#KankuroPlease | Oc | Katsura

[qettleqorn]

I’m just resigning to using this as my art drop off again- but look at my boy!! Anyways I kept seeing/reading things about @kankuroplease​ ‘s Tattoo Shop Au and I hand to make my own little designs for it.

[onmywaytofanfic]

NEW BEGINNINGS - CHAPTER 1

So... As I said in a previous post, I am working on a re-do of Reina's backstory. However, in teh process and thanks to a friend (@yamanaka-shin you keep putting ideas in my head D: ) an idea pop up, MutaxReina. I have not been able to change it and it hunts me...and it has turn into a very interesting AU and version of Reina that I want to investigate and check more. There is also someone else's OC is involve @kankuroplease ' s Katsura. I have talked so Katsura would be mentioned at some point....here you can see a little glimpse. But.... Welll.... REINA x MUTA is a reality !! BEWARE: That this is going to be hurtful. It is going to be a lot of angst, but it feels like healing too.

WARMINGS: Self-harm mentions (Not descriptions just innuendo)

WORDS: 1370

“Until this day… I wonder why I thought that they would come, why my head, my heart hoped that once I was out of there, I would see their smiling faces. I will finally feel what a mother’s hug feels like, what a father’s kind words are and how a brother’s shoulder feels like. I still wonder, what part of me led me to think that. I wonder what made me think that I had a choice. I kept safe the letter that informed all of us that Root was disbanded of their usage. It is something silly and stupid to keep. A letter that confirms that I was no longer part of Root, still…I don’t know why I hold onto it so much. Anyway, I kept it. I remember that I have pictured that moment plenty of times when the letter was in my hands. When I was…given… sold…I think trade feels more accurate. When they trade me for Tatsuma I… he…I’m sure that you will laugh about it but I felt happy. I thought that maybe, now that I did what I was supposed to do, maybe now…my mother would hug me. She just grabbed him like it looked so good. She was crying, she buried her face in his shoulder, and dad was smiling. It was the first time that I ever saw him smiling so much. I made them happy. I made them like that I…” She could not hold her tears any longer, a small whimper and a cry. The doctor gave her some tissues.

“It was me who they should be hugging…I make it possible for them to be together. It was I” She kept weeping. Ashamed buried her face in her hands, letting her mane flow wild “I did it, I was good. I did everything…I…” The doctor stopped writing for a second and touched her shoulder “You need to let things go now Reina. You are the one that needs to hug that child, not them, they never deserved you '' Gen had been of great help for her recovery. He was the doctor of the centre, well one of them. A Yamanaka as a therapist always sounds good. He was the best at his job, it took Reina some time…more than two months to start at least answering back “How are you, today?” Every other day they got that long hour of a session. Technically, if you do not undergo them, you can’t have visits coming over. However, he always asked her if she wanted a visit. She never answered back. 

“And then…” she cleansed her nose “Seeing Shino there just hugging his brother. Seeing Torune with his family and Shino with her…” She wiped out some tears “It’s just…” Gen nodded and wrote something on his notepad “trigger”. She laid down and kept hiding her face from him, she had recently started to talk that much in therapy, she even started to have some quick chats with some other interns and nurses. However, she kept that awful thing, she bit her lips and fingers, she knocked her head and sometimes hit her head with her wrist out of anger. Gen let all the things down and looked at the clock, it was time, it was over for today. “You are doing great, Reina. I thought that you will never talk ever again” Four months already locked out there. “I…I want to go out” confessed. The doctor stood up “That needs a little more time you know that” She nodded and rose leaving the room “Would you like to see someone this weekend?” she froze at the opened door. She was thinking for the first time about Gen’s proposal, her answers had always been direct and straightforward. She turned around with her ankles and look down, ashamed, scared…blushing.

“Could you ask…Aburame Muta if she wants to come?” 

“I will” 

She gave a gentle nod and disappeared. She rarely interacted with other patients; however, she did not deny the gentle nod of greeting nor answer when she was asked for something. She almost seemed like she started to trust people back. There were moments in which she could not hold it and just locked herself in her room, denied caring or even caring for herself. She stood in her bedroom now with the door closed and the window faintly open. It did not have much space, aside from the small bedroom, a tiny drawer where most of her belongings were and a small hand size mirror. The bathroom only had the WC, and you could wash your hands on top of it, the faucet was extensible, so it also served as a shower in less than 2 meters. Everything was packed uncomfortably, technically to encourage patients to socialize. It had the opposite effect on her, she was comfortable there, in a small space, not bothering anyone, not being a burden. She liked to be isolated, but lately she had found some stuff missing from outside.

The book shop, the bakery, the smell of freshly cooked cookies by Muta, the touch of the grass in her feet, the sound of street music, seeing the insects and the animals roam free in the compounds… She thought she hated everything, and now she was discovering everything that she was missing. Even clothes! She usually wore her uniform, even when she shouldn't, never allowing herself to dress up with anything that was not practical or functional. Now, she had found skirts and dresses and she was eager to try one of those on, to wear one. She wanted a summer dress, one of those that she had seen in the magazines that were in the common room. The people wearing them looked so happy, cheerful, full of life, she thought that it was something that those dresses gave to them. She knew the one that she wanted, a white one, with a small pattern of butterflies on it, a little bit above her knee maybe, and those lovely sleeves that only covered the shoulder. Maybe even some cleavage showing? Yes, maybe. She wanted one of those, and the sandals that had a little heel, they looked so fresh, so stunning. Whenever she saw someone wearing those in a magazine, they were beaming. Definitely, it was the dress that made that. 

She had started to send letters outside… to Muta. They were not that frequent, but when she found the courage to write to him, she spent hours writing and writing. She always asked if it was okay for her to write to him, and he replied that it did not matter, in fact he was glad to receive them. She also asked if it was okay to ask him to come, he always said that he would come. However, not until today, had she given him the possibility to come. She felt selfish, as if she somehow was trapping the guy, not letting him go but… Now she felt ready to know him. After all, who would have liked to be sold as a bride? Yet, she felt that it was unfair…she felt now, that it was unfair for her side to blame everything exclusively on him. Some people told her that it wasn't, some people told them that it was. He accepted the marriage proposal, as he had told her, to help her escape. He said it on the wedding night, “I don’t want anything from you but for you to be happy. Just, forget that we are married if that makes you feel good. I just wanted you out of there” But weren’t there any better options to do so? Maybe just asking her if she wanted to be married, although she already knew that she would deny it. That if his father and uncle did not accept and requested that arranged marriage, she would still be there…with her father and brother. Maybe, she thought, luckily, she felt a twist in her stomach, maybe dead too. 

She laid on the bed, her insects buzzing and dancing around her. She had stopped to do many hurtful things, her hive started to answer back. Her hive, fighting her back. Not all hope was lost within her.

Some drawigns of these two... they are nto that good but here you got some.

SPOILER: She is just unconscious, she is good.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Happy Birthday @kankuroplease

This is very last minute so I apologize for any typo’s 🥲🥲🥲

Madara in love is an odd picture. Not because Hotaru can’t understand his feelings, but because it just didn’t fit with the Uchiha Madara she knew.

The man who could glare a hundred shinobi into submission was now staring into space with soft eyes and a smile that she could only describe as ‘smitten kitten’.

It was a little pathetic, but also really cute.

“I don’t know how you did it,” she sighed, reaching over out to grab a stick of dango off of the pile between them. “The fact that anyone would fall for you is a miracle, but someone from the land of Iron? We tend to have class.”

Madara raised an eyebrow, the smile still cemented on his face. “Class? Is that what you call it?”

“What else would it be?”

“Over inflated Ego’s and poor social skills.”

“So, class,” she waved her stick of Dango and chuckled when Madara rolled his eyes at her. “Anyways, all I’m saying is you’re lucky.”

“I’m lucky?” He huffed. “Most people would be happy to date me.”

“Most people are terrified of you,” she shot back. “Katsura is the only person in the world who would be happy to date you. Which brings me back o the fact that you are lucky.”

“Mmm,” picking up his own stick of Dango, he waved it out in front of her face. “You’re jealous.”

Never in her life had she heard something so ridiculous.

“Jealous of what, exactly?”

“That I’ve found someone and I’m not going to have as much time for you any more,” his smile widened into a toothy grin. A look that would easily scare the entire village into thinking he was about to set the place on fire. “It’s alright Hotaru, you can admit it. I am your best friend so it only makes sense-“

Plucking a ball of dango off of her stick, she chucked it at Madara and smirked when she nailed him right in the forehead.

“And you say I have an ego,” she smiled. “I’m not Jealous of her getting to spend time with you. If anything I pity the two of you.”

“Because you think you’re amazing and we’re losing out on not spending as much time with you?”

“No,” she ate the next ball of dango, not wanting to waste two on Madara’s giant forehead. “I pity her because her standards are so low. I pity you because she’s trouble and disaster wrapped into one tiny person and you’re not prepared for what she’s going to put you through.”

The smile returned to Madara’s face. “I can wait to find out.”

[kankuroplease]

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[lemonkage]

Tobirama x oc

Pairing: Tobirama x Aori ( @kankuroplease oc)

Word count: 2036

Rated: Fluff

Summary: Tobirama makes up for forgetting their first anniversary

Side note: Katsura is one of @kankuroplease oc’s, this story was inspired by this anniversary hc

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6am; The morning after Tobiramas and Aoris first anniversary. Tobirama sighed, sitting up and checked his surroundings as he realized that he had fallen asleep next to his girlfriend.

The events from last night replayed in his head. Very unpleasant. How could he be such an idiot and forget? Tobirama tried to come up with a way to make up for the fact that he ruined their anniversary.

Aori has put so much effort into preparing a lovely dinner date for him last night but he was way too busy with his work to even realize what special day it was. He showed up at her place eventually but it was already too late - their anniversary ended with an upset and drunk Aori crying herself to sleep in Tobiramas arms.

So here he was now, looking down at Aori, who was still sleeping, as the feeling of guilt took him over once again. He continued watching the woman next to him sleep peacefully for a few minutes. She looked beautiful, even though her eyes were slightly swollen from crying and her mascara was all over the place.

Once he came up with an idea to make this mess up to Aori, he got up and made his way to his older brothers place. As soon as he entered Hashiramas front yard, he was greeted by his brother, who was watering his plants.

"Hello there, what are you doing here this early?" Hashiramas smile was as energetic as ever and of course Tobiramas direct self cut right to the chase "I need to take two or three days off" the older Senju tilted his head, surprised at his brothers request. Tobirama was a workaholic, he never asked to take even a day off.

"Well that's pretty sudden of you" Hashirama laughed as Tobirama rolled his eyes "I know" he followed Hashirama around the front yard, waiting for a response. "I don't have all day brother, so how about an answer?" Tobirama grew impatient as Hashirama grinned at him.

"Only if you tell me why" the younger Senju clenched his jaw, swallowing his pride for the sake of his relationship as he quickly explained his problem. Hashirama genuinely felt bad for Aori and began pouting. "How could you be so inconsiderate?" He shook his head visibly upset at his brother as Tobirama threw his head back taking a deep breath.

"Can I take a few days off now or not?" He asked Hashirama again as the depressed expression on Hashiramas face turned into a warm smile. "Yes but you have to promise to make it up to poor Aori" Tobirama turned around without responding and walked out of the front yard. "PROMISE IT" Hashirama yelled after him "I will, stop being so noisy" Tobirama semi yelled back as he rushed back to Aoris place.

Just as he was about to knock on her front door, it swung open, revealing Aoris younger sister, Katsura. She almost walked into him but quickly took a step back and squinted her eyes at him as soon as she recognized Tobirama. "I know what you did yesterday"

Tobirama looked down at the furious, petite girl in front of him, with a straight face as she pointed her index finger at him. "Jerk" she whispered under her breath but Tobirama could still clearly hear her. No matter how hard he tried to, he couldn't get along with this young woman. Waving her hand to the side, Katsura signaled Tobirama to step aside, which he did as she walked off.

Entering Aoris home, he made his way to her room just to find her laying on the floor, cuddling her cat Sasa. She was staring off into space with the saddest pout on her face. Seeing his sunshine so down, because of him on top of that, really bothered Tobirama.

He leaned against the doorway and waited for her to notice him but she was too hungover and caught up in her thoughts to do so. "Good morning" Tobiramas masculine voice filled the room as Aori flinched at the sound of it.

"You can go right back where you came from" that sentence didn't sound this rude in her head but it already reached his ears so there nothing Aori could do about it. "Don't you start now" Tobirama raised his eyebrow, walking up to her and leaned down to reach her face as he grabbed it gently.

"Let's go to my place" he looked deeply into her eyes, knowing that it would soften her up as she squinted her eyes at him, just like Katsura did a few minutes earlier. "If you think you can wrap me around your finger - you can’t" Tobirama chuckled and picked her up as Sasa watched him.

"What do you want?" Aori whined, wrapping her body around his torso. Due to her hangover she was too exhausted to fight him, so instead she just made herself comfortable. "As I said, we're going to my place" Tobirama grabbed some things Aori used on a daily basis, placed them in a bag and walked out of the apartment.

"I don't even have shoes on" Aori whined again as Tobirama lifted up the bag with her stuff in it. "Everything you need is in there. You're spending a few nights with me" he planted a soft kiss on her forehead as Aori tried not to smile and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Tobirama then quickly made his way to his house, hoping that no one important would see them like this. Not because he was embarrassed or anything but because Aori still looked a mess pretty much.

Once they were at his house, he let her go as they just stood in the hallway, looking silently at each other.

Suddenly Aori teared up and she began pouting hard. "No wait, listen Aori.. I took some days off just for you" Tobirama caressed her cheek as she shot her head up at him "you did?" Her now sparkling eyes almost popped out of her head from excitement as he nodded pulling her into a warm hug.

"You know that you're the most important woman in my life right?" He whispered to her as Aori blushed hard. She felt a wave of butterflies hit her stomach and tightly hugged back the muscular man holding onto her waist. She knew that Tobirama wasn't really a romantic guy, therefore this statement meant a lot to her.

"Come on" Tobirama grabbed her hand as he led her to his bathroom. Watching Tobirama turn on the faucet of the bathtub, she quickly realized that at least one of them was going to be half, if not completely, naked very soon. "What are you doing?" She laughed nervously as Tobirama looked back at her while checking the waters temperature. "I'm running you a bath obviously" he said blunt as ever, enjoying the sight of Aoris adorable blush.

"Do you want some painkillers for your hangover?" He then asked her as she nodded. "I'll be right back, take off your clothes in the meantime" Aoris blush deepened at his order.

"You're not slick sir"  she yelled into the hallway, slowly undressing herself. As her clothes dropped to the floor, leaving her in the set of lingerie she put on for Tobirama last night, the Senju came back into the bathroom.

It was pretty rare to see her this exposed since she didn't feel ready to go that far with him yet and the sight of her wearing lingerie stunned Tobirama completely. He couldn't help but lick his lips and not take his eyes off her body, while handing her the painkillers and cup of water  as she blushed, very aware of his gaze. "You should take this off too" Tobirama got closer to Aori, snatched the cup from her and gently pulled down her bra straps as her eyes widened.

If everything went right yesterday, this would've taken place much sooner but it didn't. "I- I can do it myself" she unconsciously bit her lip, looking up at him as Tobirama nodded, taking a step back and watched her every move. She removed her bra as it dropped to the floor, followed by her thong. Even though her eyes were glued to the floor, she could still feel Tobirama looking at all the privat places on her curvy body. She knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of, she had an amazing body and her boyfriend thought so too, but she still felt pretty embarrassed.

She looked gorgeous and at this point Tobirama internally punched himself  for missing out on all of this last night.

"Get in" his tone was demanding, nothing new to her tho. Aori climbed into the bathtub as Tobirama held onto her arm, making sure she wouldn't slip. She sunk into the warm water and relaxed smiling sweetly. The temperature was perfect and the pleasant scent of the rose petal bath oil, which Tobirama poured into the tub earlier, was comforting.

Aori found it pretty cute of him to use the bath oil, she got him a few weeks ago. She was pretty sure that it was the first time he ever used it but that didn't bother her of course. He's just not into that 'soft nonsense' as he calls anything that's related to self care.The thought of Tobirama always being so serious and stern, even in his alone time, was kind of adorable to Aori and it made her giggle lightly. "What's so funny" Tobirama tilted his head interrupting her thoughts as Aori hummed "oh nothing."

He Grabbed a small towel, dipped it into the water and began gently rubbing it over Aoris face to remove her remaining make up as she watched him, enjoying every bit of his attention. "You looked really beautiful yesterday and you do too today" Tobirama placed a kiss on her forehead once he finished cleaning up her face as Aori closed her eyes confidently. "Thank you"

Grabbing a bottle of shampoo, Tobirama squeezed some product on his hand and began spreading it on his girlfriends hair as she sat up a little.  She changed her position in the bathtub. Her back was now facing him, allowing him to properly wash her hair as Tobirama gently massaged her scalp. "How are you today?" He asked breaking the comfortable silence as Aori sighed satisfied. "Great, if we can stay like this longer"  she then felt Tobirama plant some kisses from her neck down to her shoulder as she blushed once again.

"Good" hearing his deep voice this close to her bare skin sent chills down her spine. Grabbing the shower head, Tobirama washed the shampoo off of her hair as Aori turned around to face him. She grabbed the sides of his face and smiled brightly at him.

"Join me" she suggested Pecking his lips as Tobirama took off his clothes in slow motion, or at least it felt like that to Aori, who absolutely loved it, when this man revealed his delicious body. Once he was completely undressed, he laid down behind Aori and pulled her closer to him as she giggled happily. She made herself comfortable on his chest as he rubbed his thumbs over the sides of her incredibly soft body.

They silently stayed like this for a few minutes until Aori turned around and straddled him. "I love you so much" she hugged him tightly as Tobirama tried to stay calm considering how she was positioned on him now. "I love you too but don't start something you can't finish" he warned her, squeezing her thighs as Aori gasped, immediately understanding what he meant. "Sorry" she blushed, quickly turning back around as Tobirama chuckled resting his head on her shoulder.

Drowning in a mixture of the sweet scent of hers and the rose petal oil, Tobirama almost felt like he was in heaven. Aori too felt like she was dreaming; laying in a bathtub, with her first love holding onto her tightly was too great. She smiled tilting her head back and placed her hands on top of his as they both enjoyed each other's presence as long as they could.

[shinobimagpie]

MATCHING OCs! I love them your honor! <3

I commissioned the beautiful, talented @kankuroplease for a picture of my Oc Hatake Hotaru with her OC Katsura, and it is more beautiful than i could have ever imagined. I didn’t even realize until this commission that both Hotaru and Katsura are originally from the Land of Iron, so they share more than just a spiky haired angry gremlin of an Uchiha 💜💜💜

I wrote a quick little fic to go with it, but it was done on my phone so if there are mistakes please just let me know and i’ll fix it. I am still at ‘no laptop’ stage of moving

Characters: Hatake Hotaru and Katsura

Words: 675

A girls day out.

That’s what Hotaru had called it when she turned Madara away from joining her and Katsura in the training field.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want her friend there with them, she simply thought it would be good for the two of them to have some time together without him hovering over their shoulders.

He was especially bad with hovering when it came to Katsura. A fact that would earn him an elbow to the face from Hotaru, but which always seemed to be regarded with fondness and eyerolls from Katsura.

He’d tried to argue. Stated that he wanted to spend time with both of them, and even resorted to flat out telling Hotaru that he didn’t trust her around Katsura, which was hilarious in her opinion.

As if Katsura needed any sort of protection.

He’s left in the end, though. Grumbling something about Hashirama and sake. No doubt the two of them would return later to find him two bottles in with his best friend and unable to stand on his own.

A problem for future Hotaru and Katsura. Mostly Katsura.

“How about a spar?” Hotaru suggested as soon as Madara was out of ear shot.

“A spar?” Katsura sat up at the suggestion, a face splitting grin on her face. “You mean a proper spar?”

Proper spar to a shinobi might mean Taijutsu or Ninjitsu focused, but to the two of them it was a simple codeword for ‘Kenjutsu’. Otherwise known as ‘no holding back with the swords’.

A style of fighting Hotaru usually only partook in against other members of her clan, but which she was excited to do with Katsura.

It was rare to find someone else from the Land of Iron, after all. Hotaru couldn’t pass up an opportunity to soar against someone outside of her clan who understood her fighting style a bit better.

“If you think you can handle it,” she smirked back at Katsura. “Of course, I wouldn’t blame you if you back down. I’m pretty scary.”

Katsura threw her head back and laughed. “Scary, you? Perhaps if I’m comparing you to Hashirama, sure.”

An insult.

A painful one at that. Her ego was bruised and her desire to kick ass had increased tenfold with those few simple words.

She loved it.

“I see why Madara likes you,” reaching out, she placed a hand on top of Katsura’s head. “You’re short and fiery, just like him.”

Not that Madara was that much shorter than her. While Katsura barely came up to her shoulders, Madara could at least look her in the eyes without having to crane his head back.

Still, she’d never pass up an opportunity to tease him for being short.

“Oh, that’s how we’re playing it huh?” Katsura straightened herself up. “Well, you won’t be calling me short when I kick you onto your butt.”

Even more fiery than Madara.

This was delightful.

“Tell you what,” removing her hand from Katsura’s head, she lifted it up in front of herself. A silent offering for a high five. “You manage to do that and I’ll never call you short again.”

Staring at her for a moment, Katsura processed her words and slowly reached out a hand. Pressing her palm gently against Hotaru’s, she offered a soft, kind smile.

“You’re a lier.”

“I am,” Hotaru agreed with a chuckle. “But that’s ok. You won’t be able to knock me on my ass anyways.”

A girls day out.

Just Hotaru and Katsura.

She wondered what Madara would think when he saw them again, covered in dirt and laughing so loud that all of Konoha would hear them.

She hoped he looked at them and felt a deep fear that even Hashirama couldn’t instill into him. A fear that could only be experienced by a man who saw one of his best friends and the woman who had stolen his heart forming an unbreakable bond.

A bond that, if Hotaru had her way, would cause him more stress and embarrassment than he could ever handle.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Pairing: Background MadaKatsura

Characters: Katsura (Oc of @kankuroplease ) and Hatake Hotaru (my Oc)

For: @kankuroplease who obviously has to put up with me writing way too many fics of Katsua/Madara

Words: 968

Arguments between Madara and Katura weren’t unheard of. Two fiery, independent personalities were bound to butt heads once in a while, and Hotaru had come to accept the fact that when it happened she would be the one Madara would come to complain to.

When he was finished venting his frustrations she would happily knock him across the back of the head and firmly remind him that Katsura was the only woman in the world willing to put up with his terrible personality.

Madara would always find his way back to Katsura after speaking with her. They’d talk, argue a bit more, make up and everything would be right with the world again.

Madara and Katsura would be happ again, and seeing that would make Hotaru smile. Though, she’d never dare admit that to her friends.

Today, when she heard an angry knock on her door she expected the same thing. A conversation she had sat through a million times before, and would no doubt sit through a million times more before she died.

It wasn’t Madara standing on the other side of her door, though. .

There was no messy black hair or endless streams of complaints to greet her when she answered those frantic knocks. Instead, it was Katsura. With anger in her eyes and complaints already beginning to fall from her mouth when the door swung open.

Hotaru didn’t give her the opportunity, though. Instead of sitting down and listening to Katsura complain as she always did with Madara, she chose a different tactic. Something a little more gentle.

“Let’s go for a walk,” She suggested as she shut the door behind herself and stepped past Katsura. “We can stop for coffee.”

“But-”

Hotaru held up a hand to silence Katsura. “No buts. Walk.”

Knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument, Katsura fell into step beside Hotaru. Her hands were balled up into fists at her side, her jaw clenched, and the look in her eyes only seemed to get worse with every step they took, but Hotaru kept herself quiet and allowed that anger to simmer.

“Hotaru I-”

“Almost there,” she cut Katsura off once more, knowing she was risking her own health by interrupting so often when there was already so much anger burning inside of the other woman’s heart. “Just trust me, alright?”

“I do trust you, i just…” she bit her lip, silencing herself before the anger flowed out.

“I know,” coming to a stop, Hotaru turned towards her friend. “Look,” she pointed over Katsura’s shoulder and waited for the other woman to turn around. “See that pile of leaves?”

“Yes?”

“Tobirama just had it racked,” she stationed herself by Katsura’s side once more. “He’s hoping to have it cleaned up before the end of the day. Said something about making the rea look pretty.”

“And you don’t want that?”

“What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t at least try to make his life a little difficult?”

“A good one,” Katsura giggled, the anger slipping away for just a second. “But, what does that have to do with me?”

“You’re angry with Madara,” she explained, resting her elbow on Katsura’s shoulder and smiling down at her. “S I see it you have two options right now. You could take that anger out on those leaves and create a big mess, upsetting Tobirama and making Madara’s day, or you could clean up the leaves for Tobirama and force Madara to see him smile.”

“Tobirama doesn’t smile.”

“He might,” Hotaru argued. “And if he does, Madara will have to see it. How do you think he would handle it?”

Katsura took a moment to think about her answer, a smile slowly creeping onto her face. “He’d hate it.”

“He would,” Hotaru agreed. “No doubt he’d lose his mind and spend the rest of his day trying to wipe that smile right off of Tobirama’s face.”

The cheerful look dropped off of Katsura’s face suddenly. “But then he’d waste the day doing that.” she whispered, keeping her voice low enough that Hotaru could just barely make out her words.

“Most likely.”

“What if…” pausing, Katsura took a moment to sort through her thoughts before turning back towards Hotaru. “I should want to upset him. He was such a… a jerk!”

“That’s Uchiha Madara for you,” Hotaru chuckled. “He’s always a bit of a jerk. Full of himself, looking down on others.”

“Right!?” Katsura puffed out her cheeks, making herself look like a tiny angry kitten. It took all of Hotaru’s restraint not to reach out and poke those cheeks. An action that would no doubt earn her a swift punch to the gut.

“Still,” turning her eyes back towards the pile of leaves, Hotaru smiled. “I bet it would be more fun to destroy the pile.”

A small, mischievous smile tugged at the edges of Katsura’s lips. “Is this how you help Madara through all of our arguments?”

Hotaru threw her head back and laughed.

It felt like forever standing there just laughing at the thought of dragging Madara outside to destroy Tobirama’s hard work, as if that would even begin to deal with his endless list of woo’s.

When she finally got herself back under control, her ribs were aching. “If I allowed Madara out in public when he’s angry,” she wheezed. “He’d destroy the entire Village.”

Hiding her mouth behind her hand, Katsura chuckled. “You’re not wrong.”

“You though? You’ll just destroy a large pile of leaves,” Hotaru smirked. “If you want to, of course.”

That beautiful, mischievous grin returned to Katsura’s face. “I’m going to make Tobirama regret the day he was born.” With that said, he bolted forward and immediately jumped straight into the centre of the leaf pile, sending brightly coloured leaves flying into the air.

Toss A Coin To Your Writer <3

[depressedhatakekakashi]

9 /11 /20

favourite creator of the year

This is such a ling list because all the creators i know are beautiful talented people

For art i’d say @animetrashmuffin who’s always so talented and sweet and @kankuroplease who creates some of the most beautiful OC art. Also @crypticsummons who’s learning more about art and creates fantastic things

For writers i’d say @spellcasterlight who wrote me that beautiful sweet heartbreaking kakagai fic, @wind-becomes-lightning who writes so well is has a beautiful soul 🥰🥰🥰

Favorite Oc of the year?

KankuroPlease’s Katsura because it gave me an OC for Hotaru to befriend and i just LOVE that

Favorite Character of the Year?

Kakashi XD but also Gai. They’re my boys

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I love that you included kkps oc in your recent story 💕 would you ever write something with yuuta x hanabi

I might try it one day. I had a bit kore confidence with this one because i have actually written Katsura once before so i had a better idea of her personality

But @kankuroplease has so many beautiful Oc’s to play with. I just don’t know if I would do them justice. Espeshally since i don’t have an Oc that i could really have around Yuuta and Hanabi to ease my way into understanding them. All my Oc’s are older than Kakashi or younger than Hannabi so it makes it a little awkward

I got lucky with Katsura because someone started pairing her with Madara, and I always had Hotaru as Madara’s friend

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I commissioned the beautiful, talented @kankuroplease for a picture of my Oc Hatake Hotaru with her OC Katsura, and it is more beautiful than i could have ever imagined. I didn’t even realize until this commission that both Hotaru and Katsura are originally from the Land of Iron, so they share more than just a spiky haired angry gremlin of an Uchiha 💜💜💜

I wrote a quick little fic to go with it, but it was done on my phone so if there are mistakes please just let me know and i’ll fix it. I am still at ‘no laptop’ stage of moving

Characters: Hatake Hotaru and Katsura

Words: 675

A girls day out.

That’s what Hotaru had called it when she turned Madara away from joining her and Katsura in the training field.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want her friend there with them, she simply thought it would be good for the two of them to have some time together without him hovering over their shoulders.

He was especially bad with hovering when it came to Katsura. A fact that would earn him an elbow to the face from Hotaru, but which always seemed to be regarded with fondness and eyerolls from Katsura.

He’d tried to argue. Stated that he wanted to spend time with both of them, and even resorted to flat out telling Hotaru that he didn’t trust her around Katsura, which was hilarious in her opinion.

As if Katsura needed any sort of protection.

He’s left in the end, though. Grumbling something about Hashirama and sake. No doubt the two of them would return later to find him two bottles in with his best friend and unable to stand on his own.

A problem for future Hotaru and Katsura. Mostly Katsura.

“How about a spar?” Hotaru suggested as soon as Madara was out of ear shot.

“A spar?” Katsura sat up at the suggestion, a face splitting grin on her face. “You mean a proper spar?”

Proper spar to a shinobi might mean Taijutsu or Ninjitsu focused, but to the two of them it was a simple codeword for ‘Kenjutsu’. Otherwise known as ‘no holding back with the swords’.

A style of fighting Hotaru usually only partook in against other members of her clan, but which she was excited to do with Katsura.

It was rare to find someone else from the Land of Iron, after all. Hotaru couldn’t pass up an opportunity to soar against someone outside of her clan who understood her fighting style a bit better.

“If you think you can handle it,” she smirked back at Katsura. “Of course, I wouldn’t blame you if you back down. I’m pretty scary.”

Katsura threw her head back and laughed. “Scary, you? Perhaps if I’m comparing you to Hashirama, sure.”

An insult.

A painful one at that. Her ego was bruised and her desire to kick ass had increased tenfold with those few simple words.

She loved it.

“I see why Madara likes you,” reaching out, she placed a hand on top of Katsura’s head. “You’re short and fiery, just like him.”

Not that Madara was that much shorter than her. While Katsura barely came up to her shoulders, Madara could at least look her in the eyes without having to crane his head back.

Still, she’d never pass up an opportunity to tease him for being short.

“Oh, that’s how we’re playing it huh?” Katsura straightened herself up. “Well, you won’t be calling me short when I kick you onto your butt.”

Even more fiery than Madara.

This was delightful.

“Tell you what,” removing her hand from Katsura’s head, she lifted it up in front of herself. A silent offering for a high five. “You manage to do that and I’ll never call you short again.”

Staring at her for a moment, Katsura processed her words and slowly reached out a hand. Pressing her palm gently against Hotaru’s, she offered a soft, kind smile.

“You’re a lier.”

“I am,” Hotaru agreed with a chuckle. “But that’s ok. You won’t be able to knock me on my ass anyways.”

A girls day out.

Just Hotaru and Katsura.

She wondered what Madara would think when he saw them again, covered in dirt and laughing so loud that all of Konoha would hear them.

She hoped he looked at them and felt a deep fear that even Hashirama couldn’t instill into him. A fear that could only be experienced by a man who saw one of his best friends and the woman who had stolen his heart forming an unbreakable bond.

A bond that, if Hotaru had her way, would cause him more stress and embarrassment than he could ever handle.