterly regretted the childhood Yamato had known because of your father's actions. However, you couldn't go back as much as you wanted to, nor could you not tell him who your father is, or at least formalize your relationship with Orochimaru, the latter being very close to you, because of the gratfulness he felt that you had helped him change.

You came back on your steps and took him in your arms. As his head set on your shoulder you whispered to him "That's okay if you don't wanna met him. I won't blame you"

But he shook his head "No, I'm sticking with it. Sorry for the internal reflection moment"

He kissed the top of your head and nodded "We're good to go"

And so the two of you enter your apartment. After taking off his shoes Yamato walked shyly into the dining room, where Orochimaru was sitting at the table with his back to him, he recognized his long black hair. Suddenly he stands up and his gaze settles on you first before landing on Yamato. He bows respectfully in an uncanny way and Yamato does the same for politeness.

"Okay so dad this is Yamato... and you guys already know each other so I'm gonna let you guys and get some cake for tea" you said before running hoping you didn't forget to buy the pastries.

Once out of the room Orochimaru looked at Yamato and whispered "Don't expect an exaggerated display of politeness from me"

Yamato swallowed hard, he didn't even have time to answer when you come back in the room with a plate of pastries.

"Hey I didn't forget them after all" you said smiling.

"I bet these namagashis will be delicious my Dear" smiled your father.

Yamato's mouth hung open, not because of the pastries you bought in the bakery but because Orochimaru had just called you my Dear ?!? I mean he was your father but still it wasn't usual to act so- is that a genuine smile on his face ?!? O.O

After you all took a patisseries, orochimaru see you exchange a look of love with Yamato and he felt his heart swell, he was delighted to see his little flower happy and shining like that.

Yamato on his side had a hard time to relax. You realized this and discreetly tried to start a conversation with your father "So how are you doing ?" unfortunately for you the conversation lasted less time than you thought "Oooh you know the usual. Oh by the way Dear would you like to warm up my tea please it's running cold" "Of course" and with that you went back to the kitchen with his glass of tea in hand.

Once you were out of sight, Orochimaru, after taking a bite from his cake, put it back down and asked the man in front of him "I hope this isn't one of your schemes to keep an eye on me. If she ever were to complain about you in any way you will have to deal with me"

The end of his sentence was brimming with murderous envy. Of course he wanted to assess Yamato's worth but he was firm on the fact that whoever hurt his princess would end up hearing from him. Of course Yamato realized this last part and almost choked on his cake, he quickly took a sip of tea to swallow. Then he spoke, his eyes full of determination.

"No, of course not, I will never allow myself to play with her feelings in order to ensure your surveilliance"

His interlocutor smirked "Talking about feelings. Did the ROOT give them back to you packed in a box ?"

And just at these words, a wave of feelings comes to crash on the poor yamato, who had no idea of what Orochimaru was currently trying to do. Maybe because of stress or something else he didn't even think that the latter was maybe trying to test him. No, directly his mind jumped to conclusions and he imagined a twisted scenario in which Orochimaru decided that he had had enough of him and decided to eliminate him coldly.

But listening to his heart Yamato instead of crumbling under the weight of the words, decided to straighten up and look Orochimaru in the eye, his eyes filled with a certain determination and dare he add an ounce of protectiveness. Liking the look in his eyes, Orochimaru smiled - but even his smile was frightening for him lmao - causing Yamato to be even more wary.

As he tried to gather his words to refute your father's words and express his true and unwavering devotion to you, you came back in with the steaming tea as requested, along with another cake 

As you placed the tea in front of your father and the cake in the center of the table, your gaze fell on Yamato who had just swallowed the words he was about to address to your father. The smile he tried to throw at you to divert attention, as you sat back down next to him, could not hide the apprehension in his eyes.

You decided not to say anything, judging that if Yamato had thought it worthwhile to talk about it, he would have done so. However, your resolve was broken when your father took a knife to cut the cake and Yamato squeezed your hand under the table quite tightly.

And as if to add to his condition, your father spoke up and put a piece of cake in front of Yamato "I made this one myself. As a guest you'll be the first tasting it"

He couldn't say no in front of you, so with a trembling hand Yamato took a fork and dug it into the slice of cake before putting it in his mouth and exchanging a fearful look with you.

"What the hell was going on ?" you thought while waiting for him to finish his bite. He couldn't say that he didn't like the cake the sannin made however he was weary at the sight of its composition.

That was enough for you and you asked him "Tenzo are you feeling alright ?"

He looked at you with a face full of recognition, but also of embarrassment, as he saw Orochimaru serve you a piece and you too took a bite. He wouldn't try to poison his own child after all and with that he realized little by little that his apprehension and distrust of the sannin was a little out of place.

He looked at you before looking at your father, his voice filled with remorse even though he was trying to hide it "I'm sorry for the misunderstanding"

You looked at both of them trying to understand what misunderstanding your partner was talking about but Orochimaru spoke up.

"There is nothing wrong with that, my reputation is tenacious and I know it. However I appreciate what I can see before me" he said nodding approvingly as he looked at you.

You glanced at Yamato whose look made you understand that he was going to explain everything to you later. The meeting went much better than it had started for everyone, Yamato felt much more at ease, Orochimaru seemed satisfied with your choice and you... well you still had trouble understanding what you had missed but you were happy that everything went well nevertheless.

As you realized that the meeting was coming to an end, orochimaru spoke up "And by the way, who is going to move in with whom, as I realize that you both live in the center of town, maybe a house more away from the hustle and bustle would be more appropriate for infants"

"Infants ?!? 👀" exclaimed Yamato, a hint of red defining itself on his cheeks, his eye twitching.

"Pfffffffff dad !!!" you said after making a spit take as you started to choke on the little bit of tea you had swallowed. Yamato jumped towards you and gently tapped on your back to help you evacuate.

"What I'm worried about is my offspring-" he said before dodging a kunai that you threw at him. Yamato whistled, you were indeed your father's daughter. The latter chuckled "Oh I'm teasing you, Darling. Take care" and with that he placed a kiss on your forehead, nodded to Yamato and left your apartment, a smile on his lips as he added "Until next time Tenzo" and closed the door behind him, and this time it was the one who made a spit take.

You chuckled at your father's behavior, you didn't expect it all to go so well. When your gaze rested on Yamato, he was red, his mind retracing what your father had said about the children. A slight shudder ran through his body as he imagined the possible consequences that Orochimaru's words of you both having kids were having on him.

You gently ran your hand over his arm telling him how great he did for an official first meeting with your father. You quirked an eyebrow at him when you left how hot his skin felt under your touch "Aw is it because he talked about children that you are in this state ?" you chuckled as he buried his face in your neck his face as red as a tomato.

"You know" you said still patting his back "The subject of children won't be on the plate until the two of us decide it. That won't stop us from having our fun though" you said winking at him and clearing away the cakes that were on the table.

As his eyes followed your figure retreating into the kitchen, he couldn't help but feel a shiver of anticipation run through his body, was this an invitation ? Well for that there was only one way to know. He ran his fingers through his hair and with a decided but timid step decided to follow you. And take whatever you had in store for him.

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥪🥧 Again my requests are open 🍵🍮

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[suzakisbbygirl]

I've seen your fic on SWORD leaders falling for the same girl and thought it was cute and hilarious! Can you make another one where Cobra, Yamato and Noboru are possessive of their childhood friend(crush)?

Ooomg this is so good!!!

Thank you for the request!

Hope you enjoy☺️

Much love ~ ember

Cobra, Yamato, and Noboru Possessive Over their Childhood Crush

Cobra

Cobra is such a good guy omg i love him

I think when it comes to his childhood crush, he is comfortable enough to really let his guard down for them

He is very soft with them. He knows that he can come off as intimidating, and he wants nothing more than to just be a source of comfort for them

Whenever they are around, he doesn’t want them to worry about anything

I could see him putting on a perception that everything is okay, so that his crush wont worry about anything

But deep down he is hiding the fact that SWORD may or may not be falling apart, and that he is jealous after seeing some random person flirting with you

Cobra is possessive in a very chill way

He shows it when other people are trying to flirt with you, or other people are threatening you in any way

REFUSES to let people hurt you

And if they do, they wont make it through the night without a broken nose, best case scenario

He tells you everything when its just the two of you

His way of protecting you is letting you into his mind, so that you know what is going through his head in every scenario

This protects you in the sense that you know when to step back cause hes about to kick some ass

(Maybe just me but kinda cute lmao)

Whenever the two of you are out on the town, he is on high alert

Something could happen at any moment, and he wants to be ready for it, so that you dont get hurt

When the two of you are at diner Itokan, he always has you sit next to him

He knows your order too, so really all you have to do is sit there lookin pretty (easy for you, you’ve mastered it :))

Occasionally, if someone he doesn’t like, or if someone makes him feel even slightly threatened with you, his arm is around your shoulders

The two of you may not be together, but he makes it seem like it (can’t complain tho)

Knows that the diner can get busy, especially if all of Sannoh is there, so keeping you in the booth with him is the best way for him to protect you

And if you’re anything like me, dear reader, he knows that you are not the most comfortable in crowds, so he takes that time to reassure you that everything is okay, and that he wont let anything happen to you

Honestly whether the two of you are together or not, everyone around thinks that you are, just because of how possessive Cobra is of you

Perks of being the crush of the leader of Sannoh Hoodlum Squad: NOBODY DARES TO MESS WITH YOU

Overall: possessive in a very subtle way, and honestly makes it seem more protective than anything

Yamato

I see Yamato as a little bit of a wild card

I think it depends on the situation that the two of you are in

If things are good, and there aren’t any threats around, he is super chill, and laid back

Definitely saying something to make you laugh, its his most favorite sound in the world

However, if there is someone who is even just looking at you slightly too long, or looking at you with the wrong intentions….

Yamato is glued to you

Most likely has his arm around your shoulders, looking at the other person like hes about to rip their head off

Still fairly subtle, however I do think that if someone is making you uncomfortable, he would be the one to go up to them and say something

Now, this could either be him whispering in their ear, or he could simply stand from where the two of you are and yell across the room

Really depends on his mood for the day

Another one to be very soft with his crush

Remembers everything that his crush has ever told him, even from when they were little

Like the time you told him you like blue popsicles over purple popsicles

Still sometimes shows up to you with a blue popsicle cause he thinks its cute the way you light up when you realize that he remembered

When hes in a really possessive mood, he wont let anyone near you

I think on those days, he would take you somewhere where you two can completely be alone

Maybe to the top of one of the city buildings, so that ya’ll can see the view, and spend time together just the two of you

Is not afraid to let you see his intimidating side, however he will never use it on you

He’s a tall guy, and he knows his size is intimidating, but when he talks to you, he does whatever he can to take away that factor

Like when hes talking to someone else hell puff his chest out, but when hes talking to his crush, he tries to make himself smaller somehow??

I’m not really sure how, I’m a rather small person but you get the idea lol

Like Cobra, if anyone hurts you, they wont make it very far till Yamato is beating them up

Honestly, Yamato is a lover. He just wants everyone to feel included and happy

But he wont stand for someone hurting the one that he loves

When the two of you are at diner Itokan, he doesnt really keep you away from anyone, or in one certain spot, he lets you move around as you please, while he watches you intently

But if someone makes you uncomfortable he is by your side in milliseconds

The kind to take away all of your worries or anxiety and tell you everything will be okay, as long as he is with you nothing will happen

Looks deep into your eyes often, especially if it makes you flustered

Overall: hes such a softie with his childhood crush, but his possessiveness depends on the situation, and he is not afraid for you to see that side of him, he just wants to keep you safe and comfortable

Noboru

Noboru is different than the others

He is possessive in a way that is hard to hide

Though I dont see him at the type to directly fight, unless that situation happens, and he has no other choice

If he has the choice to decide how things go down, he thinks through it very thoroughly, and goes about it in a way that is more detrimental than a broken nose

I feel like hes got enough connections, especially with Cobra and Yamato, that he would send someone to beat them up, then would do something technical

Like the other person would just wake up one day and everything they own would just be gone

Like finances and things like that…. Just gone

HOWEVER, with you, he is so soft and gentle

When the two of you are out, he refuses to let you out of his sight

Not that he is constantly on edge, but he is very aware of your surroundings

Keeps you close at all times

Always smiling when you are around

And when you aren’t around, hes always talking about you, though he gets a little bashful when he does this

Would do anything to keep you safe

He knows what its like to lose someone romantically close to him, and every time you aren’t with him, hes on edge

He trusts you completely

Even when he was working with Kuryu, he kept you out of harms way, and told you all about it after he was out

Noboru is a quiet lover, he shares his admiration through the way that he looks at you, and gentle forms of PDA, if that is something that you are comfortable with

If you ever tell him that something he did made you uncomfortable, he would immediately stop, and apologize profusely

Takes very good care of you

Even helps you study for school

Overall: all he wants to do is take care of you. Very gentle and trusting with you, and though he knows you can take care of yourself, hes always there to support you

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[hauntedhokage]

Seated at the Bar

Yamato/GN!Reader (no pronouns or y/n)

Summary: Yamato’s got a crush, Kakashi finds that out when he’s sent on a personal favor to the Hokage to help the shinobi who she thinks might be developing an alcohol problem. But the nervous jonin needs a bit of a nudge, and Kakashi is happy to provide the support. Fluff. Cross posted to AO3

Word count: 1.2k

“This isn’t a high level mission by any means, but I’m worried about Yamato.” The request from Lady Tsunade was clear, and Kakashi sighs as he looks inside the bar where he knew Yamato would be. The younger man had been coming here on an almost daily basis over the last couple weeks, which had those who knew him concerned. His mission here was to see if he could support Yamato before he truly developed an alcohol problem.

But what he sees when he actually walks inside is not quite what he’d expected. Yamato is there, of course, but sitting at the bar with a look on his face that Kakashi could only describe as dopey while he sits. Whatever he was here for, it likely wasn’t the alcohol and that makes Kakashi feel better while further confusing him as he makes his way in and takes a seat at the bar beside the younger man. 

“What’s your drink of choice, Tenzō?” The question startles his friend, who immediately turns to look at him in shock. “Y’know, I’ve never been here.” 

“It's a relatively newer establishment,” Yamato mumbles, looking up when the bartender approaches with his glass and thanking them quietly. It’s then that Kakashi puts two and two together, smiling behind his mask when he realizes that his friend came here so often because he had a crush on the bartender. That was water in his glass, and that dopey look was a dopey lovesick look. 

“So, have you talked to the bartender you’ve been staring at?” Kakashi asks, already knowing the answer but enjoying how the man beside him turns red and chokes on his water. “Really, you’re here almost every night for two weeks and you don’t talk to the reason you come here?”

“I say ‘good evening’, and order my drink-”

“Your water?”

“-and I say ‘goodnight’ and ‘thank you’ when I leave.” Yamato finishes, watching as Kakashi shakes his head. “Look, it’s hard. I want to introduce myself and get to know them, but the introduction is hard when my name is subject to change. Plus everything else going on with me being a shinobi, I’m just not a suitable bachelor.” 

“That’s not something I expected to hear from you, Tenzō,” Kakashi comments, and Yamato sighs as he drops his head. “Usually you’re a bit more optimistic about potential outcomes.”

“I just- I don’t think it’s fair to endanger a civilian all because I have a crush.”

“And I don’t think it’s fair to yourself to keep doing this. If you don’t want to try anything then stop coming here every night. The Hokage thinks you’re developing a problem and I don’t know how to tell her that you simply have a crush.” 

“How do I introduce myself?”

“You say ‘Hi, I’m Yamato’.” Kakashi said it like it was nothing, and that has Yamato sighing as he finishes his water. “It’s just an introduction, you’re not proposing.”

“No, I can’t do this,” Yamato sighs, ready to get up but instead Kakashi has one hand gripping the neck of his vest to keep him on the stool while waving for the bartender with his other hand. He feels himself start to sweat as you approach, time feels like it’s slowed down considerably and he wants to leave but wants to stay and the indecision is killing him. Why didn’t he plan for this when Kakashi had figured it out so quickly? What was he thinking? He needed to go, but now you were standing in front of him and Kakashi was still holding onto his vest so he couldn’t exactly move without making some sort of a scene so he just sits and offers a smile when you greet them before asking what they were having. 

“Something other than water for once?” you ask with a smile, leaning against the bar as Yamato’s cheeks flush and Kakashi chuckles while ordering sake for the two of them. You nod, still smiling as you look between them once more before turning to go retrieve what had been ordered. 

“What are you doing?” Yamato asks, and Kakashi’s shrug tells him that he wasn’t going to get an answer that he liked out of his former captain. “Look, Kakashi, I-“

“I’m not letting you give up before you can even try. If you introduce yourself I’ll let it go.”

“Why is this so important?”

“Because you’re a friend and I care. Don’t let me down, Tenzō.” Well, even if Kakashi wasn’t his superior anymore, and order is an order and Yamato wasn’t in the business of disappointing Kakashi. This is why he sits up straighter when you make your approach with the two glasses and bottle of sake. He knows Kakashi is watching closely as you set the glasses down in front of the two shinobi, and he takes the chance. 

“I’m Yamato, by the way,” he introduces as you pour his glass, and you look up at him with a smile that felt much warmer than the one you’d given him earlier. 

“I’ve been waiting to hear what your name was.” The comment has Kakashi chuckling, Yamato stammering, and you’re grinning now at how flustered he was. “Yamato, I like it.”

“See, you did fine,” Kakashi praises as you walk away, and Yamato looks at him in exasperation. “I think they like you.”

“Y-you do?”

“Sure do. The way they looked at you was very telling.” Perks of looking at a civilian, he supposed, most people who aren’t trained to be shinobi aren’t trained to carefully mask their expressions so as to not reveal too much. “The smile was also different from the first one they gave. Why else would they wait so long to find out your name?”

“Now that I’m never going to live this down, I think it’s time for bed.” And so Yamato requests the bill, completely avoiding eye contact with you or Kakashi as you slide it his way with a wink before continuing to attend to your other patrons. There was a bounce in your step now and, as much as he wanted to think it was because he had introduced himself finally, he was more than certain it had to do with the fact that he ‘d be leaving. Which was fine, he supposed. He tried and that was what mattered. 

Until he actually looked at the sheet of paper.

‘Yamato- 

Tea house in the market district, 10am?’ Is neatly written on the bill, and Yamato turns red when he realizes that you’re asking him out on a date. With Kakashi reading over his shoulder as icing on the cake. 

“I’ll let Lady Hokage know that you’ll be busy tomorrow morning when I report back and let her know that you’re not an alcoholic. Thanks for the drink, Tenzō.” 

“Hey- wait, Kakashi!?” But the elder jonin is already gone, and Yamato is fishing for his wallet. Somehow he always ended up paying, and he knew he’d be paying tomorrow morning, too. Only he wanted to pay for your drinks. 

#yamato/reader #yamato x reader #yamato x gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral fanfic #yamato naruto #captain yamato x reader #yamato fluff #tenzo fluff #tenzo/reader #tenzo x reader #tenzo x gn!reader #bartender!reader #naruto shippuden fanfic

[undersero]

The One Where Yamato Shares His Feelings

Canon Shippuden. Yamato x GN Reader.

Hurt, then comfort; argument to fluff.

“I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you,” Yamato murmurs, his warm breath ghosting over your flustered face. Your lips are barely touching now; he’s pulled away from your kiss to speak.

Still in the afterglow of kissing him, it takes you a moment to respond, and you do before the bitterness fully sinks into your stomach.

“I hate how you say that,” you respond, finally opening your eyes to meet his.

Unsaid words bounce between the two of you, words of want and desire. Words of need and hope. You love Yamato, love him with your whole being. Some days, you think he loves you too.

And then he says things like that. ‘I shouldn’t allow myself to get so close to you.’

“I’m not a disease,” you whisper, voice heavier with the weight of his declaration. “I wish you wouldn’t treat me like one.”

“I’m not,” he argues immediately, before breaking eye contact, uncharacteristically flustered as he moves back a bit more. He’s still holding you now, but your faces aren’t nearly as close. You miss the warmth, even as upset as you are. “I don’t mean to. I just… my mission-…”

“I know. Your mission. You have to protect the Hidden Leaf. Only you can do that, right? No other shinobi is capable. Just Yamato.”

It’s hard to believe that several moments prior, you were passionately kissing this man that you presently want to clobber.

Your voice is colder now, frustrated and mean, and your words are sharper than you intend. Yamato winces when they tear at him.

“I hate when you make it sound so juvenile.”

And that’s a fair point, you know it is. His mission is, in fact, vital. He is tremendously qualified to complete it, although he is by no means the only one who can. You both know that.

But you’re hurt. And you have to hurt him back. It’s not right. You both know that, too.

Awkward silence expands between you. He doesn’t want to speak, and neither do you, but you can’t bring yourselves to untangle your arms and be separate. The warmth is too good. The comfort is too strong.

Nearby, an owl hoots. Crickets chirp. A breeze ruffles the trees underneath the starry night sky. It’s quiet in The Hidden Leaf, most everyone is asleep or having hushed conversations like this one.

You break first. You always seem to.

“I didn’t mean to say it like that,” you tell him, defeated. “Your mission is vital. I know that. I know what it means to you and to the village.”

What’s left unsaid is, ‘I wish you would understand how vital you are to me, though.’

Your admission eases the air between you and your lover. His arms flex around you. As per usual, Yamato’s face is unreadable.

“You’re not a disease.”

“What?” You blink in surprise.

“You’re not a disease,” Yamato repeats, licking his lips like he’s bracing himself to continue. “I don’t mean to make you feel poorly when I say that.”

You crane your neck, hanging on each word.

“Then why do you say it?”

He’s quiet for a minute, lips pressed together for a moment until he softens upon looking into your eyes for too long. It’s visible, noticeable, something you hadn’t seen before, and it makes you tingle. Yamato is tremendously handsome.

“Because I am afraid,” he admits, his rich voice cutting heavily through the space between your bodies.

“Of me?”

His answer is more immediate.

“No. Yes. Kind of? I-“ he sighs, one hand leaving your body to rub at his pink face. You see his struggle with the words but don’t alleviate his efforts. You need to hear this as much as he needs to say it.

After a moment and a deep inhale, he speaks again.

“I am afraid of letting you get too close because you might get hurt,” he reports, some semblance of his usual measured, reasonable tone back in his voice. “I don’t want that to happen because of me. I’ve never had anyone so close.”

You know this. It’s surely different for him, having a close, physical relationship with someone when he’d never had one before. His hand slides to your cheek.

“But,” Yamato breathes, “I’ve never felt this way before, and it terrifies me.”

This revelation hits you like a freight train. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, adjusting your body in the necessary manner to do so. Seeing Yamato, your calm captain, look so frightened and nervous and vulnerable stirs something inside you that forces you to comfort him. There’s just no way you couldn’t.

He smiles a bit, returning the kiss to your lips with the same loving gesture.

“It’s good though,” he murmurs thoughtfully. “It’s exhilarating.”

You’re thrilled. Ecstatic, actually. But…

“Then why do you push me away?” You want to know, eyes pleading. “What am I doing that makes you want to stay away?”

Vaguely, you’re aware of how desperate and pathetic your words are. But you can’t bring yourself to care, not now, not when Yamato may just continue bearing his soul to you…

“You’re making me want to get even closer,” he says.

“What?“ you echo, dumbly staring at him without comprehension.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Yamato says, pressing your foreheads together, “I don’t know at all. And I’m so scared. But I like this- I like you- so much. And I want you closer and closer until I don’t know anything but you, and that’s scary…” he licks his lips again, “and I push you away because I’m scared. I’m scared because I can’t stand to be away from you.”

This silence is more comfortable than the first one, for you, anyway. Your heart hammers in your chest, pumping blood through your veins, warming your skin and setting your tummy alight with joy and excitement.

“So how about…you don’t.”

Finally, in this whole conversation, it’s his turn to be dumbfounded.

“What?”

“Just don’t stay away from me. Come find me every time you want me. You can’t be scared of this forever.”

For a second, he’s gaping. And then he blinks and a laugh leaves his lips. And a moment later, he’s kissing you like a starving man, pulling you closer to him in a way that’s more urgent than you’d ever felt from him before.

That’s all the confirmation you need- it’s a pretty good plan.

#yamato fluff #captain yamato #Shippuden fluff #yamato x reader

[sakinotfound]

I want prompts 26. "I knew I would love kissing you, but this was..." "Even better than the dream?" "Yes." For Yamato Tenzou and fem!reader? I don’t mind if you want to add nsfw

fucking kiss me | yamato

cw: fem!reader, female bodied reader, pinch of angst to fluff, use of cuss words like always, you and yamato kissy kissy and make out a little thas it

prompt: "i knew i would love kissing you, but this was..." "even better than the dream?" "yes."

a/n: here's your request @kaylalovefanfic , finally lol. thanks for requesting and sorry for the delay😭

yamato has been acting weird for a couple of days now. weirder than usual actually.

everytime you entered the same room as him, he would immediately leave it. anytime you joined the same group as him, he would immediately shut up and won't contribute in the conversation anymore. worst part, he wouldn't even look at you. you are in a gathering with your friends or discussing about mission details, he would interact with anyone but you. whenever you talked to him, or at least tried to, he would somehow become busy and evacuate the area in a rush.

you weren't sure if you did something wrong, something to offend or hurt him. but his constant escaping you and ignoring you on purpose hurt you for sure. and it also annoyed you. there were times when you were certain that he hated you and found your presence a nuisance in his life.

your worries and insecurities were quickly dismissed by kakashi, though. when you confided in him after he caught you talking to yourself in the empty jonin office, he stared at you like an owl for a solid minute before he burst out laughing. mocking you in the process for thinking that tenzoū of all people would hate you. whatever he meant by that anyways.

it was another beautiful day in konoha. it had rained last night so naturally the many trees of konoha looked freshly bathed and vibrant, small puddles of water formed here and there. you could see small children playing with boats in the corners. there was still a faint fragrance of wet soil in the air. it was a pleasant morning.

you, on the other hand, were not pleasant at all. ask anybody in the jonin office and they would advise to steer clear of you. well by anyone, i meant sane people. not troublemakers like anko and genma, purposefully trying to test your patience.

your eyebrow twitched and you clenched your jaw. your mind was already clogged since last night. thinking about how unfair it was that he suddenly changed his attitude towards you and now acted hostile. like c'mon! talk it out like two mature adults.

you just couldn't stop thinking about the brunet. he was all you could think about for a few days now. you remember how you spent countless nights thinking about him, him & you and him & you. if you know what i mean.

slamming your mission report which you were trying to read, keyword trying; you abruptly got up. pushing the chair far away in the process. anger flaring and fumes leaving your nostrils and ears you strode towards the door and slammed it shut on your way out.

you didn't even know when you reached yamato's office until you saw the man standing in front of you. your brain was full of every type of hormones right now. anger, sadness, hurt, stress, anxiety.

forgetting your manners to knock before entering… or maybe you purposefully said fuck you to manners, you slammed this door shut in the process too.

yamato jolted. for a ninja, he wasn't really alert today. he should have sensed your arrival sooner and that would have given him ample time to escape, again.

but luck was on your side today. you locked the door from inside, blocking one way to escape at least.

you took long strides towards your crush and pushed his shoulders hard. pushing him against the wall as his back made a harsh contact with the hard surface behind him.

everything happened so fast that he had no reaction time to process anything— your entry, your flaring chakra, your deathly glare, and your breasts pressing into his toned chests, forget about reacting.

your irises stared into his dark ones. the warm breath from him tickled your face and at that moment, something snapped within you. perhaps, it was common sense. you just realised just how close you two were and just exactly what you were doing to him.

your face heated up and so did his, bright red colouring his pale skin. but still, you didn't back away. not now, this was probably your one and only chance.

"why are you ignoring me?" your voice came out quieter and raspier than you intended it to be. soft if you will, almost…hurt. your goal was to sound intimidating and loud, bold and accusatory.

he didn't respond. choosing to shy away and look elsewhere. dodging your questions but your eyes followed his.

a frown settled on your face, eyebrows furrowing. you held his jaw and turned it to make him face you. "look at me when i am talking to you."

he gulped. "i asked you, why are you ignoring me?"

his eyes begged you to just let him be, to not make him answer that question. but you didn't budge.

he sighed, "you won't understand."

"try me."

he looked into your eyes, a frown on his face too. he looked down at your lips, his gaze stayed upon them for a little too long before he looked back up.

"yamato-" you gasped. "do you- are you-"

"i like you. i like you a lot actually. i- mhmph!"

you pressed your lips to his soft ones in a heartbeat. tilting your head to your left, you deepened the kiss. shocked at first, but he got right back real quick. he returned the kiss. holding you by your waist, he pulled you closer. now interlocked you moved your lips slowly against each other, enjoying the feel of each other's lips against your own, relishing the taste you imagined for so long. eyes closed, glued together by an adhesive of love, longing and desire, you two finally kissed each other until you had to break apart. gasping for the much need oxygen, yamato looked at your swollen lips.

"i knew i would love kissing you, but this was..." he breathed in.

"even better than the dream?" you grinned.

"yes." he breathed out.

#yamato #tenzou #yamato x reader #tenzou x reader #naruto #naruto x reader #yamato fluff #krishna's requests #kaylalovefanfic

[delirious-donna]

Do you like pregnant? If you do, then Yamato Tenzou and his wife found out that she is pregnant, what it like to have Yamato Tenzou take care of his pregnant wife through 9 months and deliver baby when she is in labor? And how good father he is? I don’t mind if you want to add nsfw or gender. Love romantic.

If you don’t like pregnant, then that’s okay I’ll change different question let me know.

I don’t mind pregnancy asks, although I find they can be a bit more triggering for some so I will put my answers below the cut and add some trigger warnings in my tags! 😁 fluff, fluff and more fluff for the beloved Yam Yam!

Yamato would be a nervous wreck for the entire pregnancy. He would worry constantly, resistant in leaving your side for longer than a single day and likely refused any missions that would not allow him to return to you in the evenings.

He would certainly have someone posted by your shared home at all the times he wasn’t there personally, and he would accompany you to all appointments. Yamato loves nothing more than settling your back against his chest, cradling you to him as his hands rest gently on the swell of your tummy. Enraptured by the fluttering kicks that dance against his palms, speaking so gently to the little baby inside that he simply can’t wait to meet.

“Little precious one, you gotta stop kicking your mama like that. I can tell you’re gonna be so strong in whatever it is you want to do. I love you.”

He rubs at your aching muscles without prompt, gauges the temperature of your bath water before helping you into the tub and speaks to you from the bathroom floor as you relax.

Excitement is the prevailing emotion, yet doubt always manages to creep in. Yamato worries that he won’t make a good father, he didn’t exactly have a good role model growing up. What if he makes mistakes?

When the time finally arrives, half the medical-nins need to deal with him! Yamato is practically hyperventilating at seeing you in pain and distress. It isn’t until you yell for him with your hand outstretched, such desperation for only him, that he finds the resolve to come through.

He holds your hand the entire time, wipes your brow, kisses your sweaty tear-stained cheeks and encourages you to push when directed. That first gasping, high-pitched cry breaks him completely. Yamato cries very openly, so goddamn proud of you and instantly in love with the baby that nestles against your naked chest. His heart could not be more full, his family is complete.

Yamato is the best father and you always knew he would be. He doubted himself, his confidence was never good and it was such a shame because he was a wonderful man. The bond he had with his child was beautiful and you couldn’t love him more.

The sight of the dark-haired man with equally dark eyes cradling the tiny bundle that squalled and waved chubby limbs with abandon was tear-inducing. A wobbly smile traced your lips as he met your gaze and witnessed the adoration he expressed.

Yamato is an amazing dad, and a wonderful partner and I’ll fight anyone who disagrees!

#delirious answers #tw pregnancy #tw birth #tw babies #yamato x reader #yamato fluff #yamato tenzo

[lemony-snickers]

an overdue gift.

🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

my very dear @kankuroplease, words can’t express how grateful i am to have met you through this fandom and how fucking stunned i remain that you ever talked to me or that i was able to work with you on the donations for stories & art campaign.  what a dream, truly.

i have written you a fic i was supposed to write for you months & months ago.  it is technically a very belated companion piece to bugs, of all things by our beloved @wind-becomes-lightning though it’s nowhere near as cute.  i don’t have any art to go with it, but thankfully you yourself answered my nosey anon ask with a beautiful piece that i incorporated into the end. so thanks for that (and sorry for being a sneak).

take care & have a perfect day, my dear. ily.  <3

Title:  The Jonin Emulsion Summary:  Katsura was on a mission.  Well, not a mission, like a shinobi assignment.  She actually just turned one of those down because she was busy working on her new cake recipe.  But she was on a... uh... quest, yeah, a quest to help her sister Aori finally confess her feelings to Yamato.  Now if only she could get anybody to help her, this whole thing would be a lot easier. Word Count:  7,202 Warnings:  none.  fluff and fluff and katsura being a bit of a brat, but that’s all.  sisterly feels all ‘round.  kakashi is a troll, the end.

Katsura had to wonder if she had ever looked as absolutely ridiculous before confessing her feelings to Shino as her sister did at this very moment.

With shimmering eyes and bright red cheeks—an effect Aori had attempted to blame on a sunburn, despite the distinctly overcast weather Konoha had suffered the past week and a half—she looked more like she was meeting an idol than a co-worker.  Like Shino when seeing a rare species of beetle for the first time or Yuuta when presented with the challenge of flirting with someone new.

And the cause of the brilliant flush over Aori’s face was none other than the man Katsura recognized vaguely as the now-infamous Team 7’s interim babysitter; a man who went by the name of Yamato and seemed even stranger than Kakashi Hatake, Team 7’s original leader and now the leader of the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Katsura snorted.  That her sister had ever thought Shino Aburame was an odd choice of suitor seemed far more ludicrous now.  Yamato, as far as she was aware, didn’t even have a last name.  And what was up with that weird chin-protector thing he wore?  Not to mention the happuri, which was so outdated as to be laughable.

Did Aori have a Senju kink?  Because between the brown hair and the face guard, Yamato looked like some bizarre combination of the First and Second Hokages.

As she finally turned away toward her original purpose, sorting through a crate full of oranges to find only those which were perfectly ripe, Katsura tried to push thoughts of Aori and Yamato to the back of her mind.  She had other things to do than worry over her sister’s non-existent love life.  After all, she was on a mission.

Not a mission, like a shinobi assignment—she was taking fewer and fewer of those now that the War was over, and she wondered if perhaps she might be able to retire early, to pursue other interests dearer to her heart.  Rather, she was on a mission to perfect a new recipe.  Thus far, the orange chiffon cake had eluded her; either too dense or not flavorful enough.  Today, though, she was going to finally craft the perfect version, a quest which had brought her out into the market to buy citrus fruits immediately after their delivery, thereby ensuring their freshness.  Aori had come with her, having just finished her morning training, though now Katsura wondered if there had been ulterior movies involved in her sister’s offer of accompaniment.

Of course, trying to ignore her sister’s romantic plight was only possible for a very short time—in fact, it was really only feasible in the brief quarter hour between Aori bidding farewell to Yamato when Katsura shouted that she was done shopping and the moment they returned home.  Because by the twelfth time Aori had heaved a long-suffering sigh, there was no longer any way for Katsura to ignore her sister’s idiocy and it became clear an intervention was required.

Katsura Morita rarely had cause to interfere in her sister’s life.  Aori, for the most part, was more than capable of taking care of herself—and Katsura, when you came right down to it, for whom she’d been a surrogate mother since a young age.  Not to mention her genin squad, the true pride and joy of Aori’s life.

But this was painful.  As bad as the sting of a Warrior Wasp.  (Or at least, it seemed that way, Katsura wasn’t about to volunteer to subject herself to that particular insect’s whims any time soon, no matter how often Shino espoused the creature’s beauty and instinct.)

“Stop sulking,” she said, adding orange zest and freshly squeezed juice to her batter and whisking deftly.  Katsura wielded her kitchen implements with the same finesse as her sword, a thing which made the process of mixing much more reasonable without a machine to work on her behalf.

Aori hardly acknowledged her, though, waving a dismissive hand as she continued to frown down at her own blades, laid out before her to be sharpened, though she had yet to pick up her whetstone.

Katsura rolled her eyes.  Since when was she meant to be the more mature of the two?

“You’re being ridiculous,” she added, turning her attention to the flour and sifting in a third before beginning to mix again, “you should just ask him out.”

Aori huffed, still pouting in Katsura’s estimation, and picked up the stone she’d left untouched until this very moment to begin sharpening her swords.  The tactic was transparent, but Katsura figured it was at least better that she’d finally stopped wallowing over Yamato enough to be productive.  The melodic shnk, shnk, shnk! made by the whetstone as it glided over steel steered Katsura through the rest of her preparations.  Slowly, she added the remaining flour, folded an egg white mixture into it, and then poured the batter into her prepared chiffon pan, tapping it carefully to remove the air bubbles before she set it in the oven to bake.

By the time Katsura removed her oven mitts, Aori was sheathing both her weapons, and still pointedly—and infuriatingly—ignoring Katsura’s suggestion.

“Why are you being so stubborn?”

Aori bit her lower lip in frustration and for the first time Katsura wondered if perhaps she was pushing her sister a bit too hard.  Still, she couldn’t pretend Aori wasn’t being foolish.  She was beautiful, strong, and one of the kindest people Katsura knew, even if they hadn’t been sisters.  That she was so terrified of asking for something she wanted—so afraid to put herself out there—felt wrong.

Her sister deserved so much—deserved the whole world and more, as far as Katsura was concerned.

And as Aori slipped away to her room, still without saying a word on the subject of Yamato at all, Katsura realized she would have to take matters into her own hands if she was going to ensure her big sister the happy ending she deserved.

She consulted Shino first, of course.  But her boyfriend was reticent at best to get involved in even the affairs of his closest friends, let alone a shinobi who technically outranked him.

“Your sister knows better than you what she wants,” he said, eyes focused on his kikaichu, “Perhaps you should defer to her judgment.”

Katsura’s cheeks puffed out indignantly and when she released a harsh whoosh of breath, it blew her hair back from her face like a gust of wind.

Shino chuckled, the deep timber of his voice reverberating in his chest in that way that made the hairs at the back of her neck stand to attention.  Katsura couldn’t help but soften the wrinkle between her eyebrows as she watched Shino pick up a trail of his insects with his finger and lead them over to the table where he was examining them in sets of twelve or fifteen, checking for any who might be sick or overexerted after his recent lengthy mission.

She stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his spine and nuzzling close.  As a result, her voice was rather muffled when she grumbled, “She’s too chicken to do it herself.  She needs me.”

Shino only chuckled again.  “If you say so.”

Katsura did say so, and she knew she was right, even if her boyfriend didn’t.  Even if Aori didn’t.

This was going to be like creating a new cake recipe.  It didn’t matter how many pans came out burned or how many fire alarms she set off, Katsura was going to figure out the perfect combination of timing and ingredients to achieve the ideal result.

In this case, rather than an orange chiffon cake—which was marvelous, by the way—she was going to get her sister a date.

Though, that was easier said than done, if she were honest.  Despite now being in a happy relationship with Shino, it had taken quite the push to get there—a push from none other than the woman Katsura was now determined to help in return.  The irony did not escape her, and Katsura wondered briefly if perhaps romantic ineptitude were some latent genetic trait of the Morita Clan as a whole.  She refused to dwell on such a thought for too long, though, in the interest of devising an appropriate plan instead.

Next on her list was a visit to Iruka Umino, Aori’s closest friend since childhood and the man Katsura thought Aori was in love with for several long years.  Aori had sharply intervened when Katsura began questioning Iruka as to when he was going to ask her sister to be his wife and have his babies.  She was only seven, of course, at the time, but that did nothing to tamp down the horrid embarrassment of both Iruka and Aori, who were probably still blushing over a child’s innocent inquiries.

Katsura smirked at the memory of their tomato-red faces and sputtering as she cut a generous slice of cake to bring with her.  Iruka could be trusted, and though he would probably help no matter what if she asked, there was no reason not to ensure her success with a little help from her kitchen.  She always knew exactly how to get on Iruka’s good side before asking him for a favor.

Iruka was easy enough to find, as usual.  While many things had changed since the end of the Fourth Shinobi War, the long-time teacher was still as steadfastly devoted to his students as ever.  And though his position was rumored to be changing slightly—gossip flew that he would be promoted to headmaster soon, a thing which interested Katsura especially because it would make room for Shino to join the Academy as an instructor—he was still diligently grading tests by the time she found him hunched over his desk late in the evening.

Katsura admired him for a few moments before she knocked on the open door, watching as Iruka read each paper carefully, so focused on the task before him that he muttered to himself and did not recognize her presence.  He jumped when she finally rapped her knuckles on the doorframe, but his fright soon turned to a warm smile when his eyes met hers.

“Ah, Katsura!  What brings you here?”

She smiled and held out a piece of orange chiffon cake, carefully wrapped in beeswax paper.  “I tried a new recipe and thought you might like to be one of my taste testers.”

Iruka lit up as he always did when offered one of her new creations.  He sniffed the air as if trying to track something through the woods, which seemed extremely strange, but Katsura tried to keep her expression as neutral as possible.

“It smells delicious,” he said once he’d stopped smelling the air like a dog, eyes sparkling.

Katsura plopped down in the seat across from his desk and set the slice of cake before him.  She leaned back in her chair, frowning when all but her toes could no longer reach the ground, and watched as he unwrapped the offering.  Iruka licked his lips and broke off a generous piece with his fingers before popping it into his mouth.  He groaned, eyelids fluttering closed.

Katsura giggled.  She did love that he was so complimentary of her culinary experimentations.  It was always a nice boost to see someone enjoy her sweets so much.

“I assume that means you think it’s good?”

“Divine,” he said, “your best yet.”

She rolled her eyes.  “You always say that.”

Iruka just gave her a warm smile in return.  “Because it’s always true.”

Katsura did not blush at the compliment.  Definitely did not.  Perhaps she was too quick to judge Aori for claiming a sunburn, though, now that she thought about it.  There had been a little peek of light through the clouds a few days ago when they went for a walk by the Naka River…

Iruka took another bite, licking his thumb and forefinger as he leaned back in his chair.

“Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re really here?”

Katsura puffed her cheeks up and huffed a breath.  Iruka may not have been a blood relative, but that didn’t stop him from reading her like an annoying big brother.

She tapped her toes against the tile floor, slumping in her seat. “How do you always know?” she asked.

Iruka’s smile broadened, crinkling the corners of his eyes pleasantly.  “I’m a teacher.  It’s part of my job.”

Katsura rolled her eyes.  “I’m not one of your students,” she grumbled.

“Maybe not, but you still act like one upon occasion.”  The chastisement came with an infuriating smirk and Katsura pouted.  She knew she did because Iruka laughed.  It wasn’t her fault that sometimes her lower lip would jut out of its own accord when she was annoyed!  Her fingers curled into fists, irritated at her lack of control over her expressions when in such familiar company.

Iruka, seeming to take pity on her, finally shook his head and tamed his smile into something more friendly than teasing.

“So what is it, Katsura?  You know I’ll help if I can.  You didn’t even have to bribe me.”

That was true, at least.  Having Iruka as sort of a surrogate big brother had more benefits than not.  Though he teased her heartily, she also knew he was someone who could be relied upon in almost any situation.  He’d part the clouds for her on a rainy day if he could just locate the proper jutsu.

“It’s Aori,” she said, and Iruka’s posture immediately straightened.

“Is she all right?  I know she just returned from a mission with her squad, but I thought—”

Katsura waved her hands to stop him from continuing down that particular thread.  “No, no, Aori is fine, she’s fine.  It’s not that.”

Iruka visibly relaxed and Katsura made a mental note not to start a request with such an open-ended statement in the future.

“Do you know that Yamato guy?” she tried this time.  She knew he did—Iruka often filled in at the mission desk, so he knew everyone—she just didn’t know to what extent, and that would be an important bit of information in order for her to formulate an appropriate plan.

Something flashed in Iruka’s eyes that caught Katsura’s attention, but she ignored it for the time being.

“A little,” he said evasively, “why?”

Katsura chewed the inside of her cheek to rein in her own curiosity.  Iruka was being cagey for some reason, and she desperately wanted to know what it was, but she reminded herself that was not her main objective tonight.

“Aori is…” how to put this delicately, she wondered, “Aori has a… a crush, I guess.  On him.  Yamato.”

Smooth, she thought, doing her best not to roll her eyes at herself this time.

Iruka blinked several times as if waiting for her to elaborate and then he leaned forward on his desk with his hands clasped before him, giving Katsura the distinct impression it was the same exact posture he used when trying to whittle information from a troublesome student.

“And?  What does that have to do with me?  Or you, for that matter?”

Katsura’s legs jiggled again, the balls of her feet bouncing madly against the tile.

“You know I love my sister, but she’s also a little, well…”

“Dense,” Iruka provided helpfully and Katsura couldn’t help but laugh in response.

“Yes, that.  I watched her today in the market talking to him and it’s so painfully obvious to everyone else how much she likes him, but she won’t say anything.”

Iruka gave her an understanding smile, unclasping his hands so he could steal another bite of his bribery cake.

“While that very well may be,” he said around a mouthful of citrusy chiffon, “I’m not sure it’s our place to interfere.  Aori will come to that on her own time.  She has to.”

“But what if she never does, Iruka?  She’s been through so much and she just…” Katsura took a deep breath in an attempt to regain control over her emotions.  When it came to Aori (and Shino and beetles and baking), she tended to get a little overly sensitive if she wasn’t careful.  “She deserves to be happy.  And I don’t want her shyness to hold her back from that.”

The least Katsura could do, she thought, was to make sure the sister who had essentially raised her, who now worked so hard to make sure her genin were safe, and who had done so much during the War to protect those who were vulnerable, got the happy ending she deserved.

The happy ending she wanted, but didn’t feel ready to voice.

The only sound in the room for a few long moments was that of Iruka chewing over his cake and his thoughts.  Eventually, the beeswax paper was empty and Katsura stood.

“Just think about it, okay?  You know she’d do the same for us.”  She looked down at her feet bashfully, thinking of that day at the store all those months ago when her sister had prodded her to reveal her true feelings to Shino, “She already did it for me.”

The scar across Iruka’s nose wrinkled slightly in a thoughtful expression Katsura was all-too familiar with.  It meant he was considering her words, though, and that lit a wick of hope.  He opened his mouth as if to respond, but then his eyes darted to the doorway, and he frowned instead. “You’re late.”

The tiny candle flame snuffed out.

Katsura whirled to see who Iruka was talking to, eyes going wide when she noticed the telltale face covering of none other than Kakashi Hatake, Sixth Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, nose buried in a book, though his keen eyes were fixed exactly on hers when she turned.

He snapped the book closed and stowed it in his vest.  “Yes, yes.  My apologies, I had a late meeting.”

Katsura looked back toward Iruka, who had gathered his belongings into a satchel and stood from his seat.  He handed her the crisply folded beeswax paper as he brushed past on his way out.

“I’ll think about it, Katsura, but no promises.  You know I don’t like meddling.”

Katsura held the wrapper tightly in her hands, bit her tongue as it crumpled in her grasp, and nodded.  Sometimes she missed the Iruka who was always pulling pranks and wreaking havoc.  That Iruka would have already locked Aori in a closet with Yamato and transformed the key into a beetle just to amuse her.

Katsura jolted out of her sour thoughts when the Rokudaime stuck his head into the room and sniffed the air in much the same way Iruka had done when she first arrived with her offering.

“Oranges?” he asked, following after Iruka with his hands in his pockets.

“Yes,” came the answer, “Katsura brought me dessert.”

Their voices faded, but Katsura was sure she heard Kakashi respond with, “Cake seems like an awful waste of good fruit.”

She stood there for longer than she would like to admit processing what she’d just seen.

When had Iruka started dating the Hokage?  And why did they both sniff the air like dogs?

“I can’t believe I didn’t know!” Katsura lamented later that evening, flopping dramatically onto a cushion as Aori finished preparing their dinner.

Aori seemed in better spirits now, at least, than when Katsura had last seen her.  She imagined this had at least something to do with the new bruise on Aori’s shin and the bandage wrapped around her left ring finger.

Her sister was always happiest during and after a difficult training session.  Aori had been spending plenty of time with Gai Maito lately, as he worked to keep in shape with his right leg now out of commission.  Katsura grimaced as she imagined what sort of shenanigans the two of them might have gotten into between Aori’s frustration over Yamato and Gai’s desire to prove himself as Youthful as ever even after his injury.

“Iruka’s been head over heels for Kakashi for years,” Aori said, setting their food on the table.  “I never thought he’d take my advice and finally ask him out.”

Katsura’s eyes flew wide for a moment, and then she squinted accusatorily across the table at her sister, who looked as though she’d been caught in a spotlight and forced to recite all the Shinobi Rules backward in a foreign dialect.

The only time Katsura had seen her blush as hard was when speaking with Yamato.

“What’s that look for?” Aori asked nervously, picking up her chopsticks to begin eating.

“Oh, you know exactly what that look is for!” Katsura said, slamming one palm flat on the table.  “How is it you’re so busy matchmaking for other people, yet you can’t seem to do the same for yourself?!”

Katsura wasn’t sure what irritated her more, that Aori was so obviously in tune with the feelings of those around her but incapable of acting on her own, or that Iruka had brushed her suggestion of intervention aside when her sister was the reason they were both currently in relationships with the men of their dreams.

Aori, ever the patient big sister, set down her food and looked at Katsura plaintively.  “Listen, Katsura, I… I think it’s sweet you’re so invested in this, but I’d really prefer you drop it.”

Katsura huffed, worried she might actually be etching a permanent line between her eyebrows after all the frowning she’d done in the past twelve hours.

“How can you say that?  You did the same thing to me, and it turned out so well!  I can’t just sit here and let you be alone because you’re too scared to be honest with yourself.”

Aori’s optimistic face fell, and she glanced down at her food, suddenly finding the sticky rice and grilled fish far more interesting than they could possibly be.

“It’s different,” she said quietly.  “Yamato is…”

“He likes you, Aori.”

Aori shook her head. “He’s busy.  We both are.  And not like you’re busy, you know, he has… he’s Kakashi’s most trusted shinobi.  And I have my team to worry about.  They’ll be training for the chunin exams soon and I want to be there for all of them, so—”

Katsura slapped both palms down this time, sloshing broth from her miso soup onto the table as she leaned up on her knees, towering over her sister for the first and only time in her life.

“You’re just making excuses,” she hissed.  “You’re better than that.”

Katsura decided she wasn’t all that hungry after all and she stood, ignoring the placating voice of her sister as she pounded down the hall toward her bedroom and slammed the door closed behind her.

Fine.

If Shino thought she was being silly and Iruka wouldn’t help her and Aori wouldn’t listen to her, then Katsura would just have to take care of things herself.

Which meant she was going to have to figure out Yamato’s last name, if he had one.  Or literally anything else about him other than that he looked sort of funny and her sister was apparently in love with him.

She’d start in the morning.  For now, she turned to her terrarium and inspected her beetles as they munched on the jellies she laid out for them in the morning.  They were growing quickly, and soon they’d be ready to be released.  A bittersweet thing every time, though watching them grow was still worth it, even if she cried whenever she turned one out into the wild.

As she watched them, Katsura let her mind roam, slowly coalescing a plan to get Aori and Yamato together and force them to speak—force Aori to admit her feelings if Yamato wouldn’t do it first.  If she could emulsify a stable lemon curd without it souring, then she could certainly get two idiots who clearly had a thing for each other out on a date.

At least, she hoped she could.  Because otherwise she’d probably come out on the other side of this looking like a complete idiot.

Katsura was not typically fond of being so short, but she could admit it had its benefits.  Though she was never considered a particular specialist in espionage, when you were under five feet tall, people tended not to notice you so much, which made sneaking around infinitely easier.

She’d been doing as much all day, flitting through the corridors of the Hokage Tower—sometimes in rooms she almost definitely was not supposed to be in—looking for any sign of brown hair or a happuri to no avail.

As she turned yet another corner only to find yet another empty room with absolutely no Yamato in sight, Katsura stomped a foot and clenched her fists at her sides, throwing her head back to growl through grit teeth.

“Something the matter?”

Katsura Morita, deadly shinobi and heretofore unflappable lover all things creepy crawly, shrieked.

She turned toward the sound of the voice—a voice which had appeared out of nowhere—hands thrown up in a defensive stance.

But rather than finding an assailant, Katsura’s eyes met the level stare of none other than the Sixth Hokage for the second time in as many days.

Her heart beat furiously in her chest, adrenaline lancing her veins even as she dropped her fists limply to her sides.

“Where did you come from?” she asked, eyes darting around in search of any hidden doors she might have missed.  She didn’t even sense him coming, no flare of chakra, no whiff of cologne or shampoo.

It was terrifying, honestly, that even as a shinobi she had no warning of his proximity.  It suddenly made the picture painted of him as a deadly assassin and elite shinobi all the more real, despite his usually aloof demeanor.

“Well,” Kakashi said, leaning nonchalantly against a wall, “I actually work here.  In the building.  Which is more than I can say for you.”

Katsura felt her face flush a deep pink and she bit her cheek to keep from saying something snappy in response.  Annoying or not, he was still her Hokage.

“So the real question is,” he said, “what are you doing here?”

Katsura considered lying.  She considered it for all of half a second before she realized she’d be up to her pink-tinged ears in trouble long before she finished spinning untruths to Kakashi Hatake.  He watched her with two eyes as dark as any beetle she’d raised and Katsura suppressed a shiver.

“I’m looking for someone,” she said finally, hoping that might suffice.  But when Kakashi’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline and he titled his head—reminding her again so very much of a dog that she wondered whether this was some sort of elaborate and forbidden transformation jutsu—she sighed, knowing she’d been caught.  “I’m looking for Yamato,” she muttered, staring down at her feet as she scuffed one shoe against the floor.

This seemed, however, to garner a great deal more interest than she was anticipating.

“Tenzō?” Kakashi asked and then shook his head when Katsura shot him an inquisitive look.  “It’s a code name,” was the only explanation offered before he added, “Why are you looking for him?”

Katsura weighed her options.  Again, she could lie.  She could say she was hoping to train with him or Naruto wanted to see him or maybe she could pretend that he asked her a question at the market and now she had the answer…. Thankfully, before she could say any of those idiotic things, the cover of a book caught her attention from within the Hokage’s vest.

Bright orange with a red symbol on it denoting it was definitely not for children.

And something clicked.  Because she remembered that book and its companions from Aori’s bedroom, though she’d never admit as much to her sister.  And while the story hadn’t really interested her, she knew that, in addition to being smutty, they were also incredibly, absolutely, overwhelmingly cheesy in their more romantic aspects.  And Kakashi was apparently a big fan, if he still carried a copy with him even while officially on duty as the Sixth Hokage.

Which meant Katsura might have finally found the ally she’d been looking for.

“I’m trying to set him up with my sister.”

The glint in the Hokage’s eyes should have made her want to run, but instead Katsura’s mouth curled into a triumphant smile.  Finally, someone who appreciated what she was trying to do.

It turned out having the highest-ranking shinobi in the village on your side made matchmaking a lot easier.  Katsura was astounded at how well Kakashi was able to feign seriousness when he gave Yamato—err, Tenzō? She decided not to dwell on it—the order that he was to report to training field twelve for a special assignment.

That Yamato seemed so eager to obey the command was another thing entirely, though Katsura tried not to dwell on that too deeply, either.  What sort of person got that jazzed about training?

Wait…

She did know one other person.

“Shoot,” she cursed under her breath after Yamato had been dismissed.  Still, Kakashi with his inhuman—and again, very canine-like—hearing caught her whisper, even from across his office.

“What?” he asked.  “You’re sure Aori will be there, right?”

“Yes,” Katsura said, “but I don’t know whether she’s meeting Gai there, so I should go intercept him just in case.”

She frowned.  She’d wanted to watch the interaction, see the culmination of her scheming and hard work.

There was no option, though, someone had to keep Gai away from the training field if Aori was going to have any chance at all to confess.

Much to Katsura’s surprise, though, Kakashi stood from his desk chair and stretched.  They both grimaced as several loud snaps and pops rang out through the room as he did so.

“Don’t worry about Gai,” he assured her, “I’ll handle him.”

“How?”

Kakashi chuckled, striding toward the window before opening it and crouching on the sill. He looked back at her, eyes creasing in what she assumed was a smile, despite not being able to see his mouth.  “We’re well behind our usual competition schedule.  I’m sure I can come up with something to keep him distracted.”

Then he disappeared, leaving several stunned ANBU to meld out of the shadows and begin trailing after their Hokage, though one stayed behind, she assumed, to keep an eye on Katsura and make sure she didn’t go snooping through any classified mission scrolls.

“Why is Aori friends with such weirdos?” she wondered aloud.

She swore the ANBU agent still in the room chuckled as she left, but by the time she turned around, they were already hidden from sight.

Aori was at the training grounds, battering a wooden sparring dummy with a pair of bamboo swords, by the time Katsura hid behind a bush at the outskirts of the field, suppressing her chakra so as to remain undetectable.

Her sister was flushed from the exertion of her training, midnight blue hair sticking a little to her sweat-dotted forehead and temples.  Katsura grimaced.  Maybe she should have made sure Aori wouldn’t be so sweaty when she confessed her feelings to Yamato.

It was too late, though, she soon realized, when the man appeared at the opposite side of the field, looking around as if trying to figure out why Kakashi had sent him.  Mercifully, he seemed to have left his happuri elsewhere for the time being.

He approached from behind Aori, eyes falling upon her back almost as soon as he entered the clearing.  Aori, however, though she obviously knew someone had encroached on her morning, apparently was not sure who it was because suddenly she launched one of the bamboo training swords across the field at the intruder.

Yamato was clearly surprised, already wide eyes going even wider as he ducked out of the trajectory of the weapon, catching it in one hand when he detected it wouldn’t slice him open.

The furious pull between Aori’s brows relented when she realized who it was she’d just attacked.

“Yamato!  I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize—” she raced across the field, no doubt to continue apologizing as she retrieved her training weapon.  Her intentions didn’t matter, though, because by the time she’d almost reached Yamato, who smiled and assured her he was uninjured, a pack of dogs came bounding out of the woods, barking and howling.

Both jonin turned toward the pack as it advanced, Yamato sputtering something that sounded like, “Pakkun, what are you doing?”

He hardly got the question out, though, before the dogs were circling the two ninja, tightening the loop with every pass.  Aori and Yamato both appeared confused and overwhelmed as the ninken kicked up a swirl of dust in their wake, clouding their vision and causing them to sputter and cough.  Aori dropped her sword and started ineffectually swatting the dogs away.

One of them, the largest by a wide margin, seemed to take offense at this, and headbutted Aori’s backside with a grunt.

Katsura grinned as Aori fell forward, colliding harshly with Yamato’s chest, forehead bumping his chin.

Thank goodness he wears that chin protector.

Yamato appeared incredibly flustered by the sudden contact, though he managed to steady Aori by her elbows just long enough for the dogs to break formation.  One of them, a medium-sized creature wearing sunglasses of all things, nudged the back of Yamato’s knees.

He had only a moment to register what was happening before he pitched backward, hands still clasped on Aori’s elbows, forcing him to drag her down in his wake.

They both landed in the dirt with a thud, a plume of dust puffing up around them.

The pack of dogs, apparently satisfied with their shenanigans, bounded off again.  Just as they disappeared between the trees, Katsura swore the smallest amongst them turned to shoot her a wink.

Though Kakashi had not provided her any details of his precise plan, the dogs made perfect sense given his own canine-like proclivities, and Katsura could not argue with their efficacy.

Because once the dust cleared, she had a perfect view of a very flustered Aori trying to scramble to her feet and kneeing Yamato in the thigh.  Yamato, for his part, seemed incapable of moving, holding his hands as if in surrender as his face turned the same bright red as Aori’s.

By the time they both managed to get themselves upright, Katsura was sure they’d invented an entirely new shade of crimson between them, and she smothered a chuckle with her hand.

Aori bit her lip, dusting dirt from her slacks as she stared at her feet.  Yamato, looking equally as unsure of what to say now that they’d been attacked by the Hokage’s ninken, cleared his throat several times, but didn’t open his mouth.

Katsura waited behind the bush, fiddling anxiously with the hem of her skirt.

“Come on, Aori…”

Katsura thought for sure her sister was about to miss her opportunity, and she was half a breath away from leaping out into the middle of the field to scream at Yamato to take her sister out on a date when he finally spoke.

“Sorry about that,” he said, “I’m not sure what Kakashi-senpai sent me here for, but it seems like maybe it was a prank of some kind.”

Aori nodded vaguely in agreement.  “I wonder where he is, though?” She turned to look over her shoulder and Katsura ducked down to avoid being seen.  “Shouldn’t he be here to witness the chaos if that was his plan?”

Yamato chuckled.  “You’d think.  But he’s a strange man, sometimes.  Maybe he got caught up at work or…” he coughed, “reading.”

Aori chuckled at the addendum.

Katsura thought she heard the rumble of a far-off explosion and winced, wondering what sort of competition, exactly, Kakashi had devised to keep Gai entertained.

The two lovebirds in the clearing seemed not to notice the apparent chaos ensuing halfway across the village and, “Mm,” was all Aori said in response.

They stood there a few moments longer, though Katsura took heart that neither attempted to step further away from the other.  As if the proximity, though embarrassing at first, no longer made them uncomfortable.

Progress, at least, even if neither of them had confessed their love for the other, yet.

“I’m sorry to have interrupted your training,” Yamato said, and Katsura growled at his formality.  Why couldn’t he just loosen up? Even from this distance, she could discern the fondness in his gaze as he looked at Aori, could see the gentle upturn of his mouth as he examined her pretty features.

“Oh, no!” Aori assured him, “You didn’t interrupt anything.”

Silence again.  Infuriating, impenetrable silence.

“Come on,” Katsura growled, fists curling into the branches of the bush she remained crouched behind.  It took every ounce of self-restraint she possessed not to launch herself across the field and press the two idiot jonin’s heads together like the dolls she used to make kiss when she was a toddler.

What were they waiting for?

Katsura closed her eyes, teeth grinding together with all the force of a bull ant’s mandibles.  For one brief moment, she wished she had some Yamanaka lineage; that she could project her thoughts into Aori’s mind and force her sister to give voice to the feelings she so clearly held for Yamato.

Maybe if this failed she’d reach out to Yuuta to see if he or his cousin Ino could help.  Clearly, roping in the Rokudaime was not quite enough to get these two blockheads together.

“Well, I guess I should get going,” Yamato said, “so you can get back to work.”

You didn’t have to be a Hyuga to see how desperately Yamato didn’t want to leave, nor the way Aori’s fists clenched at her sides in frustration.

Yamato turned to leave and Katsura was just about to leap out from behind her bush and confess on her sister’s behalf when Aori squeezed her eyes closed and shouted, “Wait!”

Yamato nearly tripped, obviously surprised by the sheer volume of Aori’s voice.  But when he turned back to look at her, Katsura thought she saw something hopeful in his expression.

“S-sorry!” Aori said, cheeks turning that same shade of sunburn from the market all over again.  She crossed her arms over her chest and Katsura groaned quietly.

That tended to be the most defensive stance Aori took—a sign she was uncomfortable, and usually that she was about to clam up.  Katsura took a deep breath and stood, popping up from her hiding space so she could stride across the field and intervene on her sister’s behalf.  Sure, Aori would be upset with her for a while, but in the end, she’d thank her—

“Hey, Yamato?”

Katsura stopped in her tracks, suddenly feeling horribly exposed (and incredibly grateful both jonin appeared too invested in their interaction to have noticed her, yet).  She crouched, cursing under her breath as she crawled behind a charred tree stump apparently left behind from a particularly violent training session, peering around it to continue watching.

During her brief moment of panic, Katsura discerned that Yamato must have given some sort of response, because by the time she tuned back into the conversation, Aori was speaking again.

“If you’re not busy tonight, would you… like to get something to eat?  Maybe?”  She paused and then tacked on a little oddly, “With me?” as if her question required clarification.

Katsura’s eyes widened, mouth stretching into a smile.  Aori was as brightly colored as the red velvet cookies Katsura had made for her last birthday, but she’d done it!  She’d finally asked Yamato out!

And while Katsura had no doubt that Yamato returned Aori’s feelings and would be giddy to join her on a date, he took just a little too long to answer, just long enough for Katsura to worry a moment and Aori to pull her lower lip between her teeth anxiously.

Katsura was about to really march across the field and give Yamato a piece of her mind for breaking her sister’s heart when he finally answered.

“Of course,” he said, the smile as clear in his voice as on his face.  “I’d love to.”

Somehow, Aori’s cheeks managed to turn an even deeper shade of crimson.  “R-Really?!” she asked, clearly a little taken aback by his response.

Katsura wanted to smack her.

“Really, Aori,” Yamato said, smile growing wider.

“G-great!  Uh…”

Aori clearly had not planned for a positive response.  Katsura couldn’t wait to tease her about it.

“How about we meet by the Hokage Tower around seven?” Yamato suggested, mercifully.  “We can decide where to go from there.”

Aori smiled, face so red that if it were an actual sunburn, a trip to the Konoha Hospital would likely be in order.

“That sounds perfect,” she agreed.

Yamato bowed at the waist and Katsura rolled her eyes at his outdated decorum.  “I’ll see you then.”

Katsura did her best to rein in her joy, biting her lower lip to keep it from curling into an impossibly wide smile.  She squealed quietly, stamping her feet in a happy little jig as Yamato departed.

“You can come out, now!”

Katsura stopped, peeking out from behind the charred tree stump to find Aori glaring in her direction, brows pulled together and arms still crossed.

Katsura sighed at having been caught, but failed to stop smiling as she sauntered toward her sister, letting her hips sway freely as she made her way over.

"Hey, sis,” she said, no longer attempting to hold back her smirk, “you got any plans this evening?”

Aori tried to roll her eyes, but the flush over her face diminished the impact of the gesture.

“Why do you insist on meddling in other people’s business?”

“Not other people’s,” Katsura insisted, “just yours.”

She hooked her arm through Aori’s, beginning to drag her sister away from the training field.  They had plenty of time before Aori’s date, but Katsura knew her sister well enough to know there were at least two or three anxiety attacks coming, so it would be best to start preparing her for it now.

“Besides,” Katsura said slyly, noticing that Aori didn’t fight her as she started to drag her toward home once they each picked up one of the training swords, “I had help.”

“Oh?” Aori asked, looking curiously down at her sister.  “Who?  Iruka?”

Katsura’s nose wrinkled as she laughed.  “Nope!  Iruka is apparently no fun whatsoever.  His boyfriend, on the other hand…”

She felt Aori bristle beside her.  “You roped the Hokage into your matchmaking scheme?!  Katsura!”

Aori chided her the entire way home, but Katsura didn’t care; she would have taken whatever punishment Aori could dole out—any punishment the Rokudaime himself might assign her.

It was all worth it to make sure Aori got her own little piece of happiness.

#yamato x oc #tenzo x oc #oc: aori #yamato fluff #tenzo fluff #idiots in love #kankuroplease

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Shh… Senpai just needs a hug from his wonderful kohai 🥰

#art #tenzou #yamato tenzo #naruto characters #yamato #naruto shippuden #digital art #fun doodles #captain yamato #kakayama #kakashi senpai #kakashi x yamato #kakashi hatake #kakashi #hugs #senpai #kakashi sensei #so cute #shy yamato #fluff #gay #fanart #favorite ships #naruto ships #sensei #love #these two goobers #kakashi just needs a hug #kohai #tenzo

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🌙 waking up at night without you by their side ↳ w/ Kid, Rayleigh, Denjiro & Yamato

a/n: another draft that's been sitting here since forever. in the light you go!! love me some lighthearted fluff. slightly suggestive + poly mention for Rayleigh (i feel like i'm putting this ALWAYS when writing Rayleigh omg) also sending kisses to all my anons swooning over Yamato. i know i don't write him that much but wanted to include him here for you ♡ i always love reading about your undying love for him, it's the purest thing.

Kid 

how dare you leave his side while he’s sleeping

don’t you know about your big spoon duties which involve holding him tenderly from behind, rubbing his back and making sure your arms are constantly wrapped around him all the time? 

Kid huffs when he wakes up with his back cold and your side of the bed empty

were you going for a midnight snack without him? didn’t you know that he was also craving shredded cheese at 3am? was your relationship a lie the whole time? 

no he’s not being dramatic why do you ask

or did you miss a step of your skin care routine and went back to the bathroom to do it again? he told you countless times that it didn’t work that way…

he throws back the covers and gets up, his red hair a mess and barely held together by the cat ear hairband you once gifted him 

Kid’s first instinct when he’s in trouble is to consult Killer so they can be in trouble together, so naturally he stomps down the hall to Killer’s cabin and doesn’t bother knocking, just bursts in like the Kool Aid man 

he lets out a surprised gasp when Killer isn’t sleeping peacefully in his bed but playing cards with you, Heat and Wire – very wide awake 

before Kid’s face can turn the color of his hair, you already kick out a chair for the tulip and gesture him to sit his ass down so you can explain

“see… on the last island when we stocked up on supplies Killer didn’t buy decaf coffee like ne normally does but regular… and since everyone but you drinks coffee–” “because it’s BAD for your skin, but no one ever listens to me” “–all of us have just been unable to fall asleep.”

Kid rolls his eyes and continues huffing, but also pulls you in his lap and wrap his arm around you, falling asleep with his head resting against yours as you continue your game

but no more coffee for you after 2pm, decaf or not. the big spoon rule book got updated, you gotta keep up duh

Rayleigh

even in his sleep Rayleigh reaches for you, wanting to hug you close to him, only content when he can nuzzle his face in the back of your neck

so when his hand pats into empty space, he’s suddenly awake, mumbling out your name into the dark 

first thing he does is turn on the light on the nightstand and reach for his glasses because he can’t see shit without them

still fighting off sleep, he takes a moment to reconstruct last night, smiling over it. no, you definitely fell asleep in his arms after you both finished… several times

actually he could go another round now that he was awake, but someone was missing…

it’s when he hears muffled voices coming from downstairs that he calls out your name again, louder this time

“we’re in the kitchen!”

we? … oh

with his observation haki never failing him, Rayleigh realizes within a heartbeat now what is going on

following your laughter he finds you in the kitchen… accompanied by a very familiar face

“Ray, I must say your taste is exquisite as always…”

Shakky cups your face, a cigarette dangling from her lips, as she beams at her husband leaning in the doorframe

“i think I’m in love with your wife”, you sigh dreamily, melting under her touch and gazing up to her with puppy eyes, completely encharmed by her 

Rayleigh ruffles his white hair and just smirks. he was about to introduce you anyway, so this makes things much easier now

he comes closer and places kisses on both of your cheeks. this night just got so much more interesting… 

Denjiro

Denjiro is always a little sleepy and would pass out within a heartbeat wherever and whenever, but preferably with you by his side, pulling you close even in his sleep

so why were his arms empty right now?

long blue hair is spilled all over the futons and usually by now you would complain because you’re getting tangled up in it 

rubbing his eyes he sits up, he murmurs out your name into the dim light of your shared room 

Denjiro isn’t too worried, he knows what you’re capable off, otherwise the yakuza boss wouldn’t have married you. he twists the golden band on his ring finger absentmindedly as he’s slowly forcing himself to wake up properly

it’s when he notices the gentle breeze coming through the open sliding door leading to the veranda and he immediately knows where to look for you

throwing the blanket over his shoulders he gets up, already making out your silhouette in the milky moonlight as you sit there huddled up, looking over your shoulder when you hear his footsteps approaching

“Den… you gotta see this…” 

your excited whisper and gestures to keep quiet had him curious, but more than that he was just happy to see you smiling

Denjiro sits down behind you and pulls you in his lap, wrapping his big arms and the blanket around you and kissing the side of your neck. you’re cold but feel warmth tingling in your limbs immediately under his touch

“what is it, little moonshine?”, he whispers and rests his chin on top of your head. you almost disappear in his embrace due the size difference and wiggle yourself in a comfortable position, the tip of your nose and your curious eyes peeking out from the blanket 

“snow bunnies”, you say softly and point to the garden where a pair of white bunnies frolic around in the falling snow, almost invisible for the eyes

Denjiro smiles and leans down to kiss you again. love is stored in the little things, you taught him that. and soon he falls asleep again, holding you tightly as he drifts into dreams of you, but none sweeter than the reality he gets to live with you

Yamato

personal space? not in this house 

Yamato usually sleeps sprawled out like a starfish and rotates in his sleep like a beyblade

but it’s fine because you adjusted to that! nothing can stop you from cuddling your big golden retriever boyfriend in his sleep

so when he wakes up at night and doesn’t feel your familiar weight on top of him it just sends him into straight up panic

in an attempt to turn the lights on he gets tangled up in the sheets and stumbles, taking down the lamp and everything else on the nightstand with him 

he’s calling out your name and trying not to cry on the spot

did you have a bad dream and he didn’t notice? were you somewhere crying on your own? his heart couldn’t take the thought of it. 

this was even worse than the one time he lost you at the supermarket in the candy aisle and he had to make an announcement over speaker which was mostly him sobbing into the microphone

his brain still lagging from the sleepiness and shock, Yamato doesn’t notice how you squat down next to him, picking off various nightstand items (tissues, crystals, harness…) off him 

“Yams, just what are you doing down there? were you sleepwalking? i knew this would become an issue one day…”

cut to Yamato sobbing in your arms because for three hot minutes he thought he had lost you forever 

which is when you kindly explain him that nature called and you only went to the bathroom but would have returned into his arms straight away

however you can never hold back tears as well when you see Yamato crying and now you’re both on the floor sobbing as you hold each other tenderly 

only when he kisses away the salty streaks you both calm down a little and can laugh about the situation

ever since you leave a little note out when you have to use the bathroom in the middle of the night and make sure to snuggle extra close to him once you return, making Yamato smile even in his sleep

#eustass kid x reader #rayleigh x reader #denjiro x reader #yamato x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece reader insert #yamato #eustass kid #silvers rayleigh #denjiro #one piece imagine #one piece fluff #one piece headcanons

[anemptypuddingcup]

is this where u ask a request cuz idk huhu

Hii! This is my first time asking a request cause I've been having this idea but I just feel like I'll do bad at writing it lol so maybe there are other people here that can do it alot better(⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

I've been wanting to read an y/n who is very clingy towards the op men ( you can pick whatever u want lol) and whenever they have to leave to do something y/n will be sad and will do anything to let them go.

I guess there are fics already about this but I can't find one haha hope you see this!

Awww I’m flattered, thank you! Ion know how I’ve never thought about that, this is good ask love!

Clingy Reader w/ Op men. (Adding a few extra ones in here-)

Luffy.

❤️Luffy is just as clingy to you. After two years of not seeing you, he’s gotten clingier to the point where he just can’t be without you.

❤️Grasping your hand tight, he’ll pull you along wherever he goes which proves that he’s clingy to you.

“Oi, stay ‘side me, kay?” He’ll always say. And you’ll fully comply because you wouldn’t want to leave him either.

❤️The only issue is that he’ll sometimes have to let go when he has to do something busy, which pains both you and him.

❤️He’ll make sure to repay you for his absence though.

Zoro.

💚He can’t sit there and act like he likes it when you’re like that, he finds it a bit tedious and tricky to deal with. But he deals with it because he loves you very much.

💚He’ll allow you to to stand close to him and would sometimes wrap his arm around your waist to make you feel better.

💚Zoro finds it challenging to leave you because you could do a good amount of things just for a few extra minutes to hold him.

“Relax woman, I’m not going anywhere.”

Sanji.

💙This mf loves it.

💙He adores how clingy you are because he knows that you’ll hold on to him and stand by him for the whole while. Sometimes he adores seeing you stand there while he cooks.

“Patience babydoll, I’ll hold you when I’m finished cooking~”

💙He’s even nice enough to feed food to you if you let him do that.

💙Sometimes he finds it hard to separate from you because he can’t bear to see you get upset, so if he has to go shopping he’ll allow you to go with him as long as you’re holding his hand at all times.

Usopp.

💛Usopp honestly doesn’t know how to react. He’s surprise that a pretty lil thing like you got clingy to him.

💛He already moves around a lot so he finds it hard to do much of you keep clinging to him. In the end he’s fine with it because he appreciates the attention he gets from you.

“Gh- S-Stop gripping me so hard, ya gonna make me pass out from your loveee~” He whispers playfully before planting a kiss to your temple.

💛Whenever he leaves, he always tells you that he’ll come back for you and give you the attention that you give him.

Yamato.

🩵Yamato enjoys the attention a lot, he adores it when your little body sits in his lap and hug him tight. Even if it doesn’t feel tight to him, he can tell that you’re squeezing him.

🩵He’ll sit with you for days on end, relaxing with you until he has to attend to his duties.

🩵When you whine about him leaving, Yamato would pick you up before telling you what important things he has to do.

“I promise I’ll come back for you babes! Ya just gotta be patient, okay?”

🩵Just be ready for the big baby boy to hug and love up on you when he comes back.

Ace.

🧡Ace moves around a lot so you leave with him every time, disregarding how dangerous it may be. Ace keeps you close but sometimes not close enough.

🧡You’d hold on to Ace as if your life generally depended on it, which it probably did-

“Hehe calm down, I ain’t gonna let go baby girl.”

🧡He doesn’t even think he can leave you alone by yourself, not because you’d get upset but because of your safety.

🧡Once everything dies down and you two settle down, he’s all up on you peppering kisses onto your face and hugging you tight after a long day of your lives being in danger.

Sabo.

💜Sabo’s fine with you being clingy, that way he knows that you’ll be by his side wherever he goes. He cares for you too much to allow you to leave his side.

💜One of the only times he’ll leave you alone is when you’ve settled down at home and he’s going out for errands and such.

“Cmon angel, it’s not gonna take so long. You can wait for me can’t you?”

💜He promised you that he’ll be back to cuddle you as soon as he can.

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece luffy #op luffy #luffy fluff #one piece zoro #op zoro #zoro fluff #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji fluff #one piece usopp #op usopp #usopp fluff #one piece yamato #op yamato #one piece ace #op ace #ace fluff #one piece sabo #op sabo #sabo fluff #one piece x female reader #puddingcupanswers

[fluetytooty]

🏒one piece hockey au / zosan hockey au (part 4)🏒

Ace

- originally was in winger position but after years realised that defender suited him better, because he’s very protective not only on court but also outside of it

- very flirtatious, he’s that one team member people make edits on tiktok about

- once he went viral and it brought new fans (mostly girls, gays and theys)

- when he and Luffy were little kids, Ace was the one who caused all the troubles, and Luffy always followed him around

- it changes when they got older, Ace had to save Luffy from his “adventures” (he still does)

- he’s like second captain of the team, Luffy always consults with him about strategies

- is the one who stops Zoro from fighting on a court, because he’s the only person who can hold Roronoa back alone

- but don’t be fooled he has lots of fights on a court behind him

- Zoro’s drinking buddy🍻

- coffee addict… can’t function without his triple espresso latte, will fall asleep in the middle of practice if he didn’t have time to have coffee in the morning (Yamato is always concerned with the amount of caffeine he’s drinking)

- always have to remind Luffy about their annual meets with their older brother and their grandfather

- he’s not short and everyone knows it, but when people saw pictures of him and Yamato walking down the street… lets me tell you, the internet went WILD, sometimes Nami (team’s social media manager and publicist) calls that incident “an apocalypse” (she had to turn off the comment sections💀)

Yamato

- they work as personal trainer and physical therapist

- met Ace after he broke two of his ribs during one of the matches, it was love at first sight

- when i’ll tell you Yamato is a tall person, they are TALL (Ace loves it) (now imagine them kissing and Ace on his tippy toes🤭)

- very energetic and enthusiastic

- their love language is gift giving

(sorry that there are so few things about Yamato, i’m still on skypiea and don’t know much about them)

#one piece hockey au #one piece fanart #one piece fluff #one piece #procreate #fanart #artists on tumblr #art #portgas d ace #ace #yamato #ace x yamato #portgas d ace x yamato #zosan hockey au #zosan au #zosan #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #yamaace

[moumouton4]

Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲    Incorrect Quotes : 💫

Yamato - Tenzo 🌳🎧 :

Imagine Being Orochimaru’s Daughter And Dating Him 🌺

Their Reactions To You Offering Them Flowers 🌺

Their Reactions When You Return From A ( Long ) Mission 🌺

Their Reactions To You Going "What The Fuck ?!?" 🌺

Sending Them A Text After You Broke Up 🌺

How He Reacts To You On His Lap, Making Out And You Start Rocking Your Hips Against His 🔥

That Moment You Tried To Be On Top Hcs 🔥

Random NSFW Headcanons That Aren't Always Canon 🔥

What Reboots His System Right Away 🔥

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#naruto imagine #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #tenzo #tenzo x reader #tenzo imagine #yamato #yamato x reader #yamato imagine #yamato tenzo #yamato tenzo reader #yamato tenzo imagine #miri-writes #yamato smut #yamato fluff #yamato x reader fluff #yamato x reader smut

[bidisastersanji]

Heartstopper-style ZoSan AU with Zoro as the jock who realises he’s gay because he falls in love with lanky curly haired bisexual Sanji?

#yes? #no? #zosan #zosan au idea #zoro x sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan fic idea #one piece #black leg sanji #sanji #one piece zosan #I want this au for maximum fluff please and thank you #also maybe eating disorder Sanji? #would make sense? #with Yamato starting at the boys school like Elle starts at the girls school #and Ace is so happy about it #ace and Sanji as bffs #Nami and Vivi lesbians of course #older straw hats as teachers probably #Robin helps Sanji through the bullying

[suguruslut]

This will never not be funny to me

#bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #akinori konoha #komi haruki #saruki yamato #fukurodani #haikyuu #haikyuu manga #anime #fanfiction #fluff #manga #angst #humor #bokuaka #bokuto x akaashi #spring tournament #volleyball #gymnastics #backflip #haikyuu fanfiction #team #practice match #karasuno #nekoma