#Kakashi Fleet Week 2021

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For @kakashimultishipextravaganza Dogs prompt

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kakashi deserves allllll the husbands/partners <3

super late submission for @kakashimultishipextravaganza sorry!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35111536

Date Day

Rated: Teen and Up

TAGS: 

Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka

Hatake Kakashi/Uchiha Obito

Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy

Hatake Kakashi/Yamato | Tenzou

Kakashi Multiship Extravaganza (Naruto)

Retirement

Dating

Date Night

Domestic Fluff

Domestic

Growing Old Together

Old Married Couple

Dogs

Cats

Pets

they all live in one house together and it's so fucking soft

Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

thank you again to @rogueninja for making this one possible! it was so nice to write for you <3 if you want your own fic or fanart, why not consider commissioning me, too? members get exclusive benefits!

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@kakashimultishipextravaganza - Day 5 Prompts: Dogs & Meet Cute

@flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt: #FFF125 Think Twice

Just something small and silly! 🐶🐷

Warnings: Alternative Universe. Modern Day Alternative Universe.

Why did he have to take Pakkun for a walk? Didn't he and his father have an unwritten agreement? Kakashi did every university activity under the sun to bulk out his upcoming graduate job applications during the week, and then he got to do whatever he wanted on the weekend.

Of course, the dog park was filled with people and canines because of the weekend and given that it was autumn, not even the coffee he had grabbed from the vendor just outside the gates could thaw his quickly freezing fingers.

He only got more annoyed when his phone buzzed and taking it out of his jeans pocket he saw it was his father asking him to make sure it was a long walk because Pakkun hadn't had a decent walk all week there went his plans for a quick park visit and then home to do nothing.

"Tonton!" A random voice called out loudly over the general chatter of the park's occupants and the breeze through the browning leaves that just picked up. "Tonton, come back!"

Kakashi, not looking up from his phone, thought that was a rather stupid name for a-

He suddenly went crashing into the ground, his drink spilling over the grass, his phone falling out of his hand not far from it, Pakkun barking madly at whatever had knocked him over, the sounds of someone shouting in his direction and some other strange honking noise he couldn't distinguish from sound alone. If his vision weren't spinning he might have been able to see whatever it was.

Groaning, Kakashi forced himself to sit up, holding his pounding head in his hand.

"Pakkun, stop. I'm alright," he managed to say through the hammer-like feeling in his brain when his loyal and protective dog continued to bark.

"Get away from her!"

Taking a few long steadying blinks to clear his vision, Kakashi lifted his head to find a rather pretty black-haired, onyx eyed woman dressed in a long warm looking dress or browns and greens with a darker green winter coat, about his age, holding her pet just behind her, acting as a physical barrier between her pet and Pakkun.

"Don't yell at my dog," Kakashi didn't yell back, but he did sit up that little bit taller when the unnamed woman glared at him. "It was all your pi-"

Looking down at the big round pink animal in the woman's arms, Kakashi had to shove the heel of his hand into his eye socket and look again. But, no, he was correct. His eyesight still worked, and he wasn't going crazy.

"That's a pig."

The woman had the nerve to scoff at him like he was the crazy one.

"Well, of course, it's a pig."

"Yes, of course," Kakashi muttered under his breath silently, not wholly stopping his glare at the crazy woman and her even crazier pet. "Why are you walking a pig?"

"She's my pet," Kakashi pulled Pakkun beside him when he barked once again when the pig, pig, made another go at trying to jump out from behind its owner towards the dog. "This is a pet park."

"It's a dog park."

The pig oinked loudly at the woman this time as if her owner had done something wrong, and the raven-haired woman looked so upset that Kakashi even felt sorry for her.

"What is wrong with her?"

"I'm sorry, she never acts this way," she looked him over then, shushing the pig with small pats on its head and tartan coat. "Are you hurt?" She followed it up with a hysterical question of if he was burnt; she must have been referring to his spilt drink.

"No," Kakashi felt a smirk pull at his lips at the relieved look on her face. "The coffee was getting cold anyway."

"Umm, I could buy you another one?" The black-haired woman asked, looking sheepish now that all the commotion had calmed down, tucked a strand of short hair behind her ear. "To say sorry for everything."

He was stuck at this park for a while. So he may as well take a walk with a cute girl and get free caffeine out of it, right?

Her dazzling smile when he agreed made him turn and scratch the back of his head through his silver hair.

"I'm Shizune," she finally introduced herself before motioning to the pig at her side. "And this is Tonton!"

"Oink!"

Kakashi took a second to throw a suspicious smile at the now happy go lucky pig. First, Tonton ran straight into him as if deranged now she looked too happy for words, still and composed, as if the pig had achieved something.

"Kakashi," he pointed to the now very inquisitive brown pup looking between the two humans. "This is Pakkun."

"Hi there, Pakkun!" Shizune beamed, leaning over to the dog in question and immediately started scratching the dog behind both his ears Pakkun's tail began wagging uncontrollably. "It's so nice to meet such a cute dog, want to be friends?"

"Ruff!"

The dog owner gave a single breathy laugh; that was Pakkun. As soon as anyone gave him a scratch behind the ear, he turned to jelly, a good thing he wasn't a guard dog.

Two takeaway Americanos and a long walk, longer than even he meant it to be because they only stopped walking and talking when the park closing forced them out; turned into asking Shizune for her phone number and a date the following Saturday.

He couldn't help but notice, but that stupid little pig looked particularly happy with herself and was exceptionally well behaved the rest of the day.

Kakashi couldn't help but think Tonton knew what she was doing right from the beginning.

He should buy Tonton a thank you treat.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Welcoming Smile

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Anko

Words: 1508

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The journey home felt like it had taken forever. With Naruto constantly bringing up Haley and Zabuza, wanting to talk about the things they had been forced to do and the memories that came with that discussion, Kakashi felt like he had been walking for a week.

His bones ached. Screaming out for him to just collapse where he was and shut his eyes. His brain begged to shut down and sleep so that it didn’t have to process the colourless mix of emotions boiling inside of him every time Naruto mentioned the Shinzo I system and what was expected of the people who fought for their village.

There was so much the kid still had to learn. Things Kakashi wished he could protect his students from, but knew they would be faced with at some point. It was how the system worked. With him there to protect them or not, they would learn the truth of the path they had chosen and would be forced with a choice that would determine their future.

A choice that he could only hope they handled better than he had.

“Look, Sensei,” Naruto called out from the front of the pack, a hand already pointing down the path in front of them. “I can see the gates into Konoha from here! We’re almost home!”

Home. When he thought of Konoha, Home was not a word that came to mind. Not because he didn’t have a place to live or fond memories of the village. It was simply a word he had learned didn’t fit with the village in his mind any longer. Whether it was because of the things he had dealt with growing up, or a changed idea of what exactly home was, he wasn’t quite sure.

The simple fact was, Konoha wasn’t ‘Home’ to him.

It was his village. He would gladly give his life to protect the people behind those gates and the little shops he had grown up beside. It would just never be home to him. The word belonged to one specific place in his life.

“Naruto can’t we just slow down?” Sakura called out when her teammate ran ahead of them, groaning when he turned around and beamed back at them. “Sensei-”

“Oh no,” Kakashi shook his head. There was no way he was going to be the one to try and reign Naruto in after the mission they had just had. All he wanted to do was go home and find his way into bed as quickly as possible. “If he wants to run all the way to Ichiraku Ramen, let him.”

The chances of anything going wrong between here and the gates were slim, and even if they did the rest of the team was right there. Naruto would have his teammates at his side before he could even say-

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!”

Not even a minute away from the team, and Naruto was already getting himself into trouble. How the kid even still had energy after everything that had just done in the Land of Waves was beyond him, but now it was his job to rush forward and pull his student out of trouble.

He hated it, and what was worse was the fact that he knew he had done the same damn thing to Minato-Sensei when he was a kid. While he wasn’t as loud-mouthed and brash as Naruto, he was still a genin determined to make a name for himself, and that always spelled trouble.

Making his way further up the path, he prepared himself to scold Naruto for getting in over his head again when he caught sight of just who Naruto had gone and gotten himself tangled up into an argument with.

Sunlight peeked out from behind the trees, bathing her in soft rays that highlighted her beautiful purple hair. His fingers itched to reach out and bury themselves into the soft strands he had become so familiar with. To play with them for the rest of the day, or the rest of his life.

Either choice was good for him.

Instead, he dragged his eyes downwards, taking in the rest of her face. The way her eyes crinkled as she stared down at Naruto, the twitch of her nose, and the cruel smirk on her face that fit her just perfect-

Wait…

“Anko, No!” Rushing forward, he managed to get a hand over Anko’s mouth just in time to stop her from eviscerating Naruto with whatever clever words her beautiful brain had come up with this time. Possibly not the safest move on his part, judging by the angry look she was now giving him, but the only one he could act out on to protect his student from becoming Anko’s latest victim.

“You know this Weirdo, Sensei?” Thankfully ‘Weirdo’ was a tame word that Anko had become accustomed to over the years. Had Naruto used something more insulting, Kakashi would likely have lost his arm and would still have to drag his student to the hospital to have whatever poison she stabbed him with pumped out of his tiny reckless body.

“How are you surprised by that?” Sasuke came to a stop behind his teammate. Both hands pocketed and judgemental eyes glared up at Kakashi. “Kakashi-Sensei is a whole weirdo himself. Who else would be his friends but other weirdos?”

Rude. True, but also very rude.

“I’m sure he has at least one normal friend,” Sakura offered her support, smiling when Kakashi looked her way. “I mean, he has to. Right? Every Jonin in Konoha can’t be as awkward and lame as Sensei…”

Laughter vibrated against his hand. A clear indication that someone was enjoying themselves in this situation.

“Why don’t you three head-on ahead,” he offered, determined to get his students away from Anko as quickly as possible. “I’m sure you’re all hungry after the long walk home, and I bet Teuchi is m-”

At the mention of the Ramen shop owner’s name, Naruto was gone. A trail of dirt flying into the sky was the only proof of movement, and the sound of his cheerful voice ringing through the forest calling for his teammates to follow him.

“Ramen. Why is it always Ramen?” Dragging his feet against the ground, Sasuke followed Naruto towards the village while Sakura trailed behind him. Neither of them looked too happy about the lunch they would be getting but held themselves a bit higher than they had when they first left the village for their mission.

Once the kids were out of sight, Kakashi lowered his hand from Anko’s mouth. Allowing her the freedom to turn around and rip into him for silencing her if she so wished. Instead of finding himself on the receiving end of a lecture, though, Kakashi was rewarded with an arm full of Anko. Her arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him close.

“Cover my mouth again and I’ll stab you,” she grumbled, her words muffled against her chest. “And then I'll stab your students.”

“Mmm,” draping his arms around her shoulders he buried his face into soft purple hair and allowed that familiar scent to fill his nostrils. “I’ll make sure to keep that in mind.”

Home. Finally, after everything he had been through this week, he was home. Safe in Anko’s arms where he could freely collapse for the rest of the day.

“Don’t you still have to tell Lord Third that you and your team are back?” Right after he officially put an end to this mission. Then he would collapse into Anko’s arms.”You look like you have quite the tale for him. Was your terrible B rank mission really that bad?”

“You have no idea,” dragging himself away from the warmth of her body, he glanced down the road towards the village. There were so many things he had to tell Lord Third about this mission. Some which he would prefer to keep to himself just to avoid the inevitable praise he would receive for taking down an S-rank missing-nin such as Zabuza.

Even though he wasn’t the one to deal the finishing blow.

“Hey, you,” a hand came to rest against his cheek, pulling his attention back towards Anko. Her smile shone almost as brightly as the Sun that hung high above them in the sky. “Whatever it is, it will be fine. You’re Hatake Kakashi after all. Nothing can beat you..”

Laughter vibrated in his chest. Barely a sound left his lips as he grabbed Anko’s hand and brought it up between them. “Clearly you underestimate your own abilities,” he smiled, giving her hand a squeeze in place of a kiss. “I’m pretty sure you’d have a fair shot at taking me down.”

“Well, that’s just an unfair fight,” she flicked his nose. “You’re in love with me. I have the advantage.” No truer words had ever been spoken, and as Kakashi yanked down his mask and leaned in for a kiss, he couldn’t help but fall just a little more in love.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Coffee Shop Interruption

Prompt: Mafia Au

Words: 1690

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai

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Coffee, a life-giving substance that made even the worst of days easier to deal with. A simple liquid that didn’t require too much of anything to be just perfect. The only thing that Kakashi had been able to think about all morning since waking up and discovering that his coffee maker had decided to go on strike overnight.

Without a machine to make that life-giving liquid at home, Kakashi had dragged himself all the way out to his bike and climbed on. Informing his boyfriend that he would meet him at Shikaku’s house a bit later. Once he had secured both of them a drink from their favourite coffee shop.

“Don’t take too long.” Gai had warned, stealing a quick kiss before allowing Kakashi to put on his helmet and head out.

Clearly, no one had sent the memo to the police department though, because as soon as Kakashi turned the corner towards the coffee shop he was greeted with the sight of a familiar police car sitting outside. If that wasn’t bad enough, there was a very angry redhead leaning against the police car, eyes snapping towards him when he revved his engine.

Today was already looking like an eventful day, and he hadn’t even gotten his coffee yet.

Pulling up into one of the parking spots, he turned off his motorcycle and dismounted, fully aware of the fact that Kushina has already started storming towards him. There seemed to be something on her mind this morning. Something involving him. Unsurprising, given her apparent obsession with being the one to put him behind bars.

“Let me guess,” he fixed his gloves on his hands as he turned to face her. “You’re here to say good morning and offer to buy me a coffee?”

Coming to a stop directly in front of him, Kushina held up a pair of cuffs and gave him the biggest shit-eating grin that he had ever seen. Someone thought she had won the jackpot, and he was the prize.

“I told you I would catch you slacking, Scarecrow,” she made a point of using his nickname, even now when she seemed so convinced that she had beaten him. “And here we are now. You’re going away for a long ti-”

Already sick of hearing her triumphant monologue, Kakashi held up a hand to silence her. It was a risky move to make since Kushina was one person who wasn’t afraid to tear a man’s arm off for being disrespectful, but one he was willing to make in this situation.

“Whatever you think it is I’ve done, I can assure you that you are looking at the wrong guy,” not only was he always careful enough to ensure he would never be caught, but he also had an alibi for the last week. “I would suggest you stop wasting your precious time playing the victor and keeping me from getting my morning coffee and focus on catching the person who actually did whatever it is you’re attempting to charge me with on this lovely morning.”

Her mouth fell open. Gears clearly working overtime in her brain failing to come up with a rebuttal. Realizing her failure to even provide an answer, she crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. Ever the stubborn cop.

“There’s no way you’re getting out of this,” she insisted. “I have proof of your presence at murder from two nights ago. The guy was torn apart and there are dog marks all over his body. I bet if I compared them to your hounds-”

‘You would find nothing,” he interrupted, thankful for the helmet over his head at this moment. Kushina would take it as a personal insult if she saw the smirk on his face. “Of course you can take moulds of the hound’s teeth if you would like. They’re the sweetest dogs when they’re dealing with idiots, and your precinct is full of those.”

“You-” dropping her arms, she used her index finger to poke him in the chest. “You think you’re so smart, but I’ve got you. You’re going away for a long-”

“I’m not going away at all,” he clarified, already reaching into his pocket for his cell phone. “As I told you. You have nothing on me. You said this was a murder two nights ago, correct?”

“I did,” Her eyes darted down to his hand, watching it with a sense of caution. As if she expected him to pull out a weapon. What she was greeted with instead, was simply his cell phone. Stretched out towards her with the home screen open after a quick thumb scan. “What is this?”

“It’s called a cell phone,” his sarcasm was rewarded with a punch to the arm. Something very few people could get away with, Kushina being one of them. “My photo album is on the bottom right corner. If you open it up you’ll find date stamped photographs of me on vacation from the fifth of this month until yesterday morning. I only got back last night. If that’s not enough for you, I also have hotel reservations for the place I stayed at in Kumo.”

With a skeptical look, she snatched the phone away from him. No doubt she would try to argue against his proof, but Shikaku had taught him years ago to cover all of his tracks. Even when he thought he was safe he had to take extra precautions to ensure no one could accuse him of being somewhere else.

“You know,” he watched as she scrolled through the photos, clearly not convinced yet. “Someone probably used a dog to try and frame me. Realized it’s the most likely thing to get your attention and pin the murder on me. Probably thought I was around town so they could get away with the murder scot free and leave me rotting in jail.”

As if that would ever happen. If the day ever came that he was actually caught, which it wouldn’t, he would simply use one of his back up plans to get out of there. A nice lifelong vacation to a little nowhere place with Gai. It was a lovely idea. One he would take up on now if Shikaku wasn’t so determined to keep the two of them around.

“I’m not buying it,” Kushina grumbled, flicking through the photo’s. Only lingering on each one long enough to see the date stamp on them. “I know it was you. I’m not going to let you get away again just because you know someone who’s good at-”

Determination washed away from her face. A look of disgust took its place as she held the phone back out towards him. “I take it you have the proof you need that i wasn’t around to commit the murder that you’re trying to accuss me of,” taking the phone, he attempted to give her a pleasant smile. A difficult task when he still hadn’t gotten his morning coffee. “Or do you need some other-”

“I need nothing from you,” turning her back to him she began to storm away. “I’ll catch you one day, Scarecrow. Mark my words!”

“I’ll congratulate you when that day comes!” it never would, of course, but the offer still stood. It would take a talented cop to find the proof needed to put him behind bars. “Would you like a coffee for your efforts? My treat!”

“I want nothing from you!” reaching her car, she pulled the driver's side door open and started to climb in. Her head was still peeking out when she stopped for a moment to glare back at him. “And next time you hand your phone to someone, make sure it doesn’t have picture’s you don’t want them to see!”

With that she sat down in the driver's seat, closed the door and started up the car. Driving away while Kakashi was still attempting to process the last few words she had said to him.

“Thing i don’t- I don’t have-” he frowned, struggling to figure out what exactly she meant by that. It wasn’t as if he kept photographs in his phone of any of his murders or other illegal activities he may or may not partake in. If anything his phone was just full of pictures of him and Gai doing- “Oh…”

Perhaps Gai had been right to tell him he needed a file for those more risque photographs that he took. Something with its own encryption so that even if someone managed to gain access to his phone, they would have to work a bit harder to get their hands on anything more embarrassing.

Then, perhaps, situations like the one he had just witnessed could be avoided.

“I guess I should apologize somehow,” he grumbled to himself, wondering what kind of gift would help Kushina forgive him for his little mistake. “Perhaps a nice basket, or some prepaid therapy sessions.”

Turning the phone up towards him, he cringed when he saw the last picture that Kushina had looked at. Among an onslaught of relaxing, sort of cute photos of him and Gai just enjoying their time in Kumo, was this one.

A perfect shot of Gai doing unspeakably beautiful things to Kakashi that had no doubt left Kushina scarred for life.

“This is going to need a little more than a basket,” he grumbled to himself, stuffing the phone into his pocket and making a mental note to speak to Tenzo about encrypting his phone to prevent a situation like this from occurring in the future. “Gai’s never going to let me live this down if he finds out.”

His boyfriend was already skeptical about having such private pictures taken. He’d never let Kakashi pull out the camera again if he found out that Kushina had seen one of them while looking through his phone, and that just wouldn’t do.

“I’ll figure it out later,” he decided, determined to get that sweet morning elixir that Kushina had so rudely stopped him from procuring earlier. “Coffee first, saving my life from the wrath of a very angry Police officer second.”

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Kakashi Multiship Extravaganza

Dates: November 1st-14th. Prompts were all picked out by some fantastic suggestions, almost all of which ended up being used in the end <3 thank you everyone who contributed their fantastic ideas.

Prompts:

Nov 1: Cooking/Music

Nov 2: Mafia Au/ Training

Nov 3: Sunlight/Water

Nov 4: Chosen/(Fre)Enemies to lovers

Nov 5: Dogs/Meet cute

Nov 6: Team Seven/Family

Nov 7: Seasons/Books

Nov 8:Sleep Deprivation/Mythology Au

Nov 9: Picnic/ Catching a movie

Nov 10: Anbu/Pulling rank

Nov 11: Pirates AU/ At your fingertips

Nov 12: Vacation/Clubbing 

Nov 13: Soulmate AU/Oddly specific courting rituals

Nov 14: Spy Au/Fight harder, love harder

Rule

No Pedophilia, Incest, Student/Teacher. 

Each day has two prompts. You can pick from either of them, mix and match, or if you find your own separate inspiration for a piece you’re welcome to submit that as well. 

Please tag accordingly. For example, blood, gore, and death, as well as any NSFW pieces. For NSFW, please post it under a read more. For NSFW images, please create a sfw preview and link to an outside source (e.g. Twitter) in order to follow Tumblr’s regulations. 

Tag this blog ( @kakashimultishipextraveganza ) in the body of your post to ensure we see it. Tumblr’s tagging system isn’t the most reliable and we want to ensure we see all works submitted. The tag for this week will be #Kakashifleetweeks2021

Background pairings are welcome so long as they follow the same rules as the main pairing and Kakashi and his partner are the focus of the fic. 

Multiple partners are also welcome (OT3, OT4, ETC).

There were a lot of great suggestions for Rare pairs, and at the end of the day we thought two weeks was sufficient for celebrating out boy and his various pairings. As well as the majority of people voted for us to just go with prompts, rather than select days for certain rare pairs.

So the prompts have been chosen and all of the amazing rare pairs that were sent our way are welcome so long as they follow the rules :) We’re here to celebrate good fun Kakashi ships and I hope everyone has an amazing time with it.

Questions

Will NSFW Work be allowed?

Yes. NSFW/NSFT Works are welcome in this event as long as they are appropriately tagged. 

Will OC’S be allowed?

Yes. If you wish to insert OC’s you’re more than welcome in this event. Reader Inserts are also welcome if that’s what you would prefer to do.

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[depressedhatakekakashi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Maito Gai | Might Guy Additional Tags: Anbu Gai AU, Young Hokage Kakashi AU, Everything is different but a little bit the same, I threw canon in the trash, and it felt good XD Summary:

Kakashi has been thrown into the position of Hokage against his will, but that doesn't mean he's not going to put his all into the job.

This fic is rather long, so i’m just going to post the AO3 link today XD 

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[depressedhatakekakashi]

Mythology For The Ages

Prompt: Mythology

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Ibiki Morino

Words: 2167

A03

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for @sage-quinn-itani who allowed me to borrow their original character Sage for this beautiful fic

When had watching over Sage become a pass time for him? A fun little excursion away from his regular duties, to just sit under a nice quiet tree beside the mortal and watch them right away.

He wasn’t quite sure of the answer. One day he had been spending his time sitting by his favourite pond watching as the dogs played in the garden, the next he found himself here. Enjoying the company of a mortal and listening to them telling him all about the stories they wrote down.

Fables about the freak Gods and Goddess’ of the world.

Today’s project was apparently about him. A special treat, if he was being honest. Very few people took an interest in the God of Storms. His life simply wasn’t cheerful enough in most mortals’ minds.

Listening to the fables that Sage already had written down, one thing was very clear. Mortals had terribly misunderstood the life he led.

“The God of War, Shisui. He is your immortal lover, correct?“ Kakashi scrunched up his nose, horrified by the thought that people were out there telling those kinds of stories about him and Shisui. Not that the God of War wasn’t handsome, but their relationship had never been like that, and how mortals got such an idea was beyond him.

Was it because of Guruko? Did mortals hear stories about the hound that followed his friend around the world to keep him company, and think that was an act of romantic love? That he had created the hound as a gift because-

Shoving those thoughts out of his mind, he returned his attention to the poet who was still sitting there, pen hovering over the paper, waiting for an answer. They had no idea what was awaiting them with Kakashi’s answer.

“I do have an immortal lover,” he confirmed, placing a hand on top of Bull’s head when he walked over and plopped himself by his side, already exhausted from all the playing he had been doing with the other hounds just moments ago. “Though, I believe he would be insulted to find out that mortals think it’s Shisui.”

He could just imagine Ibiki’s reaction. The man was already annoyed that so many of the Deities stories were so badly mangled over the generations. To find out that he had been replaced as Kakashi’s lover in Mortal minds… well, that would wound even the strongest hearts.

“Insulted- wait,” Sage’s eyes glazed over, the gears in their brain working overtime to comprehend Kakashi’s words. “So, The God of War is not…”

“Not my immortal lover, no,” Though it would be a fun thing to tell Shisui. He always got a kick out of the mortal’s stories and just how wrong they could be. “Is that really what you mortals think? I thought you had little conversations with Sai about the Gods. Surely he didn’t tell you such lies.”

Sai was a lot of things, but a liar was not one of them. The God of Arts would never tell a lie, even if it would add to a story and make a painting more beautiful. He valued the truth above all else.

“My master,” the words are mumbled under Sage’s breath, but Kakashi can still make them out, the annoyance in Sage’s voice evident. “He said that everyone wove tales about the epic romance between the God of War and you.”

Epic Romance? Now that was interesting.

“Would you like to hear the real story?” Sage’s spirits picked up instantly, their hand quickly moving into position to jot down every word Kakashi had to tell them. I’ll take that as a yes. Now, which story to tell you.”

There were so many to choose from. Ibiki and he had been together for centuries already. Their stories could fill Dozen’s of Sage’s books before they were even half done.

“How about the moment you realized?” Sage suggested a gentle smile on their face. “What was that moment when it just clicked for you. When you knew that this was something similar to… well, you know.”

Always so careful not to say Gai’s name out loud, Sage often found him outright avoiding any mention of Kakashi’s mortal love that he could. It made for awkward conversations at times, but now was not the moment Kakashi was going to concern himself about such things.

“The moment I realized,” he thought back to the beginning of his relationship with Ibiki, and as was normal with his lover he found himself daydreaming about one of those many days they had spent relaxing by his favourite pond. “Well, that would have to be…”

Rain fell over the pond, creating little ripples of water that moved in every direction. Crashing into each other and being created all over again when more rain struck the water's surface. An endless loop of creation and destruction for him to watch whenever he wanted.

Each ripple reminded him of the mortals he watched over. Their lives are short and quick, barely affecting the world around them yet always changing it in some small way. Meaningless yet so full of purpose at the same time.

“You’re moping,” dragging his eyes away from the water, he sighed when he saw Ibiki standing there behind him. When the other God had arrived he didn’t know. Too lost in his thoughts to notice the sound of footsteps in the grass or the presence of another person nearby. “Rin said that I would be able to find you here.”

Rin. He would be bitter about her giving up his location, but for once he didn’t want to turn away someone who was offering even a little bit of company. The world was already so lonely without Gai by his side.

“I can’t promise that I’ll be good company,” as he spoke, Ibiki took a step closer. Cautious not to enter the Storm Gods personal space without permission. “You can sit down. If you’re going to be here you might as well get something out of it.”

It wasn’t much, but he knew Ibiki appreciated the coldness of his rain against scarred, burning skin. A downfall of his creation as a god that he had been forced to live with for the rest of eternity, except for those few moments he would sit beside Kakashi. Allowing the same rain that scared away so many other friends to fall against his skin without complaint.

Taking the hint, Ibiki settled into the spot on Kakashi’s right side, his shoulders relaxing as soon as cool rain hit his skin. The relief was evident on his face. “Rin told me-”

“She seems to be talking about me a lot to you,” he’s not bitter. Rin’s the type to worry about him, and she and Ibiki had a close bond. It only made sense that she had voiced her concerns to the man, even though Kakashi had told her he would be fine. That he would recover just as he always did. “Don’t you two have other discussions?”

“All sorts,” Ibiki confirmed. “But today...well, I think you can understand why she was a little more focused on you.”

Focusing his eyes back on the pond in front of him, he tried to find the right words to respond with. The ones that would tell Ibiki he was fine. That he didn’t need to fret over him.

Nothing came to mind though.

He wasn’t fine, no matter how many times he had dealt with this pain before.

Nothing was right, and it all sucked.

“I was born from sadness,” surprised by his own words, he raised his eyes towards the sky. “There are mortals out there. The ones who weave tails and try to understand us all, think my birth signifies the type of life I will have. That being born from my father’s tears means that I’m never meant to experience happiness.”

“And you believe them?” Ibiki asks, his eyes glued on Kakashi. Watching his face for any hint of what he was feeling, even though he knew as well as anyone else that Kakashi was good at hiding his emotions. That if he felt something, it wouldn’t show on his face, but through the hounds that kept him company.

“Not always,” closing his eyes, he took a moment to breathe. To just feel the air in his lungs, even though he didn’t need it to survive. “But sometimes I wonder…”

“Well, I can’t tell you if the mortals are right or not. Though, I think they have a love for tall tales,” it wasn’t a lie. Mortals always loved to stretch the truth. To make things more glamorous or interesting by adding their twist. It was only natural for such story tells to hear of a God born from his father’s sadness and add to the little they knew about him. To assume how that birth might affect his personality and life. “What I can say, though, is for a man who’s doomed to lead a life of sadness, you sure are kind.”

“Kind?” he glanced at Ibiki, Confusion evident on his face. It seemed such a foreign concept, his brain unable to understand where the man had gotten such an idea. “Me?”

“Is there someone else here for me to talk to?” Giving his head a shake, Kakashi watched as Ibiki smiled at him. A warmth blooming in his chest that he immediately tried to stamp down. A feeling he refused to have at this moment, or ever again. Not so soon after…

Lowering his eyes towards the ground, he sighed.

“I just don’t see it,” he admitted. “How can someone who creates storms and destruction, be kind?”

“Isn’t that why he loved you?” the words felt like a hot skewer being stabbed deep into his heart. A fresh pain that pulled a choked sob from his throat, his head ducking down in front of his chest in a poor attempt to hide his reaction. “Surely if a mortal can see the kindness tucked away inside of your heart, it must exist.”

“Shut up,” he didn’t mean the words, but he couldn’t help but say them. Hoping that Ibiki would stop speaking words that brought up every emotion he had been trying so hard to ignore. “Just shut up, Please.”

“Never,” a hand settled on his shoulder, pulling him tight against Ibiki’s side while the tears fell down his face. All around them the wind picked up. Crashing against the trees, rolling over the pond, and sending leaves flying in every direction. “I’m never leaving, Kakashi. No matter how hard you try to get rid of me.”

Lightning crashed through the sky, followed quickly by a downpour of rain that covered the entire area. The wind was strong enough to move trees, and the rain so powerful that the pond began to overflow, water seeping into the ground around them.

“Why?” his voice strained. A painful feeling clawed its way into his heart when Ibiki simply tightened his hold around him and laid his chin on top of his head. “Why are you here?”

“Because you need me.”

Thunder cracked through the sky, silencing the world around them for just a second. Just long enough for Kakashi to turn his face into Ibiki’s shoulder and muffle his cries.

“That’s...wow,” Sage’s pen hovered over their book, not writing a single word of what Kakashi had told him. “It’s a lot to absorb.”

“The best stories are, don’t you think?” the sound of thunder crashed in the distance. Warning for an incoming storm. “You should take your writing to safety. I think Bull wants to play.”

As he said it, the giant bulldog stood up on all fours and jumped towards the sky, joining the clouds above their heads so that he could chase after the lightning that Kakashi created. A favourite game of his.

“Will you be back tomorrow?”

“No, I don’t think I will,” he gave Sage a playful smile. “There’s a God who will be wanting to spend the day with me. It would be rude of me to keep him waiting. But the next day.” A simple promise.

After all, there were so many other stories for him to tell.

“The next day, then,” closing his book, Sage tucked everything away into their bag and stood up. Their eyes lingered on Kakashi as he continued to sit, waiting for the incoming storm. “One question, if I could.”

“Go ahead.” The rain started to drip down from the sky. Nothing changed for the God, but a few droplets landed on Sage’s head.

“Your story was that the day you realized that you and The God of Justice,” he paused for a moment, thinking his words over before continuing. “well, that you had feelings for him similar to those you held for your mortal lover?”

With a smile on his face, Kakashi looked up at the poet. “That sounds like a story for our next meeting, don’t you think?”

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Awkward Hello's

Prompt: Books

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Ibiki

Words: 2147

AO3

@kakashimultishipextravaganza @morino-ibiki

Less than twenty-four hours back in Konoha, and Kakashi was already bored. He had seen the sights, visited old places and even run into a few old friends along the way.

Dango with Gai for a proper catch-up after all of the years was planned for later when the Taijutsu User wasn’t in the middle of doing his morning exercises. Tsunade-Sama didn’t require his presence at the Hokage’s residence while she was still settling into her new job, and the hospital was-

Well, they probably could use another set of hands to help out with patience, but he hadn’t adjusted to village life enough to deal with that much human interaction so soon. That was a stop that would have to wait until he was feeling a little more settled in.

Until that time, he simply had to find other ways to occupy himself and to do so he had reverted to his favourite pass time. Exploring the local bookshop. A new book was just what he needed to curb the boredom, and if he was lucky he would find something that could replace the old copy of Icha Icha Violence that he carried around everywhere with him.

Tsunade-Sama and Shizune would probably appreciate it if he did. They never enjoyed seeing that old worn book in his hands, even if they understood that it was his favourite.

Making a turn down the ally between Ichiraku Ramen and the vegetable shop, he made his way down the old familiar street. His eyes searched out the small bookshop he had frequented as a kid, hoping that it was still there. Finally, a familiar sign came into view, and with a triumphant smile he picked up his pace.

Maybe a historical fantasy, with a Samurai saving a handsome Prince from danger.

Stepping into the shop, he took a moment to inspect the sections. Searching out the romance books, tucked away in the far right corner of the shop, and making a bee-line towards them.

Or perhaps an inspirational romance. It has been a while since I’ve read one of those.

Reaching the desired section, he began searching for his newest escape right away. Determined to find something as quickly as possible so that he could get his mind off of the inevitable moment when Tsunade-sama would want him to appear in front of her for his newest assignment.

There were so many things that could go wrong with that impending conversation, and he didn’t want to think about a single one of them until he had to. So instead, he began to search the shelves in front of him. Seeking out the perfect book to distract himself with.

Running his index finger along each of the books, he read the titles to himself. Only stopping to take a book out if the title was intriguing enough, and putting it away when the summary on the back wasn’t quite enough to pique his interest. He was still trying to find that perfect book when he felt someone else bumping up against his shoulder, almost knocking him onto his ass because of the sheer amount of height they had compared to him.

If it wasn’t for years of training as a shinobi, he would have ended up in one heck of an embarrassing situation.

“Manners much?” he scoffed, turning his attention towards the intruder.

“The same could be said to you,” glaring up at the giant, he narrowed his eyes. Somewhere in the back of his mind was a little voice that told him he knew that face. Those cold, calculating eyes seemed too familiar, but the scars were something he simply couldn’t place. “Wait…Kakashi?”

Apparently, he was not the only one who was getting a sense of Deja Vu at the moment. Though, he did feel a little bad that he couldn’t return the favour by pulling up a name that matched the face.

Maybe Shizune was right when she told him he was bad with people, but his new companion didn’t need to know that. Not yet, at least. There was lots of time for him to realize it later, depending on how often they saw each other around the village.

“That would be me,” he confirmed, pressing his finger into the man’s chest. “And I would appreciate the warning before Mr. Tall dark and handsome attempts to knock me onto my ass next time.”

That came out wrong.

“I-i mean-” it was too late. Even when he attempted to backpedal, the man had already heard what he said, his lips curling upwards slightly. Coming back to Konoha had clearly been a mistake. It hadn’t even been a day and he was already making a fool of himself.

“The name is Ibiki,” A flush of heat crawled up his neck when the bastard actually smirked. A full-blown look of triumph now cemented on his face.”But ‘Mr. Tall, Dark and handsome’ also works.”

What a Joker. I seem to be in the market for bumping into funny people t- Wait.

His brain screeched to a halt. A face finally came up in his mind the match-up with the man in front of him, though it didn’t quite match up with the man standing in front of him today. For one, there were no scars on the kid he remembered. Those were obviously something that had been obtained after he left the village, though he wasn’t one to judge. He had scars of his own and not just the one over his left eye.

But there was also a distinct lack of silver hair on the man’s head, and while he wasn’t one to complain that he was the only silver-haired boy around, it did leave him with a few questions.

The first question was, of course, when had someone he barely noticed during his childhood become a beefcake? That seemed rather rude. If he was going to be handsome, why couldn’t he have been that way before Kakashi left the village for fourteen years? He could have spent some of that time here in Konoha, flirting with the handsome man.

Who am I kidding? I’m shit at flirting.

“Hey, you in there?” returning Kakashi’s earlier gesture, Ibiki poked the Medical Ninja against the forehead to get his attention.

Giving his head a shake, he returned his attention to Ibiki.

“Why exactly are you here?” he asked, still a little miffed that his book hunting had been so rudely interrupted, even if the man was a treat for the eyes. “For what I remember-” which was admittedly too little to make a judgement call, but he was going to do it anyway. “You’re not the romance type. Don’t you have other books to go look at?”

Shizune was definitely right when she said he was too blunt in his conversations. He was terrible with people and he wanted nothing more than to kick himself at that moment.

Not everyone is like Gai, Baka. You actually have to be nice to some people if you want them to hang around so you can keep staring at them.

“What I meant to say was-” this time he took a second to carefully think through his next few words. To avoid making even more of a fool out of himself than he already had. “Are you...looking for a particular book?”

“Smooth save.” the amusement in Ibiki’s voice told him that it was not, in fact, a smooth save. In fact, he hadn’t saved himself from anything. He still looked like an absolute fool and there was nothing he could do about it. Thankfully, judging by the slight twitch of Ibiki’s lips, he didn’t need to save himself.

Perhaps all wasn’t lost because of his poor social skills.

“Well in that case…”

Ibiki raised a hand between them, silencing him by holding up a single finger as if he was a child about to be scolded. “Nice try, Short pale and cute,” Kakashi couldn’t figure out if that was supposed to be an insult, but he wasn’t too fond of being called ‘short’ just because Ibiki happened to be a giant. “But I’m going to be busy tonight.”

What is he, a mind reader? Well, two can play at that game.

“And what make’s you think I was going to ask you to do something tonight?” crossing his arms over his chest, he gave the man a defiant look. Determined not to be embarrassed so soon after his return. “Maybe I just had a suggestion for an interesting book that you could try out. I am a lover of romances, so it is kind of my area of expertise.”

“Does the Icha Icha series count as romance? I thought that was just pure porn,” It felt like a ten-ton weight had come crashing down on his shoulders, forcing him to bow his head in shame at such a blatant call out of his preferences. “Shizune says it’s the only thing you ever read, so I’m actually surprised to see you in the romance section at all. Isn’t the Porn section in the back of the book store?”

Shizune.

How his friend was telling people so much about him already, he couldn’t understand. She had only been in the village a week longer than him. Surely she needed more time than that to completely embarrass him and ruin all chances he might have at a nice romance.

Or even just a dinner date.

Maybe a coffee.

Anything was better than the barren wasteland of a love life he had the last few years thanks to Shizune’s embarrassing interruptions. It was like she was determined to make sure he stayed single for the rest of his life.

“Coffee,” he blurted the word out without a thought, the realization of what he had just done hit him like a ton of bricks. “I-I mean… you and Me. Coffe. Catching up” Was it possible for him to make this any worse for himself? Well, he was bound to find an answer to that question soon enough judging by the surprised look on Ibiki’s face.

“Coffee?” Ibiki asked, uncertainty in his voice. “We’re going to go from Romance recommendations to...coffee?”

Well, he had already dived in headfirst. It was worth it to see his mistake through and get the rejection over with. At least then he could forget about the tall, handsome man with a smile he so desperately wanted to kiss, and eyes that he would gladly get lost in.

“That’s what I said,” straightening himself up, he tried to give himself an air of confidence, if only for long enough to get an answer out of the other man. “Coffe, you and me. We could catch up, tell each other stories-”

“End up going for another date? Maybe for dinner?” It was kind of scary how easily the man seemed to peer into his mind. As if he was reading every thought Kakashi had off of a scroll. “Well, I guess it could be worse.”

That was a good sign. There was hope.

“Tomorrow,” he smiled, deciding on a time before his anxiety got the best of him and convinced him to back out of this ridiculous idea. “Morning, preferably. Tsunade-sama will probably want to talk to me at some point about my new placement, and I'm going to need something good to start my day off with.”

Seeing Ibiki’s handsome face would certainly be a treat, and a good conversation might settle his nerves before he went to find out what he would be doing now that he was back in the village.

“Alright then,” Nodding his head, Ibiki gave him a smile. “Tomorrow morning at the little tea shop near the Dango shop. That shouldn’t be too hard for you to find, right?”

“Not at all,” he made a mental note to ask Gai about a tea shop while they were catching up later. It was best not to embarrass himself by being late because he had gotten lost in his own village. “I’ll meet you there.”

“It’s a date.” With that, Ibiki turned his attention back to the bookshelf, plucked a book out from the shelf in front of him, and gave Kakashi a little wave before making his way out of the store. Meanwhile, Kakashi had just stood there. A shocked look on his face while he processed everything that had just happened to him.

A date. The thought seemed so impossible, but no matter how much he tried to convince himself this was all a dream he just had to wake up from, he still found himself in that little bookshop. Standing beside the romance books looking like an absolute fool.

“A date,” he whispered to himself, surprised by the excitement he heard in his own voice. “With Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome. Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Office Time Break

Prompt: Picnic

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai

Words: 1684

AO3

@kakashimultishipextravaganza

Life had changed a lot since the end of the war. There was less fighting, the villages were all getting along for the first time in history, the rate of A and S ranked missions involving fighting against strong shinobi had declined.

All around, life was better. Shinobi was able to relax a bit more and enjoy themselves. They could just sit down and take a breather once in a while without worrying about the world coming crashing to an end.

All except Hatake Kakashi, who had somehow found himself with even more work after everything was said and done. Instead of enjoying easy missions and relaxing nights, he was stuck behind a desk doing paperwork and taking part in meetings that he wanted nothing to do with.

“Lord Sixth, are you listening?” focusing back on the woman in front of him, he sighed. Half of what she had been saying to him went over his head, and the other half just wasn’t deemed important enough information for him to retain. Why Tsunade-sama had thought this was a job he would be fit for, he would never know.

“Please, stop calling me that,” he insisted, certain that he had said it more than a dozen times at this point. “It doesn’t suit me, Shizune.”

“You’re the Sixth Hokage,” she reminded him as if it was somehow possible for him to forget about the job Tsunade-sama had shoved into his hands before he even had a chance to say no. Not that he blamed the woman. She had wanted the job just as much as he did, and she had still done her time without much complaint. “Now, there’s some more paperwork for you to do before the end of the day, and-”

“Just, bring the paperwork in,” he instructed, desperate to be done with this conversation. “And put everything else on a calendar for me. Decrease the chance of me forgetting about them.”

Considering he had already forgotten half of the things she told him, it was important that she made up that calendar. If not, there were going to be a lot of people angry with him, and while he was already convinced he would go down in history as the worst Hokage ever he didn’t think this was a great way to end up with that title.

“I’ll make a calendar,” with that confirmed, Shizune turned her back to him and started to make her way towards the door. Stopping when she was just in front of it. “Oh, and Kakashi.”

“Yes?” it was nice to hear his name from his friend’s mouth again.

“You should stop doubting yourself,” she stated, smiling when he raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t be Hokage if Tsunade-Sama didn’t think you deserved the position.”

With that said, she exited the office, leaving Kakashi sitting there behind his desk with a stunned expression on his face. An expression that quickly washed away when he heard Shizune screeching on the other side of the door.

Jumping to his feet, he was just about to clear the desk and run out to check on her, when he heard he heard a burst of familiar laughter. A sound that always left a fuzzy, warming feeling in his chest.

“Gai.” a smile tugged at his lips when he said the name, the thought of the other man coming to visit him enough to make him forget all of the boredom he had been feeling just moments ago.

When Gai was around, it was impossible to be bored.

“He has a lot of paperwork to do,” Shizune’s voice cut through his thoughts, pulling his attention back to what was happening on the other side of the door. “Though, I guess he could use a bit of a-”

“Fantastic!” the door swung open suddenly, admitting Gai into the office with a smile stretched across his face and a basket sitting on his lap. “Rival! Shizune has informed me that you require a break.”

“I don’t think those are exactly her words,” throwing his friend a sympathetic look, he chuckled when she simply rolled her eyes and continued on her way. “But I wouldn’t turn down a break. What’s that you have there?”

Wheeling himself further into the room, Gai lifted the basket off of his lap and carefully placed it on Kakashi’s desk right between the piles of paperwork that he still had to do. “A picnic,” he announced with pride. “I thought a nice relaxing lunch would do you some good, and I even made sure to bring your favourite.”

His favourite? Well, if Gai didn’t have his attention before he certainly did now.

“And this picnic. How many people would be attending it?” Not that he didn’t want to share Gai’s attention. He loved that his boyfriend was so open and friendly, always inviting people to activities and engaging with them. Sometimes it was just nice to have a bit more private time.

Just the two of them.

“No one but you and I,” Gai assured him, his smile somehow growing wider. “No interruptions from anyone else. I spoke to Genma about it already.”

Kakashi wasn’t fond of Gai talking to his Anbu guards about the private time they spend together, but In this case, he would forgive it since it was Genma and the two were best friends.

“And where would you like us to have this picnic?” he inquired, eyes scanning the office for an open spot among all of the paperwork that Tsunade-sama had left behind for him. “If you haven’t noticed, my office is a bit full at the moment. Doesn’t exactly seem cozy.”

“I think if we move a few piles of paper onto the floor, just for now, we could have a nice picnic on the desk. If that’s alright with you, of course, Lord Sixth,” there’s a playful note in Gai’s voice when he uses that honourary, but even so, it still makes his skin crawl.

“Please, don’t call me that,” he grumbled, reaching out to start clearing off the desk. “It just sounds wrong.”

“Kakashi,” with laughter in his throat, Gai started to help him with the paperwork. Moving the piles he could access the little coffee table at the side of the office. “It’s your title now. A tidal you have worked hard to earn-”

“I didn’t earn it, Gai,” Kakashi corrected him, setting the last bit of paperwork off to the side and settling back into his chair. “Tsunade-sama just didn’t want the job any longer and Naruto is too young and inexperienced to take it, so she handed it off to me until he’s ready. I’m just a placeholder.”

“You are not just a placeholder,” amusement gave was to sternness. “You are one of Konoha’s top shinobi, beaten only by myself-”

“Cocky.”

“Naruto and Sasuke,” Gai continued as if he hadn’t interrupted him. “You were also chosen because you’re the smartest shinobi in all of Konoha.”

“You’re not going to think of someone smarter than me?” he teased, only one name coming to mind who would be able to compete with him.

“Shikamaru has some growing to do himself. You have tactical intelligence, general genius and the advantage of age,” Rolling himself back towards the desk, Gai reached out and placed a hand on top of the picnic basket. “Now, if you would like I could continue to tell you all of the reasons you deserve this position while we eat. The list is quite long.”

Unsurprising. When it came to talking about Kakashi’s accomplishments and good qualities, Gai always seemed to have a list a mile long. He was going to have to get comfortable and prepare himself for a long, enlightening break.

“First,” holding out a hand, he made a grabbing motion. “Miso Soup, please.”

“Well, at least you have manners now,” Gai huffed, opening to the basket and reaching in to retrieve the two Tupperware of soup. “When we were kids you would have just growled and held your hand out until I handed it over.”

“And yet, you still hung around,” Not that he blamed Gai. He appreciated that his friend was always there by his side. Even when he was a little jerk. The one constant in his life that he could rely on. “Not even the Eighth gate could make you abandon me.”

That sweet sound of laughter rang in his ears once more. “I couldn’t just leave you to see the future without me. What kind of Rival would I be if I did that after all of the years we have spent together?”

“The worst kind,” though his words are harsh, the tone of his voice is tender. “Now, I have some Miso soup to eat so if you’d like your opportunity to tell me all about my good qualities.”

Taking the hint, Gai jumped headfirst into his list of reasons Kakashi deserved to be Hokage, starting by rambling about the immense trust that the shinobi of Konoha had in Kakashi, and for once Kakashi couldn’t find it in himself to complain about his situation.

He had Miso soup, great company, and a nice little break from his Hokage duties.

There simply wasn’t anything that could make this day any better.

“Oh,” Gai stopped suddenly, a smile breaking out on his face. “I almost forgot to mention this, but I booked us a table at the new sushi restaurant that opens up tomorrow night. I was thinking that we could have a nice date night after you were finished here.”

Scratch that.

Today just got a million times better.

“A date night,” the feeling that settled into his stomach could only be described as ‘giddy’. Like a five-year-old being let loose in a candy store with enough ryo to buy themselves a sugar coma. “That sounds nice.”

Although his words didn’t vocalize his feelings very clearly, he did not doubt that Gai could tell just how excited he was. Even without the right words, Gai always seemed to know what he was feeling.

One of many reasons he loved the man so much.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy Characters: Maito Gai | Might Guy, Sarutobi Asuma, Hatake Kakashi, Shiranui Genma Additional Tags: Fluff, Soulmates AU, Colour Floods the world when you meet your soulmate Summary:

Gai is struggling with the knowledge that Hatake Kakashi, his best friend, is his soulmate. Not because he's surprised by the information. He has known since he was five years old and first met the silver-haired genius. He's struggling because he's not sure if Kakashi realizes, or cares about the deepness of their bond.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

You Are My Enemy

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers (Lol)

AO3

Words: 1409

Pairing: KakaGai

AU: Iwa Gai

@kakashimultishipextravaganza

Surprise run-ins with enemy Shinobi was never a fun experience, but a surprise rendez-vous with an enemy who also happened to be one’s soul mate?

To date, that had to be Kakashi’s least favourite surprise.

There was nothing that could stop having to fight someone that his own heart said he was supposed to cherish. Someone who brought so much colour into his world but just happened to be born in the ‘wrong’ village.

Yet, as much as he hated it happening, it seemed to be one of the most common surprises of his life. As if the Universe was taunting him; angling his soulmate in front of him like the gift he wasn’t allowed to have. No matter how good of a shinobi he was. Regardless of how much he gave of himself to protect his village, he would never be allowed this one thing.

They were enemies. That was a simple fact of life he had to accept. Their destiny was entwined in war, and one day there would be no stalemate. One of them would lose, and that would be the end of it.

“Stop holding back!” Emphasizing his words with a solid kick to Kakashi’s stomach, Gai sent the Konoha Nin stumbling backwards. Before he could get another hit in though, Kakashi managed to suck under his leg. Narrowly avoiding a foot to the face. “Fight me properly, Kakashi!”

A phrase he never thought he would hear from an enemy.

“I don’t-” Another kick, this time grazing his cheek as he moved out of the way. “Gai-”

Was it wrong? He knew he was supposed to fight. To complete his mission he had to take down anyone in his way, and since Gai wanted the same scroll as he did, they had to fight. One of them had to come out as the victor, while the other went home empty-handed. It was his job to complete this mission.

If he didn’t…

If he chose to allow Gai the victory, and to drag himself back to his village with a failed mission, he was no better than his father. Another failure who would choose their heart over the good of the village.

There was only one right answer to this situation.

Well, as right as he could get, considering the circumstances.

Straightening himself up, Kakashi prepared himself for the force of Gai’s next hit. A kick directly to the face wouldn’t be enough to knock him out in most cases, but he had seen Gai destroy boulders with that kick. The least he could hope for was a quick death.

Not the most honourable way to go, he knew, but what was the alternative? Being known as a ‘friend killer’ was already painful enough. But being known as the man who killed his soulmate? That brought shame more than he could bear.

At least this way, there was an escape. Seeing Gai’s foot getting closer, he closed his eyes and took one final breath. Preparing himself for the blow.

A blow that never came.

“What the hell!?” Gai’s hands came down on his shoulders, shaking him violently until he finally gave in and cracked an eye open. Somehow, no matter how bad he thought this fight could get, he hadn’t prepared himself for the sight that greeted him. Tears welled up in Gai’s eyes, threatening to fall as he stared at Kakashi. The painful grasp of those hands holding onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin a little harder when he dared to try and look away. “That’s not… Why would you do that!?”

That answer was so simple, but when he tried to say it no words came out. Nothing but the sound of a dry sob escaped his lips. A rather pathetic sound in his opinion and one which no one in his own village had ever heard from him, yet it came out so freely when he was standing here in front of his enemy.

In front of Gai.

“I can’t,” the words burned in his throat. Clawing their way back down in a desperate attempt to stay silent, but finally tumbling out with a broken sob. “Please, don’t make me-”

Memories of Obito and Rin flashed before his eyes. Their smiling faces faded away, replaced by empty eyes and bloody faces. His hands surged upwards to protect himself. To hide his face away as the walls he had so carefully built around himself come crumbling down. Nothing but dust remained in front of a man he barely knew.

“You’re my enemy. An Iwagakure Shinobi whose mission directly conflicts with mine. If I don't win I go home a failure, but if I fight...If I k-” The word gets stuck in his throat. Sinking its claws into tender skin and refusing to leave no matter how hard he tries to cough it out. “I am the friend-killer of Konoha. Stone-cold Kakashi, so why are you so different!?”

Why, out of everyone who had met the wrong end of his Chidori, why could he not fight Gai? What was so different about him? Surely the red threads of fate weren’t so strong that he would risk his village and name just to pursue some invisible connection.

“I don’t know, Kakashi.” words he had not expected to hear. With how hard Gai always fought against him when they saw each other, he had assumed that his feelings were unrequited. That between the two of them, he was the only one with a weakness. Judging by the way Gai released his grip on his shoulder and carefully moved his hands up to cup his face, he had been wrong.

And for once, he was happy to be wrong.

“It’s alright. I’m here, Kakashi.” Gai’s thumb traced over his bottom lip, the scent wafting off of him somewhat comforting. Familiar and sweet, with a hint of…

His brows furrowed in confusion. In all the times he had run into Gai, fought with him, he had never caught a whiff of this scent. It was strange. Out of place on the man who usually smelled so much like Dango and grass.

It was as if-

Taking a step back, his eyes hardened. Glaring at the man in front of him.

An imposter.

“Who are you?” His words were greeted with laughter. A twisted sound rang in his ears.

“And to think, it was almost a clean win too,” the enemy disappeared from in front of him, and the sound of clashing Kunai came as a surprise to the Copy nin, who hadn’t expected the movement he made to protect himself. “It’s alright though, I’ll still win.”

Suddenly, all of Kakashi’s reservations washed away. The fear and hurt receded back into a corner of his heart, repairing the walls that had shattered so easily for a ruse.

Now, he was facing an enemy.

There was no doubt in his mind what he had to do, but there was one question that was demanding to be asked.

“Where is he?”

Anger boiled deep in his soul, a worry he hadn’t felt for another person in far too long now stronger than ever. Demanding a resolution, an answer that would allow him to act.

“That is not your concern,” shoving the enemy away, he brought up a foot and kicked out, determined to strike right in the gut, and hissing when the man managed to move out of the way just before it connected. “Are you angry?”

What pissed him off the most wasn’t the taunting or the trickery. It was the fact that even after being discovered the bastard continued to look like Gai. Wearing his face as a mask, as if he had any right to steal that warm, sweet smile.

As if he had any right to fight Kakashi with the face of his soulmate.

“You’re not getting the scroll.” Now that he was taking this fight seriously, Kakashi reached up to uncover his left eye. Obito’s Sharingan swirled to life, already beginning to follow every movement that the enemy made no matter how small it was. He was going to have to use every trick and weapon at his disposal if he wanted to win this fight.

To walk away and see another day.

To see another smile.

Hear another laugh.

From the man who had found a place in his heart, where no one else could.

The man he called his soulmate.

Maito Gai.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka
Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka
Additional Tags: Pirate AU, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Pirate Kakashi, Kakashi to the rescue, How all great love stories begin
Summary: Iruka had plans for his day, and not a single one of them involved being chucked into a jail cell to rot.
A terrible way to begin his day, but a fantastic method to being rescued by a pirate. This may look like the same fic as the Pirate Au day, and it is but with a second chapter XD

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Cooking Time Torture

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Asuma Saratobi

Words: 1941

@kakashimultishipextravaganza

There were a lot of perks that came with being the son of the current Hokage. Access to the best tutors that Konoha had to offer, a maid to clean your entire house for you so you didn’t have to lift a finger yourself, and a cook to make all of your meals for you.

Those are just a few of the things that Asuma had told him about during some of their dates. There were expectations placed on him that others didn’t have to deal with of course. An image that he had to keep up as the son of the Hokage, with little to no room for mistakes.

Nearly burning a person’s house down while trying to make breakfast wasn’t considered a mistake worthy of being ‘fixed’ though. Not in a way that involved Asuma learning how to use a stove for anything other than making poor quality coffee before running out the door to start his day.

That was a problem that could be solved by simply handing the job off to another person. Someone who had experience in the kitchen and wouldn’t leave the house a burning pile of ash just from attempting to make themselves some eggs.

An option that Kakashi himself had never had growing up. With no one to turn to when he needed food, he had been forced to teach himself to cook, and at the age of twenty-nine, he found himself preparing to do the same thing for his boyfriend. If only to save the Jonin Accommodations from becoming a victim of Asuma’s attempts to feed himself while Kakashi was away on missions.

“You know I could just go to the BBQ Restaurant while you’re away,’ Asuma had offered, constantly trying to convince Kakashi that this was going to be a huge waste of time for both of them. “I think Choji would be upset with me if I stopped taking the team out for lunches at least once a week.”

“One a week?” Setting the bowls down on the cupboard, he threw an unimpressed glare Asuma’s way. “You take those kids out every second day, minimum, and then you dare to complain about how empty your wallet is getting.’

It was true, Asuma couldn’t deny it. Almost every day Kakashi had to hear about how much it costs to feed Choji, yet when the topic of paying for his food was brought up he was always greeted with silence. As if somehow it didn’t matter when he was emptying his wallet just so he could eat a well-prepared meal.

Picking up the wooden spoon he waved it towards Asuma’s face. “Look, I already failed to teach Iruka how to cook and I’m going to be forever haunted by that fact because Tenzo is never going to let me forget about it.”

“Oh,” taking a step back, Asuma brought his hands up in front of him in a poor attempt to guard himself against the wooden spoon being waved in front of his face. “I didn’t mean- I just-”

“The least I can do is teach you how to cook,’ he continued, using the spoon to bonk Asuma on top of the head. “Maybe then you can rescue Tenzo from some terrible food poisoning in my absence and feed your little brother in the process. He needs to eat something other than Ramen once in a while.”

“He’s not actually-” A stern glare from Kakashi shut him up real quick. “Alright. I get it. What am I going to learn to make today?”

Returning his attention to all of the things he had already set out on the cupboard, Kakashi gave himself a mental pat on the back. There was no way that Asuma would be able to screw this up, even with the culinary skills of an Umino.

“Today we’re going to learn how to make pancakes,” he declared, turning back to Asuma with a triumphant look in his eyes. “They’re easy to mix and even easier to cook. All you have to do is keep focused and you’ll find it near impossible to screw it up. If you can get this right you’re guaranteed to be able to feed your students a filling breakfast without breaking the bank.”

At the mention of a ‘cheap meal’ Asuma’s ears perked up.

“Have I ever told you that you are the best boyfriend ever?” Using the spoon once more, Kakashi thwacked Asuma in the nose. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough that he was forced to take a step back and cover himself from more damage. “What was that for? I was trying to be sweet.”

“I know exactly what you were trying to do,” he scolded, though there was nothing but amusement in his voice. “If anyone’s going to sweet talk in this house it will be me.”

Sliding in a little closer, Asuma wrapped his arms around Kakashi’s waist and propped his chin against his shoulder. A playful smile greeted the Copy Ninja when he glanced over at his boyfriend. “To be the sweet talker of the house, does one not have to be able to manage to sweet talk without getting so embarrassed that their brain stops functioning?”

It was rather rude, in his opinion, for Asuma to be spitting facts like that when he was trying to help him be a functioning well-adjusted adult.

“Remind me again about my inability to deal with emotions and you can eat at Iruka’s house tonight,” he warned, smirking when Asuma clung to him a little tighter. Almost as if he was afraid that Kakashi would actually make him go and eat food that was almost guaranteed to kill him. “Now, Pancakes.”

“Mmm, Pancakes,” releasing his hold on Kakashi, Asuma returned to his side and glanced over all of the ingredients that had been set out on the counter. “So, where do we start?”

“Here,” Kakashi held out the recipe he had written down from one of his dad’s old cookbooks. “All you have to do is follow this. When you’re mixing you just make sure everything is blended with no chunks. Easy.”

Easy.

That was a word Kakashi would never say again no matter how simple something seemed to him. It was a lie of a word. Created by the cruellest, evil person to ever exist in the world.

“So,” dragging his eyes away from the mess that Asuma had made of his kitchen counter, he glared at the other man. Flour painted the front of his uniform, with bits of egg splattered everywhere. How Asuma had managed to knock down the entire bag of flour and sugar while simultaneously smashing an egg on the counter, he would never know. All that he cared about at this moment was the horrendous state of his kitchen. “What next?”

Left eye twitching, he reached out and stole the other egg from Asuma before he could manage to make an even bigger mess. “You’re almost as bad as Iruka,” he grumbled under his breath, ignoring the betrayed look Asuma gave him. “This was an easy recipe. How did you...I didn’t think it was even possible to screw this up.”

Not even Iruka had screwed up Pancakes. Not until they got onto the stove at least.

“Come on, it’s not that bad,” smiling at Kakashi, he picked the wooden spoon up off of the counter and held it up in front of his face. “I just have to mix next, right?”

There were so many things wrong with this situation.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he grumbled, snatching the spoon away from Asuma. “I need to be more attentive to what you’re doing. Let’s just...start from the beginning.”

He had just gotten to his favourite part of Icha Icha Violence too. It was rather sad to think that he wouldn’t be able to read it until later if he got to read it at all today. That would all depend on how the rest of this cooking lesson went.

“So...you haven’t given up on me yet?”

“If I gave up on you, I would just send you to Iruka’s for dinner.”

‘Oh…” Allowing Kakashi’s words to sink in, Asuma cringed when he realized just what he was being told. “You wouldn’t actually...I mean, you don’t want me to die of food poisoning. Right?”

“That depends,” picking the bowl up, he held it out towards Asuma. “If you can manage to crack an egg without getting shell into the batter on the next try, I’ll consider not sending you to Iruka’s to eat instant Ramen out of a cup or worse.”

At the threat of ‘worse’, Asuma took the bowl from him and took it to the small trash bin that Kakashi kept just beside the end of the counter. Tucked away near the wall so that no one tripped over it. Once the bowl was emptied of the first failed attempt, he gave it a quick rinse in the sink and returned to Kakashi’s side. Ready for the second, and hopefully last, attempt.

“Let’s take it a bit slower this time, hmm?” the Silver-haired jonin suggested, a playful look in his eyes. “My kitchen is already a mess. I don’t think we need to add to the disaster that you have already created.”

Watching as Asuma set the bowl down on the counter, he pushed the new bag of flour he had retrieved towards the other man. Thankful that he had been smart enough to stock up on supplies before attempting to teach his boyfriend to cook.

“Hmm, How about a reward if you do it right this time,” Gai was always telling him that positive reinforcement was better than negative. Perhaps it would work to use his friend’s methods in this case, rather than his usual ones. “If you can manage to put all of the ingredients together without making more of a mess, I’ll pay for your next outing with Team Ten.”

His wallet screamed at the thought. For a man who refused to pay for his own lunches most of the time, it was painful to be offering up his own hard-earned Ryo on what would no doubt be an expensive meal. Yet, as soon as the offer had left his lips a smile returned to Asuma’s face.

“You’re not pulling my leg?”

“It’s a promise,” bringing a hand up between them, Kakashi placed it over his heart. “On my life, I promise I will buy you and your team lunch if you can manage to keep my kitchen from becoming a level five disaster zone.”

Was it bad that he was hoping Choji would be sick for this one meal? Probably. Was he still hoping? Yes.

It wasn’t like Choza-Sensei needed to know that he was wishing ill will against his son for one day. He didn’t want the kid to die, just to have one day without an appetite. That wasn’t all that horrible.

Though, as he watched Asuma pour the Flour into the measuring cup, he could feel his nerves starting to relax. There was no way this mess wasn’t going to get worse with the man’s hands shaking so violently, and his eyes darting between the recipe and the ingredients he was trying to pour.

His kitchen was going to look like a war zone when they were done, but Asuma always seemed to know just the right words to say to get himself out of the dog house. Which was probably why Kakashi was dating him in the first place.

It certainly wasn’t the ashy kisses that were keeping the Copy Ninja around.